FSE

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Winding paths curling and twisting around wide hills and tall plateaus defined the West Province of Paldea, specifically area one. Tall grass swayed as the wind cut through the bumpy plains. Deep shades of orange hued the verdant expanse as the sun kissed the horizon dropping lower and lower until it rested along the line. A plateau sat near the edge of the province overlooking much of the land with a single tree standing at the center bearing a hedge of leaves large enough to provide shade for most of the plateau. It was here that a small camp had been made, a tent near the gnarled roots of the great tree, a fire pit nearby, and what appeared to be a foldout picnic table. At the edge of the hill was an almond-skinned girl wearing overalls and a fiddler cap. Her tousled orange hair stopped just above cloudy gray eyes underlined by a small smile. In her hand, she held a brush that she flicked along the surface of a canvas, and in her other hand, she held a palette with a mix of paints that reflected the sunset-kissed expanse before her. Ari had come out here to paint the land as it looked in different phases of the day and night. The morning and midday had been simple enough, and now she was working on the twilight before moving on to the evening. It sounded simple enough, but she had camped around this location for a few days waiting for just the right landscape with just a bite of trouble. The other day the clouds had been in the way, and the day before that there had been an issue with too few of the fluffy additions, but now it seemed that she would get what she desired, and so long as the clouds didn’t gather anymore, then she would have the perfect opportunity to paint the West Province glowing under the full moon. Even with all of the delays, and all of the things that could possibly go wrong, Ari was smiling brightly. She had finished painting the landscape rolling out before her and all she was doing now was adding a few shapes here and there to represent the pokemon that dotted the region. A few bird pokemon, plenty of lechonk snorting about, and then a few others. She wanted everything to look as natural as possible, but also wanted to add her own flare as well. That being said, at some point, she simply set the brush down and breathed out. It was time to let it be. She got up and stretched, turning around as the cool breeze brushed along her cheeks only to freeze in place. There were always problems, always concerns with painting landscapes in remote locations. Wild pokemon were one of them.

A houndoom stood on all fours staring her down with wild garnet eyes. Small embers flickered out of its mouth, canine lips pulled back to reveal fangs that snapped at the air as it dug into the grass prepared to charge her. Every so often, Ari found herself stepping into the territory of wild pokemon that weren’t too happy to have her there. At a certain point in her life, this would have been cause for concern, but now she only found herself worried about the pokemon threatening her. It wasn’t that she didn’t have any fear at all, oh no. She still found herself trembling a bit from the possibility of being mauled, but she knew without a doubt that wouldn’t happen.

She put both of her hands up slowly and began speaking calmly, “Hey there big guy, you really don’t want to be pointing those claws at me.” When the houndoom snarled, she shook her head, “No no, that’s not a challenge! I’m just saying that there’s plenty of space. I could even leave you alone right now and pack up my things. I mean, I was going to paint the landscape under the full moon, but I mean, your safety is more important than that.”

For a moment, the horned canine tilted its head as if very confused by what she was saying, and why wouldn’t it be? Most humans would either call out their pokemon to defend them, or run away immediately, but she was very carefully trying to get the houndoom to not even chase her. Ari didn’t look very fit, didn’t even look like she could run faster than a pokemon let alone fight one by herself. It must have seemed like she was directly challenging the houndoom, because the embers flowing from his mouth turned to flames jetting from the sides as he snarled and stamped his front paw on the ground. Maybe she should have just apologized and walked away without the other stuff. Regardless, this wouldn’t end well for the wild pokemon. She was certain of that.

The houndoom charged forward without fear before a blur appeared at the houndoom’s side and drove a fist into the pokemon’s cheek without warning. Ari winced as the houndoom went rolling across the grass, barking, and growling as it came to a stop and got up on shaky legs. That blur had been her pokemon and partner, a meowscarada that she had named Mago. He was a feline pokemon with light green fur darker at the legs and arms, a ring of violet petals surrounding his neck where a scarf with two edges fell at his back. He wore a mask like most meowscarada, but his eyes were a deep copper and his fur was more curled and scruffy than the typical smooth and soft. As he took a step forward, he bowed to the houndoom with a flourish, which of course, only served to further anger it. Her precious partner began to step forward with a certain glint in his eyes, a glint that she had seen a few times. He began to dart around the houndoom, stopping to lash out with a claw. The houndoom snarled and snapped at the air, but far too late as the meowscarada continued dancing around him. Ari winced at the sight, every stop in her pokemon’s dance another scratch, another strike, but never hard enough to drive the houndoom away.

