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Ann shivered as she looked in the mirror. “Undeniably pregnant" was the phrase that came to mind. Her belly bulged just enough that she could no longer excuse it by saying she overate or just felt a little bloated. No, she was well and truly knocked up, with an egg from her lover. A Lucario. Even acknowledging that true but naughty thought made her feel all tingly. It was still difficult to accept that it was actually happening. That she was carrying his offspring, despite being human. At the same time, it wasn't as if she'd tried to prevent it from happening either, far from it. She and her Pokémon had fucked like rabbits for several weeks after the first time she'd let him go bare, taking load after load of his warm, virile seed into her thirsty womb, and – she recalled, blushing a little – probably specifically begged for him to breed her.

Well, Ann thought. Wish granted. Now, every time she went for a walk with Luka, people would notice. Not everyone would figure it out, of course, since she could theoretically have a proud boyfriend back home, but some would. Just like she had. Ann couldn't help but notice many pregnant women with a happy-looking Pokémon by their side. Every time they passed one – and there were a few, appropriately enough for spring – she played that little mental game too. Pokémon or Human, she called it, where she tried guessing if they'd been knocked up by their boyfriends and husbands, or their Pokémon. Every now and then it was obvious. The canines especially tended to look very proud, strutting along their owners, with that bouncy gait a very pleased dog might have. Sometimes it was a little harder to tell, especially if they were walking with both a male partner and their Pokémon.

What was a little less pleasant was the way her distended stomach kept bumping into things. It took a long time to adjust to her body changing, too. Her hips seemed a little wider, as if preparing to lay eggs, though it'd be a while yet.

On the other hand, the effect on Luka was exactly what she'd been promised. Her beloved Lucario did indeed get a boost out of fighting for the mother of his future offspring. Whether it was due to motivation or simply masculine, paternal instincts, Ann couldn't quite tell, but he was a sight to behold, sweeping the floor with even types he was weak to, and she quickly rose in the ranks of trainers, with almost weekly badges to add to her collection.

At the same time, she was swelling up more and more, until one day she realized that her old bra simply would not do anymore. Her breasts were only bigger, but also so tender that the overly tight squeeze around them was downright painful if she had to move at all. It had two be one or two cup sizes too small at this point, with her tits dangerously close to snapping the hook.

That meant buying a new one, and Luka insisted on coming along, sticking his cold nose into the nape of Ann's neck, or into her ear, until she relented with an exasperated sight. It only made sense, in a way. Luka was effectively her boyfriend. What bothered her was letting everyone know by parading him around. Why did she even have to produce milk when Pokémon hatched from eggs? It was one of those mysteries nobody really knew the answer to.

“You lovebirds have fun. Pick out something sexy for her, will you, Luka? Ann wouldn't know fashion if it bit her on the ass," her mother giggled, waving the two goodbye at the front door. “You deserve it for being such a good fighter!"

By this point, Ann wasn't even embarrassed about it anymore. Not with her mother or friends, anyway. It'd become part of normal, everyday life. “Oh shush, mom-“

“-and you don't let her pick one of those granny bras you can't even see through! Tell her she should be flaunting that cute body of hers!"

After that, Luka's tail wagged all the way to the store. On one hand, it was strangely adorable seeing him so happy and confident. On the other, Ann wanted to slap his rump to make him stop.

Regardless, she found herself quickly growing wet the moment she stepped out onto the street with her stud-mon in tow. He, of course, seemed to want everyone to know that it was him who'd done the deed, going as far as holding her hand as they walked. A little awkward, maybe. On the other hand, Ann figured, he deserved it. He was a good boy. Still, her cheeks burned with embarrassment, and her groin, equally, with arousal. Why did it turn her on so much? Was it purely because it was a little taboo, or did she perhaps have a new-found kink for it all?

Or was it just the hormones surging through her and ensuring it was all a pleasant experience, so that she'd end up doing it again? That she'd bond properly with her untraditional partner? It was a success on both counts, if that was the purpose.

Just the thought of someone noticing and starting to wonder how it might feel to fuck their own Pokémon was intensely erotic to Ann. While she didn't know why it was taboo to speak of such things in polite company, the fact that it was remained, and that made it exciting, as did the risk of being discovered_._ The fantasy blossomed in her mind; the lingerie store had changing rooms. Pretty private ones, given the intimate nature of the business. She could just let Luka have her while trying out a more comfortable bra. Or if not outright sex, the Pokémon had been showing a lot of interest in her increasingly heavy breasts. Could be he wanted to nurse on her – something a regular Pokémon would never get to do, given they hatched old enough to eat solid food – but every now and then, she wished he could just tell her want he wanted.

The shop they were headed to was Gardevoir's Secret. Named thus because of the voluptuous bosom that female Gardevoirs tended to have, even if they, themselves, never bothered to wear a bra. They sold the fanciest of lingerie, from pieces that looked like gift wrap, to fine and expensive lacey pieces that covered very little. Ann had a good idea of what she wanted, and she definitely deserved that treat, even if it was a little expensive. The owners, thankfully, were the kind who didn't ask any questions like those of a smaller store might. As hot as she felt – and she felt very hot – Ann was afraid she might die of embarrassment if someone called Luka her boyfriend.

