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Exhibitionism from both partners

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Conflict, curiosity and ambition seem to the cornerstones of human nature, the inherent drive that possesses and compels each man, woman and child. And never was that more apparent than in the realm of pokemon.

Though countless regions exist all stable in their own right rarely was there cohesion and unity between any two at a time. In a world filled with powerful and unique beasts able to be tamed and trained to perform tasks well beyond human ability it was difficult to temper ones ambitions, goals, envy or paranoia. Be it criminal organizations or governments protective of any asset that furthers the security of their own region it was a constant that information was lost, withheld or destroyed in times of strife or tension.

It was of no shock or consequence then that the study and understanding of pokemon seemed to fluctuate between regions, oft locked to the varieties of species commonly found within their own borders. For all the advanced technology that could broadcast and share vast knowledge and discovery there was equal amount to destroy or obscure it. Certainly it was no perfect world, but within each separate society and culture pokemon were integral, relied upon and loved as companions, assistants or labor.

In this world it was often researchers that acted as diplomats and analysts, attempting to preserve both knowledge and peace while pushing the boundaries of discovery and comaraderie. Pokemon were an usual assortment species that had a remarkable effect on humans and humans in-turn on them in ways that went beyond the exposure of nature or synergized with it.

And so one day Bernard returned to Unova from his trip to the Galar region for a diplomatic conference and study of the local wildlife with a variant zigzagoon for study. A freshly-hatched excitable and confident little raccoon with a black-and-white colour palette and remarkable stars shaping the black mask upon his face. Apparently the galarian species were the originals, those that eventually migrated and changed in other regions such as Unova were 'weaker' mutations of the main family branch.

The fair doctor of olive tone and trimmed brown hair with his rather average build if somewhat absent of muscle and nerdy appearance was eager to study the spirited critter that quickly took to his young daughter and son. However as the busy man he was his study would have to be passive while his family enjoyed a new loving companion and grew alongside him like many had who adopted such wonderful creatures into their family dynamic.

Later in life the parents would reflect on his behavior and joke that he was more the second son of the family than he ever was a pet.

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It had been 10 years since that fateful day. Wren, Bernards daughter, had hit the wonderful age of 18. She was a fully fledged adult, graduated and prepping for college. Birds chirped as a strong early summer wind rolled through the open window past the morning light shining into her bedroom. The young woman heaved a sigh and yawn as she tried to stretch and felt a familiar and warm presence on her chest and abdomen.

Clay, now a fine and large Linoone, rested upon her chest curled up like the snuggling brat he was. He had always been so insistent and demanding with Wren, a behavior that only got worse after he evolved and as she got older. Yet always it was done with affection, like a needy cat he would nuzzle into her neck, lick gently along her exposed cheek and shoulder to wake her in the mornings when he didn't want her sleeping in or simply demanded grooming or pets.

He was easily twice the size of the native versions of his species. No doubt attributed to his galarian genes. He was a long and slender weasel of a pokemon, his whole form covered in a soft down of silken black and white fur that obscured the pure muscle just underneath. Also unlike the local species of Linoone he had a wide and mischevous toothy grin, thick front paws equipped with large spade-like claws and an adorably long pink tongue that could extend a full foot from his lips and often did when he was mocking someone or playing with them.

This morning he happily slept snuggled up to his favorite human, Wren, whom he'd taken a liking to from the very beginning. As children they were nigh inseperable, from adorable tea-parties to tag or explorations in the yard to the rare pokemon battle or games between children. He'd always been a companion and protector until she hit puberty.

The second her attention began to turn to boys as she grew his behavior began to shift as well. Often times when she gushed about a boy in her class he'd trot off to somewhere else in the house or get between her and a cute guy and try to chase him off. She had put up with it for years before finally putting her foot down, even occasionally placing him in his pokeball so she could go out on teen dates.

The day she shared kisses with a boy in front of him really set him off. He began to act out more than ever, any time he smelled a boy on her, saw them kiss or hold hands or she brought one home she'd enter her bedroom later that night to Clay holding Wrens pillow tight as he ground against it with his large red beastly tool and used a paw to masturbate and ejaculate loads of his warm cum all over it. He always waited for her to return too, warming himself up but never fully letting loose until she could watch him soaking her cushion and bedding in warm sprays of his musky seed until the fabric was saturated.

He'd always hang his long tongue out, drooling slightly as he gave her a perverse and cocky look and emptied his sizeable nuts over her things until the dark stains covered them entirety.

Scolding him got her nowhere, he began to hide his pokeball and she sure as hell couldn't best him physically and wrench him off as he did his business. Even trying to grab a different pillow or washing the sheets was only met with her waking up halfway through the night with Clay forcing the cum-drenched musky pillow into her face, making her inhale his fluids and thick male scent while the saturated fabric squeezed drips and squishes of his seed into her mouth. He would always grind his thick musky semen into her face, degrading her as if he was scolding a puppy that made a mess by rubbing her nose in it.

The first few times it happened she was livid, she tried again and again to stop him but she would only wake up with his fat testicles the size of oranges draped over her face as she stared at his pink puckered anus. She struggled at first and he simply held her down, grinding his maleness into her senses as she inhaled his thick musk until her struggles stopped. He'd always grin and saunter off letting her breath and blush from his assertion of dominance.

After months of struggle Wren finally learned to just roll with it, each time he made her huff his musky nuts and suck in his scent or rub a cum-drenched pillow in her face she'd simply obey. When she would arrive home she'd openly watch as Clay murred and growled making love to her pillow and giving it a pat as if he'd done her a courtesy before she'd simply lay back and let the warm sticky jizz cling and dry as she slept. Though she would never have openly admitted it she'd grown to enjoy the heavy aroma of his arousal, it was wild and raw but somehow dense and undoubtedly masculine. It would always cling to the senses until she could almost taste it in the back of her throat and leave her still smelling it for a while after he pulled away or snuggled up with that same cocky smirk he always flashed her way.

Not that he was always a brat or menace to her, in truth it was pretty rare. He only ever seemed to act out when she left him out of something or fraternized too much with boys. Yet whenever she truly needed him, needed a companion, a protector or just a shoulder to cry on he'd be there for her. Too many times she'd come home from school sobbing and suddenly feel a paw tug at her hand and all but drag her to her bedroom. As she sat down he'd always climb into her lap, gently nuzzling her neck and licking away her tears as he held her tight until the hurt stopped.

When they were young he got beaten to near death protecting her from a wild makuhita. It was made all the worse by his normal and dark typing that left him 4x vulnerable to fighting types and yet never once did he falter or show any sign of standing down facing the fat beanbag of a pokemon while Wren was at risk.

He was her companion and closest friend. Sure he could be an ass some times, but it wasn't as if he could simply voice his complaints.

And so Wren finally pulled herself up, dislodging the snoozing weasel as he let out a grunt and whine rolling into the blankets while she rolled the opposite way to escape the warmth and comfort of her bed. She often only wore a loose shirt and her panties to bed these days. More comfortable and breathable with the approaching summer heat. She gave herself a once-over in her bedroom mirror, a good look at her tall and skinny figure. She had a fair complexion much like her mother yet her fathers curly brown hair and hazel eyes.

She sighed rubbing her chest with a blush and trailed them downward to her rear as her pout turned to a smirk. She was admittedly pretty flat-chested, often mocked by other girls for it or looking to much like a guy with her preference for jeans and loose shirts. Yet she easily compensated with a fine and curvy pillow of an ass that she could flaunt as easily as any set of tits to get a guys attention. Even as she peaked in womanhood she could never shake the tomboy look and instead made it hers. "Mmm, mom always told me to work with what arceus gave ya~" she chimed playfully, wiggling her tight jiggly rump in the mirror before a complimentary growl and purr came from Clay nestled in her bedding.

"You got that right~!" she giggled back to him, flashing the pokemon a wink as she engaged in more-or-less one sided banter with him. She often shared quips and discussions with her little...well, BIG weasel and simply relied on vocal context clues to continue their discussion which he always seemed to enjoy.

Today was a big day for her, she'd be scouting out local colleges and universities alongside housing and all the busy work of getting herself started on post-secondary education. It was her hope to continue her studies and further her skills in writing alongside pokemon studies which was often a general course many took. She had dreams of being an author yet also aspired to follow in her fathers footsteps. While he was often a very busy man never once had he made his children feel unloved or neglected. It was often a wonder he got any sleep at all darting between regions or chasing down rare pokemon to study and document.