“Be nice, and gentle.” She called with a huff as her pokemon hopped back.

Mago peered over at her only long enough to stick out his tongue before he turned his attention back to the battle. The houndoom had recovered enough to send out a ball of fire. Her feline guardian hopped to the side and spun, bringing a hand out at the same time that collected aura from the air itself. The aura formed a glittering sphere. As it solidified, Mago hopped to the side again to avoid another ball of flame hot enough that she could feel it on her skin. He spun as he tossed the aura sphere at the houndoom and as the sphere struck the canine pokemon, it burst into lights spreading across the twilight sky. As beautiful as that display was, it had been powerful enough to send the houndoom flying across the grass floor again, and right over the edge of the plateau. She winced. Pokemon were durable creatures and could survive many things, but even then that had to hurt.

Though she was thankful for the help, she crossed her arms and huffed, “Didn’t I say to be gentle?”

Mago sauntered over to her and snickered, the back of his hand over his mouth along with his tickled response counting as his answer.

“Of course you didn’t listen.” Ari sighed, but then despite that, she smiled just a bit and cupped his cheek, “But I know you’re just looking out for me. So thank you again.”

He rumbled happily and placed his hand over hers as he leaned to her touch. Ari opened her mouth to say something about how he should be this gentle with the pokemon he fights, but he turned his face to kiss her hand. His lips met her fingers before trailing down to the palm, the feline pokemon repeating the motion for each of her digits as she trembled under his attention. Mago had been her partner for a few years now, and she could never get him under control. Maybe it was the fact that she wasn’t truly a trainer, or maybe he just enjoyed annoying her, regardless, he still felt like a wild pokemon that had just chosen her as a companion. He had followed her from a little forest she had been lost in, and he had entertained her to keep her from being frightened in the wild, and now he seemed attached to her. Maybe it had been because she had watched the little shows he put on with such warmth. Even when he was beating up other pokemon she couldn’t help but find the art in it. She had always cherished having him around, had always loved watching him with his little antics even in battle, but still, she wished that he would be a bit nicer to other pokemon, and to her.

It wasn’t that he was mean to her, not really, but his affection was a bit odd. Even now, he continued to kiss her hand, purring as he did so, his eyes occasionally peering at her with a particular glow. When she pulled her hand away slowly, he huffed and bit down on one of her fingers. She winced despite the bite not hurting that much while muttering, “Be nice.”

Mago shrugged and backed away with a smile. Ari narrowed her eyes but soon found herself returning the expression with one of her own as she watched him point toward her painting.

“Yeah, it’s done. We’ve got to wait a bit before we can move it, but by tonight I should be done with this area.” She then peered at the painting for a bit before frowning, “I could touch up a few places and handle the full moon painting another time, though.”

He snorted loudly and gave her shoulder a heavy pat, hard enough that she tipped to one side for a bit before straightening.

Ari found her cheeks glowing a bit as she sniffed, “I don’t mean that I’d work on it all night. I just meant, a little extra touch here and there wouldn’t do any harm.”

She blinked as her wrist was yanked and her body directed toward the camp, Mago chuckling as he opened his hand toward the picnic table.

“Okay, okay. Fine. I’ll think about it while eating, and maybe I’ll just leave it the way it is.” She then looked up at the sky, “There’s no rush, and if we miss the full moon for whatever reason, then that’s fine too.”

Ari couldn’t exactly cook very well, but she at least helped with preparing the ingredients. Mago, on the other hand, was very good at it for being a pokemon. By the time the sun had set fully and the bruised evening had spread across the land, he had prepared a pot of stew that bubbled pleasantly over a fire. It wasn’t ready yet, but the smell of broth and wine boiling together had spread over the plateau enough that she was very aware of her hunger. Mago had stepped away for a moment leaving her to tend to the pot and fire, but it had been a bit since he had come back. Perhaps he found a pokemon to bully, and she wasn’t particularly fond of that behavior. With a small frown, she got up from the picnic table to seek her precious guardian to make sure he was being nice.

