FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

A plume of dust followed the van as it careened down the gravel road. Enclosed on all sides by trees, the road’s seldom use was reflected in the vegetation that had begun to crop up near the edges.

The van was old, a large vehicle with a gaudy paint job slapped over a rusting exterior. The paint was a slapdash of purple and yellow swirling together in an attempt at a composed pattern. In the center was the faded initials ‘GC’, clearly colored on using cheap, aerosol spray paint.

Loud, electronic music blared from the rolled down windows, rhythmic and smooth with a steady base. It was all computer-generated sounds, techno beats that seemed out of place on this lonely road.

With his head nearly poking out the window, Donovan was treated to the sights of the great expanse of wilderness they were passing. He sat in the front passenger seat; a seat belt was haphazardly looped on him, keeping him from losing his balance whenever the van hit a bump. The luxio wore a large grin, his star-topped tail swishing around and nearly smacking the driver in the face.

“Okay, but seriously. Why can’t we go camping all the time?” The luxio was large for his breed, his blue fur reflecting a sheen from how immaculately it was kept. Instead of most of his species, the tuft of hair on his forehead was shaved back and presented in a mess of spikes. He always bothered his trainer to help him keep them dyed their bright, gold color.

His trainer’s face curled up at the suggestion. He raised an arm that was hanging out the window and gestured broadly to the waves of green they passed. “Are you serious?” he looked at him and smirked, “no mini fridge, no plush towels, no hot receptionists…why would we want to?”

The human was skinny and shorter than he appeared when he was behind a sound booth. When they were on the raised stage playing their music, he seemed much more imposing. His skin was almost glaring white from how much time they spent indoors, their habits of sleeping through the day not lending much to his ability to tan. The man was neither muscled nor intimidating outside of the dark rooms they played in.

Like his pokemon, his hair was a mess of spikes, kept in place by the generous hairspray he used. The scent of it was cloying, reminding Donovan of an overly pungent sweet scent attack. Unlike Donovan’s golden hair, Troy’s was decorated with purple accents. He had a way of raising his voice that always made Donovan think of a poochyena trying to sound tougher than they really were.

The feline’s hackles rose at the mention of this, leading him to roll his eyes and scoff. “You’re such a whiner.” He spits this out quickly and shot his trainer a big grin seconds later. “You’re so lame, Troy.”

Even as he said this, Donovan spared a glance at the back of the van. If it were empty, it would have been more than large enough to accommodate the two of them had they chosen to sleep in it. Right now, there was a stack of equipment that occupied most of the space.

To anyone else, it might have looked like all this gear had been thrown in there haphazardly. A few speakers were propped against the side, an analog synthesizer resting on the top. Bundles of wires – some fraying from use – hung from hooks drilled into the wall. Most of their more expensive gear rested in a beat-up, dented cases that had adjusted during their ride down the dirt road. The scent of burnt plastic hung heavy over most of it, the reason why they always rode with the windows down.

Troy snorted at his insult. “You just keep roasting the gear and we’ll never be able to afford a hotel again.” He looked at him out of the corner of his eye when he mentioned this, the mirthful smirk on his face belittling his attempt to sound angry. He was referring to a soundboard that was tucked in the very back, the faceplate scorched from a high voltage blast.

The two of them had been traveling for almost two years now. Donovan knew they were considered popular in the niche groups the hired them to play raves in abandoned buildings or downtrodden nightclubs. This business didn’t make a lot of money, however, especially when he went overboard with how much electricity he pumped into the gear.

“They went nuts when that thing exploded.” He snapped back at the human, his ears twitching in indignation. Troy tried to act like he wasn’t proud of their performance a few nights ago. The faint grin on his face always gave away his true feelings on the matter.

The luxio wasn’t much of a fighter, but he had other talents. He had found a way to manipulate his electrical waves in a way that resonated with their sound equipment. It helped that they played a mix of synth and electronic rock; while Troy’s fingers danced along his synthesizer, Donovan was adding the heart to the music that made them stand out. He had been trying to force a high-pitched note using a new method and it had resulted in the burnt-out hunk of plastic whose odor taunted them from the back of the van.

They made just enough money from their shows to afford the hotel rooms they were able to crash in. That he had broken the soundboard meant they were stuck on the road for a while. The luxio wasn’t averse to it; he had wanted to try camping ever since they first struck out.

“Yeah, well, they’re not the ones that have to buy a new one.” Troy reached over and pressed his hand against the feline’s side, giving him a gentle, good-natured shove. Immediately after, he would yelp as Donovan clamped his jaws around his hand just enough to get his trainer back for this offense. “I’m just saying! A new soundboard, new speakers, new everything.” He shook his hand a bit when he finally managed to get it back from the smirking feline.

Up ahead they could see the wooden structure that graced the rest stop they had heard about. It was just as unkempt as the road they traveled on, the wooden structure already overgrown with kudzu and other creeping plants. A few picnic tables – some broken, laying at odd angles like discarded marionettes – sat under the dilapidated pavilion.

The van skidded to a stop on the gravel, the brakes groaning in protest before the vehicle snapped to a standstill. Donovan managed to extricate himself from the constricting seatbelt and jumped from the open window. The feeling of grass beneath his paws was almost alien; most of their shows were in big cities, so he had gotten used to the feel of concrete.

“Well, this place is a shit hole.”

Troy announced this as he stepped out of the van, stretching out a bit after the long ride. The sun had reached its zenith long ago and was beginning to dip beneath the trees, casting the two of them in the shadow of the pavilion.

“So are most of our venues.” Donovan chirped quickly, leaning forward on his front paws and slowly stretching out. “Lighten up! Want to go look around?” He flashed a grin at him even as Troy walked around to the back of the van and opened the doors. The sound of cursing made the luxio snort in amusement; he didn’t need to look to know he was probably struggling to keep anything from falling out. “Told you to strap it down!”

He ignored the angry shouts from Troy and instead turned away from the van. The luxio was a city-boy through and through, so this was all very interesting to him. Donovan made sure to walk through the grass as he left the van, savoring the soft tickle of blades of grass on his rough paw pads.

There wasn’t much to see in the immediate area. Past the pavilion were lines of empty plots where campsites could be set up, most of them overgrown with knee-high grass. Any pokemon that might have been hiding were surely scattered by the music blaring from the van. He was thankful for this, as his lack of fighting prowess would have made for difficult encounters.