"Clay, sweety!" chimed her mother as the linoone's ears perked up. "Make sure Wren is up and bring her down to breakfast please!" she shouted as an order. Clay's tail straightened, wiggling as he looked to Wren with that big impish grin and mischevous eyes.

"Oh no.." Wren squeaked with a stifled giggle and smile knowing just what was in store for her now as the big weasel pounced.

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By the approach of fall she had moved out of her family home and into an apartment a city away. Clay of course had come with her, the two were peas in a pod and while he seemed to dislike the city and its busy pace he was content to be where Wren was. It was a relatively nice one-bedroom apartment with a living room, kitchenette and fair sized balcony. Her scholarship and loans would cover rent for now, but she was no freeloader and fully intended to pay back every cent in due time and spend carefully till then.

She was attending the college of her dreams, meeting new people, new friends and..new lovers. It was only the second week into her freshman year when she met him, Jonah, the usual tall dark and handsome. And of course she expected the backlash from a certain overprotective pokemon.

It was clear Clay wouldn't get along with him from the start. Even getting Jonah into the apartment or trying to spend time alone was becoming a trial. It was only when Clay refused to share the bed between the three of them and resorted to his "pillow trick" to get his message across that Wren finally had enough. That same night she finally put her foot down, knowing for all his bluster and snarls Clay would never actually hurt her she managed to toss him out of the bedroom and lock the door.

The agitated yowls and whines as he pawed at the door didn't move her, not this time. She practically forced Jonah, who now felt rather awkward on a cummy bed, to cuddle her and watch a movie together as they grew passionate. Perhaps the scent of Clay's cum and musk even enhanced and emboldened them as they drowned out the pokemons protests outside and touched each other intimately. Their young passion reached all the way to third base with only the lack of contraceptives and perhaps a sliver of responsible thought stopping them from going all the way. Not that Jonah hadn't tried~

The next morning had certainly been a treat, extracting Jonah from the apartment with as few scratches and bites as possible with Wren using herself as a shield. They went to the local pokemart for a quick purchase before Wren kissed her boyfriend goodbye and marched back in the the apartment. Clay was scowling when she returned before brightening a bit when he saw her alone, he tried to sniff and rub but Wren was having none of it, it was time to put her foot down once and for all on all of Clay's mischief and obstinate behavior.

Hefting a stuffed pet bed she tossed it down in the living room by her couch before walking to the entrance to her bedroom. Claw marks were all over door with flakes of wood and paint stuck in the carpet from the night before that would no doubt hurt her security deposit. Clay watched but still stomped around a bit in his usual upset manner, trying to get her attention yet remain aloof and indignant as if to guilt her. She was having none of it. A special metal strip was inserted into the door before she walked over to her pokemon. He looked up at first with that same coy smirk thinking he'd won before she hurredly snapped something around his neck and tightened it with a light beep as the collar slipped into his fur.

Clay immediately yipped and growled, rolling around and digging his claws into the item trying his hardest to rip it off or snap it. He'd always despised collars and his pokeball, anything that limited his freedom of movement or gripped him was a bother. He snarled and tumbled unable to dislodge the durable device before a warning beep sung out and the inevitable zap that made him jump upward and thump on his back. Rolling over he glared at Wren and tugged at the collar letting out a whine and loud agitated huff. He scowled and looked at her, yanking at the collar as she folded her arms and shook her head.

"NO!" she shouted quite sharply in a tone Clay was not used to before her finger waved above him. "Clay, I am sick and tired of you ruining my things and ruining my chances with guys!" she barked as he for once listened intently. "I'm an adult now. I'm the boss! We're on our own and I need to experience new things and grow " she shouted, "I know you're trying to protect me. I know we're close but you need to learn boundaries and stop destroying things, understand??" she glowered and pointed to the special strip.

"Without my say so you cannot enter my bedroom anymore. Your bed is there from now on" pointing to the rather nice pet bed resting by the side of the couch. "And until you learn to reign in your behavior that collar stays on. It's guaranteed to withstand anything you throw at it and I can make it zap at the press of a button" she stated as Clay seemed to calm, huffing and panting a bit as the mix of frustration and shock began to show. "I'm serious about this thing with Jonah. He's a good guy and I'm in my prime" she sighed lastly as she gestured to her buxom with both hands "I'm a woman now. You need more than this apartment and I need a man".

Clay simply stared, never so silent before or his expression so stoic as he looked into her eyes and read her movements. Finally he lowered his head, giving the collar one last tug before the warning beep before dropping his paws never having been so thoroughly scolded, or perhaps never having it stick like this.

There was an unpleasant silence, a pity and regret welling in Wrens chest, but she swallowed it down and stood tall. It was for the better for both of them, they needed to grow up and stop acting like kids. She walked to the door, grabbing a large bag of no-name pokechow and slipping under the sink. They had always fed him more or less like part of the family, his own personal bowl at the table and usually topped with a bit of cooked meat strips to add something extra to his dry kibble. Now she placed it in the corner of the kitchenette with a little self-replenishing water dish beside it. "I don't want you on the counters or drinking from the sink anymore, understand?" she stated coldly and produced another strip that would soon adhere under the counter as Clay simply huffed and slumped down where he was in a mopey pile of fluff.

She stood and dressed for school, swallowing her guilt as she stood firm on her decision and beat down any doubt. They needed boundaries, there were other ways to get out his energy or make it up to him. She could begin taking him to the pokepark weekly or find some other way to socialize her rowdy little "brother". To her she was certain this would be better for the pair of them in the long run.

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Perhaps unshockingly it didn't look that way as time went on. Wren remained firm in her discipline with Jonah's support and Clay grew ever more indignant and distant like siblings in a feud.

It began with small things in the following weeks. Clay would glower and snarl at Jonah the entire time he was in the apartment but rarely act, the threat of zaps or Wrens disapproving glare kept him at bay for the most part unless he wanted a thundershock to make him hit the roof. He refused to enter the bedroom the day after Jonah had spent the night, treating it as though it were a filthy hovel. Even when offered or beckoned he'd practically demand the sheets were washed before sticking his snout past the door frame and monitoring his collar carefully.

He clearly loathed the bland and dry pokechow, spending more time batting it around in boredom or crushing it into powder Wren would have to vacuum up to prevent it spreading everywhere. They seemed to take small snipes at each other in their behavior but found peace occasionally on the couch with a good movie or once or twice a week sharing the bed. Wren had tried to simply teach Clay to ask for permission and behave a bit more, but their clashing wills were an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object. Instead as time went on even when beckoned or Jonah hadn't been around for a week Clay didn't bother entering the bedroom nor use the comfy pet bed which had gathered a notable amount of dust since its purchase.

In just a months time he stopped greeting her at the door when she returned from school or even paying her much mind unless she called to him. His affection was something she sorely missed. Yet on those rough days where she seemed ready to burst or cry he still rested beside her, listening to her vent as she gently pet him for comfort. He still cared, but it was increasingly apparent there was a growing divide between them.

It was Jonahs idea and speculation that Clay was jealous of his and Wrens relationship, even pokemon needed lovers and companions. It excited Wren, gave her hope as she contacted an associate of her father and tried to set up a pairing between Clay and some sexy local linoone females. The scientists took to the offer gladly, it was a chance to propagate a rare bloodline and variant outside of the reclusive Galar region.

He was sent off for a full week to socialize with his kind at a breeding and research facility in hopes he could unwind and maybe find a nice female. And yet it couldnt've gone worse. He was indifferent to the variant species, even with a mild understanding of body language he seemed to be looking down on them. And while the native linoone were fascinated by the huge and unique male introduced to their enclosure any attempts to socialize or integrate barely got off the ground while Clay found a grassy corner by the roots of a tree and refused interaction.

The tipping point seemed to be when the scientists tried to pair him in a secluded den with a female. While she fawned over the huge and studly beast and trilled with adoration of his scent and towering figure, he himself looked outright insulted as though he'd been offered scraps at a pricey buffet. Things only went downhill from there, the scientists lamenting that nothing was gained even as the females of the troupe all flocked and fawned over the stud while the males began to cower after only a few minor scraps for dominance he quashed all but effortlessly. Clay appeared to act as though he'd been thrown into some lesser society and forced to make the best of it.

