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Micheal hadn't always been the best husband in the world. Back in his earlier years of marriage, he had struggled to be faithful. It wasn't particularly that he wasn't interested in his wife, or that he wanted other women under the covers. On the contrary, he loved his wife and their love will still just as passionate and pleasurable as the first night he took her into his arms and made a proper woman out of her. No, his wayward libido wasn't the issue at hand, it was just that he was weak minded and gave into temptation. Being one of the few married men among his circle of friends, and the only one who still regularly went out to bars with them, he couldn't help but stare longer than necessary at the achingly hard nipples of some women he turned down. His gaze lingered too long over their curves, and the soft curves that weren't hid under bras, just for the occasion. He didn't make it a habit to limit his drinking, and in such states of euphoric highs, he had taken many women despite his wedding vows.

More than once he'd pressed a nurse to the wall of a dirty Pokecenter bathroom, filling her aching lust as he slammed into her tight cunt. On a few occasions he'd grabbed a girl on spring break who approached him, bending her over the seats of his car, fucking her with his tongue until she shook in his arms and came into his mouth with ferocious, intoxicated abandon.

Every few nights, as he'd taken another girl, grabbing her hair, pulling her dripping labia and spreading it to slam up into her, he'd wondered why. He never pictured his wife on him, not even once. He loved her more than anything, he'd often tell himself, as he grabbed the bouncing breasts - smaller than his wife's - in his hand and tweaked her soft nipples. He didn't want to be unfaithful to her, he'd remind himself as he sweated over the second orgasm the woman below him had gotten, panting and dripping from the hard shaft humping balls deep into her. He wanted her, and only her he'd whisper to himself as he ignored the women's pants that they wanted a condom, instead pulling out and letting his load free onto their slickly curved hips.

Micheal hadn't wanted to admit he had a problem.

His wife had filed for divorce a mere two years back, and Micheal had begged her to stay. With constant pleas and promises, she had reconsidered as long as they took marriage counseling and Micheal saw a therapist about his problems. Every time he had strayed, every morning he sat alone in his car or in another strange bed, musky with perfume and fornication, pokeballs strewn across the floors, he had regretted it. The therapist told him maybe it was from him retiring as a trainer, and that the sudden adventure and thrill of challenge being lost could help attribute to his inability to turn down various sexual affairs. Micheal always told the therapist that he had grown out of it, and his pokemon remained happy in Professor Birch's capable hands. His pet growlithe was the only pokemon he really cared for, and that was because his wife had wanted to feel better when he wasn't around at night.

Despite the problems of his past, Micheal had begun to take a turn for the better in the two years since his wife had given him a wakeup call and demand he seek help. In the first months, he had lost his will many times and gone to bars or game corners to find women. A few times he'd slept with them. However, as the months passed, he found it less tempting when a woman would twirl her locks of hair at him. It had been a year since he had slept with another woman, and he felt worlds better. He finally felt he could be the husband his wife deserved.

However, he still went to the bars with his friends every month to the chagrin of his wife, and drank. He told her it was bonding time for him and his old pals, so she'd grudgingly accepted it after many arguments and promises. Until that night, Michael had kept all of them. Until he met...her.

It was another night at the bar, the smell of alcohol thick in the air, the foam of his beer sharp on his tongue, the warm burn in his throat and stomach as he only half listened to his coworkers and friends. "Micheal, you listening?"

With a groggy start, he looked to one of his friends, Jacob, who had a glass of whiskey in his hand. "Sorry, I just was thinking about my wife."

"Fuck, Micheal, aren't you here to get away from her? I swear, she has you on a leash. She makes you come home every night, limit yourself to two beers even when your house is in biking distance, and barely ever lets you fuck around at the bar with us." The man scowled, setting his drink down before taking a swig of it. Micheal didn't protest, merely waited for Jacob to resume talking now that he had his attention. "I said I found this girl last night, and she was freaky as hell."

"Freaky how? She was one of the ones that actually wanted to suck your tiny dick?" One of the men said, bringing a roaring laugh from the rest of the men there.

"Hey fuck you, Mark." Jacob sneered, "At least I can actually pick up women. You're such a fat faggot, no woman ever wants to take you home unless it's to see you fuck her cousin so she can watch."