Donovan shouldered his way through the tall grass, his tail poking out the top of it. A sense of zen-like peace had started to build in him, a feeling he was only used to when he really got into the beat while on stage. No matter what Troy said, he wasn’t going to temper his expectations about spending the night out here.

When he managed to extricate himself from the entangling vegetation, he could see that there was a separate building set far away. A sign laying on the ground pointed out that it was a concession stand; even though the feline’s stomach let out a resounding growl, he didn’t let his hopes up. They had to skip lunch in order to get here before dark.

It was clear this place hadn’t been used for a while. A new highway had opened up that looped the area, leaving the rest stop a memory of a bygone era.

Regardless, he was on a journey of discovery. He spared one last glance back at Troy and headed off in the direction of the outlying building.

The warning cries of bird pokemon overhead announced the path that he took. He allowed himself to grin a little at that. When he was still a shinx in their hometown of Rustboro he would spend hours chasing the bird pokemon that alighted on the sidewalks. Donovan had grown out of it when he evolved, but he felt that familiar sense of playfulness creeping into his movements.

His tail swished behind him as he walked, savoring the late afternoon sun on his pelt while he still could. He walked with a confident gait borne of countless hours on stage, his head constantly held high. There never was much that could rattle him.

Donovan paused when he came within a dozen yards of the wood and concrete building, his nose twitching slightly. He was almost sure he had caught a whiff of something sweet, but he immediately dismissed it. If it was anything, he was positive it was the copious wildflowers that surrounded him or the clinging odor of Troy’s hairspray.

The concession stand was just as run-down as the rest stop itself. The shuttered window was padlocked, spiderwebs dotting the eaves and dust coating the counter. A light hum caught his ears, causing them to twitch at the knowledge that electricity was still running from somewhere.

He was about to turn back before he heard the shatter of glass. It was enough to make him jolt upwards, his fur rising from the sudden, out of place noise. Donovan’s heart momentarily skipped a beat when he realized how close the noise was from. The curiosity innate in felines stayed him from turning back and instead pushed him forward.

When he poked his head around the corner of the building, he was greeted to a very curious sight.

Across from a small seating area was a line of vending machines propped against a wooden fence. There were four of them, and three of them had the glass smashed inwards, the contents purloined long ago. His head tilted to the side when he saw the thief standing in front of the fourth.

He tried to remember what the name of it was – there were so many members of the eeveelution family that he forgot – and pursed his lips. He could tell it was a she since she was facing him, her tail doing little to obscure her whitish-tan rear from view. Donovan immediately chastised himself for focusing on this part of her and tore his eyes away.

She held a rock in one of the long, luxurious ribbons that protrude from the bow around her neck. Her large ears were raised high, swiveled in the direction of the van in the distance. The female’s pelt was ruffled, dirt noticeable on her paws and the slightly gamey scent of a wild pokemon emanating from her.

Her ears were constantly twitching, her movements seeming rushed. If he had to guess, she had heard them coming and was in a hurry. Donovan was given the impression that his naturally light footsteps and the background noise of the music had covered his approach.

It was at that moment he remembered the name of her species. A sylveon. He watched as the ribbon-held rock came down on the glass once more, intensifying the spider-web cracks that had already formed on it. Her tail twitched from the motion; the sweet scent Donovan had picked up on before hitting his nose again.

A tremor ran down his spine from the attractive aroma. The feline couldn’t help but let out a satisfied murr as the pheromones of a female in heat lulled his senses.

The loud whizzing in his ears wasn’t enough to warn him for what was coming. A loud crack sounded out when the rock collided with the wooden wall of the stand mere inches from the feline pokemon’s head. It splintered the wood, piercing through it easily and clattering somewhere on the inside of the building.

That snapped Donovan back to reality, his eyes widening when he saw the sylveon was staring at him.

Her face was contorted in an expression of anger and agitation, the ribbon that had been holding the rock held aloft before her. “Can I help you?” She spat this out, her voice holding an edge to it that made him stand up straight. Her tone commanded respect and told him she knew exactly what he had been staring at. “You’re not getting any of my food.”

To emphasize this, she pressed one of her ribbons in front of the cracked glass, trying to block it from his view. Her crystal-white fangs were barred at him while she held her ground. Her eyes drifted over the feline pokemon, her attention resting solely on him.

“W-Woah, hey now,” he gulped, “I wasn’t trying to, you know, creep on you or anything.” The luxio shot her his best attempt at a friendly grin, even though it did nothing to relax the fairy pokemon. “I was just checking the place out, was all…” He could tell she was tense, her budding heat definitely not helping in that regard. “Ya know, scoping out the digs.”

She didn’t seem convinced with his response, her eyes narrowing accusingly. Her nose twitched in disdain and her claws dug into the concrete as he shuffled in place. “I haven’t seen anyone else since I got here.” The edge to her voice had softened slightly, but she still held herself as if ready to fight at a moment’s notice. With a nod of her head, she gestured to the van in the distance. “How many of you are there.”

Donovan shifted in front of her. She had moved to sit on her haunches, and he followed suit, his tail curling around his paws. “Just me and my trainer. We were going to camp out for the night…don’t worry, he uh, won’t try to catch you or anything. Dude’s hopeless with all ladies, even pokemon.”

He barely had a chance to state this before she snapped her jaws together, growling louder than before. “Why would I be afraid of that? I have a trainer.” She said this with such intense disdain for his comment that it knocked him for a loop. “Besides, he couldn’t catch me if he tried.”

With an abrupt turn, she faced the vending machine once more. As Donovan watched, she plucked another rock from the ground and drove it right into the center of the spider-web cracks. She didn’t even flinch as a few shards of glass rained down around her front paws. As soon as she broke through, she began to pluck various bags of snacks from the machine.

Not knowing what to do, Donovan just sat there watching her, his muzzle contorted in confusion.

She said she had a trainer, but there clearly wasn’t anyone else around. If the other three machines were any indicator, she definitely had been here for a while. Her ruffled pelt and her seemingly anxious movements just served to assure him that this was true.

“Why is your trainer playing that obnoxious sound.” He snapped out of his contemplation when she asked this. She hadn’t turned to face him, but her ears were twisted in his direction, ready to pick up any movement that he made.

“Oh!” he stated, smiling brightly even if she couldn’t see it, “that’s one of our new tracks!” The feline felt boastful, standing taller when he heard the refrain of their music. He could always pick out the parts where he came in, the different frequencies of his electricity producing such different pitches in the songs. “My trainer and I play that all over the place, we’re called Guilty Conscious!”

