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"Wait, Crescent. Not here. Somebody could see us!" Opal weakly pushed her hands against her absol's head, but that hardly stopped the large feral as he buried his muzzle between her thighs, soaking her tight black gym shorts with greedy licks. Crouched against the trunk of a tree, she was well within viewing distance of one of the dusty jogging trails that spanned the local park, and only a few chest-high shrubs concealed her and Crescent from the eyes of other joggers. Merely her head peeked out of the bushes, nervously swiveling from side to side as she expected someone to pass by at any moment. "Please, we really can't get spotted like this!"

The absol let out a displeased grunt and finally pulled his snout out of Opal's crotch, only to scrutinize her with hungry blue eyes while pawing at the rim of her shorts. At least, the sizable quadruped kept his tail low and out of sight, so others would notice nothing but a hint of white and the tip of his horn through the foliage, whereas she got to see him in all his buff, sweaty glory, towering in front of her while his arousal manifested in a swelling, fattening crimson erection. Already, two inches of his engorging taper protruded from his fuzzy sheath, and it was swiftly growing bigger while he sampled her scent with greedy sniffs, gorging himself on the smell of his horny, fertile bitch, because it didn't matter that they were outdoors in a public park. His lusty advances still affected her as much as they did within the secrecy of her home.

Originally, Opal had only paused her jog to catch her breath and take a leak in the bushes, but Crescent had taken this as an invitation to get more intimate with her. Now, she was slowly sliding down the tree trunk, drenched in sweat and her breath heavy as her rising arousal flooded her with scorching heat — as if the summer sun wasn't hot enough already. However, she immediately held her breath as the sounds of footsteps reached her ears, and she hurriedly put her finger against her lip, urging her absol to stay quiet while a couple of joggers approached their spot in the undergrowth.

This time, the feral unquestioningly heeded her advice and lay down flat on the ground, tilting his head to track the steps as they drew ever closer. Dangerously close, because Opal eventually got to hear the joggers' winded breath as they jogged past them, and her heart skipped a beat when one of them slowed down right next to the bushes. Every fiber of her body tensed up while her brain hastily invented excuses for her situation. Not that they'd be able to tell that Crescent had licked her moments ago, but that hardly mattered as she still felt the dripping consequences.

A stressful, seemingly eternal second later, the footsteps finally continued and the two joggers moved on their merry way, leaving Opal and her absol on their own again. She hardly felt any relief about it, though, as the shock from the close call sent electric tingles down her spine, goosebumps forming on her arms despite the sweat-inducing temperatures. "Phew, let's not let something like this happen again, okay, sweetie? This was cutting it way too close."

Crescent didn't seem quite as fazed by the incident, though, as he shook his head and walked up beside her, raising a hindleg to dangle his fat, fully-engorged fuck meat into her face. Soaked with sweat, his veiny crimson rod was steaming with his intoxicating musk. A single whiff of it made her moan and salivate, and she clenched her fingers into fists, resisting the urge to grab it and stuff it into her mouth mere moments after she had vowed to never do this ever again.

"No, Crescent, we can't…"

Not waiting for her to finish talking, the absol reached for Opal's arm and took her wrist into his muzzle. A simple gesture, yet one that didn't brook objection as he tugged at it, ordering her to follow with a low growl before he let go again and strutted away from the jogging trail, deeper into the thicket. He stopped a few steps in, though, to look back at her with an expectant gaze.

Opal picked herself up with a sluggish groan and awkwardly rubbed her arms, shooting Crescent a reluctant look. The message was clear. He was going to deal with his thick, throbbing issue, and wanted to help him. At the same time, she only had to take three steps to get back on her original path, and she doubted that Crescent was going to stop her, even less assert himself while others could actually see them. After all, he was suggesting to head deeper into the undergrowth for a reason.

Yet, as simple as it should've been to turn around and continue her jog as if nothing had happened, Opal found herself hesitating while she stared at the absol's dangling taper and plump, drooping breeding orbs, a strand of drool running down her chin. Was she really so addicted to his cock that she couldn't wait until they got back home? Was she really humoring the thought of taking him here in the park? Instead of dissuading her, however, her own voice of reason sent a riveting thrill down her spine and fanned her budding lust.

Finally, once Opal's growing horniness sealed her decision, she took another glance around to check for potential witnesses, because if she actually wanted to follow the absol, she had to make sure nobody else would follow them. Luckily, the path was still empty, and with a pounding heart, she nodded and joined Crescent on his trip into the thicket.

