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During her nature walks, CJ loved to see Pokemon milling about the forest. To a quiet, unaggressive bear whom carried no Pokemon of her own nor that distinct intent to catch wild ones, she was at least ignored and at most watched cautiously. When luck so happened to be on her side, docile creatures would come near, chirruping and chittering their repetitive calls as they sniffed her paws and took proffered treats from her fingers; CJ always carried Pokemon treats on her. Originally it had been her idea to carry them as appeasement if an aggressive Pokemon accosted her, but years after the fact, they were solely for the pleasure of whichever creatures happened to approach her.

On that particular day, the black bear was approached by a Sawsbuck stag; CJ was able to tell as much when he turned away and she saw its genitals. When he was close to her, the massive stag was only polite. He nosed her cheek and happily munched the treats she gave him. Besides a cautious dip of its head which could have easily become a deadly goring, he allowed CJ to pet his snout. And then he disappeared into the forest, leaving the bear to her own devices.

Flush with affection and radiating good feelings, CJ attracted several more creatures. Among them were two Pidgeys acting like antagonistic but inseparable twins, a foal Ponyta whose mother Rapidash lurked close by, watching CJ with skepticism but no malice unless provoked, and a Butterfree whom was her favorite of all.

Yet as CJ fed the giant butterfly the last of her treats, a guttural noise from the brush spooked her flying friend and, indeed, shook her as well. Emerging then from the spring greenery was a large bear - an Ursaring. Standing upright and only a few inches taller than CJ, it was nevertheless imposing and appeared very grumpy. CJ was right to guess that it had been out of hibernation for a short time only.

The Ursaring sized up CJ and grumbled. It skulked nearer, crushing twigs and old leaves from autumn and winter under its lumbering feet. CJ winced fearfully, backing away with palms outstretched. "No more treats here, big guy. Sorry."

Though first the Pokemon tilted its head and clapped its jaws shut, perplexed, it soon parted them again and roared. Its jowls flapped and spittle flew, yet it was only bluster. CJ being a bear herself could hear it in the tone. The Ursaring was tired, annoyed at being awoken, and did not necessarily want blood.

But CJ failed to account for the Pokemon wanting something else entirely. It backed her up until she tripped over a mossy boulder, falling with a shriek, landing on her plush butt. At a quicker pace, the Pokemon stepped up to the edge of the boulder and put a big, inarticulate paw on her belly. Its talons were massive meat-rippers like those on a sloth but it applied no pressure and instead gazed stolidly into CJ's blue eyes.

Feeling a tightening in her gut, CJ held as still as she could yet did not play dead. The savvy bear was running through her mind for ideas, struggling to even understand what this situation could be. Then she dared to break eye contact and looked down the beast's body. Bared by its sheath, the Ursaring's dense, blunt penis throbbed in an unmistakable way. Pre oozed from its tip and had been for some time, lending the shaft a sweaty appearance. CJ screwed up her expression into a disbelieving sneer and laughed. "You--, you want to get laid? I guess the treats wouldn't have done much for you, huh?"

Verbal communication was beyond the Pokemon but body language was not. CJ did her best to gingerly move the Ursaring's paw, coaxing it all the while: "I'm not going anywhere. I promise. I've got some pussy for you ri-i-ight here, just don't gut me, thanks..."

And CJ was intent on making good on providing that pussy, yet first came a curiosity she couldn't ignore. Scooting down the front of the boulder, scraping off moss onto her jeans, she eventually planted her butt in the grass and made herself prone. The Ursaring looked down at her as stone-faced as ever, but that penis of his throbbed monstrously. It was every bit of nine inches - and quite thick, too. CJ wrapped her paws around it and ended up grinning at the fullness of it in her grasp. She leaned lower, opening her mouth, letting floppy jowls hang. A moan escaped her just as she crammed that big bear cock into her mouth. She reveled in a taste unlike anything she'd ever known before.

Her partner being a Pokemon, an animal, meant a distinct lack of hygiene. The flesh was not dirty, but it was sullied with musk from deep down inside its sheath. From one bear to another, the stink was a blissful one; CJ gulped and slobbered, letting frequent whore moans escape around the flesh. She slid her paws down the shaft, rubbed the sheath, clutched the balls. They throbbed in her grasp. For the first time, the Pokemon's composure broke and it uttered a groan, though it was tinted with that cute grumpiness.

CJ pulled back, popping her lips off the flesh. "Ooh, shit," she puffed, going in for another suck. She kept at it, gulping and bobbing, fondling what did not fit. What had begun as a curiosity was quickly becoming something she couldn't live without. The pleasure was running high, driven up by the musky flavor and scent of the Ursaring. She wiggled her fingers between her stout body and the waistband of her jeans. Her panties were much easier to get into, and she rubbed the lips of her cunt. Tasting and nursing upon the Pokemon's nasty cock made her wet. It was time, she knew, to offer that pussy.