Then again, why? She'd already gotten over the awkwardness of her mother's comments. She didn't even try to hold back her orgasmic moans when at home. It all circled back to it being ever so slightly taboo, she figured. Just enough to make her feel incredibly naughty each time she thought about it, but not so bad that she'd even dream of regretting it. Ah, maybe one day it'd become totally natural, and she'd introduce Luka as her official boyfriend each time they met someone new.

Finally at Gardevoir's Secret, they were demurely greeted by staff. The options seemed positively endless, but naturally, they only had one real option; the lace. She quickly picked out a few pieces that were borderline slutty – most of them leaving her swollen nipples just barely visible – while Luka mostly watched, as if appraising her choices.

She was interrupted by a tap on her shoulder. One of the owners, handing her a tissue with an apologetic look on her face. She glanced down at Ann's breasts. Oh no. She was already lactating. There was a wet spot forming around her nipples, clearly visibly through her light blue blouse.

“Oh Arceus, I'm so sorry. Can I use the dressing room for a bit?" Ann stuttered, and the owner nodded sympathetically.

“Absolutely. Don't worry, it's perfectly normal when you're expecting. Take all the time you need. Will your Lucario be waiting here?" she asked.

“He'll be j-joining me, I think," Ann stammered, and then rushed off to the changing rooms to take care of the problem, only managing to avoid tripping over the clothing racks thanks to blind luck. Luka followed her with his usual confident stride and a winsome smile on his face.

She didn't even dare breathe before they closed the door behind them. Then, Luka nuzzled her chest, and she saw him stick his tongue out to trace over the damp surface of her blouse.

“Not now," she hissed, but didn't protest as Luka began to unbutton her shirt, quietly wagging his tail with each button he popped. After that, he reached behind her – lingering with his hands on her back for a moment – and unhooked her bra as well.

Ann let out a reflexive sigh of relief as the pressure in her chest immediately eased up a little, with the far too small bra out of the way. Her mounds spilled out, and glancing down, she was almost shocked at how much she was already producing. Her nipples had turned brown and were much bigger than they'd looked only a week ago. They were also stiff, with ivory milk slowly seeping from them.

She grabbed the tissue, just about to wipe herself clean, when she suddenly felt Luka's lips on her teat, engulfing it. He pressed his lips against her soft breast, kissing it, and hugged himself tightly against her as he closed his eyes and began to suckle.

The feeling was downright electrifying, a tingle shooting straight from her sensitive nipple and both up and down her spine. She clutched at Luka in turn, digging her fingernails into his thick brown fur, fighting the urge to moan again. It felt wonderfully, divinely natural to have someone drink from her like that, far more so than she could ever have imagined, her eyes fluttering as Luka slowly worked on her, encouraging her body to give him more.

He looked almost relaxed, with his eyes closed and his tongue teasing her nipple, flicking over the stiff nub and dancing over her bumpy areola. It took a few moments, her warm and sweet milk trickling over his tongue, until her inexperienced body truly responded, and it felt like the floodgates opened. Suddenly, that aching pressure in her chest began to relieve itself as milk squirted into Luka's mouth with each little tug of his lips. He swallowed with a satisfied gulp, but held himself tightly against her to continue his feeding.

Has he been fantasizing about this? Ann wondered. She'd heard of some Pokémon – at least the mammalian ones – growing a little fixated on human breasts, since it was something the majority of them never got to experience. Maybe it was even part of why he'd been so eager to breed her, beyond just a natural urge to “take her to the daycare" as some more bashful trainers called it. Breed me, that is. His cock was certainly halfway hard just from his intimate nursing, though he made no attempt to put it to use.

Even without sex, the sensation of being nursed from was near-orgasmic by itself. Deep, fuzzy relief. The same kind of feeling one might have laying down after a day of hard work, or finally placing down a carried weight. An intense relaxation that made her feel almost weightless. There was no real doubt that the owner of the store knew what they were up to, she realized at some point, but allowed them to continue. It was a very natural way to take care of things, after all.

Finally, with a satisfied smack of his lips, Luka let go of her first nipple and moved onto the second, drawing a little whimper from Ann, as his lips latched around her leaking teat with gentle suction, despite her best attempts to stay quiet. Then she felt something teasing under her skirt. Luka had one eye half-open with just the barest hint of a smile as his fingers slipped beneath her hem, prodding softly at the damp cotton of her panties. Ann hadn't even realized how wet she had gotten until she noticed how acutely she could feel even the slight heat of his finger. And that digit traced along the outline of her folds, pushing against her puffy outer lips, slowly inching up towards her thrumming, tingling clit.

Ann nudged her legs a little wider, exposing more of her creamy white thighs and the arousal she'd glazed them with. She bit her lip firmly, tasting a hint of blood, but she really couldn't afford moaning right now. Luka was grinning now, drinking her warm bounty while his fingers worked their magic. Soon he was kneading and patting along the whole length of her slit, teasing more of her wetness out, and Ann in turn was rocking her hips into Luka's touch while squeezing his head against her bosom.

She never wanted the moment to end. Trying on the bras could wait, she told herself; it was the best way to take care of her lactation issue anyway, and her Lucario strumming her body like a well-tuned instrument that he'd had months to master was driving her wild until she didn't care in the slightest that while her top might've been saved, her skirt was now getting soaked with her hot juices.

