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On these cold winter nights, Royal was used to keeping the fire. It was her place, she felt, to guard and nurture her trainer, because to her, he wasn't so much a master as he was a beloved companion. She had known him since her earliest days as a Growlithe pup, growing alongside him and learning with him on the road. Though now she was a powerful Arcanine with several pups to her name and a greater respect for her trainer, she still watched out for him.

She woke now, her ruby-red eyes opening lazily. A soft, half-alert [i]aroof[/i] escaped her, and she stood up slowly. Her trainer, Roark, lay in the floor huddled into the furry and scaly warmth of her mate, Roark's second and final Pokemon, Cress - a Chesnaught whose chitinous helmet lay nearby, exposing a soft coat of fur.

Royal stretched, emitting a soft, pleased whine as she did, and then she padded to the fireplace which was down to smoking ashes. With practiced care, she plucked one of the formidable logs from the nearby woodpile as though it were a fetch stick and dropped it into the ashy mound. She followed it with two more, laying the third upon the curves of the first two. She smacked her lips, feeling the familiar burn in her lungs, and then cast a gout of flame from her maw, engulfing the logs and whipping up through the chimney, producing a rich scent of scorched creosote. In the wake of the fire attack, the dried logs cracked and popped. Royal uttered a satisfied little yap and pulled the chain mail curtain across the fireplace with her teeth.

Using her fiery powers always woke Royal up a bit, like a gulp of coffee or a splash of cold water. She could fall back asleep with a little effort, but she didn't want to, not since the [i]itch[/i] had begun again. That tended to put things in perspective; it made her less inclined to sleep and eat. Cress could scratch the itch like nobody else, and Roark was very good at it in a pinch, but nobody had scratched her in a while. Days and weeks and months were beyond her comprehension, but it had been a [i]very[/i] long time by her reckoning. She sat down on the rug, swung out a rear leg, bent, buried her snout in her muff. Its swell was unbelievable, the smell potent and needy. As she licked her black, canine cuntlips, there was no eroticism - she was just cleaning up. The damp spot on the rug was testament to how wet she was.

Cress awoke sniffing the air. His somewhat beady eyes locked with Royal's and a mutual need was subtly communicated. Together their gazes fell to the snoozing, pale body of their trainer. In spite of the cold, he was nude, there being no need for clothes when sandwiched between two warm Pokemon. His uncircumcised penis stood at a bored half-mast. He was in fact in the middle of a wet dream, an abstract and trippy thing nominally involving Royal herself.

The Arcanine and the Chesnaught met near Roark and bumped noses. Royal's tail wagged, fanning her musk around the room.

Together, they descended on their trainer, whose small and quite effeminate body was intimately familiar to them. Royal nosed gently into his groin, snuffling then slurping him; Cress was more subtle with a kiss on the human's lips and a stroke down his slim breast.

"Mmh," Roark muttered, opening his eyes slowly. Faced with the blurry shape of his Chesnaught and the fire-lit room beyond, he closed his eyes again and murmured, "Oh, I'm too tired for this."

Moving swiftly but implacably, Royal twisted around, swapping her snout for her hindquarters in Roark's field of view. The dark clam of her pussy loomed inches above of his face. A fat runner of her thick, perpetually oozing vaginal juices dribbled off the nub of her clit and plopped on the human's cheek, at once arousing a blush from him. Royal followed her unintentional moistening of her trainer with a feral slut's whimper.

"Oh... all right, I'm not too tired," Roark said with subtle coyness. His half-erect penis grew slowly to the sight and smell of Royal's fat muff, filling out the Chesnaught's mitt which, although dense and a little clumsy, rubbed Roark with love.

Roark had only to say those few words, and Royal more or less sat on his face. Her cunt was thick, so sopping, that a wet plop not unlike a soaked washrag hitting tile could be heard. Roark groaned underneath Royal, nearly smothered by her pussy, and he began to lap and smooch the pink flesh waiting past her black lips.

