FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

“Ready for round four?" the pip-squeak of a fox purred out, his cum-sogged tail wagging just a slight bit over a similarly soaked rim. Bent over the arm of a couch, that Zorua peered backwards at his trainer, a cocky grin spread upon his lips, slight gehehe in his under-breath chuckle. His own arousal pointed backwards, leaking a steady bit of dick-drool on the couch's arm, marring the fabric with its precum.

“Hffhh, jeeze, what have I done to you?" the trainer said, crinkling his brow and shaking his head. Aside from a simple button-up shirt, he was nude, cock glistening in the living-room's warm lighting. He opened a cardboard box, looking like something purchased from a convenience store, with flashy vibrant writing adorning its surface.

REVITALIZE YOUR POKÉMON'S FIGHTING SPIRIT! ENERGIZE AND AMP YOURSELF UP TO MATCH THEIR PACE!

Already a few packages from the inside were missing—another one taken out by the trainer, tearing the wrapper open and swallowing the Pokéblock in a single gulp. It had a spicy-sweet flavoring, the kind that seemed to remain in his mouth, tingling down the back of his throat after swallowing. Only a moment later, its full effect was felt, as that tingling sensation transformed into a burning desire of lust.

“Haahh… there we go, alllmost ready," Jordan replied, his member stiffening up for the fourth round. “Need another block? We better use these all up before anyone comes home, you know," the male added.

“Gnnhh…! Just fuck me already! Pop one in my mouth and give me a heavy filling!" the Zorua managed to sputter out, squirming upon that couch, his dark-ring twitching and tensing, still slightly gaped from previous rounds of fucking. A sputter of cum leaked down his dark-furred taint, rolling to the side as it came upon that bump of balls.

“You've got a filthy mouth now, Willie—I hope that doesn't stay when these wear off," Jordan said, stepping closer to the edge of the couch, rubbing his cockhead in that slimy, slightly cooled cum slathered across it. As he nudged his pink-tinted glans against the Pokémon's pucker, one hand swung around to the Zorua's lips, feeding the critter that mislabeled aphrodisiac block. A wet tongue met the human's fingers, licking them clean even of the Pokéblock's residue, Willie giving a horny grunt.

“Grrfhh..! Less talking and more smashin' my fuckhole!" the Zorua snarled, wiggling over that couch's arm, struggling just a slight bit before pushing his hind backwards and sinking it down over his trainer's shaft. “Fuuuck!" he howled out, eyes flicking inward, crossing as he squeezed his lids shut over them, wagging his sticky tail against Jordan's groin.

Like the rest of that Zorua's backside, Jordan's member slipped along on a layer of previously deposited semen—this thankfully warmer than the drooled liquid that had leaked out and coated the outer portion of that rim. There was little resistance past that initial ring for the trainer to fight, coming to an easy hilt, the aphrodisiac's effect building up higher and higher in his blood. He took a deep breath in, smelling the mixed scent of sex, seed, and sweat, finding invigoration in that musky odor. Goddamn, he wanted to rail that little fox hard and raw.

Content with his trainer's hilting, Willie merely wiggled his rear upon that lap, grinding in a quick circle, panting with his maw open and tongue lolled out. His cock twitched against the arm-rest, spilling preseed, knot constantly swollen and throbbing. A pair of hands grasped hold of the Zorua's hips, pulling them backwards, sliding the dark-type just a bit further off of the couch.

“Grfh! Oohh… haahhh… fuck me good, J!" the Zorua moaned out, his trainer's cock sliding and nudging up against that Pokémon's prostate. Practically drooling, Willie clenched his passage around Jordan's rod, milking and tensing around the base as the human shifted into a different position.

“Huhh… haaahh… don't you worry about that," Jordan replied, his breathing growing heavier, licking across his lips as he brought that small fox into position. He drew his hips backwards, pulling out until his tip nearly popped free, that entire length of shaft soaked in the juice of a few loads previous. Then, with a sharp groan and press forward, he jammed himself back to the hilt, ruthlessly plowing the small Zorua's rear, nuts squishing against the dark-type's damp pouch.

“Guhhh! Aaahhh—aaaa!" cried out that fox, tails jolting, haunches tensing and feet kicking as he was fucked silly by his trainer. His mouth hung wide open, eyes rolling up and backwards, drool leaking from his lips. His dick twitched a few times, throbbing with heat before it released its liquid load to the floor, shooting out in hot, creamy-sticky jets. “Nut in me! Blow in my ass, fill me up!" he howled out in euphoria, the Pokémon's passageway orgasmically clenching around that railing dick, milking every inch of the shaft as it plowed inside.

Jordan smacked his hips up against the Pokémon's wet rear a few more times, biting his lower lip to stifle a humanoid howl of his own. He could feel every grip and tense of muscle from his partner Pokémon's squirms, the little fox's tight tush sloppily squeezing down and gripping that member hard in eager attempts to push him over the edge.

“C-cumming!" he finally shouted out, throwing his head backwards as he plunged to the hilt for the fourth time that afternoon, groaning hard and wildly as his nuts emptied themselves yet again in that seemingly endless coitus he was spending with his Pokémon. Thick splurts of cum jerked themselves deep into the Zorua's tunnel, filling the lustful dark-type with a new bit of seed to inevitably be leaked out or displaced.

As those last twitches of orgasm pulsed through Jordan's body, he pulled free of that snug, loosened hole, spraying the last shots against that well fucked rim, breathing hard and heavily. His head throbbed, lips feeling parched and dry, each breath difficult to take. His Pokémon was a mess, his couch was a mess, his floor was a mess. Everything was sticky—from the strand of cum connecting his cock to Willie's rear, to the webbing of jism that matted down that dark-grey fur of the Pokémon's tail and Jordan's lap. Just as his heart began to settle, he heard the words that sent a prickle up his spine.

“Ready for round five? Gehehee!"