He faltered when she didn’t immediately respond to this, instead, continuing her task of extricating the rest of the food. She had a considerable pile built up next to her already. Donovan could see from here that most of the bags were ripped from the shattered glass, spilling their stale contents.

“Never heard of you.” She said this with a contentious scoff as if challenging him on it.

Donovan only allowed this slight against them a minuscule amount of attention. He chuckled and reached up to rub his spiky fur with one paw. “Yeeeeeah, we’re not exactly well-known. We have fun though!”

She had turned now to face him, her body twisted to the side while she pulled one of the bags of food closer to her. Now Donovan could see the slight trace of her ribs, a poor diet of only junk food doing little to help her maintain her figure. He got the sense that she wanted to leave him, her obvious affliction holding her back.

“I guess you gotta’ find a reason to keep going. I like to fight.” She didn’t say this as a warning, rather a way of paying him back for being forthcoming. Her features softened and she smiled, her eyes drifting upwards. “I was the roughest, toughest eevee you’d ever seen. My trainer taught me shadow ball, iron tail…he knew I was going to be the best.”

The luxio could feel her eyes on him now and it made him feel nervous. Even though he had been gawking at her before, to have her do the same seemed strange to him. He was aware that the tip of his dark blue, feline prick had made an appearance, pushing free of his black-furred sheath. He just hoped that at the angle he was sitting she couldn’t see it; the last thing he wanted to do was insult her like that.

“Heh, oh yeah? I bet you could kick my ass,” Donovan chuckled, “last time I fought was when I pissed off a really mean wingull. They can be scary when they all swarm at ya’!” He relaxed when he heard her snort of amusement.

“Really, now? I’ll have to take your word for it.” As she spoke, she used her ribbons to tug open the bag in front of her. “All the boys on my team thought they were Arceus-gift to the world. My trainer used to encourage it, said that there wasn’t anything wrong with being cocky if you knew you could back it up.” She rifled through the contents of her meager meal, looking up at him every so often with a faint smile on her face. “I like modesty, don’t see it too often in the pro leagues. What’s your name?”

Donovan swallowed hard when he saw how she was looking at him. “Donovan, but you can call me Don, Donny, Donothan,” he smiled at his own attempt at a joke, “my trainer’s name is Troy.” His front leg shifted to better hide his groin from her view even as her delightful aroma continued to flood his senses. He wasn’t a stranger to being with a female, but he had never been with one that was in heat. “So, uh…you were on a pokemon team, yeah? What’s your name?” He stated casually, trying to change his current thought process.

“My name’s Joan.” His attempts to hide were met with a snickering giggle from the pink pokemon. “Yep. My trainer had a thing for dark type pokemon. Didn’t want to have anything but that on his team, that’s why he wanted me to be an umb-“ Her muzzle twitched as she caught herself mid-word. Her expression momentarily darkened before she was back to that small smile. “After I evolved, the others got a lot less cocky when I showed I could pin them with my ribbons. Heh, you should see how pissed a houndoom gets when you don’t let him dominate you…”

Donovan’s muzzle twitched as she again hinted at her story. It felt like he was walking a minefield and any wrong question would set her off. “So…how long have you been out here?” He asked this cautiously, trying not to let his curiosity seep into his tone.

She paused at the question, chewing on a mouthful of stale chips while crumpling up the empty bag. He almost thought he had struck a sore subject, but she finally met his eyes after a moment. “A few weeks, maybe a month. He left me out here because he knew I was going into heat.” She said this at a quick pace as if challenging him to call her out on it. “It was a good idea. The others knew I could take what I wanted when I wanted; if he kept me around, we wouldn’t do anything but fuck.”

The suddenly risqué admission made Donovan’s face heat up. He had never met a girl that spoke so openly about her sex life. Still, her explanation for why she was out here didn’t convince him that it was meant to be a temporary thing. “So…when’s he coming to pick you back up?” He shifted uncomfortably, feeling so self-conscious from how much of his manhood was exposed between his legs.

If he didn’t see her ears twitch, he would have figured that she hadn’t heard him. She made no reaction to the comment beside the subtle movement of her jaw grinding her teeth together. Joan huffed under her breath finally and growled angrily under her breath at him.

“You ask a lot of questions.” Her eyes narrowed as she tried to deflect him away from this, her blue eyes once more landing on his lower body.

“I’m sorry, it’s just, it sounds like you’ve been out here for a long time…”

“I haven’t.”

“But wouldn’t he leave you at a daycare? Or even come back to check on you?”

“I’ve been kicked out of everyone I’ve ever been to. Stop asking.”

“Maybe just join us for dinner? My trainer wou-“

“Shut up!”

Her attempt to divert succeeded, especially when she got back on all fours. He had pushed too far and now she was on the defensive. There was a pause before she took a step towards him.

Her face had grown conflicted from him poking holes in her story; she had a way to make him shut up, though.

“You know, I’ve never fucked a cat before.”

Donovan blanched at her sudden admission. The luxio hadn’t expected that and it completely derailed his train of thought.

He could no longer contain himself, feeling his tapered shaft pushing fully out of his sheath. She could feel how tense he was, however, and she tutted under her breath.

“Come on, you’ve been staring at my ass this entire time. I know you smell me. I’m just giving you what you wanted…”

Their eyes met briefly, the sylveon’s reflecting her true feelings even as her ribbons pressed against his shoulders. It told him she knew what he was saying was true, even if she kept trying to make excuses. Wherever the ribbons touched sent a calm sensation radiating through his body, his eyes fluttering from the relaxing feeling.

He felt her head brushing against his chest as the fairy pokemon sniffed at his chest, going so far as to rub her muzzle into his fur. The ribbons were running down his back now, squashing his will to resist her. He only had enough of a mind to realize she was forcing a soothing aura through him, making him less likely to try to fight back.

It suddenly made sense when she said she was able to pin the other pokemon on her team. He felt like he was slipping through a veil, his body beginning to feel numb and clumsy as if he weren’t truly in control.

“You smell good…” She whispered this softly, the top of her head gently pressing against the underside of his muzzle. Her tail had flagged higher, allowing her own alluring scent to grace his nose. “Mmmmm, dark types always smelled so bitter; I like your scent…Arceus, I’ve missed having a male around.”

Donovan inhaled sharply, his mind growing cloudy as the fairy pokemon started to take control. She showcased her influence, how and why she was so easily able to dominate male pokemon. Her ribbons were numbing, euphoria-inducing triggers that made his paws curl from the delightful touches. Her heat scent just compounded his budding desire, his thoughts blanking on anything other than her.

