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"Whew, I never thought that just relaxing by a pool and drinking pina coladas would leave me so tired,” Sarah admitted, fiddling through her bag to find her cabin key. A small key card tucked itself in the very bottom of her purse, forcing her to root around for it before she could open the door. Behind her, a wall of heat and fur blocked the majority of the hallway, his head bowed to keep from hitting the separations in the bulkhead’s relatively low ceiling.

“Did you have fun on your first day on the S.S. Anne, Ty?” she asked, smiling back at her Pokemon while she held the key to the electronic lock. Looking meek despite his massive size, her Typhlosion nodded quietly, a slight smile on his broad muzzle.

“Of course you did. You just lay in that chair all day and slept in the sun, then stuffed yourself at the buffet. You didn’t even go near the pool deck, did you? That’s where everyone else was enjoying themselves.”

“Too much water,” he replied simply, and bowed his head towards the door. With a quiet scoff and a quick pull, Sarah opened the door to their cabin and stepped inside. The door was a little narrow for her liking, so watching her seven-foot tall Typhlosion awkwardly squeeze his way through had her giggling softly. He huffed softly in annoyance, his normally mild mannerism breaking down for a moment as his shoulders bumped against both sides of the doorframe at once, requiring him to angle his body sideways and slide his way inside.

Some people may have questioned her choice to bring a fire-type on a cruise ship, especially one as vehemently anti-water as Typhlosions were, but Sarah wouldn’t even think about taking a vacation without her partner with her. She wouldn’t even have the money she’d paid the tickets with without him; she couldn’t just put him in his Pokeball for two weeks while she took a break. It was just as much for him as for her, even if she was sure he would have preferred something a little more landlocked. She was confident, however, that she could break her stubborn Pokemon’s hydrophobia with a little time on the open sea, on a ship large enough for him to feel safe.

“Room is...small,” Ty remarked, barely able to straight out once he was through the door. He could take two or three steps before pushing up against the far wall, which contained a tight collection of shelves with a television mounted inside. Sarah pulled open the blinds over their window and revealed an ocean tinted orange and purple with the setting sun. There wasn’t a rock or speck of dirt visible anywhere around them, and it made him nervous just looking at it. He focused his attention elsewhere, towards the shower stall in the back of the room and the separate toilet next to it. A small sitting chair sat between the two, looking so narrow even Sarah might have found it uncomfortable. While the general lack of space was a concern for him, moreso was the state of the bed his trainer had booked. “One bed?”

“Yeah, but it’s a twin, right? That should be fine for the two of us, even if you’re pretty big,” she replied, eyes still craning out the window to get a glimpse of the sunset at the bow of the ship.

While she would never admit it, Sarah had honestly only thrown her bags into the cabin when first arriving, far more excited to explore the ship they would be living on than to explore their living quarters themselves. When she turned around and saw what she had slung her suitcase onto earlier, her heart skipped a beat before sinking like a stone. The bed she had received, that had cost nearly all of their savings, looked like it would be comfortable enough for her. The problem was she had a seven-foot badger to sleep, too.

“I thought it was supposed to be a twin!” she exclaimed.

“Twin for one. Queen for two,” Ty corrected flatly.

“What? I...You could have told me that when I was booking it!”

“Sarah has twin bed. Thought Sarah knew.”

“I...Ah jeez,” Sarah groaned, smacking herself in the forehead in desperation. The cruise was sold out, that she knew, so there would be no other cabin to try and move into now. They were stuck with what they had. “I’m sorry, Ty. Do you think you could sleep in your Pokeball?”

“Hate Pokeball,” he replied, a frown creasing his muzzle and his paws crossing in front of him in a surprisingly pathetic pout.

“Alright, alright. Don’t give me that look. You’re way too big to be such a baby,” she grumbled, before taking her bag off the bed and opening it up completely. “Maybe I can sleep in that chair, and you get the bed?”

With Ty standing in the middle of the room, she needed to press up close to his plush, furry stomach to slide past him, grunting and squirming her way through until she popped out on the other side. She barely needed to sit in the chair for more than five seconds before she realized she would spend her entire vacation with her back aching if she slept on that slab, and sighed in defeat.

“Maybe...We share bed?” Ty asked, looking back at her curiously. “Ty sleep on bed, Sarah sleep on Ty?”

