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Author's Note: As the title says, this is part 3 of the commission for Nicobay. That's about it. Enjoy. :P

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Strange Fruit Part 3

(A Nicobay Adventure)

"Guess your dragon friend isn't the only one who needs more stamina," Fritz commented sardonically, snuffling along Taya's exposed belly with interest, taking deep whiffs of her thin, rasping scent, thrice as powerful now with the potent mix of arousal leaking from her folds. Intrigued, he flicked his tongue across the stream flowing from Taya's mound, earning a twitch from the female and a curiously watery flavour across his palate.

"You'd better not leave it at that, fuzz-butt, or I'm gonna tie you up what that fluffy tail of yours!" Taya growled, fidgeting. Beneath her, Cyril murmured something about "Best friends ever, should do this more often," and resumed his own caressing of the dissatisfied feraligatr.

Curious as to how the other male was handling the strange sensations that must be running rampant through his body right about now, Fritz shot a glance over at Skrien as he absentmindedly continued to sample Taya's abundant nectar, tongue slurping noisily. The umbreon was now rolling about on his back, panting heavily, eyes tightly shut as his forepaws frantically attempted to reach his rump, bypassing his plumping sheath. Fritz snickered at the sight, a flare of satisfaction clamoring with his rising arousal at the other male's plight. 'Don't worry, omega, I'm sure one of these nice males will take care of you soon enough.' Nico appeared to have recovered, and was staring wide-eyed at the umbreon, unsure what to make of his father's disposition.

"Mmm, at least somebody knows how to use their tongue," Taya moaned, squirming delightedly beneath Fritz's ministrations, drawing a grunt from the trapped flygon as her elbow drove into his chest. With a noisy plop, his withering member at last shrank free of her abused and thoroughly stretched rear, freeing a small dribble of dragon seed to join them together, most of the warm, gooey mass deposited far too deep to escape for some time.

"That's not all I know how to use, darlin'," Fritz said with a smirk, deciding he'd had enough of the exotic, but not especially delectable fluid. In a blur of vibrant fur and rippling muscle, he clambered atop the panting female's burly form, one massive forepaw resting casually on her chest, the other cinching into position around her waist as he negotiated his rump into position. "Good thing they warmed you up, now you'll be ready for the real thing."

Cyril wheezed a protest, startled from his dreamy murmurings to wriggle impotently for freedom, distressed by the sudden increase in weight atop of him. Quickly, he found that, like it or not, he was along for the ride, even his strength not quite enough to push away the six hundred pounds of muscle lying on top of him. Sighing, he trilled tiredly, embracing his partner from below. No matter. At least he would be able to sing his affection into this delightful female's ear while she was mated by the charming fire type.

Casting about through his memory, he settled upon a rather old flygon tune, a stirring piece of screeching highs that he thought quite impressive --which in reality had been abandoned by most sensible 'mons for its tendency to drive away potential mates rather than attract them. The flygon who had originally composed it had borne a strange fascination with the curious mushrooms that grew in certain parts of the deserts. Strangely enough, he was said to have mysteriously vanished amongst the shifting dunes one day, soon after resolutely refusing to allow his 'artistic expression' to be quelled by his clan. The other clan musicians, it was said, promptly held a great ceremony to commemorate their presumably fallen peer, though none present were quite sure how a raucous celebration akin to a wing-day ceremony fit into the sobriety of the occasion.

Taya stared up at Fritz as he mounted her, far too turned-on to deny this latest suitor to access her love-tunnel. If her handsome stud wasn't going to take her, fine, he could watch her take on not one, but three other males and come out on top! With a lustful snarl, she reached up and seized clawfuls the arcanine's fluffy mane, mirroring the restraining paw he pressed to her chest. "The real thing, eh? Then quit flapping yer gums and screw me, furball, or are you all bark and no bite?" she taunted, grinding against the probing member, shuddering as it slid along her thigh. "I bet you won't last long enough to even tease me."

Incensed, Fritz growled warningly in defense of his pride, both emotional and physical. "You'll be moaning my name is what's going to happen!" Unwilling to trade jibes any longer, he seized her hips with his forepaws, locking her into his mating embrace. The first notes of Cyril's song pitched even sharper than usual -- more a high G than the typical E flat-- as Fritz's first wild stab poked against his over-stimulated genital slit.

Fritz nearly powered forward, feeling the warm slit against his probing tip, but at the last moment realized he was far too low to be at his true target already. Muttering something that wasn't quite apology, he scooted his quivering haunches closer, and rumbled in feral triumph as his smouldering rod found the leaking mound of the presenting feraligatr. With true canine vigour, he abruptly drove forward, slamming his rock-hard meat home with a huffing bark.

"That feel like a tease? Huh?"

Taya shot him a wicked grin, though she couldn't prevent the shudder that rocketed up her spine as her aching folds were once more filled by something warm and solid. The first touch shoved her painfully aroused woman-hood into spasms, a tiny climax rolling through her, easing the arcanine's entrance with a gush of fluid. "Oh, you mean that was you already? Thought the kid had slipped a finger in or something." Summoning her will not to moan as the arcanine snarled in outrage and jerked his hips once more, burying the remainder of his endowment within her sodden snatch, she yawned ostentatiously. It seemed he hadn't noticed her pleasant, yet not quite fulfilling, orgasm. Good. Make him work for it. "If you know double-team, maybe I can get something out of this."

"Screw double-team," Fritz grunted, wasting no time in setting a frantic pace, his thick fur flying as he began to wildly rut the shuddering water-type. "We arcanines've got something better. Extremespeed!" Taya bit her lip, but was unable to fully silence a long moan, bringing the mocking smile back to Fritz's muzzle. "Oh, was that my name I heard? Too fast?"

"Ha, ya call that... Extremespeed? More like quick attack," Taya panted. "All speed, no oomph! Only thing... ah... too fast is... how soon you'll blow." Her voice came out a bit shaky, from both the frenzied pounding, and the re-surging ecstasy welling in her well-used passage, the arcanine's pistoning shaft feeling like tongue of solid flame within her. "D-damn, dog, we... ah... have all night!" Secretly, she thought, 'Fast worker, but this next one's gonna be killer!'

"Time for me to take you in the ass then, since you like it so much," he shot back, his swelling knot already slipping between Taya's stretched lips with each eager thrust, setting off tiny conflagrations of pleasure in his lower regions. "That puppy-eyed dragon of yours will just be a warm up. You're gonna... ha... remember this, in your wet dreams!" Snarling, he strengthened his thrusts, spurred by the now insatiable desire to knot the mouthy female, and the additional sparks of erotic sensation that stemmed from his swaying orbs slapping against her still gaping tail-hole. As if it were he feeling the brunt of the arcanine's affections, Cyril's dissonant buzzes turned to a bawdy trill, mirroring Taya's stifled gasps.

On the other side of the clearing, Skrien dragged his paws away from his rump, also letting out a moan, though his bore far more frustration and barely constrained desire than pleasure. His sheath seemed to buzz, swollen with the inexplicable and uncontrollable arousal that raged through him, a sensation that made the shrinking, still conscious part of his mind recall those wonderful times when Ciel had been in season, her scent permeating the den, and the wild, impassioned mating sessions that went on for hours until both were sated. 'D-different though. Oh Arceus, it burns. Need to... to... ah, need something.' His tail fanned frantically, exposing the tender flesh of his tailhole to the cool air, desperate for some sort of relief to the demanding pulse that seemed to beat at the inner walls of his rear passage.

"Uh, are you... alright, dad?" Nico asked, creeping warily closer to the squirming umbreon. He'd seen caterpies do a better job of sitting still. What had gotten into the normally stoic dark type? 'He doesn't even act this way when he needs someone to take.'

"Nico," Skrien panted, "I can't... quite... ooh!" Rolling onto his back, he began to roll frantically around in the grass, plump sheath flopping, exposed and untouched, without even a hint of the familiar pink rod stowed within. Nico stared incredulously, his own tail raising as he anticipated another round with the dominant male, yet Skrien seemed far more concerned with making a quite passable imitation of a magikarp than with anything approaching sex.

Oblivious to her lover's plight, Taya fought to hide her gradual submission to Fritz's affections. "Did ya learn all your moves from a ratatta?" she taunted, somewhat breathlessly, as the admittedly very satisfying canine plundered her spasming folds, spreading her wide around the forming wad of flesh at the base of his tool. "Oh! That must be what made ya think you're so big, if ya hang around with pipsqueaks all the time. Now, quit makin' like your muzzle is turnin' gray and do me!"

A feral snarl met her words, a steamy blast of pre warming her depths as the arcanine put everythig he had into taking her, his imposing fangs flashing in the night as he grit his teeth in a combination of intense concentration and rising ecstasy. Only Fritz's firm grip around her waist kept her from sliding off of the pinned flygon, the entire pile of pokémon shaking wildly with the sheer force of Fritz's lust driven strokes. Taya's flailing elbow drove hard into Cyril's chest again, cutting off the flygon's song with a wheeze. It was only partially an accident. 'Ugh, finally shut up that racket. Sounded like someone set his balls on fire.'

"You're lucky we're not compatible," Fritz panted. "Heat or no, I'd... oof... find a way to put some pups in there!" His words rumbled with a rising growl as his hips drew into shorter thrusts, his hind legs bracing and clawing at the grass as he attempted to cram his smouldering bulb all the way inside. "Puppies would suit you -- they'd learn how to bite. And enough bark to scare off the small fry."

Taya couldn't quite summon the concentration to reply, her eyelids fluttering, her hips rolling as she did her best to shove back against the hunching canine, desperately grinding her clit against that imposing knot, reveling in the crackles of pleasure it shot into her needy arousal. Dreamily, Cyril reached up a claw, running it through the thick fur of Fritz's sides. "So fuzzy..." he murmured, his breath returned once more. Unsurprisingly, Fritz was a bit too distracted to take note of the flygon's affectionate stroking, which likely saved Cyril's claw from a nasty nip from the arcanine's intimidating fangs. 'Gentle' is not usually in a mating canine's vocabulary, and Fritz was no exception. His lips curled back in an aggressive snarl as he worked Taya's folds with every ounce of his considerable strength, shuddering in anticipation as he felt the feraligatr's tightening inner muscles giving way to his mighty push, his drive to consummate their union.

With a loud pop, Taya's blushing lips at last permitted the massive bulge past her entrance, the suckling walls of her passage drawing it in with a swift gulp, sealing them together. Fritz tensed, quivering and dancing his hind legs excitedly as he felt his balls drawing tight, the constant dribbles of pre tapering off in favour of more substantial fluid. His creamy tail beat wildly at the air, a huffing growl of victory escaping his throat, as the tension rocketed to its inevitable peak...

"Too bad, maybe I'd- ooh yes!" Taya's intended retort cut off with a groan as the first searing spurt boiled from Fritz's buried rod, the canid taper finding enough depth to stroke previously untouched places inside of her as it twitched and pulsed. Her depths spasmed and clenched, as if trying to both recoil from the incredible heat of that heavy seed, and milk that wonderfully fulfilling member for more. Taya threw her head back in a long cry, narrowly missing catching Cyril a blow on the chin, as that pool of molten gold seemed to expand to fill her entire body, a powerful climax arresting her nethers and shuddering upwards in a rushing geyser of bubbling bliss.