He wasn’t in the tent, and wasn’t behind it either, so she decided to check the other side of the tree. It was large enough that it took her more than a few steps to get behind it, but when the sight of the other side began to reach her vision, she paused. Her freckled cheeks began to flow, her eyes growing wide as she used a hand to keep her gasp from reaching his ears. Mago stood with a hand between his legs grasping what appeared to be his cock. He pumped that long and thick thing with firm strokes, occasionally opening his digits to let it twitch in the air before he kept on going. Every time he let go of it for just a few seconds, her eyes could see and trace every inch of that primal thing. She watched as he thrust his hips, as he pleasured himself. Ari could hear her thoughts telling her to back away and leave him to his business, but her eyes continued watching and her body remained rooted in place. His cock was larger than any toy she had ever used, and certainly larger than any image of human equipment she had beheld. Whenever he let it go, she could see every twitch and pulse sending it bouncing. If they hadn’t set up little lanterns around the tree then she would have never been able to see it, but those warm lights illuminated a sight that she could not forget. More than that, they made her wonder if his odd affection over the time they had known each other had been more than just little things to annoy her. What if he had been attracted to her? The panic was rising in her, but alongside that, she felt a warmth that gripped at her gut tighter and tighter until her knees began to shiver.

Just when she thought that she might have found the strength to turn away, she realized with a chill that he was looking toward her. Being caught staring like a pervert was one thing, but that wasn’t what was kindling the growing fires in her cheeks, oh no. It was the fact that his hand wasn’t stopping. A smirk had tugged at the corner of his mouth as he tugged his shaft, as he pumped that massive, primal thing. Her heart began pumping against her chest, her entire body shaking as she felt so strange. His eyes had sharpened, pupils honing in on her and she had to wonder again if he was doing this because he wanted her in this sort of way. Was this an invite? Did he mean for her to watch? And had he meant for her to catch him all along?

Whatever the case, words blurted from her mouth, “I think the stew is going to burn!”

And with that excuse, she turned and hopped away while trying to squeeze the heat out of her cheeks. Ari sat back at the picnic table while trying to pretend that nothing had happened, in fact, she needed to do something right now to distract herself before dinner. She got up and headed over to the canvas to begin the process of putting her equipment away. The canvas was small enough to carry in a bag, and she mostly had it to replicate the painting on a larger scale in a studio, but it still had a bit of heft to it. Despite keeping her hands busy, Ari found that what she had just seen floated at the edge of her mental vision. Typically, the images she saw in her mind were hazy and because of that she worked heavily from reference and outside sources to help her form ideas, but the image of his throbbing cock remained imprinted in her mind even though she was no longer looking at it. Nope. She didn’t need to think about it, didn’t even want to think about it, but there it was. The sight repeating in her mind’s eye brought about other questions as she stumbled through putting away everything in the tent. How would it feel? Did he want to relieve his lust using her body? Would that even be okay? Surely she had heard of pokemon and trainers holding relationships, but she wasn’t sure where she stood on it. Right now, Ari just knew that she needed to relax.

Ari took a deep breath as she finished putting away her finished work. The process had been ingrained into her body’s physical memory enough that she had found her thoughts littered with thoughts of her pokemon. It did not have the desired effect of distracting her, but why did she need a distraction from that? What she had seen was just a natural part of her pokemon’s body, and a natural function of that body. Everyone did it at one point or another. Even she enjoyed herself from time to time. Pushing aside those thoughts as best she could, Ari returned to the picnic table just as Mago set the bowls down.

All she had to do was act normal, and she turned her head to do just that, “Thanks as always for cooking. I really should watch what you do some time for some—”

Her words paused as he placed a very gentle peck on her lips. It was a brief kiss, a flash in time that didn’t even last a full second, but her face burned all the same. Mago simply served himself a bowl and beamed before sitting next to her. He ate quietly with his eyes closed, the smile on his face showing a particular amount of self-satisfied mischief. It was just a friendly kiss, a little peck, and one that she shouldn’t make such a big deal out of. In fact, she should be more frustrated with herself for getting so heated over such a little thing. Ari turned her attention to eating. When they both finished, she tended to the dishes and then the fire. She was in the process of crouching down to make sure no embers were left to go off when she noticed movement in the corner of her vision.

Ari turned her head enough to see that the source of the movement had been Mago. Her cheeks were flushed bright again, her eyes wide and shaking. The feline pokemon’s cock hovered just a few inches away from her face, that massive girth throbbing in front of her while a set of digits pressed against the top keeping it level with her vision. As he brought his fingers down to the base, it shifted upward giving her the sight of his balls wreathed by dark fur.