Micheal laughed with the rest of them, taking another gulp of the dark beer in his glass, foam swirling around the frosty sides. As Mark argued that it had been once and the woman wanted a threeway, Jacob continued his story, louder than was necessary to overshadow his friend, "No, I got this nice chick, her tits weren't so great but he had a nice ass. So I told myself, I would convince this woman to let me give it to her, y'know? Well, we get to her house and she brings out this persian, you know the big white ones - yeah, okay fuck you Steve, they're vanilla or cream or whatever, who gives a shit ? the cat, with the red gem on their forhead, prissy as balls. So this slut lays down and can you believe it, stripping of her panties, throwing them aside, and begins to let the big shit start licking her pussy. She was getting into it, shoving her fingers into herself, watching me and asking me if it turned me on."

"Did it?" Another man began, although about ten other voices echoed the sentiments in different words, some men saying that they would have just fucked the persian, or they were glad something the woman wanted to eat actually liked seafood, causing another wave of laughter. Jacob swallowed the rest of his whiskey, sliding it onto the table, signaling the waitress for another.

"Hell no, I don't need any pokefuckers with me. God knows they probably have that feline AIDS or whatever the shit it is. I don't need any animal involved into it, I'm the only animal any woman should be wanting in bed, shit."

Another man grunted, "Dude, you can't say you never watched it."

Jacob looked disgusted, "Listen, Derrick, I like some pretty messed up shit, but at least my shit stays in the right species. I'll fuck an asshole, or tie a bitch up and let her scream as I pull her hair, but I ain't ever sticking my dick in some animal."

"Yeah, you'd just let it stick its dick in you," Michael sneered around his beer, men howling around him.

"It's not like ya even gotta rub one out to it," Steve said, "I mean come on. I don't want to do a pokemon as much as the next dude, but ya gotta say some of the stuff on some of the websites is pretty hot. Seeing a houndoom or pikachu make a woman scream, her taking the whole thing, sometimes even that fat bulge, man. I love hearing women scream."

"The only cock I ever want to see in a woman is mine," growled Jacob, grabbing his balls to accent his point. "I got no need to see some slave do it better."

Micheal thought to himself for a bit as the men grumbled about it to each other, beginning to talk about the other weird fetishes women had asked of them. Steve talked about one woman who wanted him to spank her and call him daddy, will a few of the others accounted women who'd been into other women, and the rest piddled out away from pokemon. "Well what if the pokemon looked like a person, or talked? Like, that mewtwo thing they said the scientists made. Or those other telepathic pokemon where people can supposedly talk to em?"

"You still on that shit, Micheal?" One of the guys laughed, "Man if you like them freaky, that's your deal. A pokemon is a pokemon, whether it has wings, walks on two legs, or dresses like yer wife for you." Michael smirked, grabbing his second beer.

"Man, I have no need for pokemon on me, I got a wife who'll actually give me head. I don't have to go looking after tail like you guys do."

"Whatever Micheal, you bought her that growlithe, I bet ya'll fuck together." Micheal rolled his eyes and sat to listen to the men as they went back to talking about lesbians, and then about their shitty bosses at work, or which football teams they thought would make it to the semifinals. Michael was about to chime in about the team he'd had his eye on until a woman sat down beside him. He didn't even have to stare at her chest to feel a shiver of weakness trickle through him. Her eyes were dark brown, almost auburn, hidden under her ringlets of black hair.

"Girl, what are you doing here? Haven't you got any friends? You're going into a pack of wild dogs here. I can tell ya none of these guys ever will treat ya right." Some of Micheal's friends who heard told him to fuck himself and that married men never had sex anyway so how would he know.

The woman smiled at him, brushing her hands onto his, her dark skin in stark contrast to his pale, cold hands. "And you would?" she grinned sharply, flicking her hair to reveal a deep crimson stripe along the side of her bangs.

"Sorry," he smiled, sliding his hand out from under hers and trying to ignore her rack and focus on her eyes, though it honestly didn't help, "I'm married."

"Honey, I can't tell you how many married men try to pick me up." She picked up her mug of beer and took a large gulp of it. "Terrible of them, since their hearts already belong to someone. They always say their heart isn't their dick, though. Hmm?"

"I can't fault them too much," Micheal sighed, reaching for his beer but noticing it was empty. It was his second, he thought sadly to himself, so it was his last. He's promised. "I wasn't always too far off base from them."

"Oh? I haven't seen you around here before, you can't be too bad staying with her. And here, let me get you another beer," she had seen him reach for his, he'd thought.