Opal soon began to regret her choice, as the way forward turned out to be an arduous struggle through brambles and over treacherous terrain, numerous thorns scratching her arms and legs while she tried to keep up with the absol. She had to constantly watch out for sharp rocks and leaf-covered dips in the ground to avoid tripping and falling, but at least the farther they got, the less likely anyone was to follow them because there was no way that anyone would be stubborn enough to stray this far from the beaten path — no one except her and Crescent, making this place more private than her own four walls. With no neighbors to hear them, nobody could get suspicious of strange, lewd noises.

All of her remaining doubts and regret dissolved the moment they reached their destination, a narrow, sunlit clearing at the bottom of a rocky gorge. A babbling creek streamed across the crevice, dividing a small meadow of grass, moss, and clovers in half, and with two gray, mossy cliff faces embracing this verdant, flower-spangled patch of wilderness, Opal briefly forgot that they were still in the heart of a city park. She was less than a mile away from home, yet it felt like a hundred. "Oh wow, this is pretty. Did you know this place was here?"

Crescent nodded and pushed out his chest with a proud smile, parading around the clearing and pointing at various rocks and flowers to give her a tour of his secret sanctuary. But before Opal could get carried away by the sights of nature, the absol stopped in front of her and flopped onto his back, splaying his hindlegs to return her attention to him and his pulsing erection.

There it was, the original reason why the feral had brought her to this enchanted hideaway. After another quick look around to make doubly sure that they were alone, Opal dropped her last reservations and lay down on the soft grass behind Crescent's rear, sliding her face between his thighs until her nose met his fuzzy, sweaty perineum. At that point, a single whiff of his potent musk sufficed to rekindle her arousal, and the intense male stench mixed with the sweet odor of the blooming flowers into an experience unlike any before. She had done it in the garden and in every room of her house, even in the boiler room behind the fuse box, rutting on the bare concrete like strays in the back alley, but never before in the open outdoors like this. Of course, it was still a far shot from the true wilds beyond the city limits, but it was an addictive appetizer of what mating must be like in the absol's natural surroundings.

Gripping Crescent's thighs, Opal pushed out her tongue and dragged it across his taint, following up the sample of his scent with a flavor just as intense, a sweaty saltiness mixed with aromas of pure, rank masculinity that only grew heavier and earthier as she closed in on his tight rosy pucker. She greeted the twitching orifice with a wet, sloppy kiss, circling her eager muscle around it, back and forth, rubbing the tip and flat side against it, tasting and worshiping his delicious ring with greedy moans.

Thick, sweaty, musky, the feral's raw aroma smothered Opal's taste buds and drove tears to her eyes, but it still wasn't enough. Deep and ever deeper, she squirmed her taster inside him until her lips met his sphincter in a sloppy tongue kiss, and she gagged and groaned as fresh arousal washed through her body, making her writhe on the grass while she soaked her panties with her sweat and juices.

All the while, the large feral peered at her with a pleased smile, like a king watching over their most devoted servant, and a deep purr rumbled in his chest as she deepened her attention, his raging erection twitching and oozing sticky, glistening pre.

A minute later, Crescent placed a clawed paw on Opal's head to suspend her worship with a nudge. Once she paused, he dragged his paw pad across his balls and swollen length, his expectant stare commanding her to pull out of his snug, spit-soaked pucker and direct her affection to his other parts.

Without missing a beat, Opal wrapped her hand around his barbed taper, pumping his turgid cock with slow strokes while she dragged her tongue up to his balls. Still drunk on his aroma, her hot saliva streamed down her chin and dripped onto his taint while she spit-washed his plump black balls and the fuzzy strip of sweaty white fur in between. Sucking on each of his swollen breeding orbs, she even tried to swallow one, but her mouth wasn't made for balls this big, and she could've sworn that they had grown heavier since he had claimed her on her patio.

"Oh fuck, your balls taste heavenly, Crescent. I could do this all day."

Crescent rewarded Opal's passion with a deep, throaty purr, lazily licking his lips while he reveled in her ministrations. Then, with another pat of his paw, he prompted her to move on from his balls, and she followed without hesitation. First, she worked her tongue against his sweaty sheath, then she dragged it along the base of his pulsing shaft, cleaning the glistening layer of sweat with diligent licks until she reached his spiny, tapered tip, where she slurped up a bead of pre and leftover piss from the last tree he had marked in the park. "Ah, delicious."

Swallowing the salty, tangy cocktail, Opal wrapped her lips around her absol's glans and took the first inch, then another, only to watch him raise his forepaws once again. The hungry, horny glow in his ocean-blue eyes was stronger than ever, and she wasn't even halfway down his shaft when he grabbed her head and assumed control, unceremoniously slamming her face onto his rod.