When he finally returned to Wren she was not met with the face of a happy and thankful companion, but the furrowed glare and silence of a thoroughly insulted pokemon. It wasn't long before Clay began to look scruffier or wounded when she came home or be absent entirely. He seemed to be slipping out into the city, picking fights and who knows what. His beautiful silken fur looked less kempt and wild by the day, rare was the time Clay would even spend time with Wren now. Instead sleeping off some injury, eating before heading back out or grooming himself.

She worried of course for his health but even more for his increasingly cold demeanor and independence. He seemed to be fighting non-stop, some nights not even returning home despite Wrens demands for him to dial it back. Her frustration, confusion and finally even her pleas for him to just open up to her a bit were met with indifference or little more than a single lick before he exited via the balcony. It impacted her relationship with Jonah, while he was a decent if pushy guy he made it abundantly clear he couldn't care less about Clay. Something of a selfish nature in him slowly revealed itself overtime as the stress grew and she more often found herself alone.

The two males in her life had never meshed afterall, an argument about sending Clay to a shelter for adoption lead to a rather heated argument and Wren sobbing alone once more. Jonah never once tried to comfort her as Clay had in the months they'd been together unless it involved heavy petting. Instead he finally told her she had to deal with it as an adult and he stormed out leaving her to curl up in bed and cry herself to sleep.

*beep*...*beep*..*beeeeeep*

Wren winced in her unsteady rest, her chest still heavy as she heaved a sigh and tried to slap her phone form the night stand. She didn't want to wake up, she was emotionally exhausted.

*beep*...*beeeeeep*

It came again, making her scowl and sigh as she hugged a pillow annoyed at the tiny red light that flashed with each agitating beep.

*beep*....*beep*.."beeeeeeep*

It came again before her mind awoke just enough to piece two things together. Her phone was in the living room, and that was NOT the sound of its alarm...

A tightness in her chest made Wren shiver as she opened her eyes and looked to the foot of the bed. A towering humanoid silhouette stood at the edge. That sharp red light blinking from a collar on its neck angrily delivering ineffective shocks as her eyes adjusted to the low illumination of her room.

A huge beast was standing there as she felt ready to scream yet the tightness in her chest prevented any more than a squeak. That beep and zap again as the thing growled and smiled with a familiar impish grin. The light beeps again, delivering a more powerful shock that remained as nothing to the creature before the realization finally sunk into her sleepy mind.

"C..Clay?" Wren sniffled as the big beast grinned and nodded. One of his new firm and dextrous hands casually grabbing at the collar on his neck, a hard tug and the steel-wire reinforced leather snapped. The device beeped almost as if in panic before he effortlessly crushed it in his palm as if it were made of paperclips and sawdust

The fear welled up again as she watched him casually dump the debris of that once-expensive shock collar at the foot of her bed from his open palm and grin. It was definitely clay, but had he finally snapped? Had their rift grown so far that he'd take his revenge? Hurt her???

She trembled and quaked as he growled huskily and slowly crawled into bed. The springs creaked and strained under the weight and approach of his new and powerful form. "C-clay!" Wren nearly shouted, her heart pounding as she realized just how small she was to him now.

He had to be 7ft tall, towering over her by a solid foot and far more muscular. He totally obscured her shivering mass as he loomed above, the weight of his body supported by his firmly planted limbs around her forcing the mattress upward as she closed her eyes and wanted to cry again.

There was a sudden warmth that caressed her cheek, making her gasp as a deep murr above her followed by another affectionate lick slowly coaxed her eyes open easing her welling terror.

There he was, her big brute of a pokemon. Could he tell she was upset? Even now he gently licked her cheek as he always did when she was, lapping her tears away and gently caressing her shoulder as he soothed and comforted as he had countless times before.

She didn't care how or why, tears welling again as the damn of sadness and worry burst open. She gripped his chest and buried her face into his warm muscled form and loudly sobbed with relief, she cried out her fears of losing him or ruining their friendship as his new warm and powerful arms embraced and hugged her. She gasped but happily welcomed the more intimate and supportive touch. She could feel the care he put into every caress even with his incredible strength. She was his delicate flower, safe with him, her protector.

It took nearly 30 minutes of soothing, of Clay holding her tenderly before her tears finally dried through her blubbering out her worries and Clay's gentle soothing growls the reverberated through her core.

She pulled back from her large studly pokemon, finally drinking in his form as she calmed herself enough to clear her mind and truly take in his changes. She had heard of this evolution, but very little about it came out of the Galar region. He stood an imposing 7ft tall, looming over her as she began to explore him with her eyes and hands alike. He growled again with approval, letting out a husky and deep "Obsta~" that elicted far more of a shiver than it should have from her.

He looked something like a punk rocker mixed with a badger now. His fur retained that marvelous black and white scheme, but now a beautiful silver-grey coat of coarser fur covered most of his chest, shoulders, forearms and even ankles like a bikers vest and gear. His hands were broad and dextrous, tipped with those same thick intimidating claws but now on a far more human appendage. His primary shade was still a midnight black with long ornate stripes of white in swirls and uniform streaks. His now-short coat, glossy from his new transformation, was soft to the touch and pleasingly warm. A thick and proud mane of a mohawk now ran from his brow to his back while his eyes glowed a piercing crimson and toothy maw opened to reveal a long and thick prehensile tongue.

"C-clay..I..wow" Wren squeaked under him, her hands pressing into his solid muscled form. His definition and tone was immaculate, masculine and robust as she slid her hands along the firmness of his physique and found herself taking in more of his enhanced natural scent and musk. He carried a soft grassy scent of dried grains and foliage as he guided her head into his chest. His warmth and aroma soothing the trembling female as she took slow breathes sampling a new added scent of musk and warm leather from his inherent dark typing. He even seemed to smell the part of a powerful punk biker, the scent wild and free but the undertone of maleness and a beastly musk undeniable and strong.

She could feel her body warming to him, this huge handsome male, no stranger but her closest friend. The comfort was dangerously disarming, she let him glide his hands where she shouldnt've, rub and squeeze where only a lover would. She moaned as he cupped her ass, looming over her with his warm masculine body as his other squeezed her breast firmly before a deep lustful growl rumbled from his throat.

His eyes met hers, even now filled with sincerity through a clear lust as a thick and overwhelming odor reached her lungs. She inhaled with a gasp as the pheromones filled her, a rich and raw familiar scent more pungent than ever clinging to her senses as she looked downward. Clay's beastly tool was peeking out, the head thick and covered in a webbing of tiny veins that lightly throbbed with each beat of his powerful heart. His cock was tapered like a canines but rapidly thickened as it flowed down a plump head and along a mostly-hidden shaft. A ring of blunt rubbery nubs wrapped around the base of his glans like a collar of dull spikes one might see on the neck of a junkyard dog.

The short and blunt protrusions seemed to meet in the middle, flattening out further and thicker as they flow uniformly down his exposed glistening maleness to guide the now constant stream of his thick musky precum that drooled from the tip of his imposing member.

Her eyes lingered much too long on his incredible shaft, admiring the black fur atop his legs and the soft white between his thighs and calves all but drawing Wrens attention to the fine contours of Clay's sable balls and plump sheathe slowly revealing his imposing cock to the night air and cushioned by a thick tuft of crotch fur.

An approving growl met her ears as she gazed, staring at thick testicles the size of grapefruit and the proud footlong animal cock that stiffened and throbbed above them. A slow and encouraging lick along her neck made her gasp, his eagerness was apparent, his maleness drooling as it stiffened under her watch until he rocked his hips and drew his hands upwards to grip at her shoulders.

She looked upward into his eyes one more, a gentle desire and feral lust as one before he lowered his head and drove his tongue along her exposed shoulder and upward across her neck. Wren gasped from the sensation, shivering from the electric pleasure that danced on her skin before his tongue lead their lips together. She barely had time to speak, opening her mouth as he angled his head and dove in enveloping her mouth and cheeks with his toothy maw.