He smiled at that. He had been doing better, his wife would be proud of him. But for some reason, it didn't reassure him, as he began to protest the beer. He wanted to say he'd had enough, but for some reason he could barely bring himself to say anything. His wife kept tabs on how much he'd spent back when he began. She hadn't anymore, she trusted him. "I think that's enough for me tonight."

"Waitress, another beer! Nonsense," she addressed him, "You deserve it for being here tonight. Your wife would understand, right? You haven't looked at any women this entire night, champ, and that's not easy."

Not until now, he thought, trying to keep himself from imagining her ringlets of dark hair disheveled on a pillow. "I guess so. One more beer won't hurt me." He'd been doing everything else she'd wanted of him, and he was already cutting down on bars for her.

"See, there we go. It's on me, even though I know that's very unladylike. I have a thing for strong men with morals. They're the ones that are the best in bed, they say. That's why I got this red stripe," she giggled, leaning forward to him, whispering softly, "to try and convince men that I am, too."

Micheal laughed, pulling his gaze away from her enticing smile to his new beer. "Has it worked, yet?"

She pouted, smoothing her red dress at her waist. Micheal stared a bit too long at her hips, licking his lips. He told himself it was because they were dry. "I've had a few men approach me, but none I'd touch. I have standards, and not many men here meet them," shrugging her shoulders, she took her mug again as Micheal did. "So how about you? Oh, don't give me that look. I mean, what's your type of woman. Your wife a good woman, I'm asking. She has to be very trusting to let you come here."

Micheal smiled, "she's beautiful and smart. I should be getting home to her in a few hours. I promised I'd be there at nights now."

"She scared of the dark?" the woman feigned surprise, "Women shouldn't be afraid of the dark. There's nothing scary about it as long as you're careful. And as long as you've given her a lock with a door, she should be good."

"I got her a growlithe to help her feel better. But she feels better when I'm home. Not just from being scared, though." Micheal drank more of his beer, delighting in the bubbly feeling it gave him. It'd been too long since he'd felt this good from drinking. He missed it dearly, and couldn't imagine why he'd never just drank one more before. He was in control, he was fine.

"Do you know anything about pokemon, then?" she said, tracing her fingers on the counter, watching him intently.

"A little. I used to be a trainer, back before I was married. I gave that up, though."

"Because of your wife?"

"No. Well, no, she didn't make me. I wanted to be home more for her, you know? I thought that maybe if I didn't adventure as much anymore, we could settle down and get married and have a family together."

"You can still have pokemon as an adult," she scoffed. Micheal hadn't realized the waitress had dropped off another beer, and began drinking it. "You want to see mine?"

"You have them with you?" He hadn't realized he still cared about them. He'd told his therapist no more pokemon, but he began to feel okay with the idea of just seeing and being around them. Being around his wife's growlithe had reminded him they didn't all need to fight or cause him to venture off.

"No, at my house. It's a block or three away, I don't like to bring them to the bar. Last thing I need is a trainer coming in here and wanting to battle me. I don't think I could fight well with alcohol in my system."

Micheal didn't like the idea, but it was dark outside, and he decided that walking her home would be best, especially noticing the looks on some of his friends' faces. He didn't expect any foul play if she was unwilling, but for some reason he didn't like the thought of her with any of them. She was too beautiful and intelligent to be taking it from any of them. "Sure, but just for a bit, I need to be home in a few hours."

"It won't take all that long, I promise."

Micheal nodded and grabbed his jacket, biding his friends a goodnight. They arched their eyebrows at him, a few gave him a thumbsup, and he rolled his eyes. "I'm walking her home, you guys would do the same." A few gave him grins that told him that's not all they would do.

The woman wove her arm under his, causing Micheal to stiffen. "Sorry, habit." With the apology, she pressed closer to him. "I can just - "

"No, it's fine, I'll escort you, ma'am. No damsel should be alone this night when it looks like it's about to rain."

"Oh, are we supposed to be afraid of the rain now?" she teased, taking a bit of the lead, guiding him to her house. It was a little father than a block, he'd though, but said nothing. The feel of her against him was nice. She felt warm, and her shoulder brushing against him felt so comforting. As they entered her house, she showed him through the door, and he tripped over something unseen. He fell, accidentally pulling the woman with him. She gasped, clinging to him.