Then, his fingers slipped under her panties too, and sunk deep into her drenched pussy, meeting zero resistance despite her tight, reflexive clenching. Right in that moment, it felt better than his thick, canine cock. It felt better than anything. "Mnf-" she stuttered, before biting onto Luka's shoulder as hard as she could to silence herself. He quickly worked up a rhythm, pistoning his fingers into her, her body like putty in his hands. His fingers were rough from battling, but the way he curled them inside her made her see stars, barely managing to inhale through the scruffy fur filling her mouth.

Milk dripped from the corner of Luka's mouth in a pearl-white rivulet as he sucked more firmly on her breast, simultaneously massaging her g-spot directly with short, almost vibrating thrusts that made her body flutter. That swooping sensation of an incoming orgasm. Oh, god. She was going to cum right here, in a changing room, with the Pokémon father of her children drinking her milk. Yes, yes, yesss, she moaned – thankfully, only inside her mind – with pure, slutty joy, as pleasure washed over her.

Her body stiffened, all but freezing, all except for her spasming, twitching pussy creaming itself on Luka's fingers. A splash of her juices gushed out, lewdly and warmly, thankfully caught by his palm rather than soaking her clothes and the changing booth more. She could only inhale in sharp, jagged breaths between each orgasmic convulsion while milking in vain on those thick digits inside her, her body begging for an insemination that'd never come. And he kept thrusting, mercilessly fingerfucking her throughout it all, prolonging her orgasm with the kind of knowing motions only a long-time lover could master, different for each person, each momentarily washing out the anxiety that'd overcome her when she realized she was lactating in public.

Finally, Luka's lips popped off her breast, and his fingers out of her satisfied, leaking sex – the latter connected to her folds by thick strings of her wetness – leaving Ann spent and rather tingly, using the tissues she'd been offered to wipe up as much of her juices as she could with clumsy, trembling motions. Luka, for his part, licked his hand clean with a satisfied, almost smug grin adorning his snout. While she wasn't exactly dry, she was empty. Thankfully, they hadn't planned on getting underwear this time. Then again, that meant she'd be walking home in a pair of lust-soaked panties.

Then someone knocked on the door. Loudly. A masculine voice came through it. “Hey, you alright in there?"

“Y-yes!" Ann squeaked each word more hushed than the last. “Sorry, I had to… b-breast pump, you know, I hope that's alright. So I don't stain the lingerie…"

“Oh, my apologies! Absolutely. Hope you'll find an article to your liking," came the reply, the guard retreating into professionalism out of embarrassment about interrupting a pregnant mother doing what she had to do, rather than catching someone in the act doing something improper.

Ann let out a sigh of relief. Internally, that is. She didn't quite dare to let it out in the real world.

Luka was already looking at the different options for her new bra. He held them up, holding each pair against Ann's chest briefly to visualize how they'd look on her without having to try each one on – he was a little impatient like that – and set one after the other aside, until only two remained. One red, with straps over her cleavage, and little ribbons on those straps. The other, black and skimpy, with lace and shear fabric that'd let a sharp eye pick out her nipples without too much problem. They were both sturdy enough, at least.

Lucario held them up to her, his ears drooping, as if indicating that he wasn't sure.

Ann's eyes lingered on them for a moment. The red one was adorable. While she certainly liked cute things, she didn't feel very cute right now. No, she felt sexy. Slutty even, having just had an orgasm in a public changing room, the aftermath of it still damp on her thighs even after the brief wiping. She picked out the black piece and quickly put it on.

“So, what do you think, Luka?" she asked, after hooking it. It felt comfortable, exactly the right size, and it did wonders boosting her confidence as she looked at herself in the mirror.

He answered by hugging her again, this time with a rather suggestive press of his hips, letting her feel his cock throb against her warmly. Unfortunately, there really wasn't time to take care of it, not here; the two had already used up all their possible excuses, and next time – as thrilling as the risk had been – they would get caught, likely with Luka's knot swollen firmly inside her pregnant sex so they'd not even be able to run.

With her mind made up, Ann took the bra off and got dressed. Without as much as a glance at either the guard or the owner – at least on Ann's part, she could imagine Luka with his happy grin – she paid for the piece and then left. The intention was go head straight home, but something else caught her Lucario's eye on the way.

One of the seedier shops in this part of town. They'd passed it earlier on their way to town, but it was actually open now. An adult bookstore, so called despite mostly selling movies. It was a peculiar trend that she'd never really understood, but she understood what they offered well enough.

Luka shot Ann a pleading glance.

“No, not a chance. Not going in there," she sighed.

His ears folded back, flat against his skull and he let out a sad little whine.

Ann rubbed her forehead. “Look, we can't actually be seen having or… doing stuff like that," she said, and then an idea dawned on her. “If you really want something, go get it. I'll wait here."

She handed Luka a couple of bills, wondering what he was after. He hardly needed a masturbation sleeve now with Ann ready – most of the time, at least – to milk him dry. Well, I'll know soon enough, I guess. Most shopkeepers were used to Pokémon coming in to shop alone, so it wouldn't be a problem. Even sick trainers needed to get food, after all. Maybe not from porn shops, but who was really keeping track? With an excited wag he disappeared into the store, and emerged a few minutes later with a brown paper bag, the contents of which he wouldn't show to Ann no matter how many times she asked. Not until they got back home, anyway.

