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It was common to see Pokemon walking free alongside their trainers. They usually had corresponding Pokeballs, but for one reason or another, they chose to follow their trainers on their own two legs. For Martii, it had been the norm since the day she captured her Pancham.

The Pokemon's given name was Pan-Da, because Martii had a sense of humor, and he followed his trainer to the ends of the earth, defending her to the best of his abilities, existing as pet, friend, and guardian. Setting Pan-Da apart from the other Panchams was the dogtag necklace Martii had given him. It was oversized, intentionally so, meant for him to grow into.

One day, following a particularly rough afternoon of battling through the woods, Pan-Da evolved. The evolution left him a Pangoro, a bear beast standing more than a head above his trainer and beset with a perpetual scowl. The dogtag fit him perfectly and he wore it well. Martii the polar bear was delighted with her beloved Pan-Da's new form. Besides his greater strength and sheer intimidation value, Martii found another plus: bear hugs. She loved to throw her arms around him, and he did the same. It was a holdover from his last body, when Martii would hug him up close and pull him against her plush bosom. Now the tables were turned, for the Pangoro could lift her up with ease.

But with the good came something bad. Pan-Da was still Martii's loyal companion whom would sooner die than let her come to harm, but he had crossed over into his adulthood. With maturity came new hormones and biological needs. Martii often caught Pan-Da peeping on her when she bathed at the hotels along their travels. He had done so as a Pancham, but only innocently, wanting to see where his trainer had gone to and sometimes joining her, splashing under the shower head with no regard as to Martii's nudity.

That innocence was now vacant from Pan-Da's severe eyes. Martii was taken aback by his sordid grumbles. She often spotted him with erections under his fluff, and he sported them without self-consciousness.

Martii decided to take Pan-Da to a breeding center to let him blow off some steam. It was a fine plan, hardly unusual for a Pokemon trainer. Along the way were some fertile grounds for training, however, and the breeding center would be open for hours. Martii thought some battling would give him valuable experience and work him up for his stay at the breeding center.

As they scoured the woods looking for trouble, Pan-Da was uncooperative. At worst he scared off the wild Pokemon by braying and snarling; at best he simply ignored their challenges and chewed sprigs of bamboo.

Once interested in a fight, the Nidorino which Martii had managed to disturb merely skulked away, rebuffed by Pan-Da's dismissive attitude. Martii scowled down at her Pokemon and booted his belly with her sneaker, causing his blubbery bulk no harm. "You lazy-butt!"

Pan-Da scoffed and batted at Martii's foot, missing it. He let his paw flop in the grass, looking away from her, feigning disinterest.

"You'd better pay attention to me," Martii growled, straddling the Pangoro. She swiped the bamboo from his lips and gnawed it herself. That earned his attention and ire, and he snuffled in her face accordingly. "You've been so moody since you evolved! You used to love a fight." Kneading his fluffy breast and staying mindful of where her rear was in relation to his groin, she urged, "Come on, let's go train."

For the moment, it seemed as if Pan-Da had acquiesced to Martii's suggestion. He started to get up, and Martii hurriedly made to scoot off of him.

It was then that Pan-Da snatched up two handfuls of her. The polar bear squeaked. Pan-Da's grasp was not painful, but very possessive. He held a breast in one paw, a hip in the other.

Under her snow-white fur, Martii's blush was just barely visible. She clutched both of Pan-Da's wrists and frowned. "Hey, come on," she feebly urged him, to what end she didn't know.

Pan-Da grunted and pushed Martii off into the grass. He then reached for her groin, groping her implacably. Martii gasped, clenching her thighs together, but the Pokemon had incredible strength in his paws. First he spread her legs, then squeezed her muff through her jeans and panties. "Mmh, he-hey! Pan-Da!!"

In spite of herself, Martii was getting wet. She puffed indignantly and made one more effort to close her thighs, only to be denied by her Pokemon.

It had been months since Martii had been physical with anybody. Pokephilia was universally frowned upon and illegal in most countries, but she opened her fly and set a hard, determined face. Shoving down her jeans and panties while Pan-Da watched and drooled, Martii huffed, "Okay. Okay. But we can't get caught."

The Pangoro understood but did not care. He grabbed Martii's bottoms by their crotch and tugged them down, succeeding only in inverting the legs when their openings caught on her sneakers. Martii grumbled and clumsily yanked her pants loose, but even as she shook her feet free, Pan-Da was forcing himself on her. He buried his snout in her loins and slurped her from the pucker of her anus to the hood of her clit. She gasped and quaked, giving up on the other leg. It hung off of her left sneaker like a partially-shed skin.

All Pan-Da was doing was tasting his trainer. He had no concept of giving her pleasure using his tongue. His licks and snuffles in her box made her moan and coo, but he was too addled with hormonal lust to connect the dots.