Micheal had never been clumsy, so the fall took him by surprise as the woman landed on top of him, one of her breasts had fallen out of red dress. Unconsciously, he ran his fingers across it. He heard her gasp softly, trying to get up but fumbling and grinding into his waist instead. Micheal pulled her waist closer, fondling the breast, tracing his thumb over the cream colored nipple. It had been a long time since he'd seen a different one than his wife's. The sight and feel excited him. More than it should, he told himself. Trying to control himself, he pulled the dress over him as she tried to pull herself up.

"I'm so sorry," she breathed, he thigh brushing into groin, the pressure making him groan. "I didn't hurt you did I?"

Micheal went to mumble he was fine and then saw her dress had bunched up around her waist, exposing her black panties. His eyes widened and he stared at them. He noticed they were wet and suddenly realized what he was doing. Pushing himself to his feet, he frowned. "I have to go, my wife is waiting for me." He had trouble making himself say it, fumbling for the door. He felt dizzy, he tried to recall how many beers he'd drank while they'd talked. He felt the sinking feeling of lust in him, of wanting this more than he should. The familiar feelings he'd had before he had begun avoiding bars and alcohol.

"What?" the woman looked hurt, covering her breast. "You're the kind of man who cops a feel and then runs away? How noble is that? Saying you have a wife, then getting me worked up."

"Look, I'm sorry I have to go."

He grabbed the handle and couldn't seem to open it. Was it his subconscious? No, he jiggled it but it seemed stuck, that was strange but her words kept him occupied. "Am I not good enough? Am I not attractive?"

"What?" He turned to her, she was right up against him, tracing her finger down his chest. "No, I...my wife."

"She won't know," the woman breathed, grabbing his waist. "Please, we don't even have to go all the way. I just want your hands on me," he didn't fight her as she lifted her dress, guiding his fingers to her thighs, down to her silken undergarments. His breath quickened and he couldn't help but trace down, wiggling a finger under the fabric, stroking her slit. He felt something soft...hair? The thought of her not having shaved made him feel better, more unplanned. He told himself that made it better as she gasped and pushed into his waist. He could feel his erection pressing into her stomach. He wondered how long he'd been hard. He looked down at her soft hair, inhaling her scent and pressing his forehead into the red stripe in her curls.

She panted and gasped in his arms as he slipped his finger into her. She felt tight and swollen, the inner lips squeezing his finger, already moist and slick. The image excited him as he pushed deeper into her, invading her with another finger, tracing her slit with the thumb, peeling back the hood near the top and brushing into her clit. He heard her gasp, and he circled it, tracing down into her slit and back up, slicking her entire labia with her fluids. "I can't do this," he breathed, feeling her hands snake down his pants. When had he taken off his belt, he didn't remember her unbuckling it. "I have a wife, I promised her I'd never sleep with another woman."

"I'm not a woman," the lady before him breathed, and his eyes widened. He felt fur on his shaft, something warm and spongy pressing into his balls and tracing around his waist. He tried to pull away, the beautiful face of the woman seemed darker. He hadn't noticed she had been so dark. He tried to form words but his mouth feel agape as the dark skin seemed to shimmer, becoming strands of fur. He tore his eyes away, to see that the hand on his throbbing cock was a paw, tracing its red nails across his head and making him moan. Her beautiful locks remained, although they began to turn red, and only tiny swirls of black remained. His mind couldn't comprehend what was happening as the furry woman grew shorter, dress disappearing to gray and black fur that swept around her waist, to her feet and toenails - now the size of the claws on her hands. His gaze lingered onto his fingers, deep in her slit, the fur around it matted with her fluids.

"What's wrong sweetheart?" He heard her voice, smooth and silky, still the same. He couldn't even summon his panic through the arousal of his foggy mind. "I thought you said it was different if she looked human, if we could talk." She bucked her hips into his hands.

"You are...you're..." Micheal couldn't summon the words, feeling a second paw join the first on his shaft. He pressed into them. They felt so good, so soft and strong. Better than anything he'd felt, even a mouth.

"A zoroark, yes," the wolven muzzle purred, dragging her pads slowly along his erection, sliding over his head slowly, circling the pre around his tip. Micheal shivered, pressing into his pokemon lovers' paw despite his confusion and apprehension. "And I want you to fuck me."

The forwardness aroused Micheal in a way he couldn't place, her heavy breathing against his ear making him ignore his previous thoughts. He wasn't technically cheating, right? He told himself it wasn't, because it had to be another woman. He was being faithful to his wife, he was keeping his promise, wasn't he? He told himself, desperately, that it was true as the tight passage suckled his fingers, pumping harder into the wet slit. He could feel how swollen she was as he brushed his thumb away from the folds of her clit's hood. She wanted it, even her body was begging him to take her. Her panting, even foreign and inhuman, turned him on. He'd never been more turned on, even in the times his wife had worn lingerie for him or cried out for him during their passionate lovemaking.