Standing proudly, having emerged from the subtle genital slit in his natural armor plating, was Cress' erection. On his five-foot frame, it looked particularly large, being some six inches long. Its slightly pointed head appeared canine, but the rest of the shaft was smooth and gentle.

Royal eyed her mate's penis with obvious interest, drawing her tongue over her jowls in a profane gesture. She flicked her ruby eyes up to his, making an implicit demand of him - one which he clearly was heeding as he rose from his knees.

Cress stood before Royal, peering into her eyes from his naturally stooped posture. Royal was very tall (an Arcanine being comparable in size to a horse), and so she had to dip her head to push her snout into his crotch. She did this thirstily, beginning to lap and slurp and slobber on her mate's erection as her master threw his arms around her hindquarters and, in a greedy gesture, squeezed her even closer to his face.

Even focused on one another, Royal and Cress lavished their master with attention. The Arcanine was more passive, merely grinding her heavy rear down on his face, smothering him in the sticky warmth of her cunt and the fluff of her fur. Cress put a flat foot on the human's penis, stroking it slowly between his sole and Roark's own belly. Precum eagerly shot from the tip and he groaned in bliss beneath Royal. The moment seemed perfect.

Moving with the kind of ponderousness typical of deep affection, Royal parted her jowly lips and took in her mate's shaft. Though her maw offered ample room for him, she made it a tight fit with her tongue, using it to grind him against the ribs in her palate.

The Chesnaught shuddered, biting his bottom jowl and rolling back his eyes. He let his weight rest on Roark's erection as he stroked through the warm tufts of hair-like fur atop Royal's crown.

Royal loved this aspect of sex best; being between her two most beloved males, making both of them moan and huff. She had a smile brewing at the corners of her mouth, and she nudged away Cress' foot to rub Roark's shaft with one of her forepaws instead. Her pads were trail-rough, but her fur was soft as velvet to match her gentle intent. Roark again cooed for her, petting her stout hips.

Cress broke first, holding Royal's head and easing out of her mouth. With his penis drooling precum and slobber in thick runners, he gave her a needful look which said everything she needed to know, and the Arcanine rose slowly, her pussylips sticking to Roark's clean-shaven face slightly. When the trainer moaned, the two Pokemon smiled at each other.

The doglike Pokemon hadn't gotten far when Roark, face glimmering with her honey, grabbed her by the hindquarters and yanked up her tail. She emitted a slightly shocked [i]awroo![/i] which had an inquisitive tone. Roark looked her in the eye, then Cress. "No babies this time," he firmly said, albeit with a smile.

It raised a question that demanded an answer, but Roark demonstrated with actions instead of words. Just as he'd eagerly eaten out the Arcanine's plump pussy, he smushed his lips into the pucker of her anus, a tight and pink thing, immaculately cleaned and nestled into downy orange fur.

Royal repeated her startled noise, but now with a noticeable amount of pleasure. She hunkered down her front as if for a play-bow but stayed at its lowest point, where she began to huff and squirm. Her pussy throbbed against Roark's chin, but it went unloved; he was tonguing only her ass.

Roark's wasn't one for timid surface licks; he was digging his tongue into her, spreading drool as deep as he could. Her anus winked and squirmed around the muscle of his tongue, and heavy musk in line with her estrus emanated from the orifice. Cress stood nearby, watching over their master's shoulder, maintaining his own erection with a clumsy hand.

The trainer's impetus had been to to lube up Royal, but rimming her had become a pleasure in and of itself for him. He stroked himself as he ate her out, and his laps became less about wetting her and more exploratory - and pleasing. That Royal was whimpering and bucking back was helping matters immensely.

Roark's nose was too insensitive to pick up on the minute details of her musk, but having its source right in his face made him fairly empathetic to her needs. He conceded that she needed more than his tongue could manage, and he pulled back reluctantly. Still holding her tail up to expose the winking and glistening pucker of her asshole, he uttered, "Next time you're feeling frisky, I want to fuck your butt, beautiful."