Sarah sighed as she got back to her feet and looked at the bed in defeat. “Well, I guess we'll just have to make do like that,” she conceded, and turned to look at the shower.

“You've been out in the sun all day though,” she reminded him with a nod, “can you at least take a shower before we share a bed? I can smell you already.” The lumbering male grunted in disapproval, disliking showers of any kind.

“Please?” Sarah tried again, “it's a small room, and you're a fire type. You've been in here two minutes and it smells like a gym.” He grumbled, but nodded finally and walked over to the bathroom. Reaching the shower door the oversized Pokemon opened it up and looked in with a grunt.

“What is it, Ty?” she asked, hearing his noise from the bathroom.

“Too small,” he replied, “no fit.” Sarah groaned, gazing in to see that the shower was indeed a bit too small for the Typhlosion to fit inside.

“Geez, what a great booking,” she sighed in exasperation, looking about the tiny room before sitting down on the edge of the bed. Ty lumbered back out of the bathroom, pleased that he had a way out of taking a shower but dismayed that his trainer was having her holiday spoiled.

“I can't believe I've done this,” Sarah admitted, “but it's only for the nights. You'd better not crush me in my sleep, you big lug.” Ty growled in mock indignation, towering over his trainer as he stood beside their bed. Removing her top and throwing it down onto the floor the tired woman stretched out her arms and yawned.

“I'm beat,” she told him with a chuckle, “you might have lounged all day but I had busy day.” Tugging off her pants to reveal a pair of light blue underwear briefly, Sarah sat back in the bed and pulled the sheet up and over her body. As Ty looked down at her with amusement she realized the duvet was hardly large enough to cover his massive body.

“Well, you are a fire-type,” she mused, pushing the sheets back and shuffling over until she was pressed up against the wall, “just slide in and I'll be warm anyway.” He chuckled and nodded, carefully climbing onto the bed to avoid putting too much weight on his trainer. Maneuvering onto his side the badger had to shuffle in to avoid falling off the bed, his heavy belly pushing into Sarah's side. Both trainer and Pokemon shuffled and squirmed until they had managed to fit properly, with Sarah's back pushed up against the wall while her Typhlosion's front pushed into her own. Despite how cold the wall was on back, her front was immediately toasty from his natural heat.

“Well, it's something,” she muttered, unable to move much given his immense weight. “You're like a giant pillow really.” Ty grumbled at being called such a thing, but inwardly was pleased that he could at least warm his trainer up a little. She may have been terrible at holiday organization, but he still loved her.

It didn’t take long at all for her to regret pulling the sheets in over her. The air in the small cabin was stifling, and there was nothing the air conditioning could do when the source of all that heat was right on top of her. Sweat was dripping on her brow in no time, and she was in an incredible amount of discomfort. At least if the blankets were off, she might have been able to feel a slight breeze off the overworked machine.

“Ty, can you just...move...that?” she asked, stammering as she pulled and yanked at where the sheets were trapped under his body. She squirmed against him, bringing a rumbling grumble to his broad chest as she fought with her cocoon until she could lift herself up and pull her legs free. As she settled back down on the mattress, the sheets bunched up and shoved out of the way below her feet, she could feel the kiss of the cool breeze on her shoulders and sighed in relief.

“Okay. Goodnight Ty,” she whispered in a sing-songy voice, and leaned her head in to peck a kiss on top of his muzzle. The giant furball smiled softly, snuggling down into the bed as far as he could without simply rolling on top of her. “Sweet dreams. We’re going to have a fun vacation together, you’ll see.”

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Sarah awoke in complete darkness. It wasn’t simply the darkness you find in the middle of a moonless night, but a blinding, stifling darkness. On top of that, she was hot, as if she had left the heater on in their room instead of the air conditioner. Groggy from just waking up, should couldn’t quite figure out why she was having trouble repositioning herself to get comfortable. Not that she wasn’t comfortable already; everything around her was plush and soft, surely the most comfortable thing she had ever slept on. Attempting to lift her arm and sort herself out led to a broad, heavy arm being flopped across his shoulder, keeping her entirely trapped. The soft pads of a large paw clung to the back of her, her Pokemon having clearly turned her into his giant stuffed animal while they had slept. She could feel his body all around her now, his thick stomach rising and falling against her torso with the rhythm of a deep slumber. As amazingly soft and comfy as he was, the heat was becoming stifling again. Pushing her fingers into the silky fur, she found and gently massaged the firm muscle of his chest, gently trying to rouse him.