His hips twitched when he felt her soft nose pressing against his dark blue shaft, curiously sniffing and rubbing against it. She was very intrigued by the feline erection; like most of his species, it was short at only six inches. Unlike any man she had been with, she gawked at the backward-facing barbs that lined his shaft. The sight was so exotic and abnormal that her hind legs trembled with desire.

“Have you done this before?”

Her sweet voice sounded so far off, his eyes slowly closing as moments later he felt one of her ribbons wrapping around the base of his shaft. He couldn’t resist bucking against it; it was as soft and delicate as her fur, but her grip was firm and unyielding.

“Y-Yeeeah…” He almost slurred his words as her ribbon ran from the bottom of his shaft to the very tip. The touch made him buck his hips again since the feline was unable to help himself from showcasing his approval at her touch. “Wait…we were talking about…” His muzzle twitched in disapproval, even as desire blossomed in his chest.

“Good.” Joan moved to lay on her side in front of him, her muzzle curled up a bit. She ignored him when he suggested this, not willing to hear his opinions on the matter. Her expression had grown more relaxed as she stepped into her element. Her cheeks warmed under her fur when she laid on her back and spread her legs wide for the feline. The ribbon that wasn’t busy jerking off his shaft had wrapped slowly and carefully around his neck, drawing his attention downwards.

Her folds were on complete display, the pink, feminine slit already glistening with moisture. She was breathing heavily now, pulling down on his head and drawing him closer to her honeypot. Her scent was intoxicating this close up, making his nose twitch rapidly as he greedily inhaled it.

“If you’re a good boy and get me off, I’ll return the favor…” She grumbled, a hint of need bubbling up. Her breathing had intensified when she felt his shaft twitching in her ribbon. Sex was sex. Affection and love were the things that had evolved her. She had desperately sought them ever since she saw the disappointed look on her trainer’s face when she evolved.

In any other instance, Donovan would have felt bad for what he was doing. His muzzle ground against the front of her cunny, the sweet sounds of Joan’s sighs driving him onwards. He almost felt like he was taking advantage of her even as his blue tongue dropped from his muzzle. His narrowed eyes focused on her while he pressed his tongue to the base of her cunny and slowly drug it to the top.

Her gasp of surprise from how rough the feline’s tongue was made him smile. Most of the pokemon girls he had slept with didn’t know the characteristics that a feline possessed. He could feel her flexing under his touch when he licked again, her ribbons tightening further around his neck.

“I like you a lot more when you keep your mouth shut.” She huffed quickly as he licked across her entrance once more. Her toes curled from the pleasurable sensation, her ears tucking downwards. Joan arched her back for him, allowing him better access to her wet depths and pressing closer to his face. “That’s it, don’t stop…~”

Donovan’s heart pounded in his chest as he gorged himself between her legs. Her taste was just as sweet as her scent, her fairy type nature making her so delectable to him. His resistance had already faded while his paws pressed against her inner thighs, spreading them wider apart for him. He thrust against the air comically, trying to get more of her rapturous touch.

The ribbon around his neck had started to go slack when she realized he wasn’t going to pull away. She had started to stroke his manhood faster, never missing a single beat and moving at an experienced pace.

“That’s it, goooood kitty…”

He felt her paw landing on his head, ruffling his spiked hair and matting it down slightly. She was so strong, much stronger than the luxio would have expected. She easily managed to mash his muzzle into her furry folds, his nose grinding right next to her clit. Every breath he took was tainted by the fox pokemon and he whined under his breath as he humped against the ribbon jerking him off.

Joan had started to breath faster, already feeling that familiar rush of pleasure that built in her stomach and coursed through her body. It was the very same feeling that she had grown addicted to, a surrogate for the satisfaction of feeling like she belonged. She had come to associate with being needed ever since the houndoom on her team had propositioned her after she evolved.

Everything had built off of that moment. Sex took over her life, every facet of her being telling her that this was a way she could still belong on a team full of dark types. When they denied her the opportunity, she would take it, using her ribbons to tempt them. She had always told herself it was just a method of team bonding, even when she disobeyed her trainer’s orders to stop.

She had scoffed at the name Guilty Conscious, but she couldn’t deny how strongly it spoke to her. There hadn’t been a single moment that Joan wasn’t thinking of the mistakes that caused her to be exiled here. Her actions now proved she hadn’t learned from them, however.

Joan cried out when Donovan’s broad tongue pressed directly against her slit and began to slowly slide into her. He clearly hadn’t been lying when he mentioned it wasn’t his first time with a female. His tongue had become more active in her, swirling and licking along her inner walls. The rough, almost sandpaper-like tongue sent jolts of need through her body.

The sylveon’s paw rubbed his head slowly as her hips began to rock towards his muzzle. He couldn’t taste or smell anything but the female laid out before him, and all he could think about was pushing her over that edge. His hips had started to buck faster as warm pre dribbled from the tapered tip, the ribbons smearing it down his shaft for what was to come.

“Almost…almost…” Joan grit her teeth together tightly when Donovan’s tongue reached as deep as it could go. She was having trouble catching her breath, the incredibly stimulating touch driving her wild. None of the other men could compare to him; this wasn’t just a chore to the cat pokemon going down on her.

She didn’t realize it at first, but the fur around her thighs had started to stand on end. Seconds later she would feel the build-up of static electricity, the feline’s constant grinding making the sensation stronger by the second. It traveled through his tongue, running along her inner walls and causing her to cry out as a small zap hit her. It didn’t hurt – he wouldn’t allow it to – but it set her off from how unexpected it was.

He had used this trick in cunnilingus and it always seemed to garner results; to have her react like this wasn’t unexpected. Donovan’s eyes squeezed shut when he felt Joan’s other paw landing on his head. With his muzzle pressed tightly to her groin, he could see nothing but pink fur, her scent driving his animalistic urges.

Her ribbon had stopped its incessant stroking and instead wrapped tightly around the base of his shaft. The unyielding grip made him groan, cutting off his own building climax and forcing him to service her.

Donovan felt her squeezing around his tongue, unwilling to let his rough tongue go. He obliged her in that regard, swirling his tongue roughly over her sweet lips before she announced her climax with a loud, heady groan.

The fox pokemon’s juices splattered his muzzle as she came, catching him by surprise from how intense her climax was. He grunted and made a move to pull back but was quickly reminded of the ribbons that forcefully kept him there. His face warmed under his fur as her musky taste flooded his mouth and lead him to diligently lick up the last few drops of her climax.

