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A Delphox whimpered as she squatted on the porch. She could hear them coming as she squeezed her muscles. Pale fluid gushed from between her legs as she could feel the egg pushing it's way out. It hurt like hell, but she would endure the pain that coursed through her body. She could feel the egg sliding out as she grit her teeth. The pale yellow of the bottom of the egg breached her sore vagina, she held her muzzle as she squealed from the pain. Within moments the egg slid out before landing on the 'borrowed' chair cushion from the lone chair sitting on the porch. With her task finished the Delphox struggled to her feet from her squatted position. After pushing the egg out of her body the Delphox turned and staggered down the stairs of the porch while using her flames to leave a trail.

After the Delphox left her egg, one Greninja appeared from the clearing and started to scan the tree line as two Frogadier leaped behind to fall in line. They looked over to the small charred plants leading into the forest, a soft croak exited the Greninja's mouth before each of the trio crouched and dashed after their quarry. Unknown to the three attackers, the egg of their target simply rested on the porch unmolested through the day. Night fell as the egg remained in it's place generating it's own warmth.

Gregory rubbed his back as he exited the clearing to stare at his home. The two floor wood and brick house never felt so welcoming to him in his life. Behind him was a happily gurgling Goodra. She had a swollen eye from a punch from a Primeape but her cheerful demeanor couldn't be swayed. Next to the Goodra was a Blastoise with large chunk of packed berry rations hanging outside of his mouth.

“Man… I'm so happy that I'm done with ranger work… What a crappy retirement job." Greg sighed while slowly dragging his feet up the stairs. He froze as he noticed that, sitting near his rocking chair, was a pale yellow egg with a red color at the top.

“What…" Greg said tiredly before picking up the large egg. It was large enough that he had to hold it with both hands. His experience as a ranger let him know that he was holding a delphox egg, which confused him a bit. He could feel the warmth of the egg which felt like a warm glass in his hand.

“Natalie… Do we have a local colony of Delphoxes?" Greg asked turning to the Goodra who shook her head so swiftly that she splashed sweet smelling slime on the Blastoise and Greg; both of whom were used to being slimed by the overly affectionate Goodra.

“Hmmm. It's a little too late to go around hunting the parents. I'll leave a little food out so they might return." Greg said before allowing Natalie to open the door with her own set of keys. She was the only one of his pokemon that could manipulate the keys. Once the door was open, Greg stepped in with a deep breath before placing the egg on his recliner. He pulled his remaining rations out of his bag before setting them on the porch.

“What to do with you…" Greg said looking down at the egg with his brow furrowed. Greg grabbed a blanket from his closet before wrapping the egg with his blanket, leaving only the red color top of the egg uncovered as he yawned. Natalie cooed softly behind him before immediately taking the egg from the blanket and giving him a disapproving gurgle with a glare.

“Are you saying that I'm doing it wrong?" Greg pulled his ranger beret off of his head to scratch as he watched the Goodra hold the egg. She rocked the egg in her slimy grasp as she quietly cooed to the egg while rocking it. She turned away from Greg before heading to the basement which was her little room in their house.

Four Months Later

Amber, the newly named fennekin, skipped through the house with a burning twig inside of her mouth as a Natalie chased her. Greg and Tank worked on putting out the fires on the couch and the wooden table. Tank growled before turning his shoulder toward Amber and letting out a gout of water at the fennekin which put her pyromania to a sudden wet stop.

Amber paused while looking at Tank. She hated being wet and the water that came from the blastoise was always so cold, which only made matters worse! Amber bristled her fur as she stalked up to Tank, who turned his head to face her. The water type towered over her but she wasn't afraid of him.

“Tank. No fighting." Greg said with a tone of stern leadership, “Thanks for helping me out big guy. I'm sure you would enjoy the last bit of the cake in the fridge." Greg said as a completely unsubtle bribe to his pokemon. He watched as the water type considered his offer with a bit of drool running down his mouth before stomping into the kitchen.

Natalie sighed before she curled a head tentacle around Amber's torso before lifting her up face to face. She stared at the disobedient creature, Natalie started to make cooing and chirping noises while she moved her tentacles to allow Amber to look at all of the damage she had done. Natalie loved the fennekin like she was a daughter and no daughter of hers would get away with causing so much destruction.