Pan-Da's cunnilingus lasted only a short time anyway. He was hard, sporting a dense, blunt penis. It looked like what Martii was used to from a circumcised member, with only some negligible variations on the theme. Martii clutched the pink flesh and bit her lip. It was thick, sweaty from the inside of its sheath, and oozing pre.

Still biting her pretty, black lip, Martii planted a paw on Pan-Da's gut and shoved with all her might. Her strength was no match for the Pangoro but her suggestions were, and Pan-Da flopped obediently onto his back. His cock stood up tall in all its masculine glory. Martii yanked her pants off of her ankle at last. Wearing only her shirt and sneakers, she straddled Pan-Da's stout loins, facing the Pokemon whom stared up at her with flagrant lust.

"I know how you feel," Martii shamefully admitted, gripping Pan-Da's cock. She ground her damp folds against it, penetrating herself quickly. She gasped, grimacing. Pan-Da was very well-hung and she was glad to be in a position which let her set the pace.

As it turned out, Martii wanted it hard anyway. She slid down the Pokemon's shaft slowly, settling against his hips. His balls throbbed below, matched by the steady, breathing pulse of his member. "Ooh, boy." The girl's tone was a shameful one. Not only was fucking her Pokemon wrong, but she knew she was opening a can of worms in making herself available to him. Yet that didn't matter to her just then.

She started riding, pulling up and bucking downward, mashing her chubby body against Pan-Da. Her breasts were held tight in a sports bra and fastened down even more by a t-shirt, but they managed to heave just a little in their bondage. With a partner who would have appreciated them, Martii would have taken her shirt off. To Pan-Da, they were just padding, so she left them hidden.

Martii gripped Pan-Da's coarse fluff, causing him no pain as she pounded against him and tugged his fur for support. "Ooh, gosh," she puffed, closing her lovely blue eyes. Pan-Da snuffled and grumbled beneath her, his vocalizations all manners of sordid. He seemed content to let his trainer do the heavy lifting. It was just as well for Martii whom worked up a sweat and felt the burn of exercise in her chubby body. The pleasure was foremost in her thoughts, the taboo a close second, and third was the coy acknowledgment that this lay covered her jog for the day.

Riding her Pangoro's fat prick stretched and pleasured Martii. She was unbelievably damp, coating Pan-Da's cock and wetting his sheath with her juices. As roughly as she pleased, she jerked his fur but seemed to affect no reaction. What did affect her Pokemon was her crude riding. Though his cock throbbed even idly, it was beginning to pulse even more boldly as he came nearer to his orgasm. Had Martii stopped, she could have counted his pulse by the rhythmic swell of his penis; but trivial data meant nothing, and neither did the very real chance of getting caught in a forest so popular with trainers.

The polar bear whimpered. The noise caught Pan-Da's attention, earning Martii a concerned look. Martii patted his snout firmly and shook her head, still dragging her thick ass down against his groin. "I'm okay. I'm okay..."

But Martii was not okay. She was in no danger or pain, but she was cumming. The pent-up polar bear gasped, then clenched her jaws and slapped her lips shut. Her back arched and her breasts proudly jutted outward. A shudder wracked her body, and then the pleasure of an orgasm tore through her. Loins burning, Martii squirted along Pan-Da's cock and gripped with all the strength in her fingers upon his fluff.

Orgasming saw Martii slow and eventually stop. Pan-Da was not quite there. He was also far from being patient and sympathetic in his time of need. He grabbed Martii's shoulder in one paw, a fistful of earth in the other, and rolled over atop her. His trainer shrieked in surprise but that was of no meaning to Pan-Da. Grunting, snarling, he bucked his hips. Instinct showed him the way. His fat balls swung, their lazy arc spanking Martii's upended, chubby ass.

In the grip of afterglow, Martii was incredibly tender. She whined and inarticulately begged things of Pan-Da. Even she didn't know what she was saying. In the confusion and because of the overwhelming sensations, Martii started to cry a little bit.

Pan-Da continued, unaffected by it all. He was so close to his first orgasm and it teased him, tickling his brain and tingling in his loins. Soon the Pokemon's tongue flopped out. He drooled on Martii's prone neck and brayed hot, humid breath against her face. Martii was telling him something, saying his name. It didn't matter. He was cumming for the first time in his life.

The rush of the orgasm bowled over Pan-Da like a freight train. He fell nearly slack against his plush-bodied trainer, catching himself with his elbows. Stupid braying noises chundered out of him, matched in intensity by the load he shot into Martii. His trainer yowled and hugged him tightly around his neck. She was still crying, but a grin was stuck on her face. Her toes were curled sharply, bending her sneakers over Pan-Da's hips.

When Pan-Da came off of his orgasmic high, he rolled off of Martii and seemed neither to care to acknowledge nor remember what he had done. But Martii would never forget; and that was the day Pan-Da started obeying her in battle again.

Martii never did take Pan-Da to the breeding center.