As he started to pump his shaft, Ari protested quietly, “You shouldn’t be doing something like this, y’know?”

Her body hopped a bit as he ignored her and grabbed her hair with one hand. His digits looped through strands falling from her head, but he did not yank or tug on her hair, instead, he toyed with it as if she were the pet pokemon and he was the trainer. At the same time, she could feel his claws grazing against her scalp, and could see his bouncing shaft right in front of her pointed at her face. His arousal, his hunger both were made clear with these movements, but she wasn’t sure what to do. Should she tell him to stop, should she say that this was too much? Or should she continue to watch? More than just watching, should she help him?

Quietly, her voice cracked from her lips, “I told you to be nice, didn’t I? Why are you teasing me like this? You don’t actually want me like this, do you?”

Part of her doubted it because it seemed so odd, seemed so strange for anyone at all to want her in this way, but she couldn’t look away from the truth pulsing before her. He didn’t give her any answer, or any indication of an answer as he continued to pump his shaft. Instead, he got closer, the tip of his dick just a few breaths away from her lips. Her mouth opened to try and tell him to stop, but she jolted instead as he thrust upward. His balls landed against her lips, the base of his shaft resting on the rest of her face as he placed his foot on her shoulder and held her there in place. Ari told herself that he was holding her there, told herself that the claws looped through her hair were tightly in place making it impossible to move away. The truth was that she couldn’t help but feel some sort of arousal from such a display of hunger, the heat and pulse of his balls and shaft enough to send shivers down her spine. A scent like sweetened berries and rich earth hit her, the salt of the sweat dripping on her tongue adding to the mixture making her head swim with warm fog. Again she tried to tell herself that she had no choice in the matter, before he suddenly pulled away.

She looked up at him with hazy eyes as he grasped the base of his shaft and stuck his tongue out at her. There were no claws at the back of her head, no foot on her shoulder to keep her in place, even though he had never been doing either of those things. She was free to make a choice. Whether or not she would remain on her knees to help him with his pleasure, or if she would run away. Arceus and gods above she wanted to let her arousal be known and take his cock into her mouth, she wanted him to grab her with those claws in manners that weren’t quite as kind, she wanted to tell him to be mean. At the same time, her heart shook with shame and concern, her hand resting at her chest as if she could still the wild beating thumping against her chest.

Breathing out, she got up and turned away, “I’ll be in the tent.” Then as quietly as possible as if hoping he wouldn’t hear, she muttered, “Do whatever you want tonight.”

It was a command that she did not expect him to follow, but still, she had said it. Still, she had told him to do whatever he wanted. It had slipped from her lips so easily, and she had done so without thinking about it. Even still, it would be okay, right? He often didn’t listen to her commands, so why would he now? Ari wandered to the tent with the feel of his heat still on her face, and the scent lingering as if he were still there. She brushed aside the flap of the tent before pausing, remembering that she had something to paint tonight, but instead she sighed. Just a little rest to get rid of the fog in her mind, that’s all she needed. The tent on the inside was spacious with a few pillows here and there, and a sleeping roll. She turned on an oil lantern near the edge of the tent allowing light to flood the space and she flopped onto her back near her sleeping roll. Her hand idly moved to the side where one of her bags lay open, her fingers touching something smooth before she pulled out it. A pokeball. One that belonged to her precious companion that seemed so intent on disobeying her. The ball itself was symbolic, and nothing more. He had touched it, briefly gone into the ball to make sure that the capture had succeeded, and then popped right out of his own accord. Now he spent most of his time outside of it doing whatever he wanted. She shut her eyes as she tried to will away the image of his shaft pressed against her face, but the scent and feel of that warmth on her face did not allow her to forget so easily.

The flap of the tent moved and she sat up slowly to see Mago come through. She looked away as he stepped inside, her eyes closed again tight before she felt a touch at her head. Again? Digits looped through her hair, just as soft as last time before tightening, claws pressed to her scalp. She opened her eyes wide and saw his shaft pressed along the bridge of her nose, the pressure of his hand on her hair on her thoughts more than the equipment in front of her. He had been sweet the last time he had done this to her, the last time that he had teased her, but now his grip had tightened, his hold fastened securely. The feline pokemon passed his girth along the top of her nose before bringing it down to slap against her lips. She tensed, but did not try to pull away, and it wasn’t the digits looped through her hair preventing her from moving. Ari had expected him to just do his business elsewhere, for him to ignore her and let this game end, but it was more than just a simple game, and she had nowhere to escape. There was a part of her that felt great fear in this revelation, and yet, a smile began to stretch across her face, curved and crooked, while her cheeks burned brighter than ever. It was all part of her command, that he could do whatever he wanted to, and as his trainer, she should let him do whatever he wanted. It was the only excuse she could think of to keep her sanity in this type of situation.

