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“Well, well, well. Now just what am I to do with you?” Lusamine murmured, half to herself and half to her unexpected visitor, perfectly manicured nails idly tracing patterns in the fur over his abs as she straddled his bare hips.

After a particularly stressful day of work and political bullshit (though she herself would never use such a term), the Aether Foundation President had been looking forward to nothing more than a long night of plowing herself senseless with her ever-growing selection of ‘exotic’ toys. The road to recovery was long and tiring after being weaned off Nihilego’s addictive neurotoxins, but a few hours of intense masturbation was one of the few things she’d found to take the edge off the all-consuming need whenever it reared its head.

So imagine her surprise when, having stripped down, locked her door, turned out the lights, opened her curtains overlooking the ocean and gotten less than five minutes into her session, she was momentarily blinded by a brilliant flash of light as an Ultra Wormhole opened in her ceiling, just long enough to slam something into her carpet and vanish.

Blinking stars out of her eyes, the buxom blonde crawled to the edge of her unnecessarily large bed to inspect the intruder. The first thing to take her notice was the thick collar of brilliant white fur around its- his- neck, flowing into fine white fluff bordered in gold coating his surprisingly defined chest and trailing down to his crotch - and here Lusamine had to rub her eyes, unable to believe what she was seeing, as nestled between his brown-furred thighs was the largest pair of balls she’d ever seen, each easily the size of a small melon, attached to a surprisingly humanoid dick, probably as large as her husband’s even completely flaccid.

Struggling to tear her eyes away from that startlingly impressive package, her gaze drifted further down, tracing well-muscled legs down flared-out tufts of white fur from the knees down to his hooves, then back up to his face - bearing a strong resemblance to a winter Sawsbuck, with a white muzzle bordered in gold, a pair of stark white antlers sprouting from the top of his head. His chest was rising and falling softly; either he was unconscious or asleep, with no visible wounds.

Which meant she didn’t have any cause to feel bad about dragging him up onto her bed, tying his hands to her headboard and pouncing on him.

“Interrupting my personal time so rudely…” she purred, gently grinding her bare, soaked nethers against that taut sack. “Maybe you should make it up to me, hmm?”

As if on cue, he began to stir and awaken - both above and below. Vivid green eyes blinked open in the starlit room, locking onto Lusamine’s own before drifting down over her nude form, drinking in the sight of her bountiful chest, trim and toned belly, wide hips and soft, thick, creamy thighs. Within seconds his cock began to bulge, swelling longer and longer with each passing heartbeat, the unfamiliar woman straddling him captivated and almost salivating at the sight of his growing shaft. In just under half a minute he’d reached full mast - easily a foot long, and as his partner’s hand drifted from his abs to his shaft, she cooed in delight as she realized she couldn’t even touch her fingers together around it.

“So, uh…” he began, slowly realizing he was in an unfamiliar room with an unfamiliar woman and, as an experimental tug confirmed, tied to her bed, “Not that I’m complaining about waking up like this-”

“Oh, so you can talk,” Lusamine interrupted, one hand beginning to stroke up and down his towering shaft as the other dipped down to her positively flooded cleft, plunging three fingers into her own depths. Her captive gave a quiet, trembling moan as that hand then joined the first, smearing her arousal up and down his own, giving it a slick coat of lubrication glistening in the faint light of the winter stars. “I’m sure I’ll have a lot of questions for you in a few hours,” she told him, raising up onto her knees as she angled his shaft between her legs, “but right now I just need you to…” A faint gasp escaped her lips as his tip bumped against the tight pucker between her cheeks, beginning to press inwards under her weight. “T-to stay still… and behave.”

Having gotten more than a little worked up while waiting for her newest toy to wake up, the torturously slow yet deliciously intense stretch as her ass was impaled inch by throbbing inch sent electrifying shocks of pleasure up and down Lusamine’s spine, lewd gasps and moans sounding out as her guest’s incredible cock set her nerves alight with every twitch and movement. Leaning back on one hand and moving the other down to toy with her dripping snatch, she began rolling her hips back and forth as she descended, a lustful grin on her face as she watched her toy twitching and writhing in pleasure under her.