Only then did he feel her start to loosen her grip around his neck and he groaned as he slowly started to pull his head back. With one last long, broad lick of his tongue across her furry cunny, he was freed. The ribbon around his shaft hadn’t released yet, making his paws tremble from the uncomfortable squeezing sensation.

Her eyes were partially closed while she looked up at him, the corner of her muzzle cocked in a hint of a smile. Donovan would yelp as she tugged on his shaft, forcing him to take a step closer to her. She didn’t move an inch, keeping herself spread open for him even as he was forced to step over her.

“You…are really good at that…” She sighed breathlessly. The scent of her heat juices was coating the luxio’s muzzle and she surprised him by leaning up to lick his nose when he stepped over her. Joan growled under her breath when she felt his tip prodding against her entrance, the commanding grasp that her ribbon had on him moving him into the perfect position. “I hope you hump as well as you lick…”

Trapped in a silky prison, Donovan didn’t realize he was keen to penetrate her until he felt the welcoming touch of her entrance. His paws rested next to her shoulders, their heads mere inches from each other. He looked down on her and shivered, unable to deny how beautiful the fairy pokemon was, even if he felt like she was rushing him into this. It didn’t help when she leaned up and kissed his muzzle, her tongue gliding tantalizingly along his lips.

“Come on, now.” She whispered in a heady tone, her breathing getting faster as she began to rock upwards. “You wouldn’t keep a lady waiting, would you…?”

Donovan took a deep breath when he felt her ribbons releasing his manhood, giving him full control over what was to happen next. Some part of him knew he shouldn’t, but he was a male pokemon and because of that he had a duty to a female in heat. The thought that he might impregnate her didn’t even occur to him.

The sweet cries of the female below him caused his circular ears to perk up. He gritted his teeth as he started to push forward, feeling just how warm and welcoming her sex was. There was little resistance, her walls silky soft to the touch like her ribbons were.

“F-Fuck, you’re big…”

Her voice sounded far away to him. His muzzle pressed into her neck, allowing him to inhale her scent while half his barbed shaft pushed into her. He could feel how tense she was as the backward-facing barbs rubbed against her. Non-felines always seemed apprehensive about taking them, but she clearly relished the opportunity to try something so exotic.

With the abundant lubrication from his saliva coating her entrance, he was able to bottom out in her with one firm push of his hips. His heavy, black balls smacked against her firm ass, the sylveon’s gasping breaths all he could hear.

“Are you ready…?” He didn’t realize he had said it until he felt her shift under him. His eyes drifted upwards as his nails extended from his paws. His grip on the ground was unyielding, ensuring he wouldn’t slip out when he started to really move.

Even after all her allusions to being with other men, Donovan couldn’t deny she was the tightest female he ever had the good fortune to mate. Her heat was comparable to a fire-type, radiating from her groin and causing a thin layer of sweat to build on him.

“Why aren’t you fucking me yet.” Her response was swift and accusatory, even as her sweet giggle accompanied it. “Don’t stop until you fill me with your seed.”

That was all Donovan needed to hear. He gave her one last second to steel herself for what was to come. Even then, her loud gasp gave him pause when he pulled his hips back. The rubbery barbs covering his shaft raked along her walls when he pulled half of his manhood free.

Almost immediately she gripped him tighter, causing him to groan at the almost crushing sensation. His hips smacked wetly against her as he drove himself all the way in before pulling back halfway. It set her off, making her gasping moans grow louder each time he buried himself in her.

“Oh…oh Arceus…I can feel them!”

The barbs worked to pull him deeper, stimulating her and forcing her to welcome the entirety of what he had to give her. His nose continued to grind against her neck, his warm breath coating her skin and making her shiver.

There were times when he didn’t know what he preferred. The exhilaration of performing on stage always seemed so insignificant compared to breeding a female and hearing her cry out for him to keep going. His fangs made an appearance, brushing against the soft skin of her neck while he moaned loudly for her.

Each thrust caused his heavy balls to strike her pert rump; large and swollen with seed, they made a lot of noise each time they slapped against her. Joan’s paws had moved to his shoulders, her claws digging deeper into his fur each time he slammed into her. She didn’t allow him even the thought that this would end in any other way than how she wanted.

“Joan…”

“Don’t stop!”

He tried to maintain control of himself, but she was so tight, her scent so strong. It was invigorating and more tantalizing than he could have imagined. Never before had he mated with a female in heat and he was quickly coming to relish every second of it. The heat and wetness were all-encompassing, making him moan for her as if she were the first female he had ever mated with.

Warm pre dribbled from his tip and spread along her walls, adding to the juices that were already running down her thighs with each thrust. She was sopping wet for him, the lewd squelch of his shaft burying in her music to the female’s ears.

Joan had done well to combat her heat while she was alone at the rest stop. The sudden arrival of the male, a viable male at that, had sent her into a frenzy that had only one logical recourse. Her whines were growing high pitched as that feeling of static electricity began to build once more from where his fangs brushed against her.

Both pokemon were quickly starting to reach their breaking point, the sounds of their lovemaking growing stronger by the second. Donovan’s claws had dug deep furrows into the earth as he worked himself into a frenzy over the top of her. His tail had flagged high, showcasing his dominance over her, even though it had been hers to give him.

“I’m…oh Arceus, I-I’m going to cum…” He gasped, some semblance of thought coming back to him at that moment. He knew he needed to pull out of her, but as soon as he made one step backward, she was on him.

Her dexterous ribbons wrapped tightly around his hind legs, making him yelp as she used her full strength to jerk him forward. The tapered tip of the feline’s shaft was reaching so deeply in her, his sheath grinding against her entrance as his large balls began to throb against her ass. He could do nothing but moan for her, unable to stop himself from falling over the edge.

Joan howled for him when she felt the first spray of hot, feline seed filling her body. It was thick and plentiful, the barbs around the tip of his cock preventing him from pulling back just as well as her ribbons were. The sylveon’s paws had drifted around his shoulders, possessively holding him against her as her hips made a few idle bucks against him.

Donovan groaned deeply when he felt her climax, her femininity wringing him for all the seed he had to give her. He was exhausted, unable to do anything other than simply flop against her. Covered in each other’s sweat, Don could only try to catch his breath, their love-making session more intense than any battle he had participated in.

Each twitch of his balls against her ass reminded him that he was planting his seed in fertile ground. At that moment he felt her ribbons releasing his hind legs, but he knew the damage was done. He tried not to think of what the outcome of their mating session would be, although he couldn’t help but smile wistfully at the thought that he might be a father.