Opal gagged hard as Crescent forced the second half of his rod down her throat, and her vision blurred as he kept his throbbing, flexing rod stuck inside her mouth, distending her neck and blocking her windpipe while watching her struggle. Tears streamed down her reddened, bulging cheeks and drool spilled over her lips and out her nose as she couldn't breathe. Only once her craving for oxygen grew so severe that she began to buck against him, desperately grunting and gagging on his shaft, he finally loosened his unyielding grip and allowed her to pull away.

The absol didn't let her pull back all the way, though, granting her barely enough room to catch a few breaths of his mind-breaking musk while she choked on a mouthful of pre and spit with his leaking tip on her tongue. And the instant she had replenished her reserves, he immediately pushed her back down, over and over again. Every time, his barbs raked along her stretched throat, exacerbating the flavors and aromas with pain like chewing on flaming hot chili pepper until her mind was swimming in lust and agony, becoming so thoroughly overwhelmed she could hardly remember her own name. And as her brain succumbed to the rough treatment, the rest of her body burned with even hotter arousal, her pussy becoming so wet, her juices seeped through two layers of fabric to net the grass below her with tangy, sticky dew.

Of course, the absol wasn't oblivious to his mate's blazing arousal. No, he cherished her lust and pheromones with eager snorts and savoring growls, and he didn't let her suffer for much longer. After impaling her throat with a few more thrusts, he finally let go and allowed her to catch her breath properly. And while his partner was on all fours, busy gasping for fresh air, he got up and moved behind her, granting her already thoroughly soaked pants a few long, wide licks.

No longer distracted by a face full of cock and musk, Opal slowly came back to her senses, but even when she regained control of herself, she was still overwhelmed with lust, all of her thoughts dedicated to the hulking, noble beast who was currently enjoying her derrière. So while he showered her with licks and slurps, she needily wagged her ass at him and whined, "I'm ready, dear. I'm all yours. Take me!"

Chuckling at her neediness, the absol hooked his claws around the rim of her pants and pulled them to her knees. Then he buried his muzzle in her crotch, treating her cunt to a passing lick before wrapping his tongue around her drenched panties, yanking them down with practiced ease. He had ruined half a dozen pairs before acquiring this skill, but now that he had learned how to undress her, he no longer had to wait for her to strip after coming home from work.

Once Crescent had bared Opal's soft, freckled rump, he immediately returned his hot, wet tongue to her slit and savored her juices like a fine wine. Of course, a single sip didn't satisfy the thirsty feral, and he followed up with a ravenous flurry of licks, lapping at the source of her tangy nectar as if he were drinking from a well of fresh water. Lick after lick, he gorged himself with greedy growls while his fervent affection whipped up Opal's lust into a storm.

"Harder, sweetie! Lick me harder!" she moaned, digging her fingers into the grass as she pushed back against the absol to get more of his passionate love. "Deeper! Stick it in!"

But as Opal begged Crescent to stuff her — whether with his cock or tongue, she didn't care as long as he stretched out her sensitive channel with something thick and hot — the male refused. With a teasing chuckle, he instead pulled his tongue up to her tight pucker and showered it with the same flurry of licks as her folds. While it wasn't quite the attention she had pleaded for, his passion swiftly made up for his defiance, especially when he wormed his slippery muscle inside her asshole, stretching her snug sphincter and sensitive insides with all his might and ardor. "Yes! Deeper, Crescent! Give it to me!"

This time, Crescent instantly complied and gave her a thorough demonstration of his strength when he twisted and thrashed his tongue around inside her ass, plunging it as deep as he could go before yanking it back out with violent thrusts. And while his taster wasn't nearly as big as any of her toys, its unparalleled flexibility and slippery warmth made the spontaneous tongue fuck all the more intense, sweeping her mind away with sensations she never experienced nor expected from that spot.

Before Opal could fully embrace the newfound anal pleasure, the absol withdrew his tongue with a wet pop to leave her hole loose and dripping with his spit, empty and hungering for more. She barely minded the abrupt abandonment, though as her initial disenchantment faded the moment the hulking feral mounted her. "I'm ready, Crescent. Fuck me," she whined, her arms and legs trembling under his heft while she spread her thighs and raised her rump even higher, eager to get served and bred like a female pokemon in the wilds. "Fuck me hard and make me scream. Claim me, big boy."

And how he claimed her, but not the way she had anticipated. Instead of stuffing her cunt with his thick, throbbing breeding meat, he pressed his dripping tip against her sphincter and rammed in the first few inches, spreading her asshole wide open. Thankfully, she had experimented with toys before, and his extensive rimjob had lubricated her hole with enough saliva to ensure a smooth entry, but the unexpected detour nevertheless stunned her. "T-that's my ass, honey," she gasped with bulging eyes.