That blowjob might have started with indifference bordering on hostility from the Ursaring, but when CJ dared to stop, the big, feral bear started to grumble. Knowing just what he was complaining about, CJ rubbed his belly and nuzzled his groin reverently. "Relax! Relax. We're not done, big boy. Momma's got one better for you."

Given precious little space by the Ursaring, CJ undid her fly and, in a brief, one-armed crab walk posture, tugged down her bottoms. As she exposed her chubby butt and full hips, the Pokemon watched with noted interest. All too aware of the brown bear's eyes, CJ momentarily parted the lips of her cunt, baring pink flesh to him. Chuckling then, she kicked away her bottoms and rolled over onto her all-fours. Her stubby tail wiggled above her fine ass; she swayed side to side and purred to him, "C'mon, babe. It's what you've been bitching at me for."

It might have been impossible to tell exactly what the animal was thinking, but CJ anthropomorphized him and assumed that now that he had it, he didn't know what to do with it. If it was true, the Pokemon very quickly figured it out. He knelt down, shaking the earth with heavy bumps. Then he draped over CJ and rubbed his cock inarticulately against the lady bear. At first CJ was apt to let him bumble his way into her, but she felt it against her taint and anus, probing worrisomely at the latter.

"Mmm, nuh-uh, anal ain't happenin'," CJ contritely said. Helping to guide the Pokemon with a paw, she notched his big bear cock into her pussylips. The rest was on his shoulders.

One clumsy, feral buck forced the Ursaring's meat in to its base. CJ yowled in a mixture of pleasure and pain, but mostly the former. It was the taboo aspect of the sex which did it for her most of all, for a thrill-seeking woman like CJ, content in her sexuality, could think of no greater adrenaline rush than to get boned by a dumb beast.

Abruptly, the Pokemon got to work bucking and thrusting, slapping his blubbery body against CJ's beautifully thick ass. Both bears jiggled under their thick coats. CJ rapidly adjusted to the pain of the stretch, finding only pleasure at that point. She groaned and huffed, encouraging her new friend to go at her. He did not need the encouragement, but CJ liked to think that she was helping.

During such times, CJ loved to turn her head for a sloppy kiss. That wasn't going to happen with the Pokemon, so she kept her eyes awkwardly forward. For a time she considered the wrongness of what she was doing, but ended up dismissing the notion - she had not twisted the Ursaring's arm by any means. Reveling in the good sex and thick musk, CJ bucked her beautiful ass back and let her baser instincts do the talking.

Very soon, CJ and the Pokemon were grunting and roaring at each other. Ursine pillow talk, nothing more. She had no idea what they were saying to each other; it seemed to her that the act of talking at all was more important than what was being said. As the Pokemon kept rutting into her, she assumed rightly that she was a good fuck, and she hoped she communicated with her snarls and grunts that the Ursaring was a great lay himself.

CJ's bearish noises took on a strained, but more articulate tone. She started to whimper swears, uttered in pleasure. Her body was tingling, but never more so than in her well-loved box. She curled her toes and wiggled her tail; splayed down her round ears and drew her jowls up into a grimace. She came abruptly with a shriek, squirting down the Ursaring's cock and wetting his sheath. Her snatch clenched down like a vise with velvet walls.

The lady bear's writhing and whimpering meant nothing to the instinct-driven Ursaring. His partner's sudden new tightness was similarly meaningless, but the onslaught of pheromones delivered with her ejaculation was of subconscious interest.

Thrusting with all his uncaring might, the Pokemon snarled and brayed. His fat body shook and jiggled and drool clung to his jowls, lending him a slovenly, barbaric appearance. Those balls had pulled up taut to his loins and the pleasure was nearly at its peak. As suddenly as CJ had orgasmed, the Ursaring did the same; he bucked in hard, compressing his sheath against her cuntlips to force in the last minuscule bit of his cock. This occurred at the same time as his ejaculation, during which he pumped an unspeakably thick and potent load into the incompatible black bear. Yet in the Ursaring's mind, all needs had been met. He had exited hibernation, found himself a fine breeding partner and fucked her brains out. Content and still dozy, he draped over CJ, lying possessively atop her without crushing her.

Under any other circumstances, CJ would not have appreciated being laid upon. In the present moment, however, there was nothing she wanted more, and she peacefully lay beneath the Ursaring, closing her eyes and joining him in his post-sex snooze.