When he slowly lifted his head, he was greeted to the smirking face of the sylveon. Her face was red under her fur, her blue eyes looking down at him with great interest. When he made no effort to pull out of her, she leaned down and kissed him on the nose, giggling at the way it twitched in response.

“You know…” she started, taking a deep breath to steady herself, “maybe…dinner does sound nice.” After that, the mundane idea of joining him for dinner was appealing to her. She still sounded apprehensive about the idea even after that, but it was a marked improvement.

Donovan’s tail swished about happily when he heard this. Even with his head still cloudy, he gave a gentle buck of her hips, savoring the sound of surprised pleasure that greeted him. “Well…” he started, taking a deep breath before kissing her on the cheek, “I don’t want to just run off…can't just hump a girl and leave her…”

Her face contorted in pleasure when she felt his barbs digging into her walls with every movement he made. She huffed loudly and snickered for him, before murring sensually under her breath. The grin on her face combined with the way she squeezed up around him caused his hackles to rise. “Is it true that feline pokemon can keep going after they’ve already cum?”

“Donovan? Come on, where are you?” Troy grimaced as he called out for the luxio. The sun had started to set when he finished setting up their campsite. At first he had been mad that he was made to do everything, but now he was worried. He hadn’t heard from his friend in over an hour now.

He pushed his way through the tall grass that surrounded the rest stop, looking for any sign that the feline had come this way. The only landmark in sight was the small stand set off from everything else; having nowhere else to look, that was his first choice.

When he got closer, he could hear the sound of pokemon, at least, he thought it was. It was all grunts and moans, making him hesitate as he tried to make sense of just what he was hearing. It was only when he rounded the small building that he could see what the source of the noise was.

He shouldn’t have been surprised when he saw the two pokemon together. Donovan was always getting lucky.

Troy knew just how much his pokemon managed to get around when they performed but to see him like this was jarring. The luxio was resting over top of a sylveon, the feline pokemon’s hips practically a blur as he pounded into her. Immediately, heat rushed to the human’s pale face when he saw the slick juices that had pooled between the female’s hind legs.

Even though he wasn’t gifted with as sensitive a nose as a pokemon, he could still detect the subtle aroma of the eeveelution’s heat. It made his heart begin to pound faster while he gripped the wooden wall of the concession stand. He felt like a pervert for standing there and watching the breeding pokemon, although he couldn’t force himself to pull away.

The female was clearly enjoying herself, moaning her head off with every thrust. Her ribbons were tucked around Donovan’s stomach, forcing them together and leaving no room for him to pull out of her. Her pink tongue hung from her mouth, an almost glazed look in her eye as she called out for him to go faster.

Troy didn’t want to admit that it had been a dry year. He hadn’t had the chance to get laid in a while and part of him was rather jealous seeing his pokemon getting this golden opportunity. He found himself taking a small step closer, swallowing hard to clear the dry feeling in his mouth.

Once, Donovan had made the mention that a female pokemon he was with had asked him if Troy was ever interested in chasing actual tail. In truth, he had never considered what it would be like to be with a female pokemon. Listening to the way the sylveon moaned and the way she eagerly ground against his pokemon made his heart beat all the faster.

The sylveon’s ears twitched when he took a step closer to them, her head turning slightly in his direction. He immediately felt his legs locking up, refusing to heed his commands to run. It was incredibly embarrassing being caught like this, especially when she whispered something indistinguishable to the male on her back.

As soon as she said it, Donovan’s head snapped back to look at him, his ears folding back. He gave one last thrust before going still in his partner, the two men only able to stare at each other.

With a loud grunt – and a yip from Joan – Donovan hopped off of her back, shielding his dripping blue shaft from view. “Heeeeey, T-Troy!” He stammered as he moved to a sitting position, one of his front paws lifting to cover his groin. “Was, uh, going to head back soon.” There was a pause. “This is Joan.”

Troy’s face reddened further when he was treated to the sight of the eeveelutions dark, pink folds. They were very prominent against her tan fur; Donovan’s barbed prick had done quite a number on her. His face grew much brighter when he noticed the sultry look on the female’s face, her tongue still poking out of the corner of her muzzle. If he didn’t know better, she was doing everything in her power to hold his attention on her dripping folds.

“Nice to meet you…” She spoke softly to him, her tail beginning to slowly wag in a circular motion. “So, this is your trainer?” This question was directed at Donovan while her eyes remained fully locked on Troy. “You see something you like, human?”

The air grew tense when she called him out for his blatant staring. He hoped she didn’t notice the bulge growing in his pants and he shifted a bit to better hide it from view. “Nice to see Don found a…found a friend.” He reached up to rub the back of his head, noting just how silent the feline had become.

“I was going to ask if Joan could join us for dinner.” He finally stated, clearing his throat awkwardly.

“Well, sure.” Troy was quick to comment on this, wanting to get out from under the prying eyes of the female. “Speaking of which, I should go get started on that.” He turned quickly away from the two of them, finally feeling like he could take a breath. To his shock, a strong grip around his leg prevented him from going anywhere.

“Awww, leaving so soon?” The melodic voice of the sylveon drifted over his shoulder when he saw what had him trapped. One of her ribbons had wrapped around his leg and was tugging back firmly, easily preventing him from stepping away. “You’re just going to leave like that? You’re not just satisfied with a little look, are you?”

Troy turned back to her quickly and apprehensively tugged on his leg once again. She didn’t move a muscle, easily able to corral him with just one ribbon. A strange sensation had started to travel up his leg, slowing his racing heart and cooling the embarrassment on his face.

“Do you like my ass, human?” She giggled and tightened her ribbon when she saw him look away in shame. It hadn’t been hard for her to notice just how intently the human was staring at her. It seemed like he had that in common with his pokemon – neither man was subtle about their desires.

Donovan was reminded of the conversations he had in the past with his trainer. His embarrassment was there, but he couldn’t help but crack a grin at Troy. “You said you always wanted a bad girl, right Troy?” He couldn’t imagine Troy going through with someone like this, at least, not if he had the absolute say in the matter.

“I had my first time with a cat, today. But truthfully,” she murred and tugged on his leg, drawing him a step closer “I’ve always wanted to know how a human fucks. I’m just getting soooo lucky today, aren’t I?”