"I want to fuck you, too," he panted, withdrawing his fingers from her, grabbing her waist and pulling it to his. Her waist was so small, and she seemed to fit perfectly in his hands, her fur parting as she panted with a surprised gasp against him. Micheal felt her pull his belt down. Immediately, he pressed his hard shaft against her nethers, already bucking into her swollen labia. She was so warm and hot, he didn't want to try and guide himself into her, instead letting her wrap her legs around him, hooking behind his thighs. He shoved her against the wall, feeling her lick and bite his neck. He continued to thrust, feeling her body shake as he pushed her tighter into the wall.

"Oh God you like that don't you?" The zoroark moaned, "you like putting women in their place don't you? You love taking control." Micheal could only grunt a response, gripping her furry ass in his hands, tight enough to where his wife would cry out and tell him to be gentle. He didn't want to be gentle, he liked the feel of the desperate body against his, the resistance, the hot passion. He felt the pads grab him roughly, pushing him down lower, "Well there you are, baby. You better make me scream."

Micheal slammed into the wet slit, stretching it fully, burying himself as deep as he could in the first thrust. The cry in his ears made him grin, his thrusts deep and strong right off the bat. Her breasts, covered in fur but still very much large with perky nipples, pressed into his chest, bouncing in time with his pushes. Her entire body gripped him, pulling him tighter as he pushed deeper.

With each thrust he felt the walls tighten around him, begging him to go faster. The walls were already moist and seemed to shiver around him as zoroark's body shivered against him, trying to pull him tighter into her.

It felt so good, it felt so wrong, it felt so right.

The plush fur against him tickled and enticed him, the wet cunt and the delicious slapping as he buried himself into another foreign woman made him growl deeply. Pushing harder and harder, he picked up speed, nearly slamming himself as fast and hard as he could into her. "Fill me up, stud, fuck me until I can't walk straight anymore, baby," his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her rear as he began pulling her into his merciless motions. She cried out, claws dragging along his back. It stung, he knew it was drawing blood. He loved it. "Oh Arceus," she cried as Micheal pulled her free from the wall, spinning around and desperately searching for something to lay her on.

A thick need had been clawing at him, he needed to cum in her and he needed to get her to scream. It wasn't enough to make her moan, the pleasure of his throbbing shaft, pressing in and out and spreading her dripping folds demanded more. He needed more leverage, more room to take her and blow himself inside her.

Stumbling over to the bed, he threw her down and immediately pounced on her, his erect shaft slipping free for a moment. For a fraction of a second, they both groaned, frantically reaching down to push the cock back into the needy female. However, Micheal's wet head found its mark and slipped right back in. "Oh God," he breathed, sliding into her all at once, "you feel so amazing."

Spreading her legs for him, trying to angle herself better, zoroark gave a toothy smile to him, egging him on and pressing her dripping slit up to him. Micheal wasted no time beginning to fuck her again, hard and fast, grinding at her when he could. Each time he pressed into her, grinding his pelvis into hers, she bucked at him, panting and groaning. Human hands gripped shaking thighs, a furry waist, long strands of silky hair, supple breasts bounding with the hard pounding; trying to find somewhere to grab hold while their owner began to slow his pace with hard, almost painful pushes. The pokemon below him moaned, grabbing his shoulders.

As Micheal panted, hovering over the mockery of a human slut wanting her fill, he felt the claws dig into his back. Pain bristled through his spine and his breath escaped him. He gaped, wide eyed at the malicious smile of his partner in crime. "What's wrong?" she taunted, "Can't the strong man take a little pain?" Her claws dragged along him and he could feel the wet droplets of blood bead as her claws tore his skin. The stinging made him strain for his breath...

It turned him on.

He liked being in control, but the feel of his body shaking, uneven as he heard the lewd smacking between them, the frantic pleasure of both their bodies arching together made him shiver with lust.

Slowly, she ran her claws along the wounds, repeating the torturously slow dragging through the cuts, moaning and grinding up into him, her breasts heaving with her ragged breaths. Leaning down, Micheal gripped one in his teeth and bit down sharply. The female below him snarled sharply, her entire body beginning to buck up at him, hind legs gripping his waist and trying to shove him deeper. At the sudden push, Micheal nearly came. "Oh, you fucking like that?" He grinned, pulling away and watching the grimace on her face, "What else do you like, baby?"