Pausing just long enough to make the male beneath her look up at her with a questioning gaze, her grin turned almost feral as she slammed her hips down, taking the remaining inches all at once. Her toy whimpered through clenched teeth as she took a moment to savor the feeling of being stuffed so full (noting with perverse glee that her belly was visibly bulging against his tip), and as she began riding him with reckless abandon, massaging him from root to tip at a fever pitch, his whimpers grew to outright moans and cries of pleasure, her insides beginning to slicken with copious amounts of precum.

Rolling her clit between her fingers as she abused herself with his thick rod, Lusamine felt her climax fast approaching, and a few final bounces brought her to the edge before she slammed her hips against his and came, letting loose a shrill wail of ecstasy as her juices spurted against his chest and stomach. Her clenching guts milked him for all they could, and with a deep grunt he slammed his hips upwards against her as he too erupted.

Lusamine felt his shaft pulse thicker inside her, setting off another chain of orgasmick aftershocks, but the sheer force with which his cock erupted into her almost sent her over the edge again. Jet after jet of thick, heavy cum filled her bowels, hotter than any she’d taken before, and she felt her belly beginning to bloat as their mutual orgasms forced more and more pleasure out of each other than she could have ever expected. As the flow seemed to taper off, she began to teeter backwards, collapsing onto her back as she fought to remain conscious.

She simply laid there for a time, catching her breath, coming down from her orgasmic high as her partner’s shaft throbbed within her depths. Despite the amount he’d just pumped into her, he didn’t seem to be softening even slightly, and he felt even larger than when they began…

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“You wanted to see me, Miss President?” Wicke called, knocking gently on Lusamine’s bedroom door. When no answer was immediately forthcoming, she frowned, knocking again, hearing nothing from the room beyond except… bedsprings?

After a moment, the door unlocked, and the profoundly buxom researcher grasped the door handle with no small amount of trepidation. This isn’t like her, she thought to herself. Did something happen?

As she tentatively pushed the door open, the first thing that struck her about the situation was the smell. What felt like an almost physical wall of sexual musk smacked her in the face, taking her aback and firmly derailing her train of thought. The sounds came next - the creaking of abused bedsprings mixed with a wet, slick sound of flesh on flesh hammered home the message that yes, Wicke’s boss had just called her in while getting fucked, and she couldn’t deny that it was beginning to turn her on.

As her eyes adjusted to the dim starlit room, she gasped in shock, one hand flying up to her mouth as she beheld the sight of the proud and elegant president of the Aether Foundation on all fours, completely nude, soaked in sweat, slamming her hips against the crotch of some strange Pokémon-like creature while her obscenely swollen belly hung beneath her and thick, steaming semen drooled into a puddle between the two.

“Ah, Wicke, thank you for coming,” Lusamine panted, pausing in her rutting to address her subordinate. “I seem to have discovered a new Ultra Beast.”

Said ‘Ultra Beast’ sheepishly waved at Wicke in greeting. “Hi.”

“His biology is absolutely fascinating, and I want more data. Take him down to Medical and run some tests for me, would you?” the Aether President continued, crawling towards the end of the bed, inch after slick throbbing inch of rock-hard cock pulling free of her ass until it sprang free with a lewd pop, flicking strands of cum almost to Wicke’s feet as it bounced before its owner. Without a doubt, it was the single largest penis the researcher had ever seen.

As Lusamine staggered towards her personal bathroom, trailing thick streamers of semen as she went, the strange creature approached her. “You must be Miss Wicke?” he said, holding out a hand. “My name is Cyril.”

“Right,” Wicke murmured, eyes not straying from the pulsating pillar of flesh between them. She could feel herself dripping through her pantyhose already, nipples tenting the fabric of her sweater as every breath filled her lungs with the scent of his-

“Uh. Miss Wicke?”

“Huh?” Her trance broken, she looked up to meet the creature’s- Cyril’s eyes, feeling her face burning up with mixed embarrassment and arousal. “Oh. Yes, uh. My name is Wicke.” She took the offered hand, giving it a firm shake (and being silently thankful that it wasn’t slick with… fluids). “I’m the head of Pokémon research here at the Aether Foundation.” She glanced down again, struggling to maintain a professional facade. “You… wouldn’t happen to have any clothes, would you?”