She didn’t give him a chance to answer this. A sensation of falling hit him when she suddenly yanked his foot out from under him. He tensed up, expecting to hit the ground. Instead, he would find her ribbons catching him, helping him to the ground with only a soft grunt of exertion from the fairy pokemon.

Troy tried to sit up, only for his eyes to go wide as the sylveon suddenly leaped over top of him. Her paws pressed against his shoulders, her muzzle so close to his face. She giggled playfully, batting her eyes at him in a tempting fashion.

“Sorry, Troy.” Donovan’s hackles had risen at her initially aggressive display. While he thought his trainer would enjoy something like this, he still didn’t want this to get out of hand. “Females in heat can get suuuuper rowdy.” He stepped closer to the two of them, his ears folding back as the sylveon’s ribbons went to work on his trainer’s pants.

Troy’s initial reaction was to try to grab the overeager female. “Don, g-get your crazy girlfriend off me!” The warm drips from her filled pussy made him grimace at the thought of having sloppy seconds from his own pokemon. His hands gripped her haunches, his fingers digging into her silky coat. “I like girls but-“ his words caught in his throat when her ribbons snapped at his wrist.

His eyes widened when Joan suddenly pressed their lips together, the fox pokemon’s eyes closing slightly. Her tongue ran along his lips, absolutely shameless in her attempts to coerce him into this debaucherous fun.

Like his pokemon, he was more than susceptible to the calming aura that the sylveon was able to produce through her ribbons. His eyes rose upwards as her influence overpowered his own sense of autonomy. The kissing didn’t help, his jaw going slack and allowing the pokemon to force her tongue into his mouth. He was surprised by how sweet she tasted, her tongue rougher than a human females would be and seemingly intent on exploring every inch of his mouth.

Before he realized it, his hands had drifted lower and were now cupping her furry ass. The strange pokemon in his lap had stolen the entirety of his attention, such worries as where she had come from or why she was here diminishing.

Donovan stood close by. His muzzle was twisted up in an uncertain expression even when Joan finally pulled her tongue out of his mouth. She grinned brightly at the human, panting in his face and snickering at the starstruck expression he wore.

“Mmmm, not the best kisser, but not the worst I’ve been with…” She leaned her head back and beckoned Don over with one of her paws. “Come on, hon. I won’t leave you out of this…” With her attention diverted from Troy, the human mistakenly thought he was no longer the object of her affection. He was soon proved wrong.

The ribbons had already tugged Troy’s zipper down, revealing the bulging boxer shorts he wore beneath. Joan didn’t bother going much further than that, her muscular ass wiggling around as Troy gripped her malleable flesh. With a crack of a ribbon, she tugged them down to gaze at her prize. Since it was her first time seeing a human’s privates, she was admittedly a little disappointed.

Troy was only a little longer and thinner than Donovan was at seven inches. His pubic hair was neatly trimmed away, leaving his entire manhood on display for the probing eyes of the fairy pokemon.

“Not bad, I suppose.” Joan shot him an amused expression and tutted. “I was hoping for something bigger…”

With both men under her power, Joan retracted her ribbons and instead wrapped each one around their respective pricks. Troy jumped at the touch while Donovan groaned for her and stepped closer. She knew that they would be just like any other man she fucked; they would come to crave her as her old team had.

If she chose to join them, that was. So far, she was enjoying every damn second of this. She turned around on him, facing away from Troy now while dipping her head under Don’s waist.

“She’s…so soft…” Troy whispered this under his breath, his fingers slowly traveling across her expansive rear. He loved the feeling of it, how her tail would flick against his hands every so often. When the ribbon bound him like this, he could only watch with a ringing in his ears as she directed it towards her sopping wet, cum-dripping pussy.

The heat coming off of her was so strong that he dug his nails into her skin, eliciting a growling moan of approval. The pokemon was in full control, keeping him tame as his resistance faded. As soon as his tip pressed against her wet slit, those silky lips gliding along his sensitive manhood, he knew that he didn’t want her to stop.

Her grip on him loosened partially and he realized why a moment later. She raised her tail high, offering herself completely up to him as she found what she was looking for on his pokemon. The two men were once more left looking at each other as the randy female licked at the luxio’s dark blue prick.

“I-Isn’t she,” Donovan grunted as he tried not to lose his composure, “fucking amazing…?” The luxio tilted his head back and moaned as her muzzle parted, her tongue pressing against the bottom of his shaft to draw him in. To see his trainer like this, about to impale the same female he had already bred made this such a surreal experience.

Troy took a deep breath and nodded in agreement. He couldn’t help himself as he began to gently pull down on her hips. The two moaned in a chorus when he started to part her delicate folds, the fairy making the smallest of movements but nothing to impede him.

The months of going without a sexual partner had left him so needy that to have any female offer herself was a gift from Arceus. It didn’t matter that he could feel the wet fur around her mound grinding against him, or her tail pressing to his stomach as he made her take more of him. The luxio’s seed was excellent lubrication, allowing him to effortlessly push in at a steady pace.

“She’s so damn tight…”

“Heh, you should have, mmmph, felt her before I took her…” The luxio’s tongue hung from his muzzle as the loud slurps of the sylveon filled the area. She had already taken half of the barbed feline cock, spurred on by the human taking her. It had always been a dream of hers to have a human breed her, but he wasn’t moving fast enough for her liking.

Troy cried out in surprise when Joan swiftly and powerfully dropped her ass into his groin. All at once he forcefully bottomed out in her, the fox pokemon practically sitting in his lap in this position. It was more than enough to tell him that she was impatient, displeased with his attempt to be gentle with her.

The sylveon rose and fell quickly on him, taking back the minuscule control over the situation she had gifted him. Her ribbon had released his cock and instead wrapped around his heavy sac, drawing louder moans from her partner. She found herself missing the barbs that Donovan possessed, but the knowledge of what was in her brought her to a whole new level of arousal.

She was making a human fuck her. Her eyes rolled upwards as her warm juices began to leak down his shaft and pool in his groin.

Troy couldn’t compare her to any of the women he would pick up from the club. She was tighter, hotter, her incredible willingness to do all the work surprising him. He was reduced to leaning back, the sylveon’s powerful descent making him grunt with exertion. The magnificent sight of her pink folds swallowing his shaft left him breathless, the slurping noise of her descent growing stronger with each movement.

Donovan was cautious as he placed a paw on her head, gently stroking between her ears as she effortlessly swallowed more of his shaft. He had moved to his haunches, his hips twitching with the urge to drive himself deeper into her warm, welcoming mouth. He had a silly grin on his face, unable to stop smiling at the sight of his trainer breeding outside his species.