"Whazzat? Thought you were going to say something," Fritz said, grinning cockily down at Taya as he twitched and wriggled, tongue lolling out in a contented pant. "Left you speechless, eh? Took long enough." The arcanine positively radiated satisfaction, his rampaging hormones broadcasting to his feral instincts that the job had been well done; his progeny had been accepted --though his rational mind knew it wasn't possible.

Even Cyril, in his as yet addled state, found himself reminded strongly of a wily persian that had somehow managed to get itself locked into a miltank barn. If self-confidence were all that was needed for the task, even Skrien might have bent to Fritz's will in that moment. As it was, the umbreon had yet to entirely succumb to the effects of the uncanny fruit. For at least two more paragraphs, anyhow.

"Dammit furball," Taya moaned, "That's supposed to be my line!" She allowed her eyelids to flutter open a crack, meeting Fritz's grinning visage. Against her will, the corners of her own mouth tugged upwards into a reasonable impression of the Cheshire cat. He had been quite a satisfying partner, but he wasn't going to hear that from her! 'His head might go pop if I do. And wouldn't that be messy?' Sighing, sated for the moment, she settled back to wait out the tie.

Seeing the two writhing in climax, Skrien nearly squealed in dismay, a sudden rush of artificially induced hormones raging through his system. The skin of his rump seemed to itch and tingle, far more than it had been for these past moments. An inexplicable, yet familiar burning sensation abruptly flared into a veritable bonfire, though not in the place he typically expected for such blatantly lustful cravings.

Skrein yelped, whirling on the spot as if suddenly obsessed with catching his tail, maddened by the pulsing heat that was calling out from his untouched rear. He knew this feeling, yet somehow in the hazy depths of his hormone clouded mind, he knew that even when his mate had been in heat, it had never been like this for him.

'No, but... I don't DO that sort of thing! Dammit, it's Nico who likes it there, not me! I'm a... a... oooh, sweet Mew.'

In the midst of his wild tumblings, he had managed to land his exposed rear squarely upon one of his forepaws. Instead of a yelp of pain, a soft coo of desire escaped his throat, as a gratifying fizz of relief swelled upwards from the touch. Almost instantly, the sensation was gone, leaving in its place a crawling itch that, impossibly, had become three times worse than before. What had she been thinking a moment before? He was a... something? No, she wasn't a male, was she? Why would she think something like that?

Skrien's crimson eyes clouded over as an almighty feeling of need swept away all logical thought, leaving him gasping as if doused with ice water. 'More, need more. Never needed it this bad. When did I go into heat? Doesn't matter!'

Vaguely, he became aware of Nico's voice, calling worriedly to him as he lay on his back, whimpering. The bayleef's concerned visage came into view, peering over him from a curious perspective, framed by starlight.

"Dad? Are you sure you're alright?"

"Nico!" Skrien gasped, momentarily baffled by the sky being where the ground should be. "Stop playing around upside-down up there, I need you!"

"Dad, I-" Nico stumbled back with a cry of alarm as Skrien sprang to his feet, his expression not unlike that of a young male pokémon who had just discovered the kinds of things that went on in daycares. We won't discuss those matters of course --far too explicit to mention here. The bayleef suddenly found himself under a laser-beam gaze of intense scrutiny from his father... Certainly not the kind of look he typically expected from the umbreon. Least, not with that hungry, weighing glint that flashed so obviously in that stare. Gulping, Nico took a step back. "W-what do you need me for?"

"This!" Spinning, Skrien wantonly presented himself to the goggle-eyed bayleef, who had never imagined in his wildest dreams --indeed, had he done even that, he likely would have quailed and whimpered in the corner for some time at the very thought-- pictured his usually intimidating father in this pose. Skrien's hind legs quivered, his tail arched firmly to the side, peering over his shoulder in a mirror of his usual position, though considerably lower to the ground than the pose would have been coming from Ciel or Malya, or even Nico himself. Nico's heart skipped a beat. In spite of himself, his body was reacting quite favourably in approval of the sight, even with his mind once again clear. Or at least, mostly clear.

"Well? What are you waiting for?!" Skrien demanded, hunching his hips towards the flabbergasted grass type. "Dammit Nico, if you don't get over here and screw me this right this instant, I swear I will find some way to keep you female and in heat for as long as it takes to find a suitable mate for you." Skrien glared balefully, an expression Nico assuredly was well familiar with. It always made him want to hide under a blanket. "I know that expression, and I can assure you that if you run, I can make it much, much worse. So, unless you have a sudden attraction to onix, I suggest you come here and show me what you've learned!"

"You actually want me to-" Nico cut off, shaking his head, even as he took an inexorable step forward. It was quite plain that the unfinished question was exactly what the umbreon wanted, though of all those still conscious in the clearing, only Fritz knew the cause of the dominant male's sudden shift in temperament.

For the moment, the arcanine was too content to gloat, but his smirk grew far wider as he took note of the goings on across the clearing, shifting subtly to watch as he calmly waited for his knot to shrink enough for him to pull out --and hopefully join in the action. Taya had yet to rouse herself from the contented half-doze she had slipped into, merely resting between the large, warm bodies of the two males. One might have even thought her to be rather cute, in that state, but of course, such adjectives are much easier assigned when their subject is in a state of repose.

"Damn straight I do," Skrien growled, attempting to raise his rear even higher in anticipation as Nico approached mechanically, somewhat transfixed. Abruptly, his tone shifted, becoming pleading once more. "Please, Nico, I need this! I don't care how you do it, just don't stop until you hit bottom. Take me!"

Nico turned a most remarkable shade of chiffon at his father's words. Some part of him was giggling a gleeful 'yes', certainly, but he was vividly aware that it was the part that usually gave him ideas like, 'tickle that sleeping nidoking.' Inwardly, he winced, remembering how long it had taken him to walk straight after that little caper. The other part of him, the part that did its best to keep him intact, was all for hightailing it back home, regardless of distance.

'If I do this, and it's not to his liking, I'll be in for it... for who knows how long, and he might never get over being 'topped', even once. On the other paw, right now he looks like he'dfit right in with that family of eeveelutions. And if I don't do it, he might even find an onix who... No, better not to think about that.' Inwardly, Nico shuddered.

Skrien's rear wiggled impudently, impatience seeming to radiate from the umbreon's pulsing rings. Nico gulped apprehensively, eying the proffered rump with a detached gaze. 'Isn't this his first time...? Great mew, why me?!' His father could take a little pain, surely, but how much of that discomfort would be issued back on Nico when all was said and done? Skrien wasn't usually much on easy forgiveness...

"Onixes, Nico," Skrien said pointedly, ears flattening as he glared sourly. From the opposite end of the clearing, a soft canine chuckle wafted across, nearly tearing Nico's riveted attention away. Caught between the proverbially cliche choice of two unpleasant outcomes, Nico squeezed his eyes shut, and chose the one that at least provided a pleasurable beginning.

"Yess... about time," Skrien mumbled, as she felt Nico's weight descend upon her haunches. The mere touch seemed to radiate outward through her lower body, shooting a tingle of expectancy down to her rear. At last... it seemed far longer than it had been, but someone was finally about to put an end to the horrendous, unscratchable itch.

"I'll uh.... be gentle, I promise," came Nico's voice from over his shoulder, as the bayleef tentatively scooted himself into better position. Skrien drew a sharp breath as a hard protrusion bumped against his inner leg, teasing past his bulging sheath. An out of place chord of sensation jolted through the umbreon's system, clashing with his new self-perception, making him shudder.

"Screw gentle," he snarled. "Don't want you to play nice, like I'm some sort of delicate female. Hit me hard and fast, just how I like it!" Above him, he swore he felt the grass type shiver, probably in eagerness. Good, let him get all hot and bothered. Make him all the more willing to please! The firm length between his legs began questing about, prodding against Skrien's rump. "Higher, and a bit to the right... No, your other right! There!"

The unwanted directions merely added to Nico's nerves, his entire body shaking as he held himself in position, the tip of his exposed length resting lightly against Skrien's warm entrance. This was it, last chance to sto-

With an exultant groan, Skrien shoved back onto the relief offered by Nico's endowment. The powerful shove nearly dislodged the bayleef, yanking a distressed cry from his maw as he scrabbled to keep his balance atop the now frantically humping umbreon. Only a small portion of Nico's member rested in the gripping warmth Skrien's rump provided, the bayleef's unresisting body keeping the penetration at a light tease.

For a moment, the two simply moved like a mechanical horse with its rider, though surely no mechanical horse had been subjected to such an explicit position (save, perhaps, those outside of the Goldenrod game corner -- who knows what sort of things go on around such places?) Nico had yet to overcome the shock of what had just happened, though the familiar feeling of a warm tunnel embracing his sensitive shaft did much to break through the fog.

"What are you playing at?" Skrien ground out, trying to twist around and affix the stationary bayleef with a cutting stare. "It's not that hard, you move in, and you move out, like this!" Snarling, he shoved back with all the force he could muster --no small amount, in truth-- once again nearly knocking Nico off, but managing to cram another inch inside. Skrien sighed happily, an entirely new set of implanted instincts alighting inside him, telling his feral side that this was how things were meant to be. Only, they should really be a bit faster and more consistent yet.

Skrien's words broke through Nico's haze of personal indecision, as his own impulses took hold. Moving in an almost trance like state, he gave in to the feelings assaulting his maleness, slowly beginning to ride the squirming umbreon, meeting the wild, wanton thrusts.

"Atta boy, give it to him!" Fritz cat-called, hooting appreciatively at the sight. Beneath him, Taya stirred, attempting to peer past his body to see the source of the noises that Fritz was observing, but couldn't quite overcome the barrier of his fuzzy forelimb. Shrugging, she subsided, coming to a completely incorrect conclusion about the current events, and choosing to merely rest in her afterglow for awhile longer. That irritating canine still had her plugged too. Though, she wasn't going to complain too much about that.

"Is that okay, dad?" Nico queried, still moving on auto-pilot. Part of him still wanted to be anywhere but where he was, pushing his way still deeper inside his father's tailhole, but he couldn't deny the rapidly swelling ecstasy assaulting his senses, the long night's denial of masculine pleasure at last cumulating in this unorthodox pairing.

"Ah... Oh Nico, yes! Give it to me!" Skrien squealed, an uncharacteristically feminine sound. "I need everything you have, please, fill me with your cum!" Inwardly, she revelled in the stuffed feeling between his legs, the firm invader rubbing against hidden places inside her that she hadn't even known existed. A bit painful at first, but now... Couldn't he go any faster?!

Unfortunately for Skrien, Nico was already far closer to that point than the umbreon could have anticipated. To his credit, he was doing his level best to hold on, to prolong the experience, but something about the way his current partner ground back against him... The way Skrien threw back his head, tongue lolling in relieved pleasure... The escalating slapping sounds of flesh against flesh, Nico's hilting thrusts driving Skrien's chest to the ground, his rump presented invitingly as their balls swung into each other... The incredible clenching tightness of Skrien's deflowered backdoor, accepting and massaging every exposed inch of Nico's twitching length...

Nico gritted his teeth, attempting to slow his hunching, which only braced him against Skrien's own eager shoves, driving them together with equal force. His legs shook, a flush of heat rushing into his cheeks as he felt his body tensing, his heartbeat thudding wildly. 'Already? Wow, I haven't popped this fast since... Okay, that time. And that time I guess... No, that one doesn't count, I was- Oh!' It felt as if at any moment, a dam would burst between his legs, a mighty explosion of sticky satisfaction. In short, the night's teasing had left him not unlike a well shaken bottle of cola.