“Ty? Let me go please,” she whispered, squirming as much as she could against him, which was barely an inch in any direction. In response, her massive Pokemon grumbled in his sleep, and she was momentarily deafened by fur shifting and ruffling directly over her ears. By the time it stopped, Ty was nice and comfortable again, while Sarah was trapped somewhere even hotter than before, and far more damp.

Her eyes stung as her face was pushed deep into a form-fitting crevice, forcing her to shut them as every inch of skin on her face was coated in a thick coating. She could feel fur, flesh, and muscle wrapped all around her, wrapping around her chin, her cheeks, and over her forehead. She was lost, disoriented and confused in the maze of fur that her partner had unknowingly wrapped her up in. However, there were only so many places where her face could be tucked that produced so much moisture, especially when he had refused to shower the night before.

“Oh gods, I’m-” she stopped and started to cough as the liquid coating poured past her open lips and onto her tongue. Pure liquid sweat coated her taste buds, overwhelming her with the salinity and the masculinity contained in it. She tried desperately to push herself back but his grip on her was just too strong, leaving her trapped deeper and out of breath. The next lungful of air she took was heavily tainted, causing her nose to wrinkle and her throat to convulse in a series of coughs and quiet gags.

She was trapped under Ty’s heavy biceps, and her mouth and nose were jammed right into the deepest reaches of his musky, sweaty armpit. The sheer intensity of his pure, unwashed masculine stench was enough to have her feel faint, but with her body now pinned down so firmly she could do little to escape.

Ty had always been fairly sweaty, but she'd never been introduced to just how much perspired until now. Her face was caked in his swampy fur, forcing the woman to drag down thick lungfuls of sweaty air right from his underarm while her taste buds tingled with the taste she'd accidentally exposed herself to.

He continued to rumble heavily in his sleep, the sizeable male holding his trainer close while smothering her. The fire-type had no idea that his trainer was pinned under his arm, and unfortunately for her he was a heavy sleeper.

“Mmph...” she spluttered into his pit, trying to wake him up but only succeeding in letting more of that salty sweat get in her mouth. Without a bath after a day on the sun her beloved Pokemon smelt like a barn beneath that thick, matted fur she found herself huffing on.

Unable to get him to respond, Sarah tried to relax a little and clear her mind, needing to think of a way to get his arm up. His grip was like iron however; years of battle had honed him into an immense beast with incredible muscle. Nearly three times her weight, her struggles meant nothing to his sleep-grip.

Minutes passed, leaving the young woman to inhale breath after breath of Typhlosion’s thick musk. Her lungs felt heavy, the sheer warmth of his body leaving her filled with an unusual sensation. She couldn't get used to it no matter how long she waited, exposed to her companion's steamy pit for over ten minutes while he slumbered peacefully.

Despite how rank his armpit was, Sarah found herself appreciating just how soft and cuddly the large Pokemon was beside her. His fur was better than any blanket, and the way he held her close was, for the most part, incredibly comforting. With no indication of the time, Sarah was left to ponder her situation until minutes turned into an hour.

Hot Typhlosion sweat rolled down her cheek and jaw over her neck and into the pillow, basted onto her face by his damp crevice. A strange sensation was traveling through her body, creeping into the edges of her mind the longer she was only allowed to draw her breath from his humid armpit. The young trainer had no idea what it was at first, but as the night dragged on it got more and more insistent in her mind until she opened her mouth and pushed her tongue right into that thick, soaked fur of her Pokemon’s sopping pit.

“Oh gods, what am I doing?” she thought, even as the thin fluid coated her taste buds. Her tongue dug deep into Ty’s fur, sliding through the swampy forest until it pressed hard into the soft flesh and muscle beneath. Her textured organ dragged across his very pores, the source of his powerful musk and sweat, nearly causing her to gag as the salty, slightly bitter flavour overwhelmed her. Her head swum and even in the darkness she felt dizzy. While her mouth was busy swabbing up and down the relaxed folds of skin, her nose was forced to take in every breath she needed, her nostrils burning and her lungs heavy with his potency.