Wren tensed and gasped with shock, and yet as she felt that huge slithering tongue press to hers she couldn't help but blush and lick back tasting his bitter drool. She gently swallowed the shared saliva, her pussy moistening under his embrace as his insistence and care sent all the right signals. She heaved a breath, feeling him fill her lungs with his own as he enveloped her in the heat of his body. He pushed his thick muscle further, pinning her tongue, wrestling with it as he coiled it around her own and tasted her through a deep rumbling growl and panting slurp between them.

She gripped at the thick fur of his shoulders, her head hazy as he filled her with another breath and plunged his tongue deeper into her throat. He felt her suck and swallow, moaning lightly as her throat bulged ever so slightly with the intruding muscle that worked in and out of her exploring and claiming untouched depths as he rumbled with lust and dominance.

She could feel the spray from his cock over her, the constant dribble of his thick musky pre soaking into her shirt and clinging to her belly. it was hot and sticky, potent and raw like the beast above filling her lungs with his breath and her throat with his writhing tongue. His growls and grip were firm, coaxing her to suck and swallow, to whine and submit as the blush only grew on her face and dampness in her crotch intensified. There had to be almost 2 feet of thick slimey badger tongue punching into her throat, teasing her lungs as she simply whimpered and moaned for more.

She ground against his thrusts above, feeling his hot girthy cock scrub the cum and oily sweat into her shirt and skin as his immense testicles drug against her body letting her feel the weight of his pulsing orbs. She swallowed at his probing muscle through whines and moans, her mind hazy with a newfound pleasure as she tried to caress his tongue with hers. She could feel him press against it, wrap and squeeze and she loudly slurped and groaned through their locked lips while his deep growls vibrated her core and breath flooded her lungs again and again leaving her reliant on him to even breath as he probed and drooled in their passionate lock.

Finally it seemed to stop, Clay gradually pulled back, keeping her pinned as he opened his maw and let her watch and feel him retract a thick 20-inch tongue from her throat before she drew in her own breath again and heaved a shuddering pant under the potent beast. She looked down to his immense pulsating cock, far larger than any humans could be, obscene and perverted, productive and unnaturally potent. His cloying scent invaded her mind, his musk nearly burning her nostrils as every breath drew in the dense mix of pheromones between them signaling their bodies were ready and willing.

It seemed to finally click in Wrens mind as she caressed that slickened inhuman shaft glistening with an excess of arousal. The cumming on her pillows, smothering her with his fat nuts when she tried to get intimate with guys. His ferocious protectiveness of her, intense disapproval of her boyfriend and the incredible insult of her trying to hook him up with some wild animal.

"Clay.." she sighed through slow aroused breaths, looking up to meet his eyes. "You wanted me, didn't you..?" she asked as her cheeks flushed. A wide grin and lustful growl met her question before a light nod and gentle lick across her cheek once more. "You were.." she giggled and blushed, a light sniffle as she felt an unusual warmth and embarrassment welling alongside the intense arousal in her chest. "You've been trying to get me to understand for quite a while huh?" she smirked embarrassed while reaching up to knead his broad and powerful shoulders. Clay responded with a deep huff and roll of his eyes as if to say "big understatement" and draw a light giggle from the gentle and slender woman under him.

As their eyes met, gentle breath between them. Shared warmth and Clay's entrancing presence. Wren had always found Clay's musk appealing, once or twice secretly goading him into teabagging her when she was younger before masturbating when she thought she was alone. She had never thought much of it before, but who could ever love her more than Clay? Who had protected and soothed her, looked out for her to the detriment of his own health but him?

She knew there would be no going back from passing the final barrier between trainer and pokemon. How would her family take it? How would Jonah? Even now Clay gave her all the time in the world to think yet he was firmly in charge. She was pinned under a far more powerful creature, one that could effortlessly maim or injure, one that could take whatever he pleased and yet he was firm but gentle allowing her some measure of her own control.

"You..became like this for me, huh?" she asked timidly, remembering how often he had left the house, fighting constantly. He grinned and nodded again, his eyes half-lidded purring a deep "Goon~?" as if asking her if she liked what she saw. Her eyes drifted over the huge and powerful stud, broad, masculine and handsome. She definitely did.

Gripping at his fur she swallowed her doubt. He was what she had always wanted, he cared, he understood.

"I did say I needed a man, didn't I..?" she sighed with a gentle smile. "Let's do it~" unable to meet his eyes before a gentle claw forced her to meet them as he loosed a throaty growl packed with arousal and excitement, an assurance he'll treat her right. She'll love being the bitch of an Obstagoon.

It was no more apparent then when he slowly slid down her body, his claws gliding gently along her he exposed flesh as she watched and shivered with anticipation. He flicked his tongue at her navel to make her jump at his slow decent. He teased until she was already sopping wet by the time he reached between her legs. He wasted no time in pulling back the soft fabric of her panties, feeling the heat of her swollen needy lips as strings of her sweet feminine nectar clung to the darkened cloth and the scent of her receptive body filled Clay's nostrils.

She was so fertile, so vulnerable. It drove a deeper growl through his core as his thick tongue slithered out to press and slide along her glistening lips and flick her swollen clit. Sharp pleasure shot through her as she gasped and clung to the bedding squeaking his name. Another lick, slow and deliberate. He was tasting her, savouring her scent and nectar. Something he would enjoy often from now on and yet even sweeter were her gentle cries and moans driving him onward.

His toothy maw loomed close as he gripped her thighs, holding them apart, spreading and exposing her to her pokemon as his breath washed over her sensitive folds making her squirm and shudder. His slick tasting muscle slithered from his maw, pressing hard against her lips before slipping in a mere inch to test her resistance. Wren gasped letting out a groan as she felt it wriggle inside, the tip sliding another the folds of her sex, coaxing out more of her arousal before slipping deeper while she watched and hear the light squish form the invading muscle.

His tongue never seemed to end, more and more was filling her, sliding past her lips as she swore he was coiling that thing within her, letting her feel the pressure before it shot forward with rising pangs of pleasure. She could feel him scraping her dripping walls, smearing saliva and want as he sucked up his bitches taste and nibbled her sensitive nub before cramming forward to hear her sweet moans and squeals while she gazed and shuddered meeting his eyes and coy grin.

"C-clay~" she stammered through heated breath, so full of his thick tongue it was visible in her abdomen, so full of pleasure as he coaxed her walls to flex and drip against the excessive girth and length. She could hear him chuckle, murring heavily as the drip of his own arousal and thick rich scent of his seed filled the room while he eased and explored his precious lover. He flicked lovingly against her cervix, kissing at her womb with his wriggling muscle as she squirmed feeling him slurp back and pump forward again to tease out orgasmic screams of shock and delight.

The room rung with the sounds of Clay's sucking and slurping, of his thick tongue fucking Wrens vulnerable pussy, impacting the lips, stretching and tugging as he slathered her insides in his slick saliva until she whimpered and cried out his name. He slid past her gentle barrier with a lewd pop, probing her womb, tasting her most intimate insides before finally hitting climax in a mess of staggering bliss creaming against the slithering intruder. Her legs felt numb as they shuddered and tried to kick, her nerves were practically on fire. Her supple body was hot as she felt the orgasm tighten and wash through her, crushing and milking at Clay's thick tongue while he growled huskily feeling the wash of her sweet feminine fluids spray and gush against his muzzle to flood his senses with his mates orgasmic release and matt his fur.

She was left breathless, her limbs tingling and joints sore. "Hnh.." she grunted, shuddering as she felt Clay sliding that massive muscle back into his maw until he pulled back showing off to her again the impressive appendage. The lewd sight made her shudder with heat, fresh from her orgasm seeing just mow much of him had invaded her most intimate parts. "W-wow" she giggled breathlessly, a pleasure so deep and thorough like nothing she'd experienced before. Clay simply grinned, slowly rising from between her legs to flaunt his huge imposing form, masculine and defined even in the meager light of her bedroom as he towered over her.

More importantly, her eyes drifted lower to the other impressive length that pulsed hotly between his legs. His immense beastly cock was fully erect, a mix of angry reds and pinks as his thick arousal flowed freely over each bump of his otherwise smooth member. "C-clay" she gasped again, staring at his maleness as she lay prone, aroused and vulnerable. The mere utterance of his name in that tone caused his shaft to throb and spit a thick string of his dense musky cum across her chest, the heat soaking into her exposed flesh as she gasped and trembled making no effort to resist.