He yanked her by the hair and directed her head and body in the right direction so she was facing his crotch. His twitching shaft pointed itself at her mouth, and at the same time she muttered, “How long have you wanted to do this?”

Mago raised his foot to lightly kick the pokeball out of her hand, the orb rolling onto the floor before he stepped on it.

Ever since the beginning, is what she figured that meant. Did that mean that he had been waiting for the right moment the entire time? If she hadn’t seen him, would he have simply snuck into her room and used her? The questions boiled in her mind, bubbling and breaking in every direction until she could feel herself start to shake in fear and lovely anticipation. What had she brought into her life? She soon had no choice but to face the reality of the matter as he pressed the tip of his shaft against her lips again. This time, she opened her mouth slowly and allowed him to slide his girth along her tongue. Damnit, he should have just thrust in all the way immediately. He should have just yanked her hair and forced her to take his fat dick down her throat, but instead, he took his sweet time. Inch by inch his shaft slid along her tongue forcing her to taste every inch and become aware of his cock in her mouth. She couldn’t pretend it wasn’t happening, she couldn’t think about anything else, and she couldn’t escape.

The twitching shaft passing through her mouth continued to do so until she gagged. He paused, but not out of kindness. Mago only did so in order to brace his hips and then thrust forward. He held onto her hair to keep her in place while her throat was filled, while her mouth was stuffed with every inch of his shaft and her nose was pressed to the curled fur of his crotch. He pulled back before thrusting a few times. The first produced a spark in her mind, the second turned that spark into a heated fog, and the third had her drooling uncontrollably. When he pulled out of her mouth, his shaft was sticky with her warm spittle, his hand pumping it in front of her face as if he were prepared to unload on her. Ari couldn’t close her mouth, she had to keep it open in order to take in deep gulps of air, at the same time, she wanted to wait until he gave a sign that it was okay for her to close her mouth. After all, she needed to please this powerful creature towering over her.

Strong digits pumped that thick shaft right in front of her face. Every movement slow and deliberate as if to show her every inch of his cock in motion. What she didn’t expect was for him to spit on his shaft still hovering above her open mouth. That line of clear drool fell over his cock and onto her tongue forcing her to shiver as she felt the warmth of his spit gracing her tongue. He seemed to chuckle as she did nothing but remain on her knees with her mouth open, and he repeated the motion a few times until his hand began to pump faster. The drool on her tongue had created a coating that mixed along with her own. She couldn’t believe that she had let a pokemon do that to her, and yet, it felt so damn right to let him absolutely dominate her in every way. As she saw him pumping faster, as she watched his shaft twitch and bounce violently, she found herself growing more excited knowing what was about to happen. A line of pure, thick heat lanced across her tongue as Mago snarled. She froze in place as his climax began to pour out into her mouth, his twitching shaft controlled only by his hand pointing it toward her. Every throb, every movement of his hand produced another load, another thick line that gathered on her tongue and soon began to slip down into her throat along with his spit.

When he finished, he took a step back and watched as she swallowed every drop without complaint. The warmth slid down her throat and formed a spot somewhere in her gut where she could feel the reminder still pulsing. Ari then looked up at Mago and breathed out, “Satisfied?”

Of course not. He crouched down and grabbed onto her shoulders hard, his mouth on hers for a kiss she had not expected. His claws dug through her clothing, tearing denim and softer material apart as his tongue forced its way into her mouth. The clothes could be replaced, but it felt like his touch was doing something to her soul, it felt as if he were stripped apart every little piece of her until she was nothing more than a heap of vulnerability. Whenever he pulled his mouth away, it was to bite onto her lip or neck, his fangs pressing but never pushing too hard. In the end, she found herself on her back overwhelmed and panting, her eyes staring up at the top of the tent while he yanked her boots and socks away. Right. All he wanted was to fuck her. He’d soon get his wish. Just had to wait a bit for him to get hard and that would be it. Just once, one time, and no more, but it seemed he had much more planned for her.