'Ugh... Sorry dad, please don't be upset...'

Nico let out a long groan as he surrendered to the force brimming in his loins, bucking reflexively and burying himself to the hilt as the first creamy spurt painted Skrien's suckling passage. Skrien froze, gasping in surprise as the warm, thick fluid gushed into his bowels, the unfamiliar sensation temporarily shocking him out of his heat-crazed state. A tiny, well suppressed part of him roared in rage, rebelling at the knowledge that he had just been not only topped, but bred by another male. The looming, currently in control side --the part still happily soused with curious berry extract-- gleefully stomped down the protest. No, this was exactly what she'd wanted! Except...

Skrien wriggled, drawing a murmur of hazy appreciation from Nico as the bayleef slumped exhaustedly over his father, mumbling incoherently into Skrien's ear, still hilted entirely. A warm trickle escaped the tight, stretched seal of Nico's lazily pulsing member, running down the dark fur of Skrien's thigh. A frown crossed the umbreon's muzzle. It was nice, yes, especially how full her belly felt right now, that amazing pool of heat Nico had taken his sweet time about depositing inside her... But, something was missing.

Skrien's brow furrowed in concentration as he mentally chased after the elusive puzzle piece. Something about, 'mutual satisfaction,' or along those lines, at least. Yet, she'd taken her partner's seed already, what more could there be?

"Nico..." Skrien started, choosing her words with care. "Are you quite finished?" Had she growled? Why would she do a thing like that?

Nico let out a strangled noise, tumbling backwards off of the prone umbreon, his retreating member pulling free with a lewd slurp. He half expected to narrowly evade a snap from Skrien's fangs, but surprisingly, his father merely maintained his presenting position, a wash of cream escaping his now well-used passage.

Skrien turned, eying the the sprawling grass type with mild amusement. "Having fun? I hope you don't think you're through here..." She shot him what she hoped was a salacious wink, though, she was well aware she'd never been all that skilled with such things. Why was that infernal growl still vibrating in her throat?

A chattering noise all but drowned out Nico's reply as he backed away, stupefied by the inviting wink his father had just shot his way. A wink, from him?! That was almost more frightening than the undertone of menace to Skrien's words. "S-sorry, d-dad," Nico stammered, the last particles of arousal draining away from him like a pricked balloon. "I'm b-beat, I can't go a-another r-round, I don't think..." Collecting any remaining shreds of his dignity, Nico scampered away, his teeth still chattering, leaving a perplexed and somewhat frustrated Skrien in his wake. Not even sex was worth sticking around for this. Who was this umbreon, and what had he done with his father?!

Skrien's baleful gaze seared Nico's retreating rump as the presently gender confused umbreon contemplated what to do next. 'Really, that's rather rude, to leave me hanging like this! I'll have to deal with him later -- teach him some respect!' How exactly she'd go about that was as yet unclear, but she'd think of something. After the much more pressing issue was dealt with, that was. Almost as if it hadn't been soothed in the least, the itch was rekindling in her loins, creeping up her spine in an insidious march that would soon take over every shred of willpower she possessed. Maybe if she rubbed it on the ground some more...

As she attempted to find the best angle to best stimulate herself, a low chuckle sounded from behind.

"What's wrong little guy? You look a bit out of sorts there. Got an itch you can't scratch?" Turning, Skrien met the eyes of the human -- what was his name again? Terrence? Eric? Something. He couldn't recall such a minor detail. Much more important, was the fact that he was well... a he. A currently unattached male, standing right there in front of her, completely exposed, a sight that made her nethers sizzle with anticipation.

Noticing how Skrien's gaze drifted south, Derek chuckled again, especially as the light in those wide, crimson eyes turned lustful, the pokémon's hunching on the grass growing more intense. "A bit more than you expected, huh? Liking the view of the thunder down under?" Derek choked back a snicker at his own joke, the complete absurdity of this unexpected scenario making everything funny, on top of his own, usual, snappy wit. That really was a great line. He'd have to use it again sometime. Maybe Taya would be up for another round later?

"It's okay, take a good look, little guy," he continued with a smirk, pride welling up at the open and approving scrutiny of his assets. "You've probably never seen a human like this before, have you?" He took a step closer, gently, so as not to intimidate the wild pokémon. The umbreon was a male, yes, but after what he'd just seen, not to mention experienced with that bayleef, that didn't seem to matter much anymore. At least, not if he was going to give it all away that easily!

He also had to admit his own curiosity. Cyril's generous endowment, he'd seen all too close for comfort, given the impressive size of his flygon's tool, and its proximity to his unprotected rear. Nobody was getting that, not if he could help it! He was keeping his "straight" status, thank you! He was simply an opportunist. Who could blame him for that? At that moment, however, his inquisitiveness burned like a coal in his mind, as he attempted to see between Skrien's hind legs. What exactly was hiding down there? This seemed as good a chance as any to find out. After all, the umbreon appeared far less threatening and likely to bite than any of the other males, and Derek would eat his tent if that plaintive expression on his face wasn't one of, "Please take care of me, you big, sexy stud."

With a moan, Skrien confirmed Derek's suspicions by arching his back and flagging his tail, looking back over his shoulder, presenting a very clear invitation. "Well, come on then, put that to good use!" Skrien said, affixing Derek a stern look. If the human was going to eye her like that, surely he'd take her up on her offer! She'd rather have a male that would offer her a bit more fulfillment of course --where had Nico run off to? But right about now, she wouldn't complain about a willing rattata! Skrien let out a soft sigh as his arms encircled her, stroking roughly at her sides, the curious, massaging touches setting her aflame with carnal desire. There were some benefits to being human, it seemed.

The lush softness of Skrien's fur surprised Derek at first, and he took a moment to appreciate the lustrous texture, parting the glossy black waves with his fingertips. Interesting. He wouldn't have expected a wild pokémon to be so well groomed, but on the other hand, the umbreon did seem to be a bit of a pretty boy. Smirking at the thought of the dark type preening for hours in front of a mirror, he slid his hands around to Skrien's belly, feeling his chest rise and fall with heavy breaths of desire, his hips bumping back against Derek's knee.

"Why are you waiting?" Skrien complained, attempting to center on a target, and being forced to settle for grinding impotently against the humans leg. "Fuck me!"

"Calm down," Derek retorted, almost as if he'd understood Skrien's plea. In fact, he was nearly being knocked off balance by Skrien's weight pushing insistently against him, and had to grab onto the umbreon for support. "I'll take care of you when I'm good and ready, I want to see something first." He awarded Skrien a rough pat, the attention of the eager pokémon giving his ego a completely unneeded boost, swelling it to something resembling a yorkshire pudding to which someone had mistakenly added yeast.

Boldly, he pulled Skrien close, rubbing his belly in circles that slowly descended, achingly close to the contact Skrien craved. One might think Skrien would have done something drastic at this point, or perhaps realized that there was more 'down there' than there would be on a female. However, all his lust fogged mind could discern was that something felt good, and he wanted more, if the damned human would only stop playing around. Sadly, the current position had the unfortunate pokémon in a rather effective submission hold, his instincts forcing him to stand in place to await 'her' lover's pleasure. Gritting his teeth, Skrien resigned himself to the indignity of this apparently mandatory inspection.

Fritz shifted as he tried to see past Derek, his tufted ears perking at the sound of Skrien's wordless appreciation. His stretching grin faltered a bit as he felt himself fall free of Taya's folds at last, cool air around his exposed flesh nearly making him jump. Beneath him, Taya shifted and mumbled drowsily, her eyes still closed in light slumber, recovering from her rather... vigorous... activities. Fritz had to admit, after the initial shock, it felt good to stretch out again after crouching for so long. By the great mew, she'd been tight! He gave her an appreciative nuzzle as his endowment rapidly retreated into its home, remaining situated on top of her for now. The least he could do was cuddle her as she dozed, though, her flygon buddy looked a little vexed about still being trapped.

"Hold tight there fly-guy," Fritz said with a nod and a chuckle. "Our scaly friend here doesn't look like she feels like moving any time soon, and I wouldn't want to be the poor sap to wake her before she's ready."

"Indeed, my charming fellow," Cyril replied with a stiff nod. "But as much as I rejoice in the opportunity to bask in her wondrous presence, she is rather erm... hefty." His cheeks darkened, as if it were shaming for him to say so out loud, but he couldn't phrase it any more delicately. Fritz couldn't help but laugh.

"Sure, sure. Don't worry, bud, I don't think she'll sleep long once the moaning starts." Fritz shot a smirk in the direction of Skrien and Derek. "I think that little slut is going to give us a good show, and once I rest up a bit, I'm going to grab a good view, if you know what I mean." Derek's caresses became more exploratory, making Skrien hunch as he felt the touch move closer to his need. Fritz nearly giggled in a most un-masculine manner.

The veiled innuendo in fact passed right over Cyril's head, but he nodded in affirmation anyhow. "Naturally, good sir, naturally." A random thought skittered across Cyril's mind, making him tilt his head as he looked on. "I must say, I'm rather surprised that he has shown such an interest in accommodating other males with such aplomb. He did not strike me as one to indulge in such activities before now. Such a lovely chap. Pretty too." A goofy grin spread across the flygon's muzzle.

Fritz winked. "Sure, and we can give him a hand with that new "interest" of his. Trust me, he's not going to say no." A thrill of pure, devilish delight shot through him. "Call it instinct, but I guess you could say I know a natural bitch when I see one."

Had Skrien picked up that comment, Fritz may have found himself less one ear, or perhaps something more precious. Even in his current state, Skrien prided himself on his experience, though, had he been unimpaired, he would have recalled that all his times with Nico and other males had featured him on top, not the bottom. Sadly, that fact currently eluded him.

A wide smile crept across Derek's face as he at last came to the part of Skrien's anatomy that most interested him, his hand closing lightly around the bulging, furry package. Immediately, Skrien responded, crying out and shoving back against him, hunching into his palm. It seemed to work more or less the same, so far as Derek could tell, but what was that weird bulge near the base? His eyebrows drew together in puzzlement as he rubbed the strange swelling, gripping it more firmly, and noting with fascination how it seemed to drive Skrien wild. Was that thing growing bigger too? Experimentally, he gave a quick squeeze, deciding that, yes, it must indeed be larger than it had been a moment ago. Why hadn't anything much shown out of the pokémon's sheath though?

"Ah, cut that out, quit playing around! You're going to... to... Ah, stuck!" Skrien yelped, his cries falling upon oblivious ears. If he paid them any heed at all, Derek merely considered them to be approval of his actions, continuing to caress and lightly tug at Skrien's growing knot. "What are you doing to me? Don't you know how to do this?" Skrien demanded, his senses quite thoroughly muddled by the distinctly male stimulation rising from between his legs. He hadn't penetrated her yet, so why was there such an overwhelming feeling of being trapped, something stretching her more than she could handle? Dammit, she needed a male inside her now! Even if she had to pin him down to do it!

"Huh, weird," Derek muttered, electing to put off his own pleasure until he could get to the bottom of this mystery. It wouldn't be easy though, the way Skrien was humping madly against him, not to mention the growing clamour from his own lower regions. Derek nodded, flashing a pearly smile and giving himself a mental thumbs-up. Good thing he was a paragon of self-control, or he'd have taken this little slut six ways from Sunday by now. "Let's see what you've got hiding in there, hmm?"