Amber sighed before giving an apologetic whimper to Natalie who responded to the apology with an affectionate kiss on the top of Amber's head. Natalie released the fennekin on the slightly burned rug, Amber turned to Greg before giving him another sad whimper.

“We should really do something about your toys. There has got to be something in town for fire types to play with. We can't have you burning down the house, Yellow-butt." Greg mused before walking up to pet the fennekin.

Two years later

Amber fidgeted on couch uncomfortably. She was a fully mature fennekin and she was experiencing her first heat. Licking herself only did so much, she was in a permanent state of arousal was only getting worse as the night wore on. She hopped off the couch silently while gazing around, she could see the Blastoise snoozing in front of the television.

Amber pawed at his exposed head gently. She wanted his help and he was as close to an older brother as she had in this home. His opened his eye slowly with an audible squelch as his nictitating membrane opened, he turned his head toward her with a long and tired yawn.

She whimpered and explained her situation as the Blastoise stared at her. He gazed long and hard before yawning again. He then snorted before tucking his head into his shell and snoring hard enough to vibe his shell. Amber growled as she hopped on his shell trying to wake him back up, her effort got her nowhere as the water type slumbered completely unconcerned with helping her. A small part of her was little grateful that the male didn't respond. He wasn't really the sort of male that she was looking for? Rough hide, large bulky body, and nothing that she could curl up too.

Frustrated, Amber decided to ask the only other pokemon in the house, Natalie. She traveled down into the basement before giving a low howl as she reached the last stair. The entire floor of the basement was covered in an inch of goodra slime so she couldn't smell for the goodra, but she noticed a trail leading to the slightly ajar backdoor. Amber grumbled before hopping in the slime. It was sticky and sweet-smelling. She walked through it as every step created a loud slurp when she removed her paws to take the next one.

As Amber stepped out the back door she found Natalie sitting on a log. Around her floated unown spelling out various messages. Natalie had a look of horror on her face but she nodded calmly as the pokemon departed, when they were gone the goodra leaned back before letting loose a powerful purple beam of light through her mouth. Natalie continue to fire her dragon breath which frightened the little fennekin into whimpering softly, Natalie whirled to face her with a look of shock.

Natalie walked up to Amber while her features softened to the kind smile she normally wore. She used her horns to pick up the small pokemon before bringing Amber close enough to kiss on the top of her head. Amber squealed happily at the feeling of being picked up by her, she moved her horns slowly which gave the younger female the feeling of flying.

Amber yipped softly to be let down. Once the sticky horns retracted she turned around to face away from the goodra as she explained her problem. Natalie blushed till she resembled a krabby but she slowly steeled herself before sitting down in the grass with a wet splat, she explained to the fennekin about sex. Amber didn't blush even once but took in the lessons from her surrogate mother like a sponge. She tilted her head before asking if Natalie had any experience herself.

Natalie placed a tentacle under her chin before rubbing her chin, she blushed before nodding once. The goodra flinched when Amber started to yip and bark wanting the rest of the story, and she blushed before shaking her head. She didn't want to tell the story of her lover. It was a long and personal one. Amber lowered her ears before turning around, she learned enough from Natalie and wanted to fix her urges. Amber walked back into the living room but not before rubbing her paws on the throw rug near the basement entrance.

Amber still couldn't sleep with her nagging body urging her to mate. She padded her way up the stairs to Greg's room. Even if he didn't understand her, she understood him enough that he might be able to help. She could smell the sweat and soap from his room as she stepped inside, his feet were the only things she could see from the floor as the bed rocked subtly.

Amber hopped on the bed almost silently to take in the sight before her. Greg was stretched out on the bed with his eyes closed and his hand over his crotch. She watched as he made quick stroking motions on his crotch. Amber looked at the shaft while moving closer, once she was closer the naturally high heat caused Greg to flinch into a sitting position.

“Hello, Fuzzbutt, Um… You caught me having a little bit of private time. Are you hungry?" Greg asked while using his hands to keep his upper body balanced. He noticed that her eyes weren't looking up at him but focused on his crotch. “Uuuuuuh… What are you staring at?"

Amber looked up at him before blowing a thin cloud of smoke into his face. As soon as his attention was on the smoke Amber took her chance to get closer and sniff his organ. Her nose twitch as she could smell his sweat, his musk and the smell of the lubricant on his body. She licked the substance curiously, the taste was slightly sweet but reminded her of water in it's blandness.