Finally home again, Ann dodged her mother's insistent questions about what kind of bra she'd gotten, and flopped on her couch with her laptop. It was time to finally get some work done, and with all her needs taken care of, it'd be a perfect opportunity to really focus on crafting a winning strategy to take on the next gym.

The moment her fingers touched the keys, her phone rang. Jessica. Not too surprising. They'd rekindled their childhood friendship thanks to this whole thing with their Pokémon.

“Hey you," her voice came from the other end. “I was thinking we could have a little get-together."

“I mean, sure. What did you have in- in mind?" Ann asked, distracted by Luka rustling with the paper bag he'd gotten from the adult store earlier.

“Well, like… you know, a fun meeting. With our favorite Pokémon-studs. We'd introduce them to each other and, mm, maybe introduce ourselves to them, too. I've always wanted to try a Lucario," Jessica

Ann was used to all her friends being like that, at this point, and she was slowly heading that way herself, but she still blushed as she realized what Jessica meant. Along with, of course, a very predictable and familiar twinge of arousal in her still-damp sex.

“O-oh, well, sure," she replied. Jessica had a Houndoom. A little more canine than Lucario, when it came to it. Very energetic lovers, she'd heard. Dominant and possessive, owing to their “dark" nature, or so she'd read while researching the ins and outs of Poképhilia. A mental image formed of her on all fours, presenting her wet slit for Jessica's best teammate. She'd already gone this far, they might as well be swingers, too. “When did you… want to do it?"

“Tonight, if you're not busy," Jessica chirped. “Did you get horny at the idea, hun? You can tell me!" she added, with a natural, melodic giggle.

“Maybe a little," Ann admitted. And then she heard a loud moan behind her and nearly jumped out of her seat. “Youcallmethenbye!" she spoke hastily and quickly disconnected the call, spinning around to find that Luka had put on a video of what was apparently Poképhile porn. A scene of two female trainers sharing one very happy-looking male Gardevoir was unfolding, with the effeminate fairy/psychic-type shyly but eagerly offering his massive erection for them both to lick.

“Luka! What the h-“ she exclaimed. “That's what you got? Sheesh, you pervert."

She couldn't help but giggle, though, when she saw the expression on Luka's face. Somewhere along the lines of a dog having been caught chewing on furniture and a boyfriend hoping that his partner was in the mood, or would be in the mood soon, with his cock bouncing in turn with the wagging of his tail.

“Oh, you horndog," she sighed. “Didn't you overhear the call? You'll have something fun to look forward to, so we shouldn't do anything right now. Jessica's coming over."

That said, Luka seemed rather excited about watching the movie, and so she obliged, sitting thigh to thigh with her Pokémon-turned-partner and focusing her attention to what was happening on screen. The plot was so threadbare it was difficult to follow at all, but from what she could tell, a trainer and her friend had decided that the Gardevoir needed a confidence boost, apparently having been too shy to even get out of his Pokéball in battles.

Yeah, I suppose getting worshipped like that would do it, she figured, watching one of the actors moan again as she took the Gardevoir's shaft all the way into her throat. It was silly, exaggerated, nothing like what she did with Luka, but on the other hand, the Gardevoir did have a rather beautiful cock. Ann found herself wondering how it'd taste. Maybe like rose water, or even nectar.

Lucario's hand crept up over her inner thigh until his palm was firmly cupping her clothed pussy. Though he'd no doubt been planning to do more – hoping that the ridiculous movie would get Ann in the mood, too – he didn't move beyond some gentle kneading as the excuse for a plot picked up. Initially Ann had thought that she'd feel jealous sharing her precious Luka, but the more she thought about it, why would she? It seemed like Lucarios were naturally polygamous anyway, what with the aura-reading they did and being perfectly aware of everyone's innermost feelings.

It wasn't really the kind of thing Ann was into – it was all a little too staged – but there was no denying that at least in this “movie" the actors' pleasure was real. Or very well acted, she supposed.

She noticed Luka was staring at her again, tilting his head as if wanting to ask something. If he could speak, it'd all be so much easier, but he figured out other ways to communicate, this time – again – by his hand sneaking between her legs.

“Are you wondering if I'll let you fuck others like in the movie?" she finally asked. It was actually a surprising question. Ann supposed that yes, she would. It wasn't something that she'd ever actually thought about, but she and Jessica had always shared everything back in the day, and nothing had really changed except them both growing up. She didn't really feel any jealousy at the thought of Luka mating with her, too, as long as it wasn't too often. Still, it was a good thing he asked, a sign that he would be willing to set his sex drive aside for her sake. That there was something more between them than just the feverish passion of broken taboos. It gave her that warm, fuzzy feeling, the one that felt like wrapping herself in a soft and warm blanket.

Yet, Luka nodded happily, and then shook his head too. So, yes, and no? Do you have something else to ask? “If I would do what they're doing?"

This time, Luka nodded his head excitedly. His hand squeezed her thigh, just in time for the movie's Gardevoir to erupt with a loud, effeminate moan, coating both of the trainers in thick, syrupy ropes of cum. The two milked him dry, and continued by licking his spent seed off each other's faces, ending the scene with a passionate kiss before the scene faded out in preparation for the next one.