Skrien jolted as Derek's fingertips slid along the underside of his exposed shaft, working their way into the skin of his sheath. Instantly, his rump seemed to catch fire, a rush of pleasure searing its way up his spine. He trembled as the invaders plunged deeper, feeling around inquisitively, sparking innumerable tingling pinpricks through his throbbing meat. His member twitched as the exploring touch found the sensitive region below his knot, loosing a spurt of pre onto Derek's arm as the curious human stretched the skin of Skrien's sheath around the thoroughly trapped bulb of flesh.

"Like that, do you?" Derek said with a snigger, feeling the salty fluid spray his skin. Skrien could do no more than whimper dubious agreement, all his warped instincts informing him that if 'she' didn't manage to get a male soon, her lower half might decide to walk off and see how well it would fare on its own.

Mercifully, Derek decided he'd satisfied his curiosity for the day, pulling back from his molestation of Skrien's maleness with a final tug on the throbbing knot, eliciting another spurt of warmth onto the skin of his forearm. Chortling, he slapped Skrien's haunch, in a gesture surely meant to represent camaraderie, yet only came off as slightly condescending. Skrien yelped, more in shock at the sudden impact than in pain.

"You've got some pretty funky bits, don't you?" Derek commented, wiping his hand absently on Skrien's back, as if the umbreon were a convenient towel. "I'm not sure whether to be jealous or feel sorry for you. That looks more than a little awkward to deal with." He'd hate to be a female of the species, that wad simply looked painful.

Stretching, Derek noted that Skrien hadn't moved, frozen in place with anticipation, his tail resolutely flagged. The sight made his own arousal twitch, myriad scenarios running through his mind, though all of them, it should be noted, involved little more than him playing the stud. His imagination was rather limited.

"Okay sweetie, enough playing around with all these interesting parts of yours." Derek responded to Skrien's pleading look with a magnanimous nod. It's not a secret to anyone that you want me, so I'll hook you up with this bad boy." He waggled his own attentive member at the umbreon with a wink that attempted seductive, but only managed looking like he'd gotten something in his eye.

Skrien's sharp intake of breath was all the encouragement he needed. Throwing foreplay to the winds (not that he was particularly adept in the first place), Derek surged forwards, grabbing Skrien's waist with one hand, and using the other to line himself up with the umbreon's exposed tailhole. Warm flesh beckoned him in, and with a quick thrust, Derek succeeded in missing completely and nearly toppling right overtop of Skrien's arched back.

Fritz's hoot of laughter made Derek glance back ruefully, but a growl of irritation snapped his attention away from his bruised pride, back to the task at hand. 'Ah well, everyone messes up once or twice I guess. Heh, I'll bet he's even more disappointed than I am, horny lil' bugger.' Shrugging, he picked himself up from the grass and grabbed Skrien more firmly around the waist, resolving to make sure he was in this time, before going for the gold.

The rumbling growl died in Skrien's throat as Derek once more took aim, now with considerably more care. Firm flesh kissed Skrien's entrance, erasing all other concerns from his addled mind. It took all his self-control not to thrust back onto that lovely maleness. 'The idiot would probably manage to screw up again if I tried. Better to let him do all the work, if he can- ooh!'

He inhaled sharply as his walls were abruptly shoved apart in a single stroke, a noisy squelch escaping to mark the presence of Nico's earlier offering. Skrien's already stretched and lubricated passage accepted Derek's smaller girth with ease, a grunt passing both their lips as Derek bottomed out, pressing their hips together. A ponderous warmth coursed up Skrien's spine, the delightfully 'full' sensation at last satisfying the desire that had been burning constantly in his loins. This was what she'd needed! Well, more of it, anyhow. If he would last a little longer for her, she might manage to get rid of this annoying itch once and for all!

"Heh, stretchy little guy, aren't you?" Derek commented, rocking his hips gently, getting used to the awkward position required to properly take the smaller pokémon. Good thing the ground was soft. It would save his knees later. Skrien made a mewling noise in reply, which Derek decided must be agreement. He probed with a bit more force, grinding into Skrien's depths, enjoying the sensation of soft fur tickling his balls, along with the clenching warmth surrounding him, squeezing every sensitive spot he knew he had, and a few he hadn't.

Leaning over his more than willing partner, Derek set a steady pace, putting an authoritative push into each shove, revelling in how different it was to take such a receptive lover. The others had merely seemed to tolerate his participation, but this...

'Well, not quite perfect,' Derek thought with a grimace, as the squishing noises coming from their union grew louder. Just as before, it was better not to think of what it was that provided their lubricant. Sloppy seconds wasn't exactly his preferred choice. But, no sense complaining about a bidoof bearing gifts, was there? With a wordless groan of pleasure, he immersed himself in the sparking ecstasy flooding his system.

"C'mon, tell me how you want it, baby," Derek hissed into Skrien's flattened ears, as the umbreon threw his head back, panting.

"Ah... harder, please, take me!" Skrien squeezed his eyes shut, mentally wanting to curse herself for her own eagerness, but unable to summon the willpower. "Claim me! I want you to fill me to bursting!"

The words came out as little more than animalistic vocalizations to Derek, but the message was clear enough. Holding Skrien tight and giving a growl of his own, he rammed himself home with even greater enthusiasm, the impacts slapping their balls together lewdly. He felt unstoppable, godly. He had his lover moaning his name and begging him for more, what more could a guy ask for? He might as well be a poster boy for virility right now. Nothing could possibly ruin this!

"Scuse me, hope I'm not too late to get in on this," Fritz rumbled from behind them, eying Derek's pale and exposed rear with an appraising look. Small, but he should be able to fit. "Looks like there's a space to fill here."

Had Derek known what was coming as Fritz took position behind him, he probably would have leaped away as far as he could, the moment he felt the first brush of warm mane against his backside. Instead, the highly aroused human took the arcanine's advances as mere curiosity, and, little did he know, chose the one response guaranteed to infuriate Fritz --that of one dominant male to another.

"C'mon, I'm busy here, buzz off, fluffy," Derek snarled acidly, refusing to slow his thrusts, even as his motion was hindered by the proximity of Fritz's soft, unmoving chest. Distractedly, he waved a hand behind him, scoring a glancing blow to Fritz's nose, much like an alpha would nip a disobedient pup. "Go find someone else's ass to sniff."

Fritz's emerald eyes narrowed dangerously. The words were unfamiliar, but there was no mistaking that tone, not to mention the intent behind the piffling cuff across his muzzle. Oh, this was personal now. He was going to make this little hairless runt take it all, like it, and beg him not to stop! He wouldn't need any special berries to do it either.

Derek shot a glance over his shoulder, noticing even amidst his rising pleasure that the hulking form behind him had neglected to move away. He opened his mouth, preparing to scold the arcanine once again, but found himself cutting off in a high-pitched squeak, much like the sort that comes from a rubber dog toy, as a dinner plate sized paw landed heavily upon his back.

For a brief moment, Fritz balanced there, amused by the strange noises the human produced each time he shifted his weight. How Skrien managed to stay upright against the assault of 350 extra pounds on top of him is a complete mystery of physics and force of will. At last, Fritz mercifully released his prisoner, settling down overtop the conjoined pair in a more conventional mating position, merely resting his forepaw warningly against Derek's shoulder as the human attempted to regain his breath.

"C-cut it out," Derek stammered, too stunned to continue his humping for now. "Aww, you've gone and wrecked it now..." Beneath him, Skrien squirmed in protest, attempting to resume their activities with an insistent grinding against Derek's crotch, but not managing much more than ineffectual wriggling.

Just then, Derek's blood ran cold as Fritz reared up, scooting his own hindquarters closer to the action. Something firm and a bit wet prodded at Derek's exposed backside, once, twice, then slid away briefly. At last, the realization of what the massive canine intended sunk fully into his mind like a knife into melted butter. "Oh no you don't! I don't swing that way, pal, go take on someone your own- oof!"

The "oof" came as Fritz's paws wrapped around his chest in a tight bear hug, nearly yanking him right off of Skrien, and putting an end to his flailing efforts to dislodge the arcanine. "Funny," Fritz commented, as casually as if he were discussing the weather, rather than steadily pulling his unwilling partner towards inevitable coitus. "I didn't figure I could top the night off any better than by taking that cute little bitch you've got there, but you know what? I think I just found a way."

Neither of the others saw his wide grin as he probed around for Derek's entrance, ignoring the human's increasingly frantic wriggles and gyrations, which brought a soft coo of delight from Skrien. If they had, Derek would likely have been reminded of a real estate salesman who had just sold property on the moon. Skrien, on the other hand, would merely have told him to wipe that smug look from his face.

Some small, buried part of Skrien objected to being referred to as "that cute little bitch", but he chose not to comment. After all, once she got what she needed from this, then she would teach that arrogant ball of fur to call her cute!

Derek yelped as the firm object slid between his cheeks, settling in place on his unprotected pucker. Even the pulsing pleasure and heated warmth coming from his twitching member weren't enough distraction from the foreign sensation of another male's equipment lined up at his backdoor. "I'm serious here, you'd better not- ah!" His attempted threat broke off as Fritz leaned forward, his tapered canine rod parting the tight entrance with some difficulty, sliding in with a grunt and a huff from the mounted fire type.

"That's it, my sweet little princess," Fritz mocked, easing himself forward another inch into the not-quite-eager, but yielding grip of Derek's passage. "Just be a good girl, relax and let me take care of that for you." His arousal surged with the rush of feral dominance imbuing his system, sliding in a bit deeper past the tight ring of muscle near the entrance. "I promise I'll be... gentle, just for you," he added magnanimously. After all, no need to make the poor little guy cry.

Derek wheezed something incoherent in response to the growlings and mutterings of his surprise lover, his entire body feeling flushed with heat from a combination of embarrassment, and the constant warmth Fritz's massive form emitted. His rear felt like it was on fire, an inexorable stretching sensations as something firm and unyielding --not to mention far hotter than his own body temperature-- pushed its way inside with agonizing slowness. Only the ongoing tingle of delight of his unfinished business with Skrien, along with Skrien's frustrated shoves into Derek's crotch, kept him from loosing a howl of pain.

True to his word, Fritz was gentle. Though, "gentle" by a fully grown arcanine's standards has about as much in common with an average human's idea of the concept, as a professional wrestler does with an unopened can of soda. Though, as in this example, the difference can be very quickly and effectively settled settled by an application of force to the right place.

'Holy... how much more does he have?' Derek wondered, barely able to think around the overwhelming sensations. An air of complete helplessness settled over him, knowing now that he was powerless to stop the monstrous length of meat shoving into him, or prevent the constant burning of his insides being forcefully widened far more than they were used to.

He half expected to see the massive thing outlined against his stomach at any moment, that curiously tapered tip buried somewhere deep in the mysterious depths of his rear. 'Ah... feels so strange, going the wrong way like that... There's no WAY it can fit!' It felt like the arcanine would split him in two, yet somehow, his body managed to endure, gradually stretching to accommodate the girth and length of the pokémon's breeding tool, though there was clearly still more to come. "Cyril?" Derek gasped, hoping his friend would come to his rescue. "T-taya? A-a... A little help?"

Fritz gave a growl of satisfaction as his still growing knot bumped against the already stuffed entrance, wiggling a bit to ensure his footing, and Derek gave a mimicking expression of surprise, as the invader nudged something inside him that buzzed delightfully, piercing through the burning pain of his over-stuffed rear. Derek's mouth formed a somewhat thoughtful 'o'. That had actually kinda... well, not felt good, although it had, but how could it possibly? It- He grunted in frustration, thoroughly unable to focus.

