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--Mira--

The two of them had their fun the night before. I was happy for Cocoa, she needed … well, an answer, really. To what she felt. To what she wanted. I knew she’d be happier for it, no matter what conclusion she came to.

I was happy for them, though. I knew he liked her, even if he would never have broached the topic himself. Besides, she was good to me, sweet and kind. She deserved a little happiness in her life… and honestly she needed a good fuck, besides.

With a laugh and a smirk, I realized as I thought it that Claire was definitely rubbing off on me.

Speaking of, we’d have to figure out when we were going to take our turns. He … I knew master was waiting for it. Waiting for us. I could feel his eagerness every time my ribbons held him, every time his hand idly caressed me.

Claire was reading my mind again, and brushed her thoughts against mine with a sense of lewd appreciation of the view, the way my ribbons were dancing up and down his arm made her think of all the other things I could be doing with them. To her. Images tinged with lustful shades of purple and yearning bright golden orange.

After everything we’d been through, it didn’t surprise me. But I shot her a thought in return, an open-ended inquiry of what I’d be getting in return. Her response was to flash me a grin, and make a show of her tongue, licking her lips.

He’d like that, wouldn’t he? Claire and I both knew, as she came over to join us, exactly where this was going. We were going to put on a show for him, get him so turned on he couldn’t possibly hold back… and then I’d put him to work, make him please us both.

She looked up at him, her hands slowly beginning to caress me as I lay in his lap, and I made a show of rolling onto my back, my ribbons sneaking up his arms and around to caress his cheeks, guiding him to watch as she ran her slender, clever little fingers through my fur, slowly teasing me, wandering so close, yet so far away from the pleasures my body was already hungering for.

I felt it, rising against my back. He was transfixed on it, as she began to rub my waiting pussy, he wanted to see it as badly as I was beginning to want to feel it. But she kept teasing, slow and patient, pushing those fingers against me, rubbing and grinding and giving me no relief, until, with a playful whip of my ribbons against her ass, I tugged her in, to make her give me what I wanted.

Her tongue was more than I’d ever expected, full and insistent, clever, twisting and writhing inside me, overwhelming and everything I could have dreamed of. In that moment, with a pleading whine, I forgot my end of the bargain entirely, all I could do was buck and grind against that wonderful feeling, lost in her thoughts, in his feelings, in the moment, and all the pleasure I was about to get.

It was her tug at my ribbons that brought me back, with a moment of apologetic embarrassment as I began to try and reciprocate, but it was almost impossible with how thoroughly she was burying soft tongue and firm fingers inside me.

I’d make it up to her. Oh, we’d definitely need to do this again. I was surprised, as I slid my way into her, the penetration was easy, I’d expected some kind of resistance, tightness, clutching, or something, but she took it, everything I had to give, without any trouble at all.

He did more than keep her limber, that was sure. She blushed at my thoughts, but I got a glimpse of it, how easily he’d fit in now, compared to their first times. Her body took to it like a spearow to flight. Once she got started, it was all she knew or wanted in those moments.

Moments like these, I realized, as I began to twist and flex my ribbons inside her, rubbing her all over in ways she’d never felt before. I had her writhing and pleading and then, all too quickly for my tastes, climaxing so hard she almost collapsed.

I didn’t have time to feel disappointment though. Master hadn’t been idle, he’d managed to pull it out, waving it in front of my face. I was about to say something, but … but I remembered I did promise, back in the gym, and… well, maybe it wouldn’t be as fun for me, but I did promise.

I’d do it, like he wanted, no teasing, this time. My tongue lapped over his waiting head, as my ribbons slipped free from Claire’s dripping wet depths, as she moved to please him, too. My thought to her was a somewhat confused inquiry as to what we’d do now. My plans just derailed.

Her answer, as she struggled to join us in the armchair was to take the other side of his cock, backing her fluffy tail up against his hand, coaxing him to finger her while she made a show of shamelessly making out with me around him. Two could, and obviously should play at that game, I realized, guiding his other hand to my own waiting depths with my ribbons, still wet from her.

While we had managed to distract each other, his focus was unwavering, rhythmically pistoning his fingers into us as we saw to his pleasure together. She took him in her mouth, and guided me down to his heavy sack, and he moaned, pushing deeper into both of us while she bobbed over him.

I’d need her to teach me exactly how she made him sound like that. It set me on fire inside to hear him make those noises. His feelings were a blurry mix of pleasure and need, satisfaction and yearning. All I could see was the way his hips bucked, the way she pushed herself down, the sounds of her gagging, and struggling for breath between swallows.

I didn’t think I’d ever like being treated like that… but watching her do it? Fuck… fuck yes. Take it you slut! Take his fucking dick!