“Nnnnnope,” the deer-like male replied, blushing faintly. “Last I remember, I was camping in the woods. Then I’m here, naked, and, uh…” He looked down at himself, seemingly giving his entire body a once-over. “Different?” He shrugged. “I sure didn’t look like this back home.”

Wicke gave a thoughtful hum, looking him over more thoroughly. “So you’re not normally a humanoid Sawsbuck?”

Cyril blinked, confusion written all over his face. “Wwwwwhat’s a Sawsbuck?”

So wherever he’s from, there aren’t even Pokémon? Wicke thought to herself, crossing her arms underneath her hefty breasts. “Well, we’d best get you down to Medical,” she eventually said, nodding to herself. “If you would follow me, please?”

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Lillie hummed happily to herself as she tidied up the last set of medical files for the night. After touring the world as a Pokémon trainer for several years, the young heiress had decided to come home and spend some time in Alola for a while as she planned her next journey, and she’d taken a part time job as a nurse in the Aether Foundation medical wing. Now eighteen years old, her figure had filled out quite nicely - while her bust was rather modest compared to her mother’s, her hips and ass were easily impressive enough to cause distractions everywhere she went. And to make finding pants rather difficult, which tended to result in her wearing skirts instead - today’s ensemble was a sleeveless white button-up blouse with a pleated blue skirt that would be knee-length on a normal woman, but her badonkadonk filled it out enough that it barely reached a few inches down over miniskirt territory.

Slinging her bag over her shoulder and shutting off the computer at her desk in the sick bay, Lillie got to her feet and arched her stiff back, sighing in relief as the overstressed muscles creaked and relaxed. Brushing her long ponytail back over her shoulder, her skirt swished around her swaying hips as she strode towards the door and-

She jerked backwards in surprise as the door swung open in her face, toppling over and bouncing onto her ass as she stared, transfixed, at the man in the doorway.

The very, very naked man.

The naked man covered in fur.

The naked, furry man with a dick that would put a baseball bat to shame.

The naked, furry man who was- talking to her? Oh, shit, he’s talking to me, she realized, staggering to her feet and smoothing her skirt out. “Sorry, say again?” she asked, making a concerted effort not to stare at the gigantic penis which certainly seemed to be staring at her.

“I asked if you were okay,” the strange Sawsbuck-like man said. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” He looked… genuinely concerned? Which was not something Lillie expected from a guy walking around with an erection like a lethal weapon.

“Fine! I’m fine,” she yelped, noticing Wicke standing behind him and giving her the most incredulous look she could muster. “Can I, uh, help you?”

“This is Cyril,” Wicke explained, putting a hand on his shoulder, and he stepped aside so she could enter the room. “He seems to be some new kind of Ultra Beast, and your mother asked me to bring him here for some tests.”

Tests. Okay. Professional time. You can do this, Lillie. “Alright then, Cyril, come in so we can get started,” the young nurse said, turning and walking over to her desk - and unintentionally giving him an eyeful of her traffic-stopping ass jiggling away. He followed close behind, colossal cock bobbing along in front of him, failing to notice Wicke staring hungrily after him as she closed and locked the door.

“First things first,” Lillie announced, opening a drawer and bending over to root around in it (is she doing this on purpose? Cyril couldn’t help but think, watching her behind jiggle with every movement, pink silk panties not so much covering it as swallowed between the bouncing cheeks) before straightening up with a tape measure in hand. “Our scale’s broken right now, so we’ll have to take your measurements the old-fashioned way.”

What followed was several minutes of Lillie absolutely not rubbing herself all over a hot guy for her own gratification, because she was very specifically doing it for medical reasons. His. Not hers. Even when it came time to measure his formidable endowment, she definitely took no pleasure in putting her hands all over that hot, throbbing pole to measure it (she couldn’t believe it really was eighteen inches, nor that it was almost ten inches around, and insisted on measuring it several more times to make sure, with Wicke’s assistance).