Crescent grunted as if to agree with her statement, compassionately licking her cheek as he gave her a moment to recover from the initial thrust and prepare for him to pull out again. Then, once her cinched, trembling sphincter finally relaxed, he moved back his hips, extracting inch after inch of his thick, swollen fuck rod from her ass while his barbs set off a firework of painful stimulation. She bit her lip and took it with a hiss, but didn't hold it against him. After all, mistakes like this could happen, especially in the heat of the moment.

But then, the absol bent over her neck and wrapped his muzzle around her soft, supple skin, getting a good hold before he unceremoniously slammed his rod back inside her ass, sinking it an inch deeper still. And this time, he didn't grant Opal any time to adapt, taking advantage of her looseness with hard, relentless thrusts, and the raw force behind each and every one of his thrusts was enough to loosen her even more while she burst into a guttural scream that scared the bird pokemon out of the highest treetops.

Dazzling overstimulation seized Opal's mind and body as the feral rutted her asshole, claiming it with the same force and fervor as her pussy, even though it was a much tighter fit. Any assumption that he had accidentally stuck it in her butt was now thoroughly dispelled, yet his choice barely should've surprised her. Out in the wilds, this was how male absols asserted dominance over defeated strangers or the lowest ranking members of his pack, consolidating their position as the pack's new bitch or the alpha's property — female or not.

It was a testament to Crescent's affection that he had so far spared Opal this treatment, even though she already ate kibble from the same bowl as him, slept where he let her, and drank the water he shared with her in wet, sloppy kisses — if she wasn't busy sucking his balls dry. Although Opal already belonged to her absol the moment she returned home, it had taken until now for him to put her into her place according to his rules and instincts.

Fortunately, Opal was accustomed to the absol's bestial, violent love, drawing an intense, painful, yet otherworldly pleasure from his feral passion while his barbed cock ravaged her insides, and it helped that his sheer size and girth stretched her far enough to stimulate the sensitive spots inside her pussy, too. As such, her initial shock and struggle soon melted into screams and howls of delight, and she readily yielded to the dominant male, consummating her position beneath him as his mate and bitch.

After all, it was she who had begged Crescent to claim her, and while this wasn't what she had anticipated, it was everything she had ever wanted and more. So much so, his feral rush pushed her over the edge and launched her into a violent climax mere moments later, her whole body contorting and tensing up before she burst into a resounding cry, sharing her ecstasy with the woods. And while her insides succumbed to frenzied contractions, her asshole clenching and tightening around the absol's barbed, throbbing battering ram, he kept pounding her orgasming depths with unbroken vigor, loosening his bite around her neck to lick and nibble on her cheeks and shoulders only to let loose a visceral growl and clamp his forepaws around her sides until his sharp claws dug into her tender skin, droplets of hot crimson streaming down her sides.

Opal was still cumming when something thick and hard started bashing against her ring, Crescent's swelling knot teasing her with a size that trumped the girthiest toy she had taken up the ass. It was a sensation so unfamiliar, yet so instantly recognizable that it catapulted her orgasm to even greater heights, and it only became more intense as he went for the final spurt, throwing all reason and consideration overboard to pursue that tantalizing high.

Pounding Opal even harder and faster, the absol soon hammered her convulsing insides so violently that his flailing nuts slapped against her tensing pussy and engorged clit like a wrecking ball, splattering her juices all over the grass. The brutal rutting crushed her mind into smaller and smaller pieces, ruining what was left of her sanity in an unyielding onslaught of stimulation, and in the rush, her own orgasm refused to fade, her ring still clenching and convulsing by the time his swollen crimson bulb slipped out of his sheath in its entirety, preparing to tie her for the coming half hour.

Now, the feral only had to squeeze that massive bulb through her sphincter, and he exploited all the leverage he could get. Snarling, he clutched her neck and shoulders with his claws and jaw and pushed his hips forward with all his might, stretching her anus to its limits until finally, a wet pop finally confirmed the tie. He had successfully lodged his round, fat knot into her ass, and not a moment later, her clenching tightness made it grow even bigger while a powerful flex inside her stuffed, stretched abdomen yielded the first squirt of thick, hot seed.