Well, that one was kind of hot, Ann had to admit to herself. Unbidden, she imagined herself and Jessica doing the same to Luka and the Houndoom, sluttily savoring their mixed flavors and then ending it with a kiss. The taste of Jessica's lip gloss would probably blend in with the mess of cum they licked off each other… and then they'd keep at it, caressing each other, both keeping the other needy until the boys were ready to go again. Then they'd watch each other get rutted by swapped partners.

“Um, if you're asking if I'd fuck another Pokémon… well, yes, if you were fine with it," she admitted, trying to clear away those hedonistic, shameless fantasies of a Houndoom's cock pistoning into her, fucking her into a rapturous orgasm just like it no doubt had done to Jessica many, many times before. “Or if I'd kiss Jessica? …yes."

Luka pressed his snout against her face. Lips touched lips, even if prolonged kisses were a little hard thanks to anatomy. He usually ended up lapping all over her face, instead, but it was just as good. They embraced each other until her stiff nipples were squashed again his chest again. Yes, she was getting wet again. Naturally. Even if the cheesy acting of the porn movie – in which the trainer pair were now both on their backs, begging for the Gardevoir to fuck them – was starting to feel appealing, likely thanks to her intimacy with Luka.

He let go of her with some hesitation, maybe afraid of getting off too early now that he had something else to expect, once Jessica arrived. Instead, Luka settled in to watch the movie, leaving Ann breathing heavily with freshly blossomed excitement. He was fully hard again, which wasn't too much of a surprise, but the sight of his red, firm cock sticking up proud and ready never failed to make Ann shiver with excitement of her own.

Soon, he was slowly stroking himself, glancing over at Ann on occasion to make sure she was still watching. The porn was quickly becoming little more than background noise, with all the attention – and excitement – coming from slowly watching each other get hornier and hornier. Ann squeezed her legs together and squirmed as she watched.

Then, the doorbell rang. Was Jessica already here? She bounced up from the couch and then down the stairs, forgetting to as much as readjust the panties that'd slipped aside while rubbing herself, and went to open it.

“Hi! I figured might as well meet now since I was in the neighbourhood anyway!" Jessica beamed. “Totally not only because Mr. Horny here was starting to get impatient," she added, gently nudging her Houndoom with the toe of her heel.

“O-oh, yeah, come on in," Ann replied, stepping aside.

“Well, he's not actually named Mr. Horny. It's actually Pepper, because of how spicy he gets. You know, fire breath?" Jessica laughed as she took her shoes off, with some effort due to her advanced pregnancy. She'd be laying the eggs soon, no doubt. “Oh, you know how in the Pokédex it says if you ever get burned by one, the pain never goes way? It's more like, if you let one lick you down there, the arousal never goes way."

“What, really?" Ann asked. Jessica arriving this early had surprised her, and she was still fumbling for anything interesting to say.

Jessica grinned, shrugging her shoulders. “Well, I know I've been hooked ever since he slurped my pussy the first time. Then again, you seem like you're getting pretty addicted to Lucario cock yourself!"

She poked Ann's bulging belly softly. “A few months behind me, it looks like. Tsk tsk, you should've tried it earlier and we could've laid our eggs together. God, it's just the best feeling."

“Pepper" looked up at her with a silly grin, much friendlier than one might expect from a “Dark" type – but then again, wasn't that always the case? Even the meanest Pokémon could grow up to be friendly if helped by a good trainer. One just had to be careful to remember that Houndooms were sapient too, just like Lucarios. Most Pokémon were.

“Well, I'll know soon enough," Ann replied.

Jessica smiled, shrugging off her jacket as well. “You're going to love it. Hey, what's that noise anyway? Are you two watching pooorn?"

“It was Luka's idea," Ann replied, and though honest, she wasn't sure if Jessica believed her. “We passed an adult bookstore on the way back from… shopping."

“Ooh. What'd you get? And how do you like the movie?" Jessica pried, as curious and shameless as she'd always been. Sometimes, Ann wondered if they'd been swapped at birth; Jessica and her mother were very similar, whereas Jessica's own mother was a little shy, if Ann remembered correctly. Last time Ann had met her was In what, early high school?

“New bra," Ann replied, and knowing what Jessica would ask next, she pulled her shirt up enough to expose her breasts, covered and supported by the rather naughty piece she'd chosen. “You're welcome."

Jessica gave her a thumbs up and a wide grin, but it was Pepper whose reaction surprised her; a light, playful growl. “Looks like he likes it too!"

“Right… well, let's head upstairs," Jessica said, expertly dodging the subject for a little while longer. Every day seemed to involve some new way of pushing her personal boundaries. First, mating with Lucario at all. Then, doing it bare and getting knocked up. And now, finally, fucking other Pokémon too, each other's partners even; Jessica had stated what she was hoping for pretty unambiguously.

At that point people can probably just look up Pokéslut in a dictionary and find a big picture of me looking awkward, Ann thought. The idea was enticing. She'd just need a little longer to get used to it. Or maybe it'll be a group picture with mom and Jessica. I'll still look awkward, though.

Jessica sat down next Ann, and Pepper hopped on the couch to sit next to Luka for now, the two males exchanging a brief glance, half sizing each other up and half, perhaps, agreeing that there'd be no jealousy.