“Alright,” she said, getting to her feet and steadfastly ignoring her luminescent blush and the slickness between her thighs. “Next, let’s check your blood pressure.”

Cyril, who’d spent the last ten minutes or so in a cute-girl-induced stupor, returned to the waking world upon hearing that. “I don’t… think you’re supposed to do that when, uh…” Somewhat struggling to find the words, he gestured vaguely to his crotch, which really said all that needed to be said on the subject.

“You have a point,” Wicke replied, almost before Cyril had even finished talking. “We need to take care of that before we continue.

“Oh,” the Sawsbuck said meekly, a bead of precum beginning to form at his peak.

“Uh,” Lillie continued, as she realized what Wicke was implying, “yes, well, we needed to collect some, uh. Samples.” Her hand drifted down to the waistband of her skirt, fiddling with the clasp holding it closed. “So we may as well... check that off the list?”

As her skirt hit the floor, soon joined by Wicke’s sweater, Cyril found himself not able to object in the slightest.

The older woman smiled kindly at him, taking his hand and leading him over to one of the sick bay beds. “Lay down, sweetheart,” she told him, sitting on the bed herself and patting her lap. Not willing to disappoint at this stage, Cyril did as she asked, and much of his field of vision was soon eclipsed by a pair of breasts easily each the size of his head, clad in a low-cupped lacy purple bra. “Just relax,” Wicke cooed, undoing the clasp at her back and lifting the bra away, “and let us take care of you, Cyril.”

Wicke’s breasts were absolutely perfect, in Cyril’s eyes. Soft, hefty mounds capped with wide, bumpy areolas and nipples almost the size of gumballs, stiff and trembling in the cool air. As if on autopilot, he found his hands reaching up to caress them, the soft downy fur of his palms tickling her sensitive skin and teasing a giggle out of her. “My, my, you’re certainly eager,” the motherly woman laughed, leaning forward just slightly. “You can suck on them, if you like. Don’t be shy.” Taking the invitation, Cyril moved one stiff, dark nipple to his mouth and gently closed his lips around it, suckling from it as if he were expecting it to begin leaking milk. “That’s a good boy,” Wicke hummed, stroking between his antlers as she babied him. “Mommy Wicke will make everything better.”

Further down the bed, Lillie knelt between the Sawsbuck’s legs, staring eye-to-’eye’ with his towering cock. She’d never done anything like this before, but something about him made her willing to go further than she’d ever dared dream… Steeling herself, she gently touched his tip, taking a moment to feel its warmth, its pulse, before bringing it towards her and tentatively beginning to lick it. Its taste was… strange. Salty, but with a faint hint of spice, and something she couldn’t quite place. Not unpleasant, though.

With every lick, every kiss, every stroke on his shaft, Lillie began to coax more and more precum from him, unable to decide between rubbing it into his flesh and drinking it down. The head was far too big to fit into her mouth, there was no way, but she opened as wide as she could to lick and suckle on as much of his head as she could manage, the slit of his urethra leaking directly into her mouth as she let out a throaty moan despite herself. Her hands briefly abandoned Cyril’s cock to fumble with the buttons of her blouse before giving up and simply tearing it open, inching forward to hug the turgid length to her bare chest, rubbing up and down against it as she drank from him.

“Lillie, dear?” she heard Wicke call to her, and it was a testament to what Cyril was doing to her that she didn’t even lift her mouth off him, merely looking up at Wicke as she suckled. “Not that this isn’t delightful,” the older woman began, squirming in place as the young man’s teeth and tongue worked magic on her sensitive breasts, “but would you mind if we traded places? I’d...” She bit her lip, stifling a squeal as Cyril bit down gently on one swollen peak. “I’d like to have a turn with that myself.”

Pouting slightly, Lillie broke her kiss with the magnificent cock. Cyril sat up slightly, allowing Wicke to slide out from under his head, but almost slammed back into the bed as Lillie pounced on him, capturing his lips in a deep, frenzied kiss. Breaking away just long enough for him to catch a breath, she wheeled about and planted herself right over his face, his cervine muzzle lodged between her thighs. “Don’t think I didn’t catch you staring,” she told him, her heart pounding fit to burst, as she watched Wicke settling down on all fours to sandwich that glorious shaft between her breasts, dragging them up and down its length as she licked it from top to bottom.