Greg looked down at the fennekin as the smoke dissipated around him, he felt her tongue licking his shaft which only confused him further. Greg quickly picked up the fennekin by the scruff of her neck, he held her up to his face before giving her a distasteful glare.

“What do you think you are doing, Amber?" Greg said before putting her further away from him.

Amber whined softly before turning around and raising her tail, she revealed her swollen vulpine pussy. Amber let out of a low whine before walking backward toward him. Amber suddenly found herself stopped by his hand, she growl in annoyance before whipping around to stamp her paws in defiance.

“Um…No." Greg said sternly before picking her up, he calmly walked her out to the doorway of his room before gently putting her down and setting her down. “You should probably just take care of that alone." Greg said before slowly closing the door.

Amber started to bark, she waited for a moment to see if he would open the door but nothing happened. Amber sighed for a moment before howling to get Greg's attention, her loud howls were heard throughout the house as she ranted for her trainer's attention. Amber heard a thump before she stood at the door waiting for Greg to open it.

Another thump was heard before Amber realized that it was coming from the bottom of the stairs. She peeked at the edge of the stairs to notice that Natalie was coming up the stairs with a concerned look on her face, Amber yipped before she tilted her head in the direction of the door. Natalie yawned sleepily in response before opening the door and letting her back inside. Amber yipped happily before the door was shut behind her almost silently.

Amber decided that she didn't want to bother Greg yet he was still slightly rocking the bed with his actions. She knew that if she bothered him again she would just end up being put outside, so she walked to the close where her toy basket was kept. Since she wasn't allowed to bring burning sticks into the house, Greg bought her a large number of metal rods that she could heat and not destroy. She picked a large one before picking it up and she brought it to the middle of the room.

Greg finished stroking himself off, and while using tissue to clean up the evidence he turned to the other side of his bed to see that his fennekin was sitting on top of her metal rod. Greg watched her curiously as she started to move her hips on the rod, his eyebrows raised as she started to pant while rubbing herself faster. Greg watched as she finished with a long wail of pleasure before she stood up off of the slick rod. She placed it in her mouth before hopping on his bed, she nuzzled her warm head against his belly before curling up to sleep against him.

“You're a weirdo, fuzzbutt." Greg said before adjusting himself into a more comfortable location and dozing off. The exhaustion of his own relief was catching up with him and he couldn't be bothered with putting the vulpine pokemon outside of his door. While he wouldn't admit it to himself, the warmth from the fennekin was comfortable in his bed.

The next day

Greg ate his breakfast but he couldn't take his eyes off of the goodra and fennekin in front of him. They were talking while sneaking looks at him every few minutes, they were plotting and he didn't want a single part of whatever scheme they were hatching. Greg slid his plate to Tank who simply inhaled the food so quickly that Greg wondered if the blastoise even tasted the food going into his mouth. A soft gurgle from Natalie brought his attention to her pointing at him with her horns. Greg sighed before strolling over to the pair with his hands in his pockets, a sneaking suspicion that he wanted no part of the mischievous grins on their faces. Amber nodded to Natalie as they left their trainer scratching his head in confusion.

Amber followed the goodra down into the basement. She stood at the last step of the stairs. Natalie gurgled before grabbing a box. She pulled out a magazine called 'Naughty Trainers' and she flipped open a page to reveal a human woman in a maid outfit. She started to gurgle as she explained that the pictures in these magazines excite Greg. Amber's eyes widened in awe at the new information being presented to her; finally a chance to seduce the only interested male in their quaint little home. Natalie left the book open on the stair with minimal slime on it as she rummaged through other boxes for anything that would help. Amber glared at the book while using her paws to turn pages. She could see the text in the corners of all the pictures but she didn't know how to read the symbols.

Natalie turned her head at the noise of Amber whimper while staring at the text. The picture on the page was of a woman dressed as an officer with an impressively large baton buried deep in her asshole with a face of pure pleasure written on her face. Amber turned to her and patted the small text box near the woman. Natalie blushed slightly. She didn't expect the young pokemon to be interested in more extreme forms of play. Natalie nodded before leaning over her naive companion and she read the box which explained how the officer was a 'naughty' cop and the only way to deal with such a girl was to 'break her in.'