Royal let fly an affirmative bark, but followed it with that needful whimper and a shake of her hind-end. Roark moved aside, staying on his knees, and watched as Cress padded near. The bitch pouted her ass out more still, offering both saturated, alluring entrances, and the Chesnaught notably lingered with his cockhead against the fat lips of her vulva. Without so much as a scolding glare from his trainer, Cress pushed his cock upward, slipping it out of the crevasse of her pussylips and into the pink ring of her anus; and then he pushed it into her, spearing her open slowly but firmly and drawing out a whimper of ambivalent pleasure from her. The massive, majestic Arcanine was fully at his mercy.

"Good boy... we can try for another little one next year," Roark reassuringly said, standing up on somewhat weak legs. He bent, kissed Cress on the cheek, got a smooch on the lips in return. "I love you," the human warmly said, earning a smile from Cress; Royal piped up with a tart, affirmative yap.

"As for [i]you,"[/i] Roark said, trying to sound playful, but his voice verged on quaking, "I need you up on your all-fours again, pretty girl."

It took a little effort, but Royal managed it for her master. She knew just what he wanted, and she telegraphed her understanding when she popped her mouth open, letting her tongue dangle from it like an inviting red rug.

Roark, snickering in mischief, pushed his cock against the middle of her tongue and quickly slid it home, vanishing it in her gently-closing jaws. Teeth rubbed his shaft and her jowls hugged it, sticking to it, but her tongue was the star of the show for the moment, offering the most pleasant texture. Roark crooned and grasped the sides of her head gently, murmuring to her, "You're a good girl... love your tight little mouth so much."

Roark and Cress locked eyes over her back. The Chesnaught was already fucking her, but slowly, knowing what a delicate thing her behind was. Roark had much fewer reservations about his end, and he began to snoutfuck his four-legged beauty, sliding his shaft in and out of her wet maw as though he owned it. Which, as he realized with some amusement, he absolutely did.

Sometimes the human and the Chesnaught fucked her in a counter-rhythm; sometimes they synced up as if sawing a redwood in half. Royal was never quite used to their cadences, always squirming and huffing from her nostrils. Her pussy, that fat black clam of hers, drooled all over itself and its honey pooled on the hardwood between her hind legs. Saliva escaped the imperfect seal of her mouth around her human's cock, and another, smaller puddle slowly formed between his legs.

Huffing in pleasure and moaning fond nothings to his Arcanine, Roark stroked her head, flattening her tuft of hair only for it to puff up again immediately after. It was cute and amusing to him; and in fact, he loved everything about her from her look, to her personality, to the fact that when she was feeling particularly horny, she tended to hold him down with her fore paws and ride him for upwards of an hour at a time. She was a wondrous companion and a similarly good lay... and he felt the least bit jealous that Cress was her true love.

Roark was still grinding, still puffing, but he looked across at Cress with a small smile on his face. "She's yours, you know," he warmly said, earning a blush from the Chesnaught. "If you want her pussy... go ahead. Take it."

Cress stared at his trainer's face, wondering if the offer were some sort of test, but he couldn't see any evidence of trickery. He nodded, and he drew his meat back slowly, watching with some strange pleasure as it exited Royal and left her anus a slightly swollen and reddened bud. He felt compelled to give it some kisses, but his cock was aching, getting purple at its head; he couldn't hold off much longer.

As Roark's use of her snout went on steadily, Cress entered her snatch, giving it one firm thrust following an exploratory rub to notch it in. Royal whimpered sharply about her master's penis but pushed back hard with her hips. Cress had already bottomed out in her, so he pushed back with his own pelvis and squished the malleable mound of her cunt - and then he started to fuck her with a kind of ferocity he hadn't dared subject her delicate anus to.

"Yesss, fuck her brains out," Roark luridly muttered, picking up his own pace. His balls were beginning to pull taut, thought the cold had already made them somewhat snug and wrinkled. He licked his lips, tasting Royal on them, and patted her head softly. "You like it, girl? You like it so much better in the pussy, don't you?"

Royal's distraction was as much an answer as Roark could've hoped for. He watched Cress with lewd, wanting eyes, wishing in one way it were him fucking Royal in the cunt, but wishing in another that it was he who was presently wrapped around the Chesnaught's cock. Cress never fucked him with the same ferocity he gave to Royal right at that moment.