Cyril decided right then and there that he’d died and gone to heaven. He was in heaven, and an angel was sitting on his face. His hands sunk deep into Lillie’s soft, supple ass as he began tonguing her through her panties, drinking down her juices like it was the nectar of the gods, and her muffled cries of ecstasy were like a heavenly choir. One hand paused in its worship of the angelic ass just long enough to pull her panties aside before he resumed his duties with religious fervor.

For Lillie, who’d barely even tried to masturbate before, this was an eye-opening and mind-blowing experience on every level. She fell forward, catching herself on her forearms, only to find herself facing that majestic, delicious dick once again, and before she even realized it she was joining Wicke in slathering Cyril’s cock with saliva and precum.

The young woman was lost in a fog of desire, time falling away as she and Cyril singlemindedly worshipped each other’s bodies. So it came as rather a surprise when Wicke backed up, her heavy breasts swaying freely beneath her, and gently raised Lillie’s mouth to Cyril’s twitching, trembling cockhead. “Think you can take it?” the older woman asked, and the question barely even registered before Lillie had spun around again to be face to face with the young male, ass raised in the air..

“Break me,” she half-whispered into the crook of his neck, and he felt Wicke’s hands guiding his tip to her dripping entrance just before she pressed herself down against his tip. Little by little, he felt her spreading open around her, rivulets of her nectar running down his shaft - until the head popped in all at once and she cried out in orgasm, trembling and convulsing as she held onto him for dear life, riding a wave of pleasure like nothing she’d ever felt before.

Instinct took over as his hands clamped back down on that divine behind, and he began pushing her down his length, inch by agonizing inch, her pleasured wails reaching a crescendo every few seconds as she was filled further and further than ever before. He was dimly aware of Wicke moving down to begin kissing and massaging his balls, but in the moment his entire world was Lillie, and his cock was hers.

His tip butted up against her cervix and kept going, pressing further and further into her, feeling her inner opening stretching little by little, reshaping her pussy into his alone, and by the time he bottomed out he was still several inches short of hilting her. They held there for a moment, Lillie’s orgasmic tremors tapering off slowly, Cyril bare inches from his own climax, until Lillie shakily murmured into his fur, “I said break me.”

“Are you sure?”

Her lips crashing back into his was her answer, and with one final push he burst through, claiming her innermost reaches for his own. She cried out into his mouth, convulsing and shuddering as her mind overloaded and pleasure became pain became pleasure again, and he moaned into hers as he passed over the edge and unloaded. Gout after gout of thick, fertile semen flooded into her, staining her womb, rounding her belly out pulse by pulse until it swelled out between them, until she could hold no more and it squirted out around the seal of his cock, splattering across Wicke’s eager face and staining the sheets.

The three simply lay there for a moment, Cyril and Lillie respectively worn out and unconscious, as Wicke began scooping the spilled cum off her face and chest into a beaker (and into her mouth, because she was feeling hotter than she’d felt in years). “I hope you realize,” Wicke began, licking her lips, “that you’re going to be here for a while, Cyril. After all, we have so many more tests to run.”

“Can’t wait,” the Sawsbuck replied with an exhausted wheeze.

“For example,” he heard her continue, before the sound of cloth falling to the floor caught his attention, followed by a hand around the base of his shaft as a now-nude Wicke rolled Lillie off his chest. “Your ejaculate output is absurd.” Scooping a stray wad of jizz off her chest as she slowly pulled his still-solid cock free of Lillie’s wrecked womb, she straddled his waist and began slowly sinking down onto him, a clearly visible bulge travelling up her belly as she descended. “I intend to find a baseline for it,” she smirked, beginning to bounce, “and I’m going to need a lot of repeat tests.”

Seeing her devilish smile only growing, Cyril couldn’t help but wonder if he’d made a bad guess about which afterlife he’d landed in.