Amber listened to the explanation curiously while barking soft questions about the page. She tilted her head as the motherly pokemon explained to her the process of anal sex. Amber didn't know what to think of the act but Natalie turned around to produce more pornographic material. The curious fennekin tilted her head in thought as she noticed a theme in all of the magazine. The human women would put their mouth's over the male's penis or let him put his penis in their anus.

All of the sexual material was having an effect on her heat, her swollen vulpine need ached as she thought about Greg. She wanted him, but she wasn't sure how to convince him that she was an interested female. She pondered on the thought before grabbing one of the magazines in her mouth. Amber mumbled a soft thanks before climbing up the stairs with the soft patting of her paws on each step.

Amber came up the stairs to the sight of Greg quietly lifting his heavy rucksack. He glanced down and noticed her holding his magazine in her muzzle with a little slime dripping from the bottom of the magazine. Amber watched as he reached down to take the magazine from her, she tightened her grip on the pages while letting out a pleading whine. Greg gave another tug before sighing as he lifted the small vulpine pokemon off her paws while she held on the magazine. Greg quickly placed her back down with the magazine on the couch once the cover started to rip.

“You want that magazine that badly?" Greg asked curiously.

“Yip!" Amber responded.

“What if I gave you a cooking magazine? Natalie has a bunch of them around here." Greg tried negotiating with his stubborn pokemon, but his eyebrows raised as understanding crossed his face. “You understand what kind of magazine this is?"

Amber proudly nodded, she turned away from him before lifting her tail. She clinched her smaller pink asshole for emphasis on her knowledged. She might not understand the in's and out's of sex but she learned enough to feel confident. She turned around to face him again and his gaze was a rapidly swelling mixture of confusion and frustration.

“Fine. You can keep the book but only under one condition: Take a walk with me. We need to talk about your behavior lately." Greg said in his stern 'trainer' voice.

Amber gulped but dropped the book on the couch before walking to the door with her head hung low. The fennekin felt like she was preparing for a verbal beating. Greg sighed, taking his traveling baton and two small potion bottles from the counter before opening the front door. He held the door open for her to walk through.

Amber ambled through the doorway and down the porch before she turned to face the her trainer. She took a moment to take in his features as he approached her. He stood straight as an arrow with broad shoulders. His gait was one of confidence but quiet leadership as his soulful brown eyes latched onto her fiery orange ones. His slightly grizzled facial hair reminded her of a zigzagoon with it's unkempt nature that matched his rugged appearance. Amber felt warm emotions spread through her as she looked at him.

Amber thought about her feelings on her trainer. She knew that she wanted to mate with him, but that wasn't what bugged her the most. She stared at the grass as her mind raced as she tried to structure her thoughts to match her feelings. She was horny, but that wasn't all that clouded her mind. Amber yipped quietly to herself, she turned to look up at Gregory.

Amber gazed at him with a curious expression, she thought about his personality. Greg was always gently with her, he allowed her to practice fighting against other pokemon. She loved the way he carried her when she did well in a battle and the way he would rock her in his arms as he read some of his books. Greg was always there for her and she wanted to be there for him, but her brain racked for how she would please him as well. She didn't want to just have her physical needs met. She… loved him.

She didn't think about him as hers until she felt the desire to mate, but the walk gave her time to think. She trotted alongside the rugged ranger as he kept his strides slow to keep pace with her much smaller frame. A nagging feeling in the back of her mind made her worried that he was going to reject her out into the forest as an exile, but she pushed away the silly thought as she awaited his words with baited breath.

Silence was her only companion as they walked through the thick foliage that cast radiant lines of light into the underbrush, bathing the pair in soft warm luminescence. Amber basked in the sunlight but she couldn't enjoy it. As she turned to look at Greg, she found his brow was furrowed and he continued to wring his hands together as he often does when he is trying to focus his thoughts.

They reached a clearing before Greg found a log to sit on. He simply reached in his bag before pulling out a small bit of jerky. Amber eyes widened as she could feel her mouth watering at the smell of the strip of meat. He gave her the entire strip before looking down at her, watching as she wolfed the food down as quickly as possible. She was a little greedy when it came to treats.

“Well… What's going on with you, fuzzbutt?" Greg said, looking down at Amber with confusion.