"I'd like you to fill me like a back alley whore, like all those women you pound in the night when your wife didn't watch." The pokemon grinned, wickedly watching Micheal falter and fumble around the nipple instead of grabbing onto it.

"How do you...?"

"Micheal, how did you think so many women always were coming to you...?" She took advantage of his shock, flipping him over and presenting her dripping slit to his face, grabbing his hair roughly. He could feel the warm blood drip down his face as she pulled at him, shoving his nose into her clit. "Always begging for sex, never caring you were married or that you just wanted a fuck buddy?"

She ground her hips into his face, the folds slipping to either side of his nose, and clit resting on the bridge of it. She ground harder, and Micheal felt the wet fluids on his nostril and lips. "And you fucking loved it. Every moment of it, like a bastard. An unfaithful husband, banging every woman who wanted him. Never once thinking of his wife."

Micheal wanted to push her away, the warm fur pressed to his cheeks, the moist cunt like a flower before him and the clit free from its hooded haven. He wanted to shove her away and tell her she was wrong, to feel disgusted, to feel used and taken advantage of.

He didn't.

"Just tell her you like fucking animals. That should work, huh? I can talk, Micheal. I can talk just as well as any whore you thought I was. L...like a dirty little slut who wanted you to b...bang her little brains out...l hahh..." It took him a second to realize she was gasping. His mind felt numb and he realized he was eating her out. His tongue was thrusting up along her hood, dancing under it and along it to reach her erect clit. She began to snarl moans, shoving his head harder into her thighs, fucking his face with sweet abandon as he traced her inner lips, shoving his tongue into her folds. He frenched her nethers, feeling the sweet feminine juices drip from his lips and down his chin, onto his chest. "You've never been in control, sweetheart," her snarling was obscured, he barely heard her over the wet lips slapping against his face. He didn't even care. He felt harder than he'd ever been, at the mercy of the black pokemon grinding into his face, riding his mouth. "It's always been me, forcing you...whispering you sweet nothings in your dreams, in your mind. And you never fought me...not once. Because you love it, you love fucking me as much as I love you shoving every inch into me, oh yes."

He could no longer close his mouth, swiveling his head for her, trying to get every inch of her delicious mound. The walls began to squeeze around his tongue and he felt her body bear down on him. He choked beneath her slit, feeling the pressure around his tongue and nose grow, his neck aching from her shoving his head into her crotch's opposing force. Strands of fluid fell from between them until the pokemon's body shook, her orgasm hitting her and filling Micheal's mouth.

Before he could enjoy the taste of eating her out fully, she shoved his face back, running her hands up along her breasts before him. "You still want me, don't you?" She breathed, sliding her claws along her curves and parting her fur. He had never seen such an exotic creature. He couldn't tear his eyes off of her gorgeous form; it was everything he wanted even with the blood staining it. His blood.

"Oh God, more than anything." He heard himself say, hands trying to grab her waist.

"Ah ah ah..." Her claws shoved his chest back and traced down his chest. Micheal winced as he watched the read claws drag between his pecs and down his abs. He felt the stinging and the rise in his skin, but she didn't draw blood this time. "Show me how much you want me. How much more you want me that your wife."

Micheal pushed his waist up into her rear, feeling her arch and murmur in response. "Oh yess...." she cooed, pushing her rear back into his waist, the tip pressing into her rear. Micheal was surprised he didn't feel a tail and almost found himself disappointed she wasn't quite as exotic

With a firm push, he felt his head slip in her ass. He had been there so many times before...but this time was different. He could feel himself throbbing already as just the head began to push in. As he prepared to have his way with her, she pushed her body up with her legs, the tip slipping out. Micheal grunted, trying to pull her back down onto his erection. "You have to work more at it than that, bitch," Her dark eyes surveyed his panting, teeth gritting with the lost contact of her tight pucker. The zoroark pressed her pawpads into his chest firmly, digging her nails into him. With a sharp inhale, Micheal tried to press up against the claws, feeling them dig in as he tried to find his way back into her.

He wanted to be in her.

He needed to be in her.