He soon began to crawl into the bed once more, feeling the mattress strain under him as it creaked with his approach. She could feel his heat bathing her as he once more shrouded her own body with his own. His heated breath washed over her breasts and neck, his powerful limbs positioned above her shoulders as he pressed her legs forward and over his own. "Staa~" he purred with his immense footlong cock throbbing over her waist, the shaft easily thicker than her wrist as he gingerly angled her to kiss along her swollen lips and button with his thick drooling shaft.

She hissed at the pleasure of their first contact but made no effort to resist, watching as he treated his mate with care even through a clear staggering lust of his own. She watched with gentle breathes, meeting his eyes and having him guide hers down with his to his endowment. It was clear what he wanted, her last sign of acceptance and submission. To agree once and for all that she would be his. The very thought made her shudder with excitement, the shame and taboo nature of their union only made her body ache for him more knowing how long he'd pined for her to be his, made his moves and be ignored or misinterpreted again and again.

Her hands slid downward as she heard his gasp and growl, his clear excitement as his meaty tool pulsed and spat at her hands approach. She seized the hot slick tool, hearing him groan and growl as her hands embraced his maleness and felt the intense heat and stiffness. It was so hot, so slick and powerful. And soon Wren was angling his immense length, gently stroking at it to make Clay huff and rumble with pleasure while she helped him aim his incredible beastly tool right at her vulnerable entrance, there would be no going back after this.

The acceptance, the excitement and intense lust. Wren could feel Clay's hot fluids gushing against her lips, slickening the already spit-lubed cunt prepped by his tongue as he pressed the tip to her entrance with a light squish. Wren gasped but held firm, watching as he slowly decended, forcing an inch into her as it stretched her wide and forced a long trembling groan. All the preparation in the world couldn't have readied her for the sheer girth of his powerful shaft, those bumps rubbing against her insides once the tip had pressed forward. Clay growled deeply above her, restraining himself to ensure she would adjust to his maleness while she guided more of him in. She was helping him violate her, to slide his massive cock into her pussy, his immense beastly pokemon cock that made her stretch and groan with every inch.

"Hohhh-gods. C-clay" she heaved, watching another inch loudly slurp in as she grunted and huffed from the spike in pleasure, the constant fullness, the heat and slickness of his monstrous dick as it parted and stretched her folds. He was so huge she could see that lump inside her, the outline of his breeding tool working itself deeper as she squeezed his meat and clenched her teeth letting out a throaty moan as she came again from the sight and sensations of the perverse display, of her defilement and claiming by her companion and former pet.

Barely half of him was in her and she had reached her limit. She strained and whined watching and wanting through the miniature quakes of orgasm. It was only when Clay pressed his forehead to hers, a light purr in her ears before he licked along her collarbone and gingerly gripped her wrist that she calmed down through her rising heat and strain. She felt so full, full beyond measure and her body begged for more of her mates embrace, his incredible heat and dizzying scent.

No words were needed as he pulled her hands back, slowly laying her against the bedding as her stretched cunt milked like a sleeve over what he could press into her. "Let me handle it", the message was clear in his actions. His thumbs gently rested on her shoulders, keeping her steady as he gently rested his head against hers and lead her gaze to their joined bodies. He gradually slid out of her straining womanhood, letting her watch her lips tug and suck on his girth before pumping back in to make her groan and gasp from the heat between them, the electric pleasure filling her core and marvelous warmth of his fluids scrubbing into her walls.

A low growl rumbled from the studly badger as he began to gently pump in and out, stretching his mate, claiming her depths for himself through a gentle rhythm of slurps and pants. There was no way she could take his full glory yet, but in time he would train her, share bodies again and again until she was his entirely.

As he slowly worked half of himself in and out of Wren she held firm against his gentle embrace, his head against hers as they shared light gasps and pants while enjoying the show, their first union. For something so slow the pleasure was intense, every inch made her body quake, the thick bumps tugged so deliciously, spread and stretched just right to make her hiss and tremble with delight. She gripped at his long and powerful neck, squeezing the fur between her fingers as she panted his name and heard his deep purrs of approval. She could see the intense pleasure in his own expression, one of his eyes closed tight as his mouth was agape and tongue hung out while he growled and grunted with each pump to control himself.

It felt so right to be under him, to be together as his rich masculine scent of grass and leather mingled with the thick cloying musk of his maleness to fill her lungs and addle her mind while his throbbing animal cock pumped in and out of her sucking lips with light consistent slurps interspersed with their orgasmic sighs and gasps.

His pace never increased, not yet, she was too fragile for now. He settled on a pace, letting the pleasure slowly build through an hour of lovemaking. Again and again Wren came, gasping and crying out his name to goad him on and beg for his seed. He returned her needy pleas with husky growls and shared trembling breaths until finally he hit his peak. It was a groaning whine that escaped his throat as he slid as deep as she could take, forcing another inch kiss her womb before feeling the growing warmth pooling inside her, the gentle gushes and gurgles as his thick semen poured from his pulsing length and deep into her welcoming body.

There was simply too much volume to hold as she gripped him tight, trembling and purring compliments to her stud as he came, purring for more as the thick warmth penetrated her core and soaked her walls. She could feel the dark energy of his typing soaking into her, his stain more than just in scent but in body as she absorbed his virile fluids until the pressure began to escape from between them in a slow rush of liquid sex to soak and cling between them or ooze onto the bedding below.

Clay looked to her as he seeded his mate, murring in bliss as he nibbled at her shoulders and nape before pulling her into one final deep kiss. As his immense tongue pushed into her throat she simply moaned and swallowed in submission and delight tasting his saliva. His muscle wriggled into deep into her esophagus and slid back out leaving strings of their mixed spit between them before they embraced to sleep in each others arms.

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Morning came with the light sizzle and clack of cooking from the kitchen, the rich fragrance of eggs and bacon filling Clay's nostrils as he opened his maw wide in a yawn and pulled himself from bed.

Walking into the kitchen he saw his mate, beautiful Wren, happily cooking as she wore nothing more than an apron while working the stove. She hummed so sweetly before hearing the clack of Clay's claws on the tile floor and looking back with a smile to her handsome man fresh from bed.

"Good morning, Handsome" she giggled sweetly, turning back to the stove before Clay approached and gently wrapped her with his arms making her gasp and blush. He murred tenderly and kissed along her neck, his arms holding her against his warm and powerful form as she blushed and met his kisses with one of her own. They joined lips for a brief second in a loving peck before she returned to her task.

"I thought you could do with more than just pokechow from now on.." she sighed with a light blush and carefully poked at her dish as it hissed and crackled. "My man needs a proper meal, doesn't he?" she giggled feeling him lick and grope at her body to make her shiver from his possessive and tender embrace. More than the fact she was feeling amazing after that hot sex last night, there was lingering guilt from her treatment of him before the big change.

Clay simply murred, almost a deep masculine chuckle in her ear before he carefully rubbed her inner thigh. She gasped feeling him growing aroused again, his member swelling against her back as it slipped from his sheathe. No words were spoken as she blushed and leaned just a bit, letting use his arms as leverage as she felt him line up with a squish and grunt shoving his fat beastly cock back into her as she happily groaned and held on knowing all was forgiven.

Clay simply held his mate tight, her warmth, her scent. It was too much to resist, she was his now, he'd ensure she was well loved and everyone knew it. She was still so deliciously tight around him, pumping his immense length slowly in and out, working more into her as she panted and moaned under him feeling him slowly dig deeper than yesterday until his tip kissed at her womb and made her tremble.

He phone buzzed beside them on the counter. Wren too occupied with food and sex to notice as Clay carefully picked up the device and entered the password. Wren had never made it a secret from him afterall, before now the was no point.

He gingerly worked his thick cock in and out of his mate, loving her moans and gasps as she milked and squeezed his thick breeding shaft while holding her tight against him unable to escape his tender loving.

It was a message from Jonah on screen demanding an apology for last nights fight, the last in a short string of texts from this morning where it seemed Wren was trying to work up the courage to break up with him.