“Mmmph... the taste... I want more.” She groaned, pulling her hands up and using her fingers to part the last folds of skin for her to bury her face in. Her slender digits were soon as soaked as her face was, but nothing would dissuade her at that point. As she descended into her partner’s filthy sweat, licking and slurping loudly while he slumbered, she could feel another sensation building inside her. A deep, burning heat that started in her loins and simmered its way through her until it completely engulfed her. Her fingers dug and massaged his massive, exposed armpit while her tongue tended to the mess inside, and for the first time she felt not just incredibly aroused, but specifically for her Pokemon. Ty was always so much bigger than her, and despite the shadowy culture of pokephilia that everyone knew but never spoke of, such thoughts have never even crossed her mind. She had always just treated him like a life-long friend and partner, but now she suddenly wanted so much more. Drawing her right hand down her body, she idly reached deep into her panties and began to play with her flushed nether lips. They felt so wet and slick, drenched in her arousal and craving something inside them. She hadn’t gotten laid in ages, and now all of that building lust was being unleashed. Sarah gasped as her slick fingers suddenly pushed inside her, spreading open her pussy and delivering a shock of pleasure that made her moan into his body. The thick fur and flesh muffled nearly all of it, making her feel even more like a slut for loving it so much. She wanted more of his taste, more of his musk, and more of his sweat on her body. He was her personal sauna, and she wanted to bask in his steamy warmth.

Sarah’s fingers plunged deep into her body in a flurry of sloppy movements, and she was amazed at how smooth it was. Even her thumb, just playing over her nub to increase her pleasure, was soaked with slickness and juice. Sliding her hand out of panties, she brought it back up and held it close to her face, turning sideways slightly to try and get a look at it. With a grunt, she managed to wedge her face from Ty’s armpit, making him snort and shift slightly in his sleep. In the dim light of the moon through the window, she could see her hand absolutely soaked and shimmering with her juices, but it looked far oilier than normal. Bringing it to her nose, she sniffed her fingers curiously, and nearly came on the spot. It was definitely her scent, however it was but a shadow to the stench of male Typhlosion that still clung to her digits. She had just been fingering her Pokemon’s sweat deep into her pussy, and slathering his scent into every inch of her sex.

Her cheeks burned with embarrassment as a little bit of fresh air cleared her addled mind, her face burning as she realized she'd just licked her fire badger's armpit clean. His unrelenting musk was enough to make her forget herself, and she was amazed he was still asleep. Her breath reeked of Typhlosion's perspiration and with his sensitive nose she knew she wouldn't be able to hide the smell between her legs. Pinned under his heavy body, the woman realized she was going to have to explain this to him somehow.

Lost in thought, she didn't notice as one eye opened slowly and fixed on her as the beast awoke from his slumber. Typhlosion's snout flared as he inhaled the scents of the room, taking in the situation with surprise as he detected the strong smell of himself coming from his trainer. It brought the sizeable Pokemon a bit of confusion at first, but as he sniffed again he could smell something else. Arousal.

A deep rumble escaped his lips, causing the woman in his grasp to jolt in surprise as she realized her Pokemon was awake. Looking up at him she could see him gazing lazily back, a deep gleam in the powerful male's eyes as he looked at his trainer in a new light.

“Ty...” she muttered with a bright red face, “it's... it's not what it looks... well... it is, but...” She stammered and he moved his arm to press a thick digit up against her lips. Her eyes widened as he reached down between her legs, hooked a claw into her underwear and simply tore the panties right off her body.

“Sarah.” He stated bluntly, paw roaming over her hips before pulling her under him and gazing down into her eyes dominantly. His paw traveled to the center of her abdomen, where he splayed his digits out across her underbelly.

“Want to... mate,” Ty rumbled firmly, “Breed. Breed Sarah.” The woman below couldn't have been a stronger shade of red as her Pokemon so bluntly propositioned her. Still, after eating out his sweaty crevice, could she really deny a building lust?

“D... do you want to... take things further?” she asked nervously, aware of just how big her fire-type really was. He tilted his head curiously.

“Do you want to fuck me?” she elaborated, more confidently this time. He gazed down at her with those deep red eyes, inhaling her scent deeply now that his own was intermingled with it.