Embarrassed, I realized I’d said it out loud, and loudly… but she just pulled off enough to giggle, looked me dead in the eye, and whispered “Yes, mistress.”

He loved it even more than I did, his feelings were plain as day even without all of the extra training Claire and I had done. His throbbing cock made it obvious even if his fixated gaze and the hard penetration of his fingers hadn’t.

I got up, slipping free from his grasp, putting one paw against the back of her head, pushing her down, stepping on her as she gagged and choked and did everything she could to swallow and breathe without resisting me at all. Watching the drool begin to pool around his cock was such a turn on I almost forgot that I actually was hurting her a little. I let up and she came up coughing, but she was looking me over with newfound appreciation, an image in her head of my ribbons, around her neck like a leash, her on all fours, being lead to him, ass up, head down to take his penetration while I watched.

She was such a filthy girl, but I loved it. I understood why he was so turned on by her. I understood why he wanted to see me like that sometimes. I wanted to see her like that, too.

“You’ll have to earn that.” I told her, slapping her ass with my ribbons. “Be a good little slut and get his cock ready for me.”

She didn’t bat an eyelash at it, all but diving back down on his cock, slurping and swallowing at it as though there were nothing else in the world but his risen need. He arched and bucked and moaned, but his eyes weren’t on her. He was watching me, his hands were on me. His touch was mine, his cock was mine. He wanted to fuck me, even while she was giving him the best blowjob he probably had ever had, he wanted my pussy. My body.

Skies above! Fuck. I’d never felt like this before. Neither had she. She loved it, she was on fire, the way we were treating her, the way she was being used, like a whore, like nothing… she wanted to get off so bad, but she was ours, we would decide when, and where and how… and she knew it. And she wanted it.

“Enough.” I said, all but shoving her off of his dick, before climbing up in his lap, and sinking myself down on it, hard, right in front of her nose. “Lick.” I commanded, my ribbons around her neck like she wanted, guiding her to slip her tongue over where he and I were connected.

She set to her task with a passion, looking up at me, and then at him for approval. His hands on her cheeks made her blush and sent a wave of pleasure through our connected feelings. He whispered softly, to her, words for her that made me feel jealous even as his cock twitched and throbbed inside me.

“Good girl, Claire… don’t stop.”

I understood. Why she liked it. The way those words made me feel, the way it felt for her to get that praise in front of me. I understood, and I wanted it, too. I wanted it too… so the next time he and I were alone, I was going to make him say it. I was going to make him say that to me.

But here and now… no, all I needed was master’s hard cock in me, and our good little slut in front of us, waiting to tonguefuck his cum out of me.

I made her watch, made her listen as he took me in his hands, pushed and pulled and moved my whole body, treating me like some kind of toy. It was… it was humiliating, but I loved the way he was making me feel inside. I loved the way I was making him feel.

I loved it, all of it. Loved her, too. Even if she was a slut. Maybe especially for it.

-- Claire--

Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck yes! Fucking … wow! Where the fuck did -that- come from? I wondered, as I ran my tongue over his heavy sack, admiring the way his cock spread Mira’s tight little pussy open.

I’d never have guessed it, or imagined how badly I wanted it, but when she stepped on the back of my head? Made me choke on his cock like that? I’ve never wanted to be fucked more badly in my life. My thoughts brushing against him were pleading, plaintive whining for him to save some for me. To please, please just fuck me like the little slut I was.

The way he looked down at me, the smile he saved just for me, a smile she couldn’t see, I knew. I knew he was committed to fucking her senseless, but he hadn’t forgotten me. No. I was his good girl. My thoughts brushed his, quiet, pleading, yearning, and were met with golden hues, pride and pleasure and want, growing, flooding all of it. All of his senses.

I saw myself, lapping at his spent cock, his hands caressing me, coaxing me, making me go further, more and more, licking him all over. His plans, his wants. I saw him leading me into the shower, the way he was going to make me kneel, the way he was going to mark me. His filthy slut.

In his mind my head was bowed… but in mine, I looked up at him, mouth open, feeling that salty heat splash across my tongue, across my face. In my mind when he fucked me tonight, it wasn’t just my pussy he took, and I wanted it hard.

I wanted it, to feel his hand gripping my tail, to feel myself stretched open, tight around him. I wanted to see it through his eyes, as I pushed myself back against his cock. I wanted to feel it through him.

His thoughts and mine mingled briefly, promises of being fucked like the little whore I was. His teasing treatment of me, being his favorite little slut. His personal filthy fantasy. It all drove me crazy. I needed him so badly!

I wanted so many things from him, most of all to look into his eyes when he flooded me. To see that want, that need, the satisfaction, the pleasure. I wanted all of it.

But here and now, I had a task, he wanted me to do it. She wanted me to do it. My tongue belonged on both of them right now.