After Crescent had always painted the insides of her womb, it felt odd to have the gooey liquid rushing through her guts instead, but his sheer output, the spurts upon spurts, ropes upon ropes of cum erupting from his tip swiftly familiarized Opal with the sensation, and soon, her body was yearning for more. Fueled by his eruption, her orgasm flared up for one last time, her insides clenching in a dire frenzy to suck all of his hot, potent baby batter from his clenching nuts before her high finally faded, not even his voluminous spurts and growls able to sustain it anymore.

While a semblance of clarity returned to Opal's mind, her poor abdominal muscles relaxed so much from their frantic convulsions that she almost expected to push Crescent's knot out. It proved too big to yield to her natural peristalsis, however, staying lodged and locked in place for good while another part of her loosened, as it had so many times before.

A wet hiss announced her loss of control, a hot, golden stream bursting from her fluttering folds. Whenever she thought this wouldn't happen anymore, Crescent managed to overwhelm her so much that she pissed herself again anyway, a powerful torrent blasting onto his clenching nuts and splattering all over her thighs. The mess quickly soaked into her pants and into the flattened grass beneath her, but she was beyond caring as he had literally rutted her into the dirt, her forearms covered in mud as the smell of damp, piss-soaked soil filled the air. Opal had never felt dirtier before, but at the same time, this was exactly how their first romp in the wilds was supposed to be: feral, mindless, and dirty. "Fuck, that's good," she grunted, relaxing the rest of her body until she slumped onto the ground and closed her eyes, still pissing all over herself while her absol pumped even more seed into her guts.

Eventually, Opal's bladder ran dry and the messy rush ceased, but the tie was still far from over. The absol licked and slobbered all over her neck with heavy growls, assuaging the wounds he inflicted with his bites and scratches. But then he suddenly stopped, and when he fell silent, a distant rustling reached Opal's ears.

Opening her eyes a crack, she noticed that they were being watched from the other side of the creek. A leafeon with a nicked ear stared at them with big, hungry eyes. Lying on his side with a slender red taper protruding from his furry sheath, his arousal was as apparent as his wildness, no collar nor other tag linking him to an owner.

It wasn't the first time Opal had had an audience. But unlike the sylveon in her hedge who had observed her first rut on the patio, this male didn't care that she had spotted him, dismissing Crescent's warning growl with a lazy flick of the tail. The absol also placed a paw on her shoulder, pulling her against his chest to clarify that she was his bitch, but the other male didn't even attempt to challenge him while they were tied. Instead, he sprawled onto his back and wrapped his forepaws around his rod, languidly bucking his hips to fuck his own paws while he ogled them.

Although Opal was still exhausted from the merciless rut, the leafeon's shameless attention conjured a glowing blush onto her cheeks. Her embarrassment barely had any room to grow, though, as Crescent's pulsing cock kept her distracted with a constant trickle of pleasure and semen, and besides, it was just a pokemon. If it had been a human, this would've been a completely different story, but their current voyeur wouldn't snitch on her, even if he enjoyed the view with rather noisy grunts and huffs. Pumping his rod with ever faster, more frantic motions, it didn't take long before his knot slipped out of his sheath, round and bulbous, and with a shaky whine, he unloaded his seed all over himself, soaking his light fur with streaks of milky, gooey white like dressing on a salad.

Forced to stay, unable to look away, the visceral show of the leafeon's orgasm flushed the woman with a new kind of thrill, and as if to corrupt her even further, Crescent chose to finish his instinctual subjugation of her just before the other male's climax ended. Done with nutting inside her, having stuffed her guts to the point her midriff had swollen into a nice, soft cum bump, the spurts of semen suddenly turned into a constant, powerful stream of hot, watery liquid, and her eyes widened when she realized that he was pissing inside her, further inflating her belly with his pungent golden wastewater while the other male watched her humiliation.

Today, Opal had not only become her absol's bitch and cum rag but his toilet, too, completing the perverse trifecta of her subjugation to tie her tighter to Crescent than a knot or gold ring ever could. "F-fuck, so full," she gasped once Crescent stopped urinating inside her. And while their watcher got up, licking his lips in satisfaction as he sauntered into the undergrowth, she added with a shaky smile, "Thank you, Crescent. I love you so much."

The absol returned Opal's words with big, loving licks across her neck while she closed her eyes with a sigh, wallowing in his affection and the afterglow. After having been trapped in a tight suit in a cramped office all morning, the trip to the park's hidden sanctuary had been exactly what she had needed to forget about her daily grind and struggle. No more worries, no more obligations, just mating and breeding in the woods like wild, feral pokemon. Never had she felt freer and happier before than in a puddle of her own piss in the grass, tied to her most beloved, cherished mate, her lover and master, her proper owner as the ownership statements on her documents for Crescent had lost the last of their meaning, and part of her wished this moment would never end.