Amber gazed back at her trainer before giving a small tilt to her head. Nothing was going on with her in her mind. She moved closer to him while licking her muzzle free of the final taste of meat. Greg's hand ran over the tips of her ears, the heat emanating from them reminded him of sitting too close to a campfire. Amber nuzzled her head into his hand as she watched him; the lightly calloused hands moved down behind her ears to scratch.

“Tell me, what's going on with you. You've been taking my porn, trying to mount your toys…" Greg sighed looking down at the fennekin who pressed her head into his hand while he scratched her ears. “I'm worried about you."

Amber looked up at Greg, she felt the frustrated that she couldn't talk to her trainer as she could at her other companions. She thought about how to communicate her desire to her trainer. It wasn't just animal lust that flowed through her, but that problem was still teasing at her body. She let out a long sigh before hopping up to Greg's knee, the force pushing him back before they both went tumbling over the other side. Amber sat on his chest before looking down at him, she was frustrated and she would let him have it.

“Yip Yip Yip!" Amber started barking out every word of her frustration before turning around to give him an eye full of her swollen need while she angrily pawed at his crotch. Her mind was racing on how to communicate with her trainer, she wish she could speak to humans like some of the more human-like pokemon.

“Stop Stop Stop Ow…! I get it, I get it. You're horny. It's just that it's weird… I mean you're small and a pokemon. We aren't even the same kinda creature." Greg said before trailing off as Amber whirled around on him, her bright red eyes had small tear trails as she started yipping in low tones.

Greg brought his arms around Amber as he curled himself over her, his chin resting on top of her head. The heat was making him sweat slightly as he held her close, her yipping and barking lowered to quiet sniffles. Greg sighed as guilt started to strum on his heart. He didn't want to hurt the fennekin's feeling's but he managed to make her cry. Greg held her in his arms as he stood up before walking back toward the house. He stroked her head and back as she whimpered in a soft combination of hurt feelings and annoyance.

Greg opened the door to find that his other pokemon were stuffing their face with poffins as the smell of the sweet scented pastries wafted through the room. Greg smiled as the scent of Pecha berry and sweetened bread tickled his nose. He turned to Natalie who glaced at the sobbing fennekin in her grip. Greg gestured for her to follow him into the kitchen, as he took his seat while gently placing Amber on the table. He sighed as Natalie sat next to him with a soft squish.

“Natalie, I need your help. Can you translate for me?" Greg asked.

Natalie nodded before using her horns to grab a notepad and pen from the table, Natalie was fluent in human and pokemon. She smiled as her talents were needed once again by her trainer, she gave a warbling cry with a smirk while her horns held the pen and paper expectantly.

“Amber. What's wrong? I'm not trying to hurt your feelings I'm just trying to understand." Greg asked looking at Natalie. “She can write whatever you say so that I better understand you."

Amber turned and glared at Natalie before letting out a loud series of barks. Even without understanding her words, irritation colored every bit of her voice. Natalie placed a hand to her mouth while she translated, a mischievous smirk on her face as she turned the notepad to Greg.

“Amber : Why didn't you just do this in the first place?!" Greg chuckled as he read aloud.

Amber sighed before she slowly collected herself. She stepped closer to Natalie while quietly yipping. She felt embarrassed as she spoke. It was one thing to feel the emotions, but another to just casually talk about them. She slowly talked about her feelings, her needs and what she wanted to tell Greg. Natalie reached over before grabbing her body and slowly rocking her in her slimy grip.

Greg watched as Natalie and Amber chattered while the horns moved over the paper with the grace of a well oiled machine. Once she was finished she used the pen to slide the paper to Greg, a smile on her face as she rose from her seat to rejoin the blastoise in eating poffins. Greg picked up the paper, his face broke out in a small smile as the first thing he noticed was a crude picture of a fennekin with a heart in her mouth.

“Dear Greg, I am in heat but that isn't what I'm trying to say. I've become attracted to you. I'm not just talking about sexually. I sleep near your door when you go to bed, I follow you around, I like the sound of your voice. I love you but I want you to love me back. I know I'm a pokemon but what does that matter?!" Greg chuckled to himself as another picture of a shouting fennekin was below the sentence. “I don't care what it takes. I want you and Natalie doesn't seem to want you, Tank is just weird so he doesn't count. Please just give me a chance. Please just one chance."