Fuck it tasted so good… She tasted so good!

--Trainer--

“Mira… oh ...fuck I’m about to…” I couldn’t have held it back, not a chance. She was so tight it almost hurt, clamped down on me, writhing and bucking against me as I held her, moved her whole body to fuck her. Every time Claire’s tongue slid against her, she spasmed, bucked, whimpered. Her eyes were locked to mine, ribbons around my arms and shoulders. Our eyes met as I came inside her, as deep as she could take me.

Her pleading whine only grew as I pushed and pulled and fucked her harder, throbbing and twitching inside her. She’d never been fucked like this before, she’d always set the pace. But tonight she let me have it… so I let her have it.

Finally, panting, grinning, weary, mutually, I let it slide out, my cock half-hard flopped in front of Claire’s face. She moved in close but Mira spoke up, a single commanding word. “Wait.”

I had no idea what she was up to, but she shifted in my arms, squirmed free, and curled up halfway on the arm of the couch. “Don’t forget his balls.” She said, watching Claire closely. Her ribbons slid over my chest, loving little caresses as the two of us watched Claire lap away at my cock.

Mira looked up at me after a moment, and stretched. “I still prefer setting the pace myself, but…. But if you wanted to do that again sometime, I wouldn’t mind.” She said, with a contented sounding yawn. “I’m sure you two have a few things you want to do, I’ll see you both in bed. Understood, Claire?”

Claire paused long enough to watch Mira go, her eyes locked to the sway of the ass walking away from us. “Yes, mistress!” She called out, before diving back to my cock, looking up at me as she let it slide to the back of her mouth.

It was a little while before I felt up to a shower, but she didn’t protest at all, just kept up her affections, her hands running up and down my thighs. Our thoughts drifted together, and she blushed deeply at my perspective, in my mind, she wasn’t just giving me a blowjob, it was damn near an act of worship.

“You’re not wrong.” She said at last, as I got up from the chair. “I’d do anything for you. I really would. I’m really going to, tonight... let’s go get that shower, master. I want you inside me.”

After the past couple days, it took some doing for her to get me back up in the shower, her devoted little affections drawing me to life even as we traded perverse ideas and fantasies to each other. She didn't mind at all, letting me tease and toy with every sexy, sultry feminine aspect of her body.

Her perky little nipples were quickly becoming my favorite little treat, her sensitive body squirmed beneath my touch, and her dainty hands clutched at my head as I suckled and nursed on each little nub. She didn't produce, but that wasn't the point. She was dripping wet by the time I was done, and penetrating her well adjusted pussy was heavenly.

We started off slow and gentle, but her thoughts were fixated on my cock satisfying the other girls. She kept thinking about it, seeing Mira get her tight pussy stretched. The way Tempest kept trying to stretch away the soreness in her jaw. My release dripping down Cocoa’s leg.

The more she thought about it, the more passionate our lovemaking got, soon, she was clutching at my shoulders, her legs trying in vain to wrap around me as my hands gripped her ass, gravity pulling her down hard on my cock.

It was my thought to her that really did it, the way she looked, watching Tempest, as a rockruff. The awe and pleasure in her eyes as she watched Tempest, swallowing my release for the very first time.

The way I felt when she brought me a new playmate. I loved it. I'd do it all over again if she brought a new friend home. If she found a girl willing, she could watch all she wanted, and suck my cock clean after.

Her response, through a trembling, shuddering, spraying wet orgasm was to look into my eyes and moan out long and loud; “Yes, master!”

She took everything I had to offer, moaned and trembled as I took her. And I took her. It wasn’t sweet, or loving, or gentle. Neither of us wanted that. I fucked her, rough and deep until she couldn’t stand anymore, and sprayed her down beneath the shower, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, her mouth open to receive me.

She didn’t hesitate at all, lapping at my spent cock, without a care in the world for it having just been inside her, and when she got me back up, I gave it to her, just how she wanted, feeling her gag and cough around me as I held her head in both hands, forcing her down harder.

Her thoughts… all seemed to fade away. She became a toy, a thing for pleasure. She loved it, loved how it felt. To not have to do, or to think, or to be anything except to have me inside her. Loved being made to feel small, and insignificant, and used.

She knew I loved her, that I wanted her, and that I cared for her… but this need… this ran too deep to ignore. We made love, we cuddled, but somewhere in the back of her mind, this was always there, waiting to be answered.

What I gave her, what she gave me… it was something maybe nobody else in the world would really understand, human or pokemon. We treasured it, and each other all the more for it.

It didn’t matter at all to me that she was still a bit more than damp, when I pulled her into my arms in bed that night. She was exhausted from how hard I had her, but she still gave Mira everything she could. The two cuddled up close to me, and it would be impossible to say who fell asleep first.