“I-I told you…” he sighed, trying to catch his breath as Joan’s tongue flicked against his shaft, “pokemon girls ALWAYS top human girls.”

Troy found he could form no argument against that. He was already starting to twitch in her, the silky walls enveloping him had begun to squeeze tighter. She was practically crushing his cock, the in-heat female moaning loudly for him as he started to rock his hips upwards.

He was starting to regret all the times he had turned down accosting pokemon in the club. He regretted not taking this opportunity sooner. As soon as he got over the wet fur around her groin – which he was coming to admire – he found this incredibly attractive. Her ribbon was rubbing and massaging his balls, the pronged tip teasing him, trying to push the short man to his limits.

At that moment, Troy couldn’t help himself. He began an active partner once more, pulling her down hard and lifting her with each ascent. He moaned happily for her, willingly thrusting into the pokemon as he overcame his inhibitions. Troy needed this, to prove she wasn’t the only one that could be dominant.

The thought of what he was doing, the depravity of splitting a female with his best friend. It was quickly getting to be too much for him to endure. He heard Donovan moan when Joan’s muzzle planted deep enough that she was ‘kissing’ his sheath, his balls smacking against her chin. The eager female spit-roasted herself on them, leaving no doubt in either man’s minds that if she didn’t want this, they wouldn’t have been able to experience this heavenly act.

Donovan was the first to cum. The feline had already gotten so close earlier and Troy’s appearance had only done so much to diminish his urges. He yowled to the sylveon as he pressed his paw firmly against the top of her head, her fur starting to stand on end as static electricity discharged from his paw.

“Oh, Joan!” He gasped, his heavy sac twitching with each spurt of musky seed that coated the inside of her mouth. Don could feel her slurping it up, sucking it down and desperately trying not to let a single inch of it escape her mouth. Her excitement was increased tenfold when she felt her human partner breeding her even faster. He thrust like he wanted to plant his seed in her as his pokemon had already done.

She felt him leaning over his back and braced herself before howling as he started to actively fuck her. He would pull out a few inches then slam back into her, not wanting to risk slipping out of her well-lubricated cunny. His pre only added to the copious amount of slimy fluids that coated her walls, the lewd smack of his hips making her ears tremble.

Joan had to press her paws to the ground to try to hold herself up. She was surprised by how active of a partner the human had become, almost as if he had remembered he could be in charge. The sylveon’s eyes rolled upwards in bliss as his balls struck her cunny lips, the human’s moans so loud. It was exactly what she wanted, to know that her partners were able to experience such bliss from using her body.

The build-up of pleasure had grown so strong that her hind legs were trembling with exertion. Troy’s hands were running all over her ass, groping and molesting her, savoring her petite form. She could hear his breathing getting rougher, his sweat falling on her as he worked himself into a frenzy over top of her.

With one final, bone-jarring thrust, the sylveon howled around the feline cock buried down her throat. She felt the familiar sensation of semen filling her as Troy lost his ability to hold back. His hands were shaking as they gripped her. The eeveelution couldn’t help herself, she lost it, color exploding in her eyes and her ears ringing as she experienced a climax that nearly knocked her off her paws.

The luxio’s barbed cock had rendered her so sensitive that to be finished off with the sudden, intense thrusting of the human crushed her sense of control. He didn’t allow her to move away from him, forcing her to accept all that his balls had.

She wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Her hips bucked madly against Troy’s groin, prolonging the two’s climaxes. Her toys could only moan as the overexcited fairy pokemon continued to work them both over, desperately trying to keep them hard in her but failing in this effort.

Donovan regretted having to pull out of her mouth, especially when he saw the disappointed look on her face. He could hardly stand, his paws feeling numb as he flopped onto his side in the tall grass. The luxio watched the two, savoring the sight of his trainer balls deep in a pokemon.

“Heh…t-told you you’d fucking love it…” He could only grin at the redness that had come over Troy’s face. He knew the sylveon’s influence had to have faded away mid-session; everything he had done after that was the human’s own desire.

Troy didn’t want to let her go. Even though he knew he had been practically forced into this, little more than a pawn in her sexual game, he couldn’t tell himself it was a bad thing. He had enjoyed that far more than any human and he showed it by refusing to pull out of Joan even as he began to soften in her.

“You’re right.” That was all he could say, letting out a deep, shuddering sigh of exertion. Joan was looking back at him now, making him blush even harder as he shot the eeveelution a nervous smile. She was so cute with her tongue hanging out like that, her eyes glazed over and the desire for more hidden behind her look.

Like Donovan, at that moment all Troy could think about was bringing her with them. His first concert, his first groupie, none of that compared to his first time with Joan.

“You boys…aren’t too bad…” Joan’s giggle was airy and exuberant, the sylveon’s front paws lowering while her ass remained high. She rested her chin in the damp grass, her eyes fluttering as she tried to regain her composure. Her tongue swiped out, cleaning a few drops of Donovan’s seed from her lips.

She shivered when she felt the luxio nuzzling against her, the spiky-haired feline licking at her nose reassuringly. Part of her had been ready for them to pull out, to discard her as her team would. Right now, she figured she was a novelty to them, something that they would tire of after a while. Joan pushed that thought aside when she felt the stubborn grip of the unrelenting man behind her.

She would give them the benefit of a doubt. They seemed nice – even the human that was still teasing her butt – and she could certainly use nice people in her life at that moment.

With a grunt, she felt Troy’s softening shaft slip out of her. It left her pussy gaping slightly, the combined seed already beginning to leak down her inner legs. With a shuddering wobble, she got back to all fours and stretched out, her tail still flagged high. Joan looked over her shoulder back at them, her tongue running slowly along her lips.

“Now then,” she whispered, wiggling her ass temptingly at the two of them, “I was promised dinner. I hope you boys can get it back up…we’re not going to sleep a lot tonight.”

Troy watched in awe as she strutted away in the direction of their campsite. The last look he was offered was her dripping pussy disappearing into the tall grass, the tips rustling and signaling her process.

“Hey, Don.”

“Yeah, bro?”

“…you know luxio can knock up sylveons, right?

Donovan smirked at his trainer as he stepped past him. He felt a little less apprehensive about having his prick swinging below him after the experience they had shared. “Well, hopefully that means she’ll want to come with us, yeah? Aren't you glad we didn't stay in a hotel?” With a dismissive twitch of his tail, he followed Joan, leaving his trainer soaked in Sylveon juices and trying to get up