Skrien also gave a low moan, as Fritz's slow push shoved Derek forward as well, offering a brief return to the vigour they'd shared no more than a few moments ago. The umbreon's frustration was rising, as his confused hormones attempted to gain female pleasure without the proper equipment. She felt pleasantly full, certainly, and when they started moving quickly, she came so close! But why did they have to stop there?! The fact that his neglected maleness was still tied to his own sheath only exacerbated matters, leaving the sexually stymied umbreon on the brink, without any means of pushing himself the last few steps.

"Okay, hang on sweetheart, the ride's about to start," Fritz rumbled cheerfully, beginning to slowly draw himself back from the delightfully tight confines of Derek's rump. 'Yup, I'm going to remember this one for a while.This is better than that time with Graven by a long shot.' His arousal surged with tingling ecstasy from the constant squeezes of Derek's virgin passage, pre leaking steadily from his tip to ease their union. Getting his knot in was going to be tricky, but Arceus could shave him bald if he wasn't going to try! Fritz smirked. After all, it certainly wasn't as big as the human's head, and he'd managed to fit that in no problem for who knew how long. Though, it might be almost that big.

A large, red-shielded eye suddenly loomed in Derek's vision making him start, and immediately wish he hadn't, as the jolt ground him against the monstrous length in his rear, drawing a rumble of approval from Fritz. Cyril's face almost bumped his as the flygon leaned tipsily over top of his trainer's head.

"You called?" he chirped, a touch dubiously, as he eyed the situation. Berry juice dribbled down his chin, and he absently stuffed another clawful into his mouth, then let out a hiccup, grinning lopsidedly. "For mee?" Thankfully, that last part had been completely in his own tongue, for had Derek heard the girlish squeal of happiness coming from his partner, he would probably have been rather alarmed.

"Cyril!" Derek managed through gritted teeth, his face lighting up like he'd just won the lottery. "There you are, I- mmph!" Whatever he had been about to say was rather rudely truncated by the liberal application of large paw over small mouth, as Fritz decided perhaps these two shouldn't have any lengthy conversations right now.

"Yes, like he said, good timing," Fritz said, ignoring the muffled noises of distress coming from beneath his forepaw as he leisurely bucked his hips. The sounds grew slightly higher pitched. "Your buddy here was just saying-" Another short jab of the arcanine's hips, and the sounds turned from those of a yowling cat, to those of bubbling toffee. "Mmm... Yes, as I was saying..."

Cyril gave the arcanine a scathing look, interrupting. "That, is not how you do it!"

Fritz tilted his regal head, annoyance flashing across his features. "Beg pardon?"

"All wrong!" Clucking in rebuke, Cyril swept the offending paw aside, freeing Derek, now with a touch more blue in his face, to wheeze and gasp for air, his eyes looking a bit misty with relief. Before the human could speak, Cyril expertly grabbed his lips in his claws and pinched them closed, stifling any potential words. Derek's eyes bulged, cold shock searing him into silence as effectively as Cyril's claws. "There, like this" Cyril affirmed with a nod, his balance swaying a bit. "Or our fine fellow will... err..." Cyril paused, unable to recall what exactly it was that would happen if Derek couldn't breathe, but he felt rather secure in the knowledge that it wouldn't be good.

Fritz snorted a laugh, continuing his slow hunching at a leisurely pace. He wasn't terribly certain what to make of the inebriated Cyril, but the absurdity of what he'd just done broadened his toothy grin even further. "Well sure then. Anyhow, we were just discussing how much our moaning friend down there could use a big, strong male like yourself to... give him something to moan on, if you catch my drift."

Cyril couldn't have been further from catching drifts of any kind if he'd been in the middle of the desert. He pulled back, scratching his chin thoughtfully as he pondered the statement, still absentmindedly keeping Derek's mouth shut. 'Something to moan on? Well, he does sound like a female in distress, but how would... err...' He struggled to connect the dots as he sized up Skrien, the innuendo flying further over his head than a passing passenger jet. 'Putting him atop of me?' That was the only image that seemed to fit Fritz's request. 'How does that help matters?' He tilted his head at Fritz, buzzing in wordless inquiry.

"Whats'a matter?" Fritz grunted, pausing briefly to readjust his balance, then continuing to plough Derek's abused tailhole with leisurely satisfaction. "I'm sure a big fella like yourself has another round in him. Why not let that poor, needy little umbreon bitch get a taste of dragon? Trust me, he's an eager little slut, he won't disappoint you. Heck, maybe your buddy'll even lend a hand." Fritz flashed an encouraging smile at the befuddled dragon, silently urging him on.

Whether by Fritz's words, or merely by the powerful scents wafting through the air, some connection sparked inside of Cyril, his body making its desires clear, even if nothing else was. He was still a little fuzzy on matters, but one thing was becoming overwhelmingly apparent: Skrien's wide open mouth was mere inches away from the tinglings of arousal in his groin, and if tab A fit inside slot B... then he would be one happy flygon.

'He certainly isn't objecting to the idea,' Cyril reasoned. That seemed more than enough justification. In a flurry of motion, he released Derek and grabbed hold of Skrien's ears, the umbreon letting out a yelp, his eyes flying open wide to take in the vast expanse of green-skinned belly before him -- and the aroused dragon's bulging slit, a hint of pink beginning to peek forth. A wave of pungent dragon musk hit Skrien's nostrils like a hammer, his jaw hanging slack in shock now, rather than just lustful panting.

Cyril trilled something and hunched his hips suggestively, but there was no need. In that moment, Skrien's unfamiliar hormones surged, and he simply knew that there was nothing in the world he wanted more than to please this noble creature. Without being told, he practically lunged forward, his small pink tongue lavishing Cyril's exposed meat with exuberant licks. With rather surprising expertise, he drew wet circles around the tender skin of the flygon's slit, wordlessly encouraging Cyril's participation in the act with his eyes and tongue, almost gasping with a needy desperation to explore every inch of this new lover's endowment.

For Derek's part, he only had a brief moment to catch his breath, before he was shoved headlong into Cyril's belly by an enthusiastic push from Fritz. He stared, stupefied, at the sight before him, unsure what to think. Skrien cooed softly, nuzzling Cyril's emerging dragonhood in a proprietary way, looking as if he'd just found the one thing he'd been missing all night.

The burning pain in Derek's rear had faded to a dull ache as his muscles were forced to relax, and now each thrust gave both that curiously full-to-bursting sensation, as well as the odd lance of blissful relief that put any thoughts of discomfort far in the background for a fleeting second. His own embedded arousal was beginning to surge again, milked fitfully in its current home inside Skrien, his orbs aching for release after being so cruelly denied moments before.

'I could almost start enjoying this again,' he thought idly, staring somewhat cross-eyed at the unusual image of Skrien happily taking the tip of Cyril's impressive maleness into his mouth and suckling feverishly, drawing a pleased trill from the flygon. 'If this weren't a bucket of gay. I didn't want this though, dammit! Even if it feels good, I'm totally... ah...' He squeezed his eyes shut as Fritz's tapered tip maliciously stroked that traitorous place in his rear, salving his inner walls with another squirt of exceedingly warm pre.

'Wow, he's a potent one. How will it feel when he- No! I'm totally straight, I am!' Derek would have preferred being a more active participant of course. He was quite effectively sandwiched between the two canines, and Cyril clearly had more important things on his mind than springing him. All he could do was hang on and do his best to enjoy, Fritz handling the thrusting for both of them as he began to increase the pace, his growls turning more feral as the desire to truly breed the trapped human grew foremost in his mind.

"Heh, see that? He's a natural. Look at that little slut go. You could learn a few things, sweetheart," Fritz rumbled, immense satisfaction washing over him as he observed Skrien's enthusiastic acceptance of the flygon's maleness, almost as good as the rising heat in his loins as he treated the human to a taste of his own medicine. Each of the arcanine's eager shoves seemed to drive even deeper into the mysterious depths of Derek's bowels, the massive wad of flesh at the base slamming into his already lewdly stretched tailhole and making him gulp in anticipation, knowing that the wild pokémon had no intention of stopping until his much smaller body had been forced to accept each smouldering inch.

Once again, a hidden part of Skrien urged him to bite the condescending prick of an arcanine for his insolence, but it was rapidly shouted down by his unnaturally boosted submissive tendencies, which were telling him to work his tongue more like that. Fortunately for Cyril, the two conflicting parts didn't come to any sort of agreement.

The energetic humping seemed to resonate through both of the submitting males, driving Derek forward so he was forced to bend his head down towards the exposed, pulsing, pink base of Cyril's looming shaft. The carnal scent of his partner's arousal wafted into his nose, the strong pheromones his species produced working their magic on Derek's 'one-hundred percent straight' sensibilities. Skrien made a contented burbling noise, as he was given no choice but to take another few inches of Cyril's endowment, his jaws already stretching nearly as wide as they could to accommodate.

Just then, there was a loud thunk from the other side of the clearing, and Taya gave a sound not unlike a kettle of fish brought to a rapid boil. Derek was the only one who noticed, his distracted gaze flicking over to see his feisty feraligatr all but pouring steam from her ears as she gaped at the salacious act the four males were participating in. The tree that had sprouted his natural tent now bore a suspiciously fist-shaped dent, a few splinters still drifting down.

'Uh-oh...' Derek thought. Fritz merely grunted, barely missing a beat. Cyril considered the intricacies of all the pretty lights flashing in the darkness around him. Skrien likely wouldn't have noticed unless she doused them in icy water. The tree might have said, "Ouch," but the only one who could have understood him/her/it was currently otherwise occupied.

"How could you?!" Taya shouted, stomping across the clearing, rage seeming to leak from her very pores like water through a '100% water resistant' jacket. "I take one lil' nap, and whatta you all do? Ya go and double-team my stud behind my back! Well, lemme tell you. I'm sick and tired of gettin' left on the sidelines while everyone else gets ta play."

She came to a quivering halt beside them, claws on her hips, the very image of affronted pride. Fritz opened his mouth, about to make a wisecrack, but she reached out and clamped his muzzle shut with an iron grip, making a sharp gesture with her free claw. A small "Mmph," much like a deflating balloon, escaped him as he stared cross-eyed at the offending restraint, either too surprised or unwilling to give up his current position to do something about it.

"None of yer yapping, pup! I dunno how, but this is probably your fault too!" She flicked her gaze down, taking in Derek's pale face as he tried to turn himself to meet her stare, blocking her view of Skrien. "If the kid wants ya to rail him, fine --he seems to be enjoyin' it. No surprise there. But, one word outta you, and I swear I'll make ya look like a drowned rattata!"

Fritz's eyes widened, and he wisely "Mmphed" again in consent, doing his best to nod. One down, Taya turned to Cyril, prepared to give her partner a thorough tongue-lashing, but was momentarily stymied by the far-away look in his eyes. In the momentary silence, Skrien chose a very poor moment to let out a most un-masculine moan, the sound bubbling slightly as he sampled the potent, masculine flavour now dribbling steadily from the larger 'mon's member. Skrien's ears flattened. He wasn't too certain what all the fuss was about, but he wished she'd get it over with and find a place of her own to fill, so long as she didn't try to take away this lovely treat! Taya's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Hey, fly-guy, snap out of it!" she demanded, flicking his nose with a claw. "What's the big idea, jumping in dick first and stealing my squeeze? After what I just let ya do with me?! What're ya gonna do to fix this, huh?" Cyril tilted his head at her, trilling an inquiry, puzzlement flicking behind his crimson eye-shields as he was rudely tumbled off of whatever cloud of bliss he'd been floating upon. With a great effort, he attempted to collect his scattered thoughts from all the places they'd gone to hide.