With a grin Clay pumped his cock in as deep as Wren could take, making her scream and moan as her face shone with pure extacy. He lifted the phone above them, a perfect birds-eye view as he looked with a grin into the camera and snapped a picture of he and Wren locked together. His immense cock was clearly visible buried deep within her, strings of cum and nectar clung to their joined bodies and Wrens thighs as she visibly came from the sudden thrust and firm hold keeping her speared on his tool.

Almost immediately the phone began to blare with a flurry of message before he calmly turned it off and pulled his mate into a loving morning kiss.

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The coming months were a flurry of change. Jonah hadn't exactly been amicable in their breakup, spreading the news and even the picture of Clay as he worked his cock deep into his lovely mate. Relationships with pokemon weren't illegal so long as clear evidence suggested the pokemon very clearly wanted it, and Clay was more than happy to prove he wanted it when the inspector popped by for a visit.

The young woman had barely gotten a question out of Wren before she was bent over the couch by her large horny stud and casually rutted as she squeaked and groaned her answers until the woman all but scurried away with a large checkmark over her "Yes" column.

Such relationships remained taboo socially and certainly Wren took a hit to her social status, but it mattered little when her stud did so much to keep her purring at home.

Of course, the dynamic between them changed dramatically. At home Clay was a sweetheart, fawning over his beautiful mate, licking and kissing her, massaging and rubbing as he pulled her into cuddles on the bed or couch basking her in his warmth and masculine scent until she audibly swooned.

Outside the home however things were vastly different. Perhaps it was natural obstagoon behavior, but Clay was a showman when they were out on the town. His normally sweet demeanor was replaced by a dominant and cocky personality, possessive of his lover and more than eager to show anyone who may have second thoughts about them how wrong they were. He goaded her into wearing less when they went on walks or to the stores. Her studies often took her outside of the town and he all but stripped her if she wore anything to cover her supple body of which he showed visible pride and arousal.

In the home he was an attentive lover, outside he was her protector and owner. She had no need of a school-appointed escort when she was out in the field, the few things willing to go toe-to-toe with Clay couldn't so much as dent his immaculate guard or hope to get past him. Her mighty stud made no secret of what he wanted out there either, regardless of whether or not she was assigned a partner or with company he would growl and grind against her until his immense drooling cock was hovering in her face and dripping over their work. More than a few people were treated to the sight of Wren shuddering with a blush, looking to her partners and then to Clay as she began to lick and kiss along his shaft or calmly shift to all-fours and present herself like a bitch in heat before being taken right then and there.

There were protestations at first, but she had always known how insistent he could be. Though it seemed to others he was degrading her in public, showing her off as a pokewhore or pet, she knew in truth it was the opposite, it was the most honest expression of his love and pride. Clay was more than eager to show the world his beautiful mate, to goad others into watching their union and drink in the sights of their rocking bodies and chorus of moans and grunts (and duck several charges of public indecency).

Nowhere had this been more apparent than at the opening of the new battle train that would travel across Unova. Still a young student and carrying her debts it was important for Wren to seek out alternative sources of income to supplement her meager earnings and battle had been one of two lucrative activities she and Clay had begun to actively participate in. Clay was more than a formidable combatant and the train not only offered the prize money from beating each trainer that boarded but a prize of a solid gold nugget to the top contender.

Wrens steps were gentle, uneven. Clay gently hooked an arm around her waist to keep her steady as they entered the train already drawing looks from the others on board. Cosplay had been encouraged for the spirit of the event so few paid notice to her trench coat until it fell off her slender body. She had been trying to go for a more "gothic princess" look at first before Clay had made some rather insistent adjustments to her attire. She wore entirely black polished leather, her headband keeping her hair back yet doubling as a "crown" as a low-cut sleeveless vest exposed the vast majority of her back and belly, hardly bigger than a bra and supporting her exposed perky breasts and stiffened nipples to the entire trains audience.

Polished black leather leggings with lace and long fingerless gloves held firmly to her shins and forearms while a leather skirt and soft black frilled panties protected her decency. There was an almost dead silence after the initial gasps, shameful warmth rushed to Wrens cheeks and swollen womanly lips as her large pokemon lover loudly complimented her with murrs, growls and visible gropes of her tender plump ass and small but perky breasts.

The last addition to her outfit was the collar, black and studded wrapped gently but firmly around her neck. The inside was soft, lined with silk to prevent chafing or burns alongside a long matching black leather leash held tightly in the paw of the large grinning obstagoon beside her. She was less gothic and more bondage princess, or at least leather fetish.

The battles were going to begin soon and yet Clay refused to let Wren move from her spot, she was made to gently shift and expose herself, letting the others in the train drink in her provocative dress while Clay goaded her onward with feral compliments and utterances of his species name. The more she exposed herself the more confident she began to feel, blushing hard as the exposure began to excite in ways it really shouldn't have. She was already an outcast for loving Clay, how much worse could it become if their taboo relationship swung heavily into exhibitionism?

A gentle lick and firm tug on her leash seemed to answer her question as the train finally began to move. It didn't matter what others thought, she had Clay and he had her. Even here exposed and demeaned as her own pokemon tugged her by a leash she was emboldened knowing her was with her.

There was a mere 20 minutes to the beginning of the event, a countdown timer began to ping as Clay calmly sat in a large seat, his legs spread as he tugged Wrens leash and beckoned her close. She could feel her pussy moistening as he layed back so casually with his legs spread wide. His fat balls hung openly in the air for all to see, his immense package on display and throbbing as his body language exuded such control and confidence.

Wren was tugged forward and brought to her knees, a paw on her head pulled her forward to kiss his warm scrotum and upward to his swelling sheathe. Already his musk was so thick, so heavy in the air around her as it flooded her lungs and sinuses. She could nearly taste him before her tongue ever glanced along his furry sheathe and teased out the pointed tip of his arousal. A light wash of fluids began to pour as his cock was exposed, trapped fluids washed over Wrens tongue as she obediently lapped and sucked savouring her masters potent sex.

She could feel the eyes around her as she kissed his meaty cock, her lips met the tip and sucked downward to kiss along the base and lap at the escaping fluids while her tongue rimmed and tugged the firm stretchy rim. It was so dense and raw, a mixture of his arousal marinating his cock in a nearly sour cocktail of salty lust as her nose was pressed into the fluff of his warm crotch to suck in his fragrance and send sparks of dizzying pleasure through her skull.

It took little time while she fondled his heavy orbs and swallowed his girthy tool worshipfully for it to swell and penetrate her throat. A meek gurgle and swallowing grunt was her only reaction to the thick cock meat that spread her tonsils and popped down her throat with the passage of each thick nub lining the bottom of his member. She wanted desperately to touch herself as she was consumed and smothered by her potent mates feral sex, the large badger pokemon heaving a huff and murr as he watched her bob and suck slobbering over his inhuman cock and gulping down the rush of warm fluids that coated her throat and overwhelmed her receptive body.

Her hands never drifted from her task however, any flinch or wrong movement earned a stern growl and harsh tug on the leash, a firm sign of who was in control. An audience, a full train of pokemon and people were made to watch as she degraded herself, sucked on her pokemons fat oily tool and popped off once it was at full mast to meet the gasps of those seeing just how much dick was in her practiced throat. She earned her masters approval as his shaft bobbed in the cool air, a few more loving kisses danced along his thick nut sack as the pungent musk addled her mind and warmed her body with a need to breed.

Clay it seems shared the same desire looking down to his beautiful leather-clad lover panting hotly between his fat testicles. He had allowed her to hide her pussy for this very moment, his mate primed for the next step of his personal show and enjoyment. He tugged her upward by the leash and shoulder, growling as he slowly lead her into climbing into and straddling his lap. The poor girl quaked with arousal, overwhelmed by the badgers powerful pheromones and flavor as his claw dug into those beautiful panties and oh so casually tore them away. All it took was a light rip and the wash of cool air for Wren to meep and blush, gasping as she looked back to see her skirt pulled forward and panties obliterated to expose her soaking puffy cunt to the gathered crowd.

Already the sights and increasing scent of potent sex was having an effect on others in the cabin. A few emboldened pokemon were trying to make a move on their own trainers as Clay lined up his thick shaft and kissed at Wrens dripping entrance to make her yelp and moan. A mere inch was quickly inside her, perfectly visible to the entire crowd as Clay's paw gently rested upon her thigh and pressed downward.