“Yes,” he grunted. “Ty fuck Sarah. Ty breed Sarah.”

“Oh Arceus...” she breathed, huffing softly as her massive Typhlosion surrounded her. There was nowhere she could look where he wasn’t, and as her eyes traced across his muscular body and down across his stomach, she couldn’t help but stop between his legs. She had, in a bemused sort of way, noticed how well-endowed her Pokemon was simply by the size of his sheath and balls that always hung out. Each full testicle was about the size of an orange, and kept his supple, short-furred scrotum taut from their weight. Normally, his sheath was as thick as her wrist and flopped heavily across them, but now it was standing straight up, half-pulled down an incredible spire of breeding flesh twitching only a few feet from her nethers. It was consistently thick, and far thicker than anything she had ever taken before. A blunted tip with an almost spade-shaped protrusion from beneath his urethra looked incredibly intimidating, and she could only imagine what it was going to be like trying to get it inside her. “I think you might be too big for me, big guy.”

Then, her Pokemon was upon her. She gasped as his upper chest and neck fell over her body, pinning her down while his muzzle landed next to her ear. All she could hear was his lustful huffing, and the way his lips smacked as he salivated in excitement. His stomach and core muscles tensed as he brought his hips forward, making Sarah grunt as his hot, slippery member poked against her rear, feeling even bigger than it looked.

“Ty will fit,” he growled in her ear, his voice low and warm. His breath ruffled her hair when he spoke, and she was starting to sweat as his body temperature kept rising. “Ty want Sarah. Sarah relax.”

“J-Just go slow...” she whispered pleadingly, her body tangled between fear and lust as the blazing hot tip slid up between her thighs. Ty growled at the smoothness surrounding his sensitive member, and pulled back slightly to soak her sex in a thick coating of pre-cum. There was a sudden bolt of pleasure rushing through her body when his battering ram pressed right against her clit, looking to spread her open but searching too high. She couldn’t help but start to react to his advances, her body getting wetter by the second and her lips starting to part on their own. She wanted a cock inside her, and her Pokemon’s was the only one around.

“Fuck me, Ty...” she pleaded, and suddenly saw stars in the darkness of his neck fur as her pussy was splayed and her passage filled to bursting. He was so big, too big, and she felt like she was going to get split open. It was only the first inch, only the very tip of his titanic shaft, but it already felt like too much.

“Sarah too tight. Sarah relax,” Ty rumbled, staying perfectly still to try and help her adjust. She was gasping on his scent, taking deep breaths from his sweaty fur and tried to loosen herself. “Ty help.”

“H-Huh?” she asked weakly, looking up as he began to push himself off of her. Looking up at her, her heart fluttered as he lifted up his other arm, showing off his other, untouched armpit above her.

“Sarah relaxed in here. Ty help Sarah relax,” he replied affirmatively, his approximation of a warm smile on his muzzle, and without another word lowered that glistening crevice onto her face.

Once again the young woman found herself smothered in her larger companion's underarm, but this time he also had three inches of cock wedged into her unprepared pussy. Her mouth opened almost automatically as her lips pressed to his matted fur with an audible squelch, caking her face in dampness while he held her tight to his warm body.

She submitted to the large male without complaint, prepared to do whatever he wanted to do to her as her nose sucked in rich, heavy lungfuls of his scent. It filled her entire body with energy and made her even wetter between her legs. It was the intended effect; Ty grunting as he pushed harder and sank another inch inside his trainer. Her loud gasp of pleasure as she was stretched even more was met with a mouthful of his taste, and she sloppily slurped over his musky crevice while he continued to work deeper into her.

There was no doubts in her mind that what she was doing was filthy but somehow that only made her even more eager, filled with that taboo rush that came with engaging in Pokephilia for the first time. Her fingers sank into his luscious belly fur, gripping her Pokemon as he slowly pulled his immense breeder out of her tunnel before plunging it back in firmly.

The huge cock inside her was only halfway in but it felt bigger than any man she'd ever taken before, not to mention the incredible heat that radiated from his shaft into her body. He began to repeat the action, sliding himself back before thrusting inside his trainer, opening her up bit by bit, making her accommodate his size within her. All the while Sarah was left to lick, slurp and suckle on his sweaty pit, addicted to his raw, masculine flavor and potent musky stench. With her eyes firmly shut to prevent the salty liquid from entering them she could see nothing as her beloved beast had his way with her.