Amber wagged her tail on the table in anxiousness, Natalie had written everything that she said perfectly as she had said it. She wanted to know his answer but his eyes went even further down the page... was there more? She padded closer before sitting again, the tension was killing her as she watched his expression like a skarmory spotting a meal.

“P.S. I think you should take her up on the offer, not like any other humans are around. She has spent quite a while trying to learn how to seduce you. If she wanted to just mate then she could have easily attracted a male outside the house." Greg finished while looking at a picture of a Delphox that had arrows pointing to an obscenely large buttocks. “Think about it." Greg finished reading before balling up the page.

Amber looked downcast as she watched her dreams become crushed. She felt Greg's hands grip her by the nape of her neck as he carried her into the bedroom. She wasn't paying attention as he placed her on the mattress, until he slowly undressed himself which caught her attention. Amber watched as he removed all of his clothing before sitting on the bed next to her. She moved closer unsure of what this meant.

Greg chuckled softly, as he sat in the nude. “Well? You wanted your shot… I'm giving it to you. You are free to refuse and go back down stairs." Greg didn't want to admit he was just as confused and nervous as she was.

Amber's ears perk up as she reared up before pushing his chest, she was happy when he let himself fall back. Once Greg was on his back, she walked over before looking down at his face, she flicked her tongue over his face. She closed her eyes as she passionately licked him, she didn't have a clue what she was doing but she was giving it her all. She felt his hand reach the back of her head as he drew her closer. He pressed his lips to her muzzle before returning her licks with a kiss of his own. Amber's heart thumped in her chest as he started to kiss along her muzzle until his mouth reached her ears. He started to nibble along the outer edges which sent shivers down her spine.

Amber looked at the human as he broke off from nibbling her ears. He was amazing. She felt proud that he had given her this chance to show what she could do. She looked over his body carefully while trying to think what to do to please him, she didn't have much knowledge other than what the magazines had picture off and… The thought struck her like a freight train as she scampered of the bed and into the closest.

Amber quickly returned with one of her smaller metal rods, she dropped it on Greg's chest before turning around and lifting her tail. She looked over her shoulder expectantly. She wasn't sure if she could convey her message without Natalie around, but she would damn sure try her best. Amber watched as Greg reached for a bottle of liquid on the counter. He opened the bottle before slowly lathering the toy with the slippery substance. She watched as he slowly poured the liquid over the stick, so she shivered as she wondered how it would feel inside of her. The stick suddenly felt more intimidating to her but she wanted to please him. She huffed slightly while blowing out a small bit of smoke from her muzzle.

Greg started to rub the toy against the the outside of the Amber's swollen need before he noticed that she stat down on his chest before raising her tail, exposing her tiny puckered hole. He looked at the hole before gazing at the small rod, he didn't know what to think of his pokemon as she looked over at him with a small vulpine smile on her face. He shrugged while looking up at the pink star in front of him, his nervousness at becoming a poképhiliac was slowly eroding away at the idea of anal play.

Amber gave a soft sigh as she could feel the cool rod poking at her rear. Even with it being six inches of length she felt nervous. She started to pant slightly, the rod was pushed slightly into her body… It hurt a slight bit as she clenched her mouth shut to not worry her trainer. She relaxed as the initial pain subsided to a comfortable pressure, and he slowly pulled the rod out before returning it. She gave a soft whimper of pleasure as the slightly pleasant pressure returned.

“How does it feel?" Greg asked concerned about the small fennekin.

Amber wagged her tail before turning to face Greg's penis. The organ was limp and laying across his crotch. She stepped closer with the toy still inside of her, and began to lick at the flaccid penis. She wasn't sure of what she was doing but she remembered what she saw in his book: humans usually put each other's organs inside of their mouths. She carefully opened her muzzle before lapping the cock into her mouth and holding it there. The size difference between them made the cock feel so big inside inside her mouth.

Greg chuckled, “Try sucking on it, lick on it." Greg suggested with an encouraging rubbed under her tail. Greg started to slide the toy only a few inches in and out of her body. He watched as she slowly bobbed her tail in response of the treatment. Ragged hot breath hit his cock in waves each time his fingers tickled her pussy, or when he pushed the rod in a little further each time.