'Dear me, I seem to have given offence. This will not do.'

To his credit, Cyril attempted a dignified bow, but only managed a slight bob of his head, as Fritz's restraint wore thin, his spasmodic bucking picking up where he'd left off. Skrien did something complicated with his tongue, sending a fresh rush of electricity buzzing through Cyril's senses, just as another half inch of quivering dragonhood slipped into the tight confines of the umbreon's willing throat. Taya snarled something under her breath, her claws opening and closing only a few inches from Cyril's neck. The threat was abundantly clear, even in Cyril's addled and pleasure fogged delirium.

"M-my gravest apologies, my bright star in the night, oh beautiful lily among the thorns, sweet ne-"

"Cut the crap," Taya growled, though the flattery at least seemed to have some effect, as she stopped menacing him with her wickedly gleaming claws. "Ya sound like some stuck-up character from a kiddy story. I just wanna know what yer gonna do to make this better."

She folded her burly arms across her chest, her jaw set. In normal circumstances, Derek might have been rather aroused by the view he was treated to, given Taya's current proximity to Cyril, her legs planted in a wide, angry stance, quite oblivious to how it might look from Derek's perspective. However, it was simply another drop in the raging ocean of sensory overload currently washing over the poor, out-of-his-depth human. Of course, the eight inches of thick canine meat ploughing his rear may have also played a part in his distraction, though surely a straight arrow such as him would surely have been able to ignore that if not for the drugs. After all, a straight guy like Derek was always careful not to pay attention to anything that might get him labeled something as horrible as... bi.

"Well?!" Taya demanded, scouring Cyril with her affronted glare. It was all too much for the muddled dragon. Her enraged visage drew him like a ball bearing to a magnet. He hiccuped, giggled, and popped the question that had been pressing upon his mind. Taya was understandably set back on her heels.

"Come again?"

Cyril flashed her a lopsided grin, and popped the question again. "Flowers! They are your favourite, no? I would gleefully obtain a bloom most-"

"Never been a big fan," Taya interrupted quickly, stemming the tide of perfumed prose, still unsure how to react to the offer. "They make me sneeze." Cyril's expression drooped, turning from hopeful to crestfallen. He liked flowers, or at least, he was quite certain he did. The ones having a sing-a-long around the fire were certainly rather nice.

"Well then," he attempted, hesitantly anxious to make amends. "Perhaps... Might I offer the humble service of my pride as your own, to do with as you will, oh marvellous vision of divinity?" He choked back another giggle, attempting to maintain the gravity of his offer, but ended up leaving it in tatters anyway by adding, "You're pretty!"

Contrary to how it may have appeared, this was not a euphemism, but rather a dusty relic of flygon tradition, in which one would offer their services in defence of any slight to the other's honour, usually in payment of a debt. Of course, unbeknownst to Cyril, most nowadays did indeed simply use it to make passes at attractive females, but it was the thought that counted.

Taya stared at him for a moment, unsure whether to slap him or merely laugh. 'I dunno if he's gonna remember this, but I sure will.' In the end, she settled for a friendly punch to the shoulder that nearly knocked him over, and chuckled low in her throat as she shook her head. "Well, Fly-guy, you're no lady-killer, but know what? After tonight, it seems you're good for a romp or two, I guess. Maybe I'll find a good use for this, for those times when we're out in the middle of nowhere."

She snickered and shot Cyril a wink, her anger at him, at least, on simmer for the moment. "Give the kid a show, wouldn't it?" Cyril chose merely to nod, only a soft hiss of pleasure escaping him as Skrien applied all the tricks he had, the rhythmic gulping and rough strokes of his tongue pushing the flygon to the brink. Sensing victory, Skrien sped up his ministrations, desperately working to milk the larger 'mon for all he was worth, a steady stream of musky pre rolling down his throat.

Later, Taya would perhaps be surprised to find that his offer was not what it appeared, though, true to her nature, it seems unlikely she would allow Cyril to get away with such shenanigans. That, however, is a very long story, which will not be detailed here.

"Now, as for you," Taya continued, steamrolling on to the next offender, poking Skrien with her toe to get his attention. All it gained her was a ghost of a glance, which only served to fan her rage. "What do you think you're doing, turning into the worst bitch slut of all of them on me?! I waited all night for ya, practically threw myself at yer feet, and now look! Ya went and let them break ya!" She awarded each male in turn a sizzling glare.

Something in her statement broke through to Skrien, even as he felt the pressure in his rear begin to revive... something... between his legs, a tingling delight that his deceived mind couldn't quite reconcile as feminine pleasure. "I'm not a slut!" he attempted, but what came instead out sounded more like someone trying to deepthroat a garden-hose, while the water was running.

"I dunno what happened, but I don't care," Taya snapped, her eyes narrowing to dangerous slits. "As far as I'm concerned, you're gonna make up for this, and it's not gonna be pretty!" Threat delivered, she huffed noisily and took a step back, viewing the ongoing action with a steely glare, deciding she may as well let the boys have their fun before she took what belonged to her. He wanted to be a bitch? Fine. She'd take that, but he would be her bitch now! 'He's still pretty, even if he turned out to be a big cockslut.' Sighing, she ran a claw across her crest, smoothing the elegant comb. 'Dammit, he won't be able tostand by the time I'm done with him. Didn't think I'd have to be the one to take him though.'

"Oh my god," Derek groaned suddenly, squeezing his eyes shut. "What are you- Nnh..." he trailed off, gasping, as Fritz's pounding turned frenzied, the large canine's feral instincts kicking into overdrive. Derek's rear throbbed, the ache seeming to beat in counterpoint to the other throbbing he could feel coming from back there, his entrance stretching far beyond its normal means as it was forced to engulf the entirety of Fritz's quivering erection.

'He's really doing it,' Derek thought, feeling as if he were a million miles away, watching this happen to someone else. The pressure against that mysterious 'hot button' inside him rose higher than he'd thought possible, electric jolts of pleasure shocking his system, driving him over the edge he'd been so rudely yanked back from. Pinpricks of light seemed to flash behind his eyes as his climax was squeezed out of him, his length twitching fitfully as he painted Skrien's insides with a few half-hearted bursts of seed. 'Finally!' Skrien thought, sighing around his mouthful as the warm fluids dribbled down to join those left earlier by Nico.

With an enthusiastic bark of triumph, Fritz surged forward yet again, urged on by the involuntary (but undeniably lovely) contractions Derek was offering. His back paws pedaled wildly against the turf for more purchase, grinding the two smaller males towards Cyril's belly as he put everything he had into his thrust.

Skrien's groan of pleasure turned into a muffled gurgle of alarm as he was given no choice but to take more of Cyril's shaft, his jaw stretched now as wide as it could go around the pulsing pillar of slick flesh. There was a muted pop, and Derek's jaw dropped in a silent expression of mixed distress and pain as he felt Fritz's monstrous tool plunge the rest of the way, sealing his passage firmly. His shaft twitched once, fitfully, a final dribble of pre trickling into Skrien's rear. Without so much as a whimper, Derek fainted.

Fritz's tail beat madly at the air as he continued to rut the unfortunate human, the pressure around his knot quickly pushing his growing climax towards its crashing peak. "Sorry kid," he managed in between pants. "Guess I was a little much for you after all." Unrepentant, he leaned forward, his haunches wriggling as he tried to sink even further into the glorious, snug warmth surrounding his sensitive breeding tool. Grinning, he looked down, about to make a snide comment as the tension between his legs broke, the first generous spurts of cream gushing into Derek's plugged passage. "Maybe gentle was the wrong word, but..." He trailed off, noticing even as he shivered with bliss at the release, that Derek's eyes had fluttered closed. "Hey, that's not how you're supposed to do it, you're missing the best part!" Fritz protested, his tail flicking as he awarded the ungrateful human the gift of his seed, each rhythmic spurt shuddering a fresh wave of delight up his spine. "C'mon, I'm doing you a favor here! Not everyone gets this, you know."

Derek's weight shifted, and with a sigh of regret, Fritz wrapped his forepaws around the limp human and rolled with him, pulling the firmly tied pair down to lie on their sides, dragging Derek away from Skrien and Cyril. Fritz jolted, involuntarily bucking his hips as this new position massaged his embedded knot, encouraging another heavy spurt to coat Derek's insides.

"Fine then," Fritz grumbled, a little peeved that his less-than-willing lover had bombed out before the finish. "Be that way. I'll just sit here and enjoy this nice, tight ass you have. We're going to be here awhile, I think." Smirking, he prodded Derek's belly, feeling the sloshing bulge that now sat there. "At least you've got something to remember me by. Look on the bright side. After this, you'll be able to take your dragon buddy no problem."

Had Derek been conscious, he might have shuddered at the thought, but more likely, he would have been doing his best to convince himself that no, he hadn't enjoyed it in spite of the discomfort, and no, he most definitely did not like arcanines any more. Sighing regretfully, Fritz decided to follow the human's lead, curling up around the smaller, furless body. As much as he'd like to stay awake and watch the show, two rounds was enough for him. He yawned noisily, the tug of afterglow settling in like a blanket. Maybe they'd be up for more in the morning. After his performance tonight, the human would almost certainly be willing. Wouldn't that be a good way to wake up? As his eyes closed, a toothy grin spread across his muzzle.

Finally freed from the crushing combined weight of human and arcanine, Skrien felt a rush of exhilaration, as if he'd just solved a pressing problem that had been troubling him for some time. Shooting a 'come hither' look up at Cyril, he applied himself wholeheartedly to the task at hand, determined that, size difference be damned, he would swallow every inch! Cyril offered a weak buzz of satisfaction, his claws stroking Skrien's ears tenderly, encouraging his benefactor. His knees shook, the potent cocktail of strange berries and intense physical exertion taking their toll on the large 'mon.

'Looks like he's about ready to give up. That's it, don't try to fight it, big guy...' Skrien thought, a bit impatient with the flygon's apparent resistance to his best efforts. It was almost like a game, and Skrien had never been too fond of those. He'd much rather have his 'prize' and be done with it. But, the recently awoken faux female sensibilities inside him had other ideas, and despite giving it her best shot, she recalled that her experience was indeed a bit lacking. Come to think of it her rear was a little sore now too. That must be it. She'd been distracted by the human's lack of vigor, and she still wasn't satisfied.

Skrien's eyes lit up as he caught sight of Nico trotting back into the clearing. The bayleef was licking some sort of sticky substance from his mouth, and wore a decidedly smug expression. An assortment of leaves fluttered off his back, though one stuck to his shoulder rather suspiciously. Nico positively radiated contentment.

'That was a pleasant surprise,' Nico thought. 'Who knew Bill would know exactly how to show a guest a good time?' He met Skrien's gaze, his eyes widening as they stared at each other for a brief moment.

'Ah-ha! Maybe we can finish what we started, my son,' Skrien thought, wiggling his rear in anticipation. Nico's eyes bulged, his expression turning even more shocked. If what he'd just seen his father doing hadn't been enough to turn his thoughts from rather inappropriate ones about trees in seductive poses, the vision of Skrien giving him that predatory gaze, then offering himself so salaciously... He contemplated turning around and heading back into the forest, and was on the verge of doing just that, but something held him in place.