The passage of time felt skewed to the young woman as she was fucked relentlessly by her lifelong partner. It was no mere Poochyena or pampered Growlithe on top of her, but a battle-trained animal with incredible strength and years of pent up lust to take out on his new mate. Intoxicating her with his flavours and scent was only the beginning; he wouldn't stop until she was good and pregnant with his young. The pure thought of her belly bulging with Cyndaquil was enough to drive the bulky badger to press the head of his cock into her cervix and snarl in lusty delight.

“Mmmph!” she grunted, the sound muffled by layers of thick sweat and fur as Ty tried to break down her inner barrier. Each thrust made her emit another powerful sound of submission, and he realized that he would rather hear her screaming her pleasures through the ship than choke and moan inside his armpit. Propping himself up, he was able to get back up onto both paws, his head and chest now looming over her face instead. There was so much sweat slathered on her face and heat in the air that she swore she would never taste fresh air again, not that she didn’t find the prospect appealing in her lust-drunk state. Now each thrust was followed by an audible whimper and moan to go along with his rough panting and grunts.

“You’re...not even close to all the way inside me, are you?” she asked, her voice weak and breathless. There was too much thick fur to see properly between her legs, so the Pokemon’s colossal member remained out of sight. Every new inch he gave her was a surprise, and while she could hear his heavy nuts slapping against his thighs after each thrust, she had yet to feel them knocking against her own rump yet.

“Hope Sarah can take half...” he grunted in reply, and threw another deep thrust into her body. She cried out as her cervix took the entire force of the impact, stretching and bending back, but still standing strong against him. This little bit of natural resistance only seemed to spur him on, knowing that his mate had submitted completely but this was just a challenge he had to overcome to breed her. She was simply amazed that the terrible, stretching pain that she had felt when he had first penetrated her was all but completely gone, replaced by a dull throb that sat in the back of her mind behind the wall of pleasure that filled the rest of her head. He was so big that his shaft could grind and stimulate her clit in a way no one else had ever done before, making it feel raw and sore while everything else drown in pleasure. Her juices were running freely, squelching with his movements.

“Let Ty in...” he growled, starting to get annoyed as his thrusts grew steadily rougher and faster. “Want to stretch Sarah’s belly.”

“E-Easy Ty...Not too rough...” She gasped, holding the sheets as hard as she could. “You don’t want to break me, do you?”

He didn’t reply, only locked a huge forepaw over the top of her head and pushed. Her eyes nearly bulged from her head as her body slid down while he pushed forward, and her poor, innocent cervix became a casualty of their lust. She looked down and saw a thick bulge push out from the lower half of her stomach, and Ty growled in a great, lusty satisfaction as her tight womb wrapped around the first quarter of his half-embedded shaft.

“Oh gods...” she whimpered, her muscles locked and her body in shock from the overwhelming sensation of her cervix breaking down. She was being rearranged as his sex toy, and in order for her head to block out the pain, it had to double down on the pleasure. The next time he thrust into her, she nearly screamed when it felt like her clit was burning from the sensations. His thick tip stretched the back wall of her womb out, and as soon as he felt that tension in her flesh he pulled back hard and drove in again. Her massive, hot, sweaty Pokemon was building up his pace and fucking her like an animal, holding her down and making her tremble. He didn’t give her an inch of space; there was nothing she could do to slow him down or hold him back. She was his to use now.

“Tight,” he growled, despite the fact that Sarah had never felt looser in her life. She could only imagine the gape she was going to have when he was finished, what kind of a mess he would make. She could even picture herself fat and round from his cum, or maybe it was actually the young he was going to leave inside her. The thought overtook her mind, her Typhlosion was going to cum inside her, and she had no idea what would happen after that. Would she get pregnant, or were they incompatible? Could she still be his trainer after he had dominated her so completely? Could any other man satisfy her after being taken by the biggest, strongest one she knew?

The eager beast continued to thrust, working his impressive cock in and out of his beloved trainer while she groaned in mind-shattering pleasure. He was fucking her womb directly now, each spill of sloppy pre laced with a dangerously virile hint of his sperm. Tucked away in a private room on the S.S. Anne, Sarah was relentlessly ravaged by the horny animal she called her own, their union heavy with sweat and musk.