Amber whimpered as the toy was stretching her now tender sphincter. The rod glided in so smooth that the pain was nearly non-existent as she focused on the penis inside of her mouth. She couldn't get a seal around the cock with her muzzle but she lowered her head as much as possible. The feeling of his cock head sliding into her maw felt strange as she tried to avoid gagging, but at that depth she could suck. She heard Greg give a sigh of pleasure as she tried to suck the large organ in her tiny mouth. She was doing something well!

Greg pulled the toy out, watching as the abundance of lube slowly trailed from her asshole and around her swollen vulpine pussy. His cock throbbed as she struggled to give him oral. He paused to admire the soft gagging noise she made as Amber tried to swallow his cock. She pulled back with a small amount of pre-come clinging to the bottom of her muzzle. Greg gently picked her up before standing up and turning her around on the bed, her rump was pointed at him as she turned to face him.

Amber gathered smoke into her mouth before exhaling it into a small black cloud shaped like a heart, she winked as the smoke dissipated in the air. Amber turned to face the opposite wall as she slowly rocked her rear legs in what she hoped was a tantalizing manner, she felt ready but a quick glance over her shoulder let her know that Greg was much bigger than her smallest toy. She swallowed nervously before closing her eyes and facing the wall.

“You're a little small for me, fuzzbutt..." Greg chuckled noticing her reaction as her head drooped a little and she gave a defeated grumble.

Greg gripped her hips. The warmth of her soft fur was comforting on his hands as picked her up and laid on his bed. The human lowered her into a standing position on top of his crotch. He poured the lube over his cock until his crotch was covered in the slippery liquid and he grinned at her as she looked down in confusion at the mess near her paws. She sniffed at the liquid curiously.

“What now, yellow-butt?" Greg teased while scratching gently under her chin while she yipped affectionately at him. The pleasure in her vulpine smile spoke volumes to him. She seemed attentive to his own needs as she looked at his shaft. He could almost hear the gears turning in her head.

Amber sat on top of his penis while adjusting herself. She pressed her puffy vulpine mound against his penis along the shaft. The pressure felt nice against her body, she started to rock her hips quickly, the awkward motion felt good. The warmth of his shaft spurred her on as she felt the slick shaft twitch with enough force to rock her hips. The smooth skin felt like electricity on her body as she increased her speed. Amber could feel her body rocking as she slid along the shaft. She wasn't sure if it was pleasurable to her…lover? Mate? The fennekin wasn't sure what to think of him.

Greg brought her out of her inner musings as he bucked his hips, which caused his cock to slide along her mound rapidly. She glanced up at him with a combination of a pleasure and confusion. Greg reached a hand down to her hips before gliding her back and forth across his cock. His other hand gripped the still lubed toy as he quickly slid it into her tiny puckered hole. Each slide forward brought her further off the toy and along his shaft, while each slide backward sent the toy deeper into her body. Greg couldn't help but feel a little animal pride as the quivering fennekin panted from the twin sources of pleasure; his lizard brain pushed away any other notion of doubt he had about the fennekin.

Amber quivered as she felt her orgasm hit as she felt the toy sink into her at such a rapid pace. She couldn't think of anything else as her mound quivered with the thick meat between her legs. Her swollen mound leaked as she continued allowing Greg to slide her back and forth on his shaft, she felt like she was on a bumpy ride as he bucked his hips to meet her momentum. Amber clenched down hard on the toy while it slid around her tender hole. The pain was gone and replaced by pleasure while she rode out orgasm after orgasm.

Amber watched as Greg tensed beneath her, his dick quivering before a gout of semen sprayed across his stomach and chest. Her nose quivered at the scent as Greg relaxed his grip before flopping on his back. She felt as exhausted as he was but she felt like she should do a little more for her sweaty, panting, and tired human. She lapped the salty tasting liquid off of his belly while savoring the taste. She also made sure to allow her tail to touch a little of the semen on his chest to share the scent with Natalie.

“You pass…" Greg said while panting on his back, “There is a little more to my heart than sex but. uh…. I'm exhausted. I'll explain that part tomorrow fuzzbutt." Greg slacked in his afterglow as Amber quietly lapped at her vulva in quiet agreement. The pair relaxed in each other's company as the night wore on, their relationship forever changed from that point onward...