Still, despite the porn – the trainers were now sharing a Lopunny who took turns energetically fucking them both – she found it a little difficult to get in the mood with both Jessica and Pepper in the same room, despite the sweet, tingly ache inside her. Her mind just wasn't in the right place for it. Noticing that, Luka and Pepper looked at each other again, scheming something together, somehow, with subtle glances and little motions of their ears, the kind of non-verbal communication that no trainer would ever fully understand.

Luka hopped off the couch and knelt on the floor in front of Ann and Jessica, quickly joined by Pepper who positioned himself face to face with the Lucario before pressing their lips together.

“Oh, they're putting on a show for us," Jessica giggled. She'd already slipped out of her shorts and was casually flicking her clit to the movie even before then, but now, her finger sped up a little.

“I didn't know they were into each other," Ann huffed, watching as Luka reached under Pepper to cup the Houndoom's bulging sheath, squeezing and stroking it lovingly until his cock began to slip free, too, ebon-black and wet-looking.

Jessica grinned. “They probably aren't, just confident… and trying to turn you on," she giggled. “There you go, rub that doggy cock!" she called out playfully. “I'll want you to fuck me with yours soon!"

While they might've not been gay in the sense humans might be, Luka certainly didn't seem to mind kissing the increasingly worked-up Houndoom. Ann hadn't ever looked at gay porn before, but she quickly realized that watching the two make out really got her going, kickstarting the lust that'd slowly been fading. Not in the least seeing them both fully hard. A pleasurable clench reminded her that she was pretty sure she preferred canine cocks to humans these days. They were just so aesthetically pleasing, and getting knotted… well, if it hadn't resulted in her pregnancy, felt intense.

Not to mention how much precum they produced. She shivered as she watched the Houndoom's cock jerk in Luka's hand, squirting out a thin watery rope of precum. It made her wish it was already inside her. Was she really that much of a slut, though? Not just fucking her own Pokémon, but her best friend's, too? Where would it even end? Her body had already made the decision before her mind could really formulate a cohesive protest. It wasn't as if she could get any more pregnant.

Their little kiss-and-rub display wasn't subtle, but both Pokémon seemed to enjoy it, at least because they could see the effect if had on Ann.

Jessica was the first to act, pulling her shirt off. Both Luka and Pepper stopped to stare at her heavy breasts bouncing free, perfectly complimenting her swollen belly. “Aren't they just adorable? Come on Ann, we should give them something more their speed. Mm, Luka, come here. As much as I like doggystyle, I think I need to be on my back for this…"

With some trepidation, Ann cast a glance at her friend's Houndoom in turn, and the dog, at her. She spread her legs a little, showing herself off and slowly succumbing to that itch to get a nice cock inside her once again. Besides, Pepper was such a handsome boy with his perfectly sculpted, if quadruped body, and he clearly needed the relief just as badly as Ann did. Pepper licked his chops.

Ah, screw it. We all need it, don't we?

She slid off the couch and down onto the blankets that'd fallen off the couch earlier. At eye level with Pepper, the Houndoom seemed even more impressive, and he circled Ann like a predator, looking her over before nudging her rump with his muzzle while issuing a commanding growl that make Ann shiver with excitement. His scent filled her nostrils; a dark, musky, almost spicy fragrance, strong and masculine. He'd seemed gentle, almost submissive with Jessica, but now that he had the opportunity to conquer another bitch for himself, his demeanour changed. He snarled at Ann until she was dutifully on all fours, and then immediately buried his snout against her bared, dripping pussy.

His cold nose bumping against her folds already drew a pleasured groan from Ann, but it was his broad tongue dragging over her clit that really made her need it. He lapped at her with bestial, lusty hunger, tasting her juices and clearly approving of them. His eagerness – and little snarling growls vibrating against her lust-inflamed folds – left Ann squirming in slutty bliss, pushing herself back against those delicious sensations, easily slipping into the role of a bitch in heat. Sure, she was already pregnant, but if anything, that only made her need it more.

Luka, next to her, didn't waste any time. Jessica scooted up on the couch, groaning with relief as she laid down on her back with her enormous stomach sticking out. It didn't, of course, make her any less horny either. It only demanded a more gentle and agile lover, a role that Luka was all too happy to provide. From the corner of her eye, Ann saw him lean down to give her friend a probing little lick.

“Nnf- I don't really need any foreplay, you sexy Lucario," Jessica moaned. No wonder, with how turned on she seemed to be by the idea of a new partner. A perfect feminine and ravenous counterpart to her Houndoom, as one might expect with how pets and owners rubbed off on each other. “Just give it to me. Please."

Luka didn't need to be told twice. Casting a quick glance at Ann to make sure his trainer didn't disapprove – Ann was indeed too busy being devoured lick by lick by the Houndoom – he positioned himself between Jessica's legs, considerately angling himself so he'd be able to thrust deeply without jostling her belly too much.

Ann wanted to watch, but she could barely see at all, or hear anything over the sound of her own moans as Pepper's tongue dipped inside her, curling against her inner walls while she quivered around it joyfully. But then, at the height of her excitement, she heard Pepper exhale. An intense heat washed over her soaked pussy, a burning but not painful sensation quickly spreading through her, every inch of her suddenly hypersensitive and her cunt relaxing, twitching, swollen and winking like a mare's in a desperate bid to be filled to ease the burning.