"Ggnh, C-clay~!" she squeaked gripping his shoulders, another firm tug on her leash and firm growl making her pussy clench and drool as he pressed downward insistently. There was no refusing now, they were too far gone. Already he was penetrating her for all to see and holy fuck was it making her wet. She used his shoulders for support, a light grunt escaping her lips as she sighed and slid down on that large and familiar tool. There was an audible slurp as he entered her precious pussy, spreading her lips wide around his thickness as her legs trembled and merciless waves of pleasure wracked her luscious exposed form.

There was a light squish as she slid to the hilt, his maleness filling her utterly as she heaved a groan and arched her back as the buzz of her kinky indulgence and shameful act ran up her spine and through her belly.

There was a firm crack, Wren yelped as Clay's paw impacted her plush rump making it quake and jiggle for the crowd as she hissed from the pain and perverse pleasure. He was so skilled, direct and controlling, his massive cock was filling her to her limits as the crisp and vivid pain from his striking paw made her clench and milk while light audible squirts of her translucent fem cum glazed their joined crotches while his deep masculine chuckle rung through the cabin.

She could feel the throb and tingle as Clay's paw gently gripped at her side, firmly tugging her upward while she took a breath and braced herself. That freakish tool always pried at her insides and abused her lips on the exit. Lifting with her legs she could feel his warmth and fullness leaving her, light strings and gushes of his cum painting her insides before she slammed down again letting out a cry of bliss. She rose again and dropped with a light slap as their slick crotches ground together before that marvelous firm crack sung again making her cry out and tense as her insides squeezed and skin sharply stung showing the fine red of his paw print while her quim drooled over his shaft.

She began to ride her masters immense beastly cock, pleasuring him as she hungrily engulfed his maleness with her sopping wet pussy. She practically begged to be bred for all to see as she rode his lap with only the firm tug of the leash and grip of his claws to keep her steady while she rode herself raw on his rigid tool and howled like a bitch in heat from the possessive gropes and rough deliberate slaps as Clay spanked and molested his precious lover to force her pleasure and joyous screams to new heights. Strings of thick cum and sweet nectar stretched and slapped between them as she shouted out gasps of bliss and grunts of sharp pleasure for all to hear while she begged for more.

With her submission complete he finally rammed upward as she slid down, the loud slap of their joined bodies making her scream as she was bounced upward once more. The cocky bastard simply grinned as he began to drill her hard, her own legs hardly able to keep up with his sudden fierce thrusts pumping his member in and out of her womb with each shove and slide of their bodies together. The sounds of slapping flesh and sumptuous moans began to ring out through the cabin as the pair mated for all to see. Copious fluids poured from Wrens tugging lips as Clay's thick bumps loudly popped in and out only adding to the mess of musky fluids that matted and smeared through flicking strings while they shared heated breaths and passionate groans of carnal pleasure.

The heavy *plaps* and *slurps* of their union couldn't last forever, both the timer and their own limits were approaching as Clay rammed to the hilt in his precious bitch, wrapping her around his pulsing tool as their seamless union prevented the escape of his erupting seed. Wren could only feel the warmth growing within her with each twitch and throb, Clay's dense sperm pouring against the walls of her womb in a white cascade of virile essence to drown her ovaries and cake her insides in the cloying stain of his beastly taint.

The two simply held each other through their productive orgasms, sharing breathes and body heat as they nuzzled and recovered from the quick but potent romp. Looking about it was hard not to notice the countless tents and visible erections of pokemon and tamers alike. A few rather insistent pokemon were so aroused by the mix of sights and thick sex in the air they were all but forcing themselves on their trainers like beasts in rut.

The pairs tactic was unorthodox, but it worked.

The other source of revenue was a weekly stream the pair had begun. Wren was far from the only person with a more-than normal interest in pokemon afterall, and the viewers paid bucketloads each week to watch Clay make love to his human mate.

Though there was always some level of switch-up the formula remained the same each week. Clay would embrace Wren, holding her close as she caressed and explored his form and he hers. His large claws would make her tremble and moan as he growled deeply and presented his immense tool to be pleasured. It was not rare he would employ his tongue, the long perverse muscle could push deliciously deep into her sensitive folds, pumping into her womb as she screamed for their audience and came a wash of feminine nectar over the large badgers snout while he sucked and swallowed savouring her release as his own pulsed hotly against her.

They would pan the camera when it was time for breeding, lowering it to catch every moment of Clay gripping her in his powerful arms, holding her close to his warm and powerful body as his thick cock found purchase and pumped deep into her womb. The viewers could enjoy every stretch and bulge as she was filled to the brim, his maleness visible in her taut belly and plump testes swinging under them. They were treated to the view of his exit, tugging on her insides as her lips stretched and slurped over each bump and crease in his beastly tool before he rammed back in to make her cry and groan his name.

The light slaps of their bodies colliding would catch sharply in the audio, Wrens almost feral whimpers and grunts as she held on helplessly to her mate while he stirred her insides and slithered his thick tongue around her neck to tug and squeeze like a collar. There were few things quite like the experience of being fucked by a large burly pokemon as his slick dripping tongue wrapped your throat. The muscle was powerful enough to crush her larynx with ease, and yet she knew he never would even as he bathed her in drool and hot breath. Each tug and shove brought them closer together, closer to their peaks as his teeth began to glide along her shoulder and nape. Pinches and nips informed her of who she belonged to, encouraged her to be ready to accept his seed until she whined in acceptance.

Finally the last act would commence, withdrawing his tongue from his mate either stuffed in her throat or gripping her neck as a perverse leash. She would be forced down, the camera angled again to focus on their crotches, their lower bodies as Wren was forced into the bedding and ass hiked helplessly before the powerful beast. His muscles would flex with the sheer power under his fur as he bared his teeth, a show of power for all those at home before he would pull out and ram in once more.

This was breeding, feral, absent of any love or compassion. He would slam his hips into hers, tip-to-hilt with each and every thrust as the bed rocked and her body quaked from the frantic rut. Wren would scream her sweet orgasmic squeals and gasps into the fabric as she was fucked harshly into it, Clay's massive tool tugged and abused her cunt far more than usual, the grace and gentleness gone as he spread her cervix and pissed streams of hot cum into her womb only to yank out his length and soak her entrance in his lust. The sperm practically wriggled against her, his powerful maleness cramming in to loudly slurp and spread not just her milking cunt but legs as well.

When he got like this Wren swore he'd turn her inside out, every thrust practically formed a vacuum seal before being unceremoniously ripped out again with a squish and spray of fluids as he growled harshly above heaving steamy breath as he unleashed his primal fury on her receptive womb.

The frantic plaps, slaps and squishes of their hot wet beastial sex would often overwhelm the mic, the sounds of their groans and pants nearly lost as both built up a hot sweat. It would never end with a single orgasm. Clay would ram to the hilt, roaring loud enough to shake the walls as he pumped a loud gargling river of bubbling badger sperm deep into her. The bulges, the sloshes and gushes were visible in the rare moment of calm and silence as he inseminated his bitch and felt her quake and drool under him in sore blissful delight.

In seconds he would tug out again, letting the deluge of thick sperm escape her pussy as he sprayed the last streams of hot sticky seed against her ass and thighs before ramming in once more to rut her again like the drooling beast he was. The audience was treated to his massive testicles developing a sweat, dripping and flicking his musky perspiration and cum as they violently spanked against her quaking thighs eliciting sweet whimpers and shouts from the full and fucked-stupid human cum sleeve.

It would finally end after the 6th or 7th orgasm. Clay would rest above Wren, all but enveloping her with his mountainous body as their sweaty forms rubbed hotly together. Wren was filled to the brim with her mates dense deposit, the excess of semen constantly oozing between them as he pumped his hips with light squishes and squiks to force one last whimpering orgasm from her as he stirred his seed and smeared the excess of their love against one another and the growing pool of fluids underneath soaking into the mattress and bedding.

It was always the most intense fuck Wren could possibly enjoy, begging Clay to simply let loose and fuck her like an animal while thousands of onlookers viewed and recorded their hot sweaty rut. It also left her incredibly sore for days, Clay was inventive even when drooling and snarling in a hot urge to breed his bitch until his balls are empty and she looks 6 months pregnant. Her anus was still a bit swollen from their last video, the horny bastard having pumped the first three loads into her cunt before stretching out her formally virgin ass and fucking so much cum into her colon she almost spat it up.