His grip was at her ankles tugging her legs up and bringing them apart. She blinked and leaned up to see what he was doing in time to see his mouth plant a kiss on her crotch. Ari shivered while opening her mouth trying to figure out what to say only to groan as he let his tongue out to drag along the top of her crotch. He repeated the motion before moving downward, his tongue lapping along the outside of her pussy while one of his hands moved to her inner thighs. Fingers moved and pressed inside of her, digging deep while his tongue continued to lap away at the edges. Those digits twisted inside of her in ways that made her wonder how many other trainers and pokemon he had done this to. He had always been mean to others, always been rude, but she wondered now what he did when she wasn’t looking. Did his mischief take him to sexual places when she didn’t see? And would she get to experience the full extent of that mischief?

Right now, she wanted to squirm away. He was moving slowly again, his fingers dipping in deep but not grinding into her. She only wanted to escape to save herself from these odd feelings and arousal that she couldn’t ignore while being given such sweet treatment. Luckily for her, that sweet treatment soon ended as he got up and between her legs, his shaft fully erect again, and pointed at her crotch. He grabbed her by the ankles again, yanking them up so her hips were pointed in the air. The tip of his shaft was pressed along her entrance waiting to dip inside. Her body trembled as she wondered if his seed would take, if she should whimper for him to put on a condom, but then again, where would they get one right now?

Uncertainty rose through her, her mouth opening as she stammered aloud, “W-wait!”

But he did not listen to her command. He pressed deep inside of her with one thrust, half of his cock rooted inside of her before the rest came along with a wave of pleasure and his balls slapping at her ass. She cried out, her toes curling, her body shaking as he dipped deep inside of her and began pounding into her. His mouth moved over her sizable chest, his tongue dragging along her nipple before he bit down carefully. She whimpered and trembled, gasped and groaned from the attention, her mind a storm of sensation and responses. When she thought she was getting adjusted to the crash of his shaft inside of her cunt, his mouth bit down on another part of her chest. She could feel his claws tensing at her ankles as well as if he wanted to dig them in, but right now she felt like this was more of a symbolic pounding than anything. Mago could not communicate to her with his words, but in this position, she couldn’t do anything at all but keep her hips in the air while he pounded directly down inside of her. The motions were rough, the tip of his shaft reaching her furthest reaches. And with all of that she knew; she knew that he wanted to breed her. One more push and a sudden burst of seed were planted into her, a surprise that caught her off guard, except, he didn’t stop thrusting. With panic and delight she realized that what had ejected inside of her was just a single line of pre and nothing more, and yet it told her that he was getting closer to his goal.

Finally, she could not hide it any longer as she cried aloud, “Fuck, please, keep pounding me, keep using me, do whatever you want tonight and forever!”

His eyes seemed to glow at her words, his grip on her ankles tightening as his hips moved faster to grind his shaft deep inside of her. Heat and pressure gathered at her gut alongside every other sensation, her toes splayed outward as she felt her climax crashing against her senses until finally, it gushed along his shaft. She cried out, her body shaking as she tried to tighten inward only to realize she could do nothing but lie there while he used her. With a growl, he pushed once more with the tip of his cock ready against her furthest spot, hot cum pouring out and directly into her fertile insides. It felt like his seed was being deposited into her mind, her eyes shutting as she swam in a dream made of his cum and the fog that had been plaguing her since the start.

Ari opened her eyes when he pulled out and allowed her legs to drop to the ground. Her chest rose and fell, a few ringed marks around her chest presenting where his fangs had been. She shivered as she tried to bring herself onto her hands, pausing as she saw the state of her own body, and him. Her form was beaded with sweat, already a set of bruises forming here and there, but what caught her eye more was the pokemon that had been her faithful guardian. His eyes were sharpened slits staring directly at her, and his chest rose and fell but he did not look like was tired just yet. His fur seemed shaggier as well, his fangs showing as he breathed out steam. He planted his shaft against her crotch as if to let her know that he was still fully hard, but she had already given him permission to do whatever he wanted forever, so why did he need her permission?

Mago seemed to come to the same exact conclusion as he grabbed onto her hips and turned her on her stomach. Her hips were raised high, claws dragging around and up to her back where they dug in and began making their mark as if he were claiming her. The tip of his shaft was poised to enter her again, and she couldn’t help but whisper the words, “Breed me.”