“W-wait, you weren't joking about the licking?" Ann yelped, just in time for Pepper to pounce on top of her, wrapping his forelegs around her waist and nudging himself into position. It felt like she was going into heat despite already being pregnant, like she wanted a whole pack of Houndooms to take turns rutting her.

“Nnf- nope, why do you think I'm so h-horny? Welcome to the club," Jessica giggle-moaned. Ann couldn't tell if she was serious or not, but whatever she was about to say was interrupted by Luka's thick cock sliding into her, forcing drawn-out groan from her lungs instead.

In the end, she didn't care either. She'd happily be a nymphomaniac if it meant getting to play with her Luka more, and whatever other horny Pokémon she happened to make friends with. It wouldn't even be that much of a difference; she'd already tossed modesty by the wayside a few miles back. It just felt too good not to. The feeling of Pepper's slippery, pointed cock jabbing against her folds, trying to find her entrance, only emphasized that beautiful understanding further; she was just like her mother, and if that was because of a Houndoom's burning breath, she was nothing but thankful for it.

“Ah, come on! Fuck me already!" she begged, squirming against Pepper, trying in vain to nudge her clenching pussy onto his cock. He didn't take long to oblige; a few more tentative thrusts later he sunk into her with another breathy, dominant growl, and began humping rapidly, quickly reducing Ann to nothing but passionate squeals and moans as her body flooded her mind with pleasure from each rapid-fire, animalistic thrust.

Pepper was a passionate, cunning, and dominant lover, as it turned out, rutting his newest bitch with confident, practiced motions. There was, perhaps, an aspect of rivalry to it all. Hearing Jessica moan as the Lucario pounded her in turn made Pepper want to do even better with his trainer's friend, but more than anything, it was the sweet sensation of a new, eager pussy clenching around him that drove him to thrust faster and faster.

Ann moaned, of course, just as Jessica did. She didn't care anymore. It was ecstasy. If someone complained, it'd only be because they hadn't experienced this. It was as if her body was made to be Pokémon breeder, and while Luka was a far more sensual lover, the Houndoom's fierce fucking had a particular charm to it as well. It was as if he was claiming her, tickling and teasing every innermost desire of hers, hitting spots she'd never felt before, and mercilessly rutting her towards an orgasm that'd no doubt be intense. Ann only – vaguely – regretted that she couldn't get knocked up again. Pepper deserved it.

She heard a climactic moan from Jessica, and the wet slapping of Luka taking her suddenly ceased as he hilted inside her. Ann could almost imagine the feeling; she was about to feel just the same soon, and her fiber of her being craved the warmth of cum filling her once more. Jessica and Luka whimpered together, shivering and grunting as the Lucario did his duty, filling her with thick, sticky ropes of his seed. Ann rocked back against Pepper, mashing her slit against his swollen knot in an attempt to get it inside her already, wanting to join Luka and Jessica in their climax.

There was a faint glimmer of self-conscious awkwardness about it all, about how little difference there was between her needy whimpers and those of a Pokémon in heat, but only just. She needed it far too badly to fight her urges. Then, Pepper's knot forced its way into her, and that brief awkwardness was scorched away immediately by her almost violent orgasm. One moment she'd been begging for it, and the next, she was already cumming, barely managing to hold herself upright as she spasmed and quivered around Pepper's cock, milking and massaging his knot for all she was worth as searing pleasure overwhelmed her. At the same, she could feel his thankfully blunted claws dig into her hips- a few more short, frantic thrusts, and-

Pepper let out a howl. The kind of sound that'd scare her witless if she heard it when alone in a dark forest. Here, though, combined with the rapid pulses of his cock, buried so deep inside her that she could feel it nudging against her cervix? It sounded beautiful, her lover announcing his triumphant climax to the world. His cock twitched inside her, bucking with each tensing of his muscles, each time spraying out a jet of masculine warmth deep into her core. Each time with enough pressure that she could feel a muted, hot tickle somewhere inside her.

If I wasn't already pregnan,t I would be now, she thought, a brief coherent thought amidst the roaring pleasure of her convulsive release. Granted, Ann knowing that didn't stop her from begging for it anyway. “Breed me! F-fuck, knock me up!" she wailed shamelessly, grinding herself back against Pepper as her body eagerly drank his offering, every last drop of it.

As their climaxes ebbed, Pepper gave her neck a rather affectionate lick, the rough and dominant side of him fully sated as if he'd spurted it out along with his seed. Fair enough; what male could remain rough with a female he'd just been allowed to cum inside of?

“Well. That was amazing," she spoke, when her body finally relaxed enough to do so. “Looks like we'll be here for a little bit, though…"

Pepper replied with an almost apologetic whine, giving their tie a little tug that nearly made Ann see stars. Yep, definitely stuck for a while. They spent that time cuddled up on the blanket, just as Luka and Jessica were on the couch. And knowing they were both full of warm, potent Pokémon-cum made it feel both naughty and intimate in the best of ways. Time drifted by slowly, but it was the best kind of relaxation, spent floating on little clouds of satisfaction together.

Eventually, Jessica let out a soft moan of approval as Luka slipped out of her. The feeling stirred her awake enough that Ann caught her smiling at the sight of Pepper relaxing on top of her, his cock still pulsating inside her leisurely, though at least his knot had gone down enough that Ann felt a heated trickle of his seed oozing from her very happy cunt. “Mm. God, you look hot like that. Almost as hot as I feel, Luka's g-great… ngh, fuck," she suddenly exclaimed.