And yet as they both heaved and trembled Clay pulled her backward, hugging her tight to his warm loving embrace as the stream auto-ended and the pair cuddled together to rest after their weekly marathon fuck.

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By months end Wren had noticed several rather startling changes in her physiology. Concerned, she began to search for any information she could, mailing letters to the Galar region and searching their restricted boards. It was true that sex with certain species could have unusual effects, most often it was with poison or psychic types but not exclusively.

First and foremost she was soon able to take more and more of his massive cock by the day, not entirely unusual on it's own admittingly. In only a week he was able to hilt, pumping his slick tool right into her womb as her cervix squeezed and stretched over every bump along his shaft. Her hair had gradually begun to darken to a midnight black, her senses had grown sharper allowing her to more thoroughly enjoy her powerful lovers presence. His animalistic sounds gradually made more sense to her, the meaning conveyed with greater ease each time. Her teeth had begun to sharpen and her appetite had shifted more towards meats. Finally her tongue had begun to thicken and lengthen leading to even more passionate kisses between the pair. At first she thought it had been an infection or swelling but soon found the muscle to be completely fine, totally prehensile and getting bigger.

She would have her answer through one of her fathers old contacts, the same woman who had first gifted him clay all those years ago. A letter was in her hands now as she rested atop her lover, relaxing in bed as she gently stroked his chest, marveling at the muscle underneath his musky fur so rich in his feral scent while she bathed in his warmth. His arms were resting above his head, watching her intently as she explored his body and took a deep breath before tearing the seam of the note to read by the light of a bedside lamp.

What she read left her speechless.

"Dear Wren:

Lovely to hear from you after so long, dear. I'm afraid due to recent political conflicts my missive must be brief. You see, in Galar there are no female Zigzagoon. The species is entirely male, curious yes? They have a rather unique method of breeding which it appears you've experienced first-hand. You see. A member of their species will choose a mate, someone they find themselves most compatible with for any variety of reasons that marks them as the "optimal" breeding partner. As they mate (forcefully or not) their fluids will gradually alter the subject (Male or Female does not matter, both sexes are equally receptive) into a viable breeder.

The good news is they are always quite loyal to their chosen mate even if personalities differ wildly. The possibly bad news is these changes are both irreversible and you will be unable to produce human offspring. Even now any time he ejaculates into you it will be altering your insides to produce the most ideal and healthy young while making your body far more receptive to his.

Fret not you will not change dramatically externally and there has never been a case of the process affecting a subjects mind outside of psychic types. Say hello to your family for me the next time you visit and my future congratulations on your inevitable children.

Sincerely: Prof. Redwood"

It was Clay's gentle claw that pulled Wren's jaw from the metaphorical floor. A quick churr checking if she was alright as she felt faint with both excitement and shock. She couldnt've fathomed actually having Clay's pups! She'd never be able to have a normal life! But...did she want to?

Emotions roiled in her chest filled with conflicting thoughts and feelings, questioning if she truly loved Clay or his fluids had done it to her. She gripped at his coarse chest fur, the silver coat imitating a bikers vest as she held him close and whined. His arm descended from above to hug her to him, again asking if she was alright as she buried her face in his fluff and groaned letting him soothe and caress her. Each breath with her enhanced senses took in the scent of her wonderful mate, able to practically read his feelings through the slight changes alone as he held her against the cold and acted as her wall against rising doubt.

He was always so tender, always knew just how to rub and caress, how to purr and growl in his own soothing way to make her shiver like the big cassanova he was. He obviously hadn't made her want him through some perverse corruption, they were fucking long before any changes began to appear.

She rested her cheek against his barreled chest and looked up timidly to meet his warm relaxed expression and sighed. "So..how do you feel about kids..?"

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By the time the Christmas season rolled around Wren was carrying the visible bump of pregnancy. Though only a few months progressed she knew it was obvious to those who looked and as she was headed home for the holidays it was inevitable that the secret would be out.

She had banked on her mother not being tech-savy, her father always busy and her brother likely not into pokemon to more or less keep her relationship secret until she could ease everyone into it. Unfortunately the little bundle of badger growing in her womb had other plans, already her pregnancy had progressed far quicker than a normal human one would. At best she estimated half the time for her first son to arrive and her own transformation had apparently finished.

Her eyes were the same crimson as Clay's, her tongue a footlong prehensile muscle that often found itself entwined with his~ Her teeth were visibly pointed now, smiling resulted in an impish grin similar to that of her mates. She was visibly stronger than before, notable definition that took nothing away from her beautiful tomboyish form and of course her hair had all turned the same deep shimmering black as her mates fine coat.

As the family home came into view she caressed her baby bulge nervously, Clay was driving their new car and boy was getting a pokemon a drivers license an adventure in and of itself. He had happily taken up the duties of being the man of the house, learning to drive and scoring work as a laborer doing a great deal of physically demanding work 4 hours a day 5 days a week to give Wren some space and pad their savings. It was a marvelous way to train and didn't impact their other methods of cash flow. The couple were rather well off, important when Wren expected pregnancy to be a frequent thing for her.

The reveal went about as well as Wren had expected. The pair had managed to stealthily get their luggage to her old room, but stepping down to meet with her mother, Rose, for lunch lead to the woman practically fainting as Wren's crimson eyes met Clay's own with a nervous expression. Talking Rose down had gotten nowhere, her daughter defiled by her trusted companion in her eyes. Yet she and Clay stood firm against the barrage of attempted shame and shock from the stunned and panicked woman.

Her mother could see the pair would not budge, both all but insane in her eyes as she waited for her son to return hoping to find someone who could set this straight, Wren's older and burly brother Jake. The poor guy had barely even placed his bags on the ground before he was tugged into the kitchen to see the sight of his sister and her lover holding hands. It was clearly a shock, his mother demanding he do something about it as Wren tried desperately to explain and Clay stood between them protectively. He marched to the large badger, chest-to-chest, the two big males squaring up and staring unflinching at one another.

Wren protested as their fists rose, a clash imminent before they playfully bumped together and shared a laugh. Jake and Clay happily embraced each other with one arm as Rose's head nearly exploded from the sight before she shrieked "WHAT are you doing!?" to the amicable pair of brothers.

"Well frankly, mom" Jake answered still embracing his large pokemon brother, "I can't think of a guy who would treat her better than Clay" he smiled earning a wide proud grin from the large badger and relieved sigh from Wren. "Sides. She's an adult, she can make her own choices" he added quite casually as Rose stressed and flushed feeling like the only sane person in a mad house.

It was an hour later that Bernard finally returned home, Clay and Jake drinking beers and watching sports as they chilled like siblings while Wren had a nap upstairs.

Rose spouted the long tangent of debauchery and shock of Wren and Clay's relationship. Her obvious pregnancy and confirmation by both that Clay was undoubtedly the father. Bernard listened as he always did in his awkward way, slightly slouched but attentive as she explained the situation to him and heaved with her face red as a tomato. "Do you have anything to say about this!?" she shouted with frustration to her calm and collected husband as he adjusted his glasses and nodded.

"Did she happen to take any notes?"

*slap*

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Wren giggled reminiscing about the first trip home after she and Clay had discovered their love years ago. She sat now in their modest home calmly typing up her most recent discoveries in the fields of pokemon and medicine into a careful and thorough report. A large Galarian Linoone rested over her shoulders, draped like a scarf as the critter slept contently. Two zigzagoon happily tumbled and played together nearby letting out growls and squeaks as they fought and wrestled before resorting to tag or some form of hide&seek.

Wren smiled and gently pet her son, stroking his fur as he let out a light sleepy churr from his mothers affection. She was a successful author now of both scientific journals and fiction these days, a professor much like her father though she remained in her home region.

She could hear Clay upstairs, the ruffling and grumbles before he marched down the stairs with a wide toothy yawn. Marching to his mate he gently held her from behind, hugging her and their child tenderly as he rumbled a good morning in his native dialect and guided her into a tender morning kiss.

Though not quite the life she had expected, she couldn't be happier.