Both of his hands grabbed onto her hair as he dug his cock deep inside of her again, as he pushed hard enough to jolt her forward. She yelped as her insides were spread again, as her face was pushed to the floor of the tent. Her body shook as she groaned aloud, as whatever shame she had faded away under the weight of the pleasure. Ari’s hips shivered, but she could not move them, she could not keep up with his constant rutting. Already her body was sore enough that she felt as though she would need a good week to work it off, but still, she wanted more of that sweet soreness, of that poisoned lust seeping into her. This position presented more of that lust that she had wanted to see, more of that lust that she had wondered about, and now she could feel it all. Bent over and used like a common pokemon. This feral position, this primal breeding made her feel as if she were his mate and nothing else, his bitch to use until she gave him eggs. The lust had taken over her mind fully, the position breaking her into her role fully.

What kept her sane, surprisingly, were the little pinpricks of pain. On occasion, one of his hands would move from her hair to grasp her body, razor claws sliding along her skin to mark her. These little spots of heat and pain would rise in her mind and remind her that she should be thinking more about returning their relationship to trainer and pokemon, rather than whatever this was, and yet; the pleasure came rolling forward again with every thrust. Every push made her body jolt, every shove made her mind go blank again until the sensations came crashing in. Another load caught her off guard, her groans escaping against the tent floor as his warm seed painted her insides. She was surprised that he had so much in those heavy balls of his, and as he pulled out slowly, she realized that he was still hard.

Ari found herself being dragged back onto his lap, one of his hands grabbing her chest from behind firmly, while his other hand worked to get his shaft inside of her cunt. She worked weakly to get her hips up to try and give him better access, and soon enough he was back inside of her. No break? Was he going to keep this pace up for the entire night? The full moon could come again another time, but could her body handle this? For that matter, could her mind? Already she could feel her thoughts being drowned in a sweet mire as he began to bounce her onto his lap. His hips jolted upward clapping against her ass as he fucked her again, as he bred her like the bitch she was. Ari was a drooling mess now, her mouth open as she panted aloud, her body dripping with sweat. Her insides gushed again as another climax struck her from the constant grinding, but he did not stop as her energy seemed to wane. He grabbed her chest and tugged at her nipple, his other hand holding her wrist back as if she could even think about escaping. He bit down on her shoulder, he thrust a bit faster, he kept on pushing different sensations on her until her mind was entirely blank.

More and more the evening went on with her body being used, her insides being filled and again she found herself on her back. She wasn’t sure what was happening right now, but her thoughts were coming to her again. The red and white of Mago’s pokeball could be seen right next to her, and she took it in hand slowly as if it were the last piece of her mind still intact. She sat up and looked at Mago who was still hard, and still staring down at her ready for more. Despite that raging cock ready to breed her, he froze in place as he saw the ball. She realized that she could probably ask to be released, ask for him to take it easy on her again, but she had already given one command already, how could she go back on that?

With a crooked smile, she brought the ball up to him and breathed out, “Do whatever you want, remember? This is yours. Not mine.”

Days and nights passed. The moon and stars traveled the ocean of the evening skies, and the tent remained in place. Calls were ignored or answered with a quick word or two, and everything was as it should be. The tent was the same as always and kept as clean as the campsite. Ari’s bags had been set aside and taken care of as well, nothing out of place, nothing broken except for one thing. White and red shimmered in the dimness of the tent during the day, shards reflecting a broken bond that had forged something new. Ari’s hair had grown a bit, her eyes shimmering with dark delight as she laid on her back with her legs spread wide while her insides were plowed. Mago’s lips had captured hers, his shaft buried deep inside of her as he passed a hand over hers. Both of their digits were touching her abdomen where a slight bulge had formed. As their kiss parted, their eye met in a glow of lust and hunger, Ari’s body shuddering as she felt her desire for him continuing to grow. She wrapped her legs around his lower back with her toes curling inward tightly as her insides filled with his seed again. He leaned down to kiss her chest and purr, his gentle rocking continuing until his load was spent, and he pulled out slowly before beginning to grind on her crotch again.

She breathed out without shame or fear, “I love you, my master.”

Mago and Ari’s eyes met, the feline pokemon chuckling as he breathed against her ear, and for some reason, she could hear him in her mind whispering, “As I have always loved you, my mate.”