Visualizing those warm walls, firmer and sturdier than her dripping slit, he fought against the daggers cutting into his chest. The aching sting grew into sharp pain, but he ignored it,his entire body shaking with arousal and lust. He fought against her grip, bucking up and feeling his shaft bump up against her rear again. The claws on his chest faltered, and Micheal knew she wanted this just as bad.

She fucking loved how wrong this was.

He loved it, too.

Taking his chance, Micheal managed to grab her waist, slamming up into her. "Oh fuck yes," the zoroark panted, the entire shaft parting her anal walls, already slick with the fluids from their earlier affair. Thinking he'd finally won, Micheal pressed his hips up as he pulled the furry waist down onto him. Each stroke inside her ass felt amazing and he couldn't help but begin to gasp as well. As he pressed, the furry female pressed back down at him, her wet slit hitting his lower abs with each encouraging push.

Claws pushing down into Micheal's chest, the zoroark moaned, the arch of the large shaft inside her hitting all the right spots. The pokemon had never known that something in her other entrance could feel so good before she'd met Micheal. She hadn't known sex could be this enjoyable and intoxicating as with this human.

Every time she felt the head slide deeper, slamming into her she began to whine. Removing a claw from him, she carefully traced her clit, pressing back the hood and rubbing the moist button firmly. "Give it to me, Micheal. Show me you want me more than your shitty wife."

The sight of her, pressing down on him just as hard and allowing his cock to slam tighter into those squeezing walls and teasing herself made him weak. He kept hammering up at her, feeling her grind and whimper. He saw her slip two digits very carefully into her dripping pussy, the claws retracting as much as they could as the zoroark tried to time her frantic fingerfucking with the pace of the cock inside her.

The human couldn't hold it any longer, his hands struggling to force her down onto him. The zoroark was having none of it, snarling and digging her claws into him. The intense feeling of blood being drawn, skin being broken faltered his orgasm but didn't dissuade his pleasure. He continued to slip in and out, sliding from the tip of his dripping head to his balls. How many times had he been balls deep in her before? How many times had he felt her body cum around him? How many times had he filled her with his seed?

The thought was too much for both of them, zoroark's paws faltering, her digits spasming as her walls clamped down around her paws and sharp claws. The feel of the tips digging into her walls made her moan sharply as Micheal once again grabbed her waist. This time, he was successful in slamming her down and beginning to fuck her with as much force as he could muster. He needed this release.

His insides grew tight, balls feeling heavy, body frantic as he watched the black pokemon above him. Her mouth was open in a silent cry, showing all her sharp teeth, breasts heaving and body involuntarily shoving into him as the shaft deep inside her ass finally released, filling her with Micheal's cum yet again.

The release was bliss...

Micheal gasped, pressing with each throb and feeling the sweet grasp of his climax, and hers, over his body. He hadn't realized how exhausted he was until he noticed his shaking hands. Without his libido and lust to drive him, he collapsed onto the bed, his shaft slipping out and the viscous white fluids dripping out onto his crotch and recessing erection. The zoroark panted, falling to his waist, no longer able to crouch over him. "Wasn't that even better then when I was a bunch of little girly sluts for her,"

"Oh God yes," Micheal panted, hands shakily stroking the soft fur along her waist, pulling her tighter to him. "I've missed this, oh fuck. I want this again, more than anything."

"More than anything?" For the first time, Micheal thought of his wife again. He thought of her warm smile, all the sacrifices he made for her- for them. She had always loved him and he her, always struggled to do the right thing. He had tried, too. He had struggled for years...to end his affairs. His one constant affair. His mind raced with the thoughts, feeling the soft, dripping paw trace his cheeks. "Leave her."

Micheal looked up at her, shaking in his post coital bliss.

"You've left her for me hundreds of times...even if you never fully carried it out. Marriage is about being faithful, about keeping your vows and remaining strong with the other person, isn't it? How many times have you laid me, slept with me and not gone home even, after each time you cheated. You haven't been any of those things, even if you kept fighting only after your wife had enough, hm? Leave her. Stay with me, I can be all those things and more, you know that. You can have pokemon, too. More than just me." He felt her press into his waist, grinding against his flaccid shaft smothered in cum and her juices. Micheal shuddered, gently wrapping around her waist, pulling her away from his shaft firmly with a serious look in his eyes. The zoroark watched him with wide eyes, pushing her off of him.

Her claws gripped the sheets as she landed beside him, a snarl coming to her before Micheal rolled on top of her, tracing up her jaw as he leaned down, his lips against hers. "For you, anything."