"Glad you could join us," Taya said sarcastically, shifting her grip from his tail to his hips, ensuring he wasn't going to be leaving any time soon. Nico took one look up at the fearsome feraligatr, and all thoughts of resistance fled. "I've got plans for you, and they don't include you makin' off like your tail's on fire." It was a tough call which was more disturbing. The steely look in her eye as she looked from him to Skrien? The iron grip on his rump? Or the fact that Skrien didn't seem too concerned about either.

At that moment, Skrien's assault hit rapid succession of exceptionally sensitive spots, at last breaking through the resistance the flygon had built up over two previous orgasms. The first powerful spurt caught Skrien off guard, the jet of cream blasting down his throat, forcing him to swallow rapidly. A high-pitched trill rolled through the clearing, announcing Cyril's climax, which was immediately followed by sputtering as Skrien fought a losing battle against the torrent.

Mercifully, the sudden rush of pleasure also managed to overwhelm Cyril, his knees weakening, sending him toppling backward. There was a lewd slurp as his shaft pulled free, a veritable geyser of seed catching Skrien in the face, before he joined Cyril on the grass, trying to cough and lick his face clean of the warm fluid at the same time, unwilling to lose any more of it than he had to.

Cyril buzzed and trilled happily, his claws grasping at the air as if he were holding a giant, invisible teddy bear, though the illusion was spoiled a bit by the last few spatters of cream dribbling onto his own belly. Despite it being his third time that night, his climax was only marginally less impressive. Particularly for umbreons who attempt to deep-throat something the size of their own tails. Had he been feeling like himself, even Skrien might have been impressed by the accomplishment, though, it would have quickly been soured by the fact that he'd just ingested a considerable quantity of another male's seed, entirely of his own volition. Perhaps it was better that his only current thought was, 'Tastes like fruit!'

"Right then," Taya's growled words ripped across the clearing like a whip crack. Hefting Nico bodily, she gestured at Skrien with the captive bayleef. "If you are quite finished, would you be so kind as to stay put and roll over?"

It took Skrien a moment to realize she was speaking to him, his hazy memories of her earlier, obsequious tones clashing with this new, commanding persona. Mechanically, he attempted to comply, but the seeming contradiction in her command only served to cross his wires further, resulting in a compromise of flopping heavily onto his side, his belly sloshing conspicuously. Taya shot him a withering glare.

"That'll do, for now, I suppose," she grumbled, tromping towards him with Nico in tow. She barely even noticed the grass type's attempted resistance, merely tightened her grip and hauled him along, all her attention focused on her target. There was only so much a girl could take, and she'd reached that point a long time ago. Now, it was time for her to get her due. "So, you like cock, do ya? You wanna be treated like a dirty little slut?" Taya loomed over Skrien, gritting her teeth as she nudged him with her foot. "Can't get enough of it, is that right?"

Skrien's eyes narrowed, Taya's tone breaking through his peaceful haze. What gave her the right to speak that way? Why, if her belly weren't so heavy, she'd get up and teach that arrogant feraligatr a lesson! On the other paw, all her instincts were screaming at her, something about 'danger' and 'you're not going to like this.' However, a third, traitorous part countermanded them, telling him it was much better to simply submit, as that was half the fun of such things.

'Really, how bad could it-'

Skrien squeaked in surprise, his train of thought leaping the tracks in a 50 car pileup as a warm body dropped unceremoniously on top of him, pinning him to the ground. Someone groaned. There was a flurry of half-seen motion, and then a powerful, vaguely familiar, undeniably male scent assaulted his nose, spiked with some sweet-smelling aroma he couldn't identify.

"Umm, you okay, dad?"

Skrien barely heard Nico's strangled query, as he was fixated upon the growing length of masculine flesh, which seemed to magically sprout from the air to hover in front of his face. Taya's iron grip held Nico firmly in place as she worked his arousal, coaxing life back into it whether the bayleef wanted it or not.

"Fine," Skrien murmured, his muzzle parting in instinctual anticipation as Taya awarded Nico a slap on the rump, inching him forward and forcing him to thrust towards Skrien's maw. Nico gulped noisily, his teeth chattering again. Should he change back to female? What would Taya do if he tried?

"Come on now, be a good girl and suck it clean," Taya snarled, prodding Skrien's exposed belly. "I'm gonna teach you how to act like a proper bitch, since that's obviously what you want." Strangely, the irony of her words was lost on her. Skrien's temper pitched at her goads, but the flames were promptly doused by the more docile instincts running rampant with his motivations. She could be dealt with later. There were more pressing matters at hand.

"Yeowch, easy! It's not me, I swear!" Nico cried, attempting to pull away. His body betrayed him, his strength seeming to drain as the mostly unwanted pleasure coming from between his legs increased. Struggling against Taya was like trying to uproot a tree, and he felt himself being moved inexorably forward over his father's muzzle.

'There's no way he'll allow this, no way!' Nico thought, frantically. He still felt a bit tipsy, but one thought rang loud and clear --no matter what had been going on before, his father did not do this sort of thing, with him or with-

Nico stiffened as a glorious, warm wetness closed around his member, instantly chasing all other thoughts from his mind. Had his father really just...? The suction around his growing length increased, drawing a groan from his lips, and erasing any doubts about the surreal sensation. Taya gave a harsh chuckle of approval. "Better. Make sure ya do a good job too! Now, let's find another way to put you to work."

Deciding it was now safe to let Nico go, as a different force held him captive now, Taya shifted her attention to the prize she'd been chasing all night. Even through her smouldering anger, she couldn't help but appreciate the view as she hefted Skrien's plumping sheath. She made a point of getting what she wanted, and even somewhat spoiled as the experience would be, she felt a surge of cooling satisfaction in her achievement.

"Damn, uncooperative males," she muttered under her breath, hiding a smile. Feeling triumphant, she awarded Skrien's arousal a firm squeeze, the bulge at his base growing steadily under her grip. The umbreon squirmed at her touch, suddenly unsure. Shouldn't a feeling like that be... elsewhere? Why did it feel like something down there was growing? Uneasy now, Skrien attempted to focus on his duty, drawing a rather surprising variety of sounds from Nico as he coaxed the bayleef to give up his prize.

"Wow, how'd you get so... mmm... good at this, dad?" Nico asked, his hips moving automatically as the pleasurable sensations swelled. He could barely believe this was happening, but now did not seem like the time to back out. He hoped, at least. This wouldn't be one of those, 'why did I do that,' times, would it?

"He's a natural. Just made for this sort of thing," Taya grumbled, working Skrien's growing maleness more roughly than was really necessary, making him grunt and shift, as if he wanted to roll over. Taya ignored him. "Like father, like son, right? Did he teach you everything you know?" A few inches of crimson shaft now stood proudly against Skrien's dark fur, prompting Taya to redouble her assault. He seemed to like it around the knot, so a little more wouldn't hurt before she took hers. His sheath bulged further as she applied both claws to massaging the uniquely canine feature, her breath coming in short huffs as she began to grind against his belly, her own arousal leaving a wet trail in his fur.

"Well, yes, but... Oh! Not like-"

"Uh-huh, right." Taya's bored retort cut Nico off abruptly. "Charming. Now move your butt forward a bit." She punctuated the command with a rough push, nearly toppling Nico head over heels. A lewd slurping noise accompanied the rest of Nico's shaft jamming into Skrien's maw in a single, swift swallow, the umbreon's newfound skills coming to good use. Skrien voiced a burble of protest... or it might have been approval -- it was difficult to say. Chances are, he was rather conflicted on the matter himself.

"Much obliged," Taya grunted, giving Skrien a hearty squeeze in reward, pulling his sheath back to expose the now mostly erect rod. He moaned around Nico's shaft, his hips twitching reflexively as something inside him surged, the abrupt molesting of his neglected manhood spiking his arousal without warning. The tightness between his legs still felt wrong, somehow, yet there was no denying what was coming. Without hesitation, he gave in, sighing blissfully around Nico as ropes of thick cream stained his bellyfur, his member twitching in Taya's unrelenting grip. Nico gasped in turn as Skrien gulped noisily on his own leaking shaft, encouraging the bayleef to sink his chest down to the grass, submitting to his father's ministrations with a wordless, pleased exclamation. 'After all,' he thought, 'Why mess with a good thing? Still, I probably shouldn't try this at home.'

A dark cloud passed across Taya's face as she stared down at Skrien's exposed pride, the unexpected results of her foreplay still bubbling at the tip. She wasn't sure whether to be offended or proud. She settled on a happy medium of, 'aggressive'.

"It's that easy for ya when you have a dick in your mouth, eh? Fine then, you won't object to another round!" Without waiting for a response, Taya positioned herself above Skrien's still pulsing member, lowering her weight slowly until she felt her dripping nethers part around his taper. "Maybe you'll last a bit longer now that it's out of your system," she taunted, before abruptly dropping herself down on him like a sack of angry bricks.

Skrien gasped in a mixture of pleasure and shock as Taya's sopping tunnel engulfed his member, the stimulation sending an electric current up his spine. He wriggled frantically, unable to reconcile this undeniably un-feminine sensation with what his instincts were telling him. It felt... right, yet wrong at the same time. A bit like walking into a room and forgetting why you'd come in there in the first place. Before he could examine the notion further, Taya attempted to shove herself further down onto his abused length, drawing another muffled squeak from the dark type as the over stimulation started to edge the pleasurable feelings more into the realm discomfort.

Taya had no such concerns, revelling in the power trip of subjugating the dominant male to her will. Eager now that her desire was within her grasp, she began to bounce heavily on top of Skrien, doing her best to squeeze his trapped knot into her tunnel. Wincing at the sudden assault on his sensitive regions, Skrien attempted to protest, but was effectively muzzled by a flurry of hunching from Nico, the bayleef's own instincts kicking in as his bliss built towards its peak.

"Give it to me," Taya growled, forgoing her impression of a broken jack-in-the-box in favor of allowing gravity to do the work, her copious fluids drenching Skrien's crotch as she inched lower on the large bulge of flesh. "I know you've got more in you, and I want it! Don't ya dare hold out on me now!"

Pinpricks of light danced behind Skrien's eyes as the mild discomfort became markedly less mild. He would have been more than happy to oblige, if it would free him from that horrible squeezing! The sloppy sounds grew louder as Taya attempted to brute force her way to tying with the squirming male, her lower lips rolling his sheath back around his trapped knot with agonizing slowness. Bolstered by her apparent success, Taya let out a half coo, half war whoop, seizing Skrien's hips and yanking him upwards to meet her. Skrien squeezed his eyes shut against the seemingly catastrophic pressure around his knot. There was a sound like an orange squeezing through a bottleneck, and an incoherent noise from between Nico's legs. Taya sighed in contentment.

"Been waiting all night for this. Was afraid it wouldn't live up to the hype, but I guess you did alright, after all that." She awarded Skrien a condescending pat on the belly, her other claw drifting down to trace her bulging entrance, the feathery touch sending pinpricks of ecstasy to join the torrent already flowing through her. Still probably not as good as letting him have his way with her, but there was a lot to be said for taking control.