Breathing heavily and holding Royal fast by her stout, breedable hips, Cress made a lewd spectacle of himself for Roark. His panting face and bucking hips were of great pleasure to the trainer, who continued to utter soft encouragement and compliments. Cress, however, was only vaguely aware of the praise. He was watching Royal's thick muff engulf his penis again and again, appreciating how its black flesh contrasted so wonderfully with his pink meat. In his eyes, she embodied female perfection - just as Roark saw her.

"Mmh--! Shit!" Roark gasped, earning a lazy glance from Cress, though the Chesnaught didn't cease his rhythm. The human didn't notice the attention anyway. He pulled his cock back from Royal's obedient, tight maw in mid-squirt, leaving a stripe of semen on her tongue and partially across her lips. Biting his lip and grinning, wanting to give his precious Arcanine a little whore mark, he gripped his cock tightly in one hand, her head in the other, and he splattered his remaining mess across the side of her snout. Over Royal's grumble, Roark sleazily said, "C'mon, don't act like you don't [i]love[/i] wearing it on your face."

Cress thought seeing his mate defiled by semen on her face would have been upsetting (he thought this every time Roark did it, in fact), but then, as always, he found it erotic beyond belief. His pace quickened, his hips smacking hers with incredible ferocity, and he hunkered over her, letting her tail brush on his soft belly and chest hide as he had his way with her. The damp, plunging suck of his cock plugging away at the heat-swollen mound of her vulva resonated in the cabin's dry air.

Wearing her master's mess on her face with her poor box as swollen and needful as it could possibly get, Royal bucked herself back into Cress. Her claws clicked and raked on the hardwood, paws desperately seeking purchase. She clenched and panted, ever whining, craving the Chesnaught's release even though she knew what it would lead to. When it came time to actually pass an egg (such was the strange reality of Pokemon breeding), she always wished she hadn't let him finish inside of her... but the passion she felt as a climax neared was the reason why she never turned him away.

Whimpering so pathetically as to sound like a lost, craven puppy, the Arcanine nuzzled into Roark's groin, pushing her eyes against his thighs. She writhed, puffing hot breath through her nostrils and across Roark's snug balls, as she squirted with phenomenal power around her mate's cock. Thick honey rich with overwhelming pheromones gushed along the Chesnaught's member and down his smooth hide, washing over the exposed, often ignored pucker of his own anus for a strange, but not undesirable sensation of warmth.

Though the Arcanine's gushing was a delight to Cress and her clenching added immensely to his pleasure, it was the stink of her musk that set him off. He flopped over top of her, burying his meat to the hilt in her pliable muff. Her colossal canine frame easily supported his weight; the buckling shake of her hind legs had nothing to do with being overloaded. Pure bliss was what was making her tremble.

A grunt, reserved but firm, escaped Cress as he came for his precious Royal. He filled her in a familiar way, covering snug and trembling vaginal walls with his seed and letting that crucial element of his into the Arcanine's readied womb. He stayed atop her, resting fully and confidently on her as he rode out his climax. One heavy spurt led into the next, and the next, and the next still, until the squirts came to a halt and terminated in a tired drool.

The canine slowly and carefully laid on her belly with Cress - and soon Roark - as the Chesnaught's semen drizzled out of her with no knot to keep it inside of her. The damage had still been done, however.

Afterglow helped the Pokemon and their master fall back into sleep, but it was slow to come, precluded by a meandering group snuggle. In spite of the cold, Roark found himself sweating, but Royal hardly minded the moisture in her fur. She sandwiched him between her great, soon-to-be maternal bulk and the stout form of her mate. She licked him on his face, still smelling of her box; he kissed her nose and uttered, "I love you. Both of you."

Cress leaned over Roark, kissed him on the cheek, then leaned across and received a lick from the Arcanine.

Come morning, Royal would be pent-up again as if she'd never been bred at all, and again she'd call upon her master and her mate to take the itch away. But for now, she enjoyed unbroken rest with her two favorite males.