“O-oh fuck, the eggs are coming," Jesisca groaned, collapsing onto her knees. The vigorous mating had pushed her body over the edge. Pepper let out a little whine, pulling his softening knot free of Ann's body. They both turned to face Jessica, and for a moment, Ann forgot the fact that she was leaking rather a lot of warm Houndoom cum.

“Do you need help?" Ann asked. “Like… a hospital?"

“Nnnf- no, just get me… gh, a towel," Jessica groaned, her voice choked by her body's natural contractions. “Just p-put it under me, please."

Ann rushed into the bathroom to snatch a towel, and the returned to find a black-and-brown splotched egg already sticking halfway out from Jessica's stretched, clenching sex. It was big, probably around twice as wide as Pepper's knot, but in stark contrast to what Ann had expected and feared, Jessica was moaning rather than crying out in pain. The rounded, narrower end of the egg came out first, and Ann just had to stare in awe. It looked like it felt just as amazing as Jessica had promised, despite the massive size.

Pepper curled up next to Jessica in her labor, nuzzling at her encouragingly, even giving her little soothing licks – along her spasming belly, over the taut lips of her cunt – and generally showing the affection that nobody really expected from Dark types. At the same time, the Houndoom looked proud. It was almost a universal language among males, Ann figured. There was something about women being pregnant or giving birth that really stroked their egos, knowing they'd been the ones to do the job. She wondered if they'd feel the same if she and Jessica got knocked up by each other's star Pokémon. Did they have the concepts of taboo and naughtiness?

Maybe she'd try to write a paper on it between their matings. The definitive study of Pokémon sexuality. She'd be like a Professor Oak for teenagers!

Her reverie of future plans was interrupted by a loud, laboured groan from Jessica, who orgasmed again from the laying, gasping for breath like a woman about to drown. Helped by her climactic contractions, the egg popped out of her, and landed, safe and heavy, on the towel. She inhaled sharply, a tangible relief washing over her features.

“…was it only one, this time? Oh, thank Arceus, I don't think I could've handled another orgasm. Last time he put like three of them in me, and it just kept going," she babbled, a little drunk on endorphins and whatever else a birth and orgasm released in one's body.

Pepper gave a happy bark in response. If he was human, Ann could only imagine he'd be talking about either what a good girl Jessica was, or how he planned on giving her many more eggs.

Luka leaned his head against Ann's shoulder, the little display of affection serving to show that he felt no jealousy about their previous act, but equally that she wasn't far behind. Soon, it'd be her time to lay.

“I do- I do still want to add a Riolu to my team," Jessica laughed, stuttering a little with the aftershocks of laying that massive egg, but managing to throw in a wink at Luka either way. Ann noticed his cock twitched, but he wasn't ready to get hard again, yet. “We should plan our next meeting so we're both ovulating."

“Maybe. I think you might need a little nap, though," Ann commented. Sure enough, Jessica had slumped down on the towel with her egg, and Pepper was helpfully dragging one of Ann's nicer blankets to her.

Just then, though, someone knocked on the door again. “You all done in there? I figured you'd need some snacks if you keep going like that," Ann's mother called out, interrupting the moment. “Can I come in?"

“Mom, we're having a foursome," Ann replied, surprising herself at just how casual she felt about it, just a little annoyed by the interruption, or being treated as if she was a kid having a sleepover despite being well over eighteen. “…ugh, okay, just wait a second."

Ann quickly wrapped herself in a blanket as well, just in time for the door to open. There stood her mother, with a tray of fresh cupcakes, and a basket full of water bottles in the other.

“Aw, look at you. Really reminds me of when I was your age," she chuckled. “Well, you just keep doing your thing, don't mind me," she added, placing the treats down on a nearby table. “Just remember to keep that egg warm, Jessica."

Jessica nodded. To Ann, it still felt a little weird to be having this conversation with her best friend's Houndoom's cum fresh, slick, and warm inside her, but somehow, that was just how life was these days.

“By the way, I can't really blame you for moaning so loudly," her mother smiled, nodding towards Luka. Ann turned her head only to discover that he was at full mast again, no doubt hoping that he could put his offspring inside Jessica before the day was over. “Pretty big boyfriend you've got!"

“Okay, mom, that's enough," Ann huffed. Not that she was wrong in the slightest. Strange as their relationship might be, she was ultimately thankful that she'd let herself be convinced to indulge in all this. It was such a wonderful, deep world of pleasure that she felt almost compelled to tell all her friends about, too. Breaking taboos felt amazing, at least when it involved her cumming her brains out while stuffed with Pokémon cock, moaning in bliss as they seeded her. That realization fired her up enough that her whole body quivered.

She just had to ask Jessica about if she'd actually been serious about Houndooms inducing permanent horniness or not. She hoped not, but on the other hand, she kind of hoped yes, as well. Right now, it didn't matter regardless.

“H-hey Pepper? Think you're ready for seconds?" Ann asked, answered by an approving wuff from the Houndoom, who let Luka take over snuggling the half-asleep Jessica, and a merry chuckle from her mother, as she closed the door behind her.