'There's definitely going to be some changes around here. Who says the kid and fly-guy can't give me a hand now and then? I certainly do enough for them. Heh, they're gonna be surprised. I can just picture their grateful looks.' In reality, they would be simply flabbergasted, but she wouldn't find that little speedbump out for roughly another twelve hours. Curiously enough, it was around the same amount of time it would take for Derek to decide he'd probably picked the wrong occupation.

Spurred on by the approaching crescendo to the bliss rushing into her system, Taya resumed her motions, no less vigorous now that she and Skrien were quite literally joined at the hips. Skrien only had time for a brief sigh of relief as the flickering stars of pain winked out, to be replaced by a much milder, gently massaging treatment that soothed his overused arousal. He tried to buck his hips, eager to somehow sink further into that heavenly, soaked, velvet tunnel, but before he could, he felt the curious sensation of his rear being slowly raised from the grass.

All thoughts save her own pleasure took a back seat in Taya's mind as she slammed back down, effectively pile driving Skrien in her enthusiasm. The umbreon yelped, attempting to speak around a mouthful of bayleef member, but only managed a few mangled words before the lust driven feraligatr repeated her pummeling trick, her jaw hanging open as she panted and murmured soft, wordless expressions of the ecstasy foaming to a head inside her.

"Ah, look out, dad, I'm almost about to..." Nico trailed off into a moan as Skrien's surprisingly skilled tongue-work took a back seat to the vibrations rippling up his shaft, as the umbreon attempted to speak once more. The familiar tension between his legs gathered as he felt his balls tighten, a rush of heat spreading from his lower body up through his chest, a bit like a warm hug on a cold day. "I can't... ah... If you don't pull off, I'll-"

Another vigorous slam from Taya took the decision out of either of their paws, the motion rippling up through all three bodies, forcing another unclaimed inch into Skrien's gaping maw. Nico tensed, squeezing his eyes shut as he surrendered to the thundering force roiling inside him, the first pent-up spurt jetting forth into Skrien's maw feeling like the breaking of a dam.

Skrien's crimson eyes flew open wide as the first salty geyser gushed down his throat, a noisy gulp announcing to the other two exactly what he'd decided to do with it. With an eagerness that belied the liberties that the overzealous feraligatr was taking with his lower half, he suckled madly on Nico's spasming tool, quickly draining it of every drop of cream the exhausted bayleef had left. Nico sunk lower into the grass, feeling as if he were about to melt into a puddle of exhaustion, jolting slightly as Skrien's rough tongue flickered around his shrinking meat, cleaning any stray dribbles before they were lost.

For his part, Skrien wasn't entirely sure what to think. He felt frazzled, burnt out, and confused, even as Taya did her best to make an umbreon shaped dent in the grass. He felt like he would roll away, his bulging belly swishing and gurgling like an overfilled water-balloon, though not one you'd wish to throw at anyone. After all, umbreons can learn bite, and this one tended to have a rather short temper. His lips parted, allowing Nico to slip free, drawing a wet trail across his cheek as the satisfied bayleef rolled away onto his back. Something buried in Skrien's mind clicked, and had he not been covered in fur, he would have turned pale.

'Oh Arceus, what the... No, who the hell have I been doing? Have I been drinking? Why is my jaw sore? And oh hell, why is she using me like she's angry at the ground and wants to beat it into submission?'

Before he could answer any of his questions, Taya slammed down with an air of finality, forcing a grunt from Skrien. Her back arched as she threw her head back and loosed a fierce growl at the sky, her hips shuddering as her powerful climax drenched Skrien's lower half in a torrent of fresh, feminine nectar. Without warning, the rhythmic contractions caressing his buried shaft set Skrien off in a final, exhausting climax, painting Taya's milking insides with a few weak squirts of seed, ensuring that the umbreon's well-used equipment was good and truly spent.

Huffing and gasping, Taya fell forward, catching herself on her forelimbs as she stared down at her lover with half-lidded eyes, the storm in her gaze calmed now that she'd had her fill for the night. "Wow, and that's when I get ya at the end of the night, sweetie. Imagine what it woulda been like if we'd had the whole time to ourselves!" Skrien winced at the thought, the soreness in his rump testifying to bruises that would stick around for a few days. Darkrai's teeth, did she think he was made out of stone?

"I think, I would rather be-" Skrien paused, catching a distinctive gleam in Taya's eyes that he immediately recognized. His gaze swept downward, assessing in an instant how compromising his current position was, and the proximity of her claws to his unprotected softer bits. Wisely, he reconsidered his choice of words. "Lying on my side right now. Any chance you could arrange that? I feel like I'm about to burst here. What have I been eating?"

Obligingly, Taya shifted, dragging Skrien by their union to cuddle belly to belly, Skrien's wobbling and sloshing as they moved. He winced, each movement feeling like needle pricks all across his hyper-sensitive breeding tool, making it twitch weakly. At this point, he just wanted to be home. He tried to catch Nico's eye, but his son seemed preoccupied with something on the ground, and was pointedly looking anywhere but at him.

"Oh, that," Taya said casually, yawning in his face. "You managed to drink yourself a good bellyful of cum before I got my claws on ya, but no harm done, I suppose." She shot him a sleepy wink. "I still got what I wanted in the end. I've gotta say, you put on quite a show. Knocked fly-guy right out, and did a number on the other three as well. Guess you must have a lot of experience, or else you're just meant for this sort of thing. Happens."

A wave of numbness hit Skrien as her words sank in, the suspicious gurgling noises coming from his belly lending an undeniable veracity to her statement. Belatedly, he took stock. That curious, bitter-salt taste in his mouth? His seemingly over-worked jaw? Arceus, his ass too? If he'd allowed that to happen, in front of everyone here, including Nico... Without his bidding, his ears flattened, his eyes narrowing to slits. If someone had done this to him... there would be a reckoning, and it would not be pretty.

Noticing his sour look, Taya chuckled and pulled him into an embrace, startling a muffled grunt from him as his muzzle was pressed firmly to her belly. "Don't worry about it, hot-shot. I told you I'm not upset about it." She paused, and added belatedly, "Anymore. Besides, being subby now and then isn't anything to be ashamed of." She snickered, patting him on the head in a most undignified manner, and just to add a bit more fuel to the fire, her free claw crept down to fondle his balls possessively. "I guess it was even kinda cute."

"Nico," Skrien said, his voice chilly with barely controlled fury. "We are leaving. Now." With a herculean effort, he shoved away from Taya, gritting his teeth against the discomfort of the increased pressure around his knot.

Nico stiffened, instantly recognizing his father's tone, and flattening himself submissively. "Okay," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. At times like this, less noticable was better.

"Hey, what're ya doing? We're not done cuddling yet!" Taya protested, trying to hold him in place. Skrien growled, bracing against her belly and shoving away. There was a sound much like a 20's vintage champagne cork popping free, and a veritable river of combined fluids spilled from Taya's stretched folds to stain the grass between them. She gave a soft sigh of disappointment, but chose not to pursue him further.

Skrien hissed through his teeth as the cool air met his shrinking shaft, feeling like a rough-skinned hand molesting him. He must have been drinking. It was the only possible explanation. Skrien's baleful gaze seared each of those in the clearing, searching for the culprit.

His glance wavered on Fritz for a moment. Had there been something about... berries? No, that didn't make any sense, and if he wasn't sure, there was no point in accusing anyone. Yet. His gaze started to drift away, but lingered as he caught sight of the arcanine's sheath, the large fire type's legs spread invitingly as he slumbered, one paw thrown over Derek. Skrien's mouth watered. Such an impressive, well-endowed male. What would it be like to-

"Nico!" Skrien barked, whirling away and frantically trying to scrub the imagery from his mind. "Why are you still lying around? We are leaving." Without waiting for an answer, he stalked towards the edge of the clearing, head held high in the very image of offended dignity. Taya started to voice a protest, but seemed to think better of it, waving a claw dismissively. Perhaps she'd also seen the look on Skrien's face, though so far her track record for good judgement was rather lacking. More likely, she simply decided she was too tired to care.

"Coming," Nico said, feeling a bit giddy as the last effects of the berries drained from his system. It was going to be a long, cold walk back home, in more ways than one. Every muscle in his body felt sore, all his instincts crying out for him to curl up and sleep. His leaf drooped. "Bye, I guess," he tossed over his shoulder, trudging after his retreating father. Taya waved half-heartedly, already beginning to slip into slumber, and decidedly raunchy dreams.

Nico walked for several minutes, the clearing receding behind him as he followed his father's trail. 'All in all,' he decided, 'patrol duty wasn't half bad.' He allowed himself a small smile. There was the tiny issue of his father to deal with, of course, but, might as well be optimistic about such things. Even if Skrien decided Nico was partially at fault, his 'punishments' usually turned out to be enjoyable for both of them.

Splashing noises sounded from up ahead, and Nico broke through a stand of bushes to find Skrien hauling himself out of a stream, dripping wet, and with a 'don't speak to me' scowl on his face. A large pool of something thick and white swirled on the surface of the water for a moment, before being swept along with the current. Nico hurriedly wiped any semblance of a grin from his face.

"We will sleep here for the rest of the night," Skrien proclaimed, giving Nico a stern look that brooked no argument. "And in the morning, we'll discuss this as we head home. For now, I need some rest." Pointedly, he turned his back, shaking himself dry before curling up beneath a low-hanging tree branch.

Sighing regretfully, Nico shrugged and found a promising looking spot, nestled in between a pair of roots. In hindsight, perhaps he should have saved some of those berries. They might make his father a bit more agreeable in the morning. On second thought, probably better to have it over and done with. Just before his eyes drifted close, one final thought floated through Nico's mind.

'I'm trying to sleep. Why is this tree talking to me?'

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The next morning found Nico and Skrien having a lively discussion on their way home, the normally quiet umbreon surprisingly chipper, given that his muscles felt like he'd been trampled by a herd of stantler. The two rarely discussed dreams, and though Skrien kept his cards close to his chest about the details, he found it rather remarkable how similar his "horrible nightmare" had been to the "incredibly fun dream" Nico had apparently experienced.

"And then, the strangest part was, err..." Nico halted abruptly in his tale, shooting a glance over at Skrien. His father merely looked at him, instantly loosening the bayleef's tongue once more, though he might have cringed a bit. "And then you started..." Once more, he thought better of his words. "But, you would never do that of course. Sorry, it was silly."

"Damn right I wouldn't!" Skrien growled, giving Nico a quick cuff of rebuke on his rump, making the bayleef jolt. "You should know better than that. You must have been talking in your sleep too! Explains why I barely got any rest. Now, forget all about it, we have other things to discuss." He only waited a fraction of a second, allowing Nico to nod, before steamrolling forward. "About that move of yours..."

It was difficult to say which one of them was more appreciative of the change in topics. But, coincidences did happen from time to time, and Skrien refused to allow, that it could have been anything but a nightmare. That the lingering scent in his fur could be from anything, really, and so what if he felt like he'd just spent a night with Ciel in heat? He'd been with Nico, after all, and his own scent was all over his son. There was no way to tell what had happened, so why question a good thing? Best to assume it was nothing.

Somewhere in the middle of the forest, a small patch of berry bushes dutifully continued growing. Perhaps they recalled the events of the night before, but if so, they were staunchly refusing to speak on them. After all, as Skrien stated, plants do not speak. Instead, they simply waited. They were good at that sort of thing. They waited, and grew fuller and riper, ready for the next unsuspecting pokémon to wander along through their glade.

They didn't have to wait long.