Gripping the bed tightly, Ty snarled as he felt his cockhead smush up against the back wall of his companion's womb. He was almost entirely inside her now; only an inch or two of his sizeable shaft remained outside. Her pussylips were stretched out in an obscene ‘O’ shape to accommodate his girth, and she doubted she would ever tighten up properly again.

“Ufff... Fuck...” she grunted as she clung to his thick belly fur, clutching him tight desperately as his veiny dick lit every sensitive nerve in her body on fire. His heat was incredible, and in his animalistic vigor he drooled thick strands of saliva from the corners of his maw across her face. It was untidy, feral fucking and she wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

“Ty!” she gasped, toes curling in unrestrained delight as the large male rutted her brains out, “d... do it! Oh... oh... ohfffuuuc...” He entire body spasmed as she came, clamping down violently on the intruding organ as her eyes glazed over and every sense heightened, trembling as her own fluids soaked the Typhlosion's steaming hot spire. Feeling her climax around him, her eggs vulnerable and ready, the fire-type grasped her wrists and pinned them beside her head as he rammed his urethra up against her tubes. With one deep, dominant snarl he gazed into her eyes and unloaded himself inside of her.

It felt like a firehose was being sprayed inside her pussy. The volume that Ty was carrying and the speed at which he was emptying it made her groan and arch her back, trying to alleviate the discomfort from such an obscene stretch. She felt like a rubber fucktoy, and he was looking at her like one. She was lost in the fire of his eyes, the power, the dominance, the possessiveness, and all the while he kept pumping her full of virile sperm. In that moment, pinned, stuffed, and reeking of him, she didn’t really feel like she was the one in charge anymore.

He just didn’t stop, and it didn’t feel like the pressure was lessening either. With his cock tip pressed right against her back wall, every blast of cum felt like the first one, pushing and gently stretching the flexible flesh before wrapping over her walls and pooling up where his obscene shaft plugged her cervix. Every inch of her womb was coated in her Pokemon’s cum, an incredible wellspring of heat that bloomed deep inside her. She could feel a fresh sweat breaking out across her abdomen and between her legs as she was smothered in his oppressive fur. Despite the air conditioner still being on, it felt like the air was stagnant and humid. Both of them were ripe with his musk, but she would have to wait until morning to deal with that. As she was, she wasn't getting anywhere near the shower yet.

“Too full...” Ty grunted with what sounded like disappointment, and she started to feel his thick, ridged cock shifting inside her.

“A-Are you not done?” she asked, bewildered, just as she felt him begin to draw his hips back. His huge testicles, much lighter now that their load had been lessened, lifted away from her rump, and her lips grabbed tight around the Pokemon’s penis out of necessity. “Wait! Don’t pull out!”

With a grunt, Ty’s fat cock popped free of her abused sex, flopping up into the air and down across her stomach. He growled softly as his orgasm continued, drooling and spurting with slowly weakening pressure across her stomach. Sarah groaned as her body was coated in hot, sticky cum, while the dam between her legs was released and sent everything inside her pouring out. Two lakes of seed formed, one between her legs and another on her stomach, gently trickling off her sides and into the mattress below.

“Now I’m going to have to pay for those...” she groaned in dismay, as above her massive Pokemon sighed in relief and looked down at his handiwork.

“Sorry...” he said bashfully, glancing away from her face. An ounce of his usual quiet timidness had come back now that all of his dominance had been spent on her. “Sarah doesn’t like mess.”

Panting quietly on the bed, the young woman felt especially empty now that that huge Pokemon cock was no longer stretching her to the limit. Ty slowly lay back down beside her, looking over his mate with concern as his spent length retreated back into that floppy sheath. Satisfied with the breeding, he felt nothing but worry that he might have gone too far.

“I don't mind,” she said finally, scooping up some of his spent ejaculate from her belly and bringing it to her lips. Her eyes widened at the salty taste of his warm load, feeling a rush of excitement as the taste of his sperm overrode the sweat she'd drank from his pits. He watched with interest as she took a few more samples of his warm batter, eagerly swallowing some more with an appreciative little moan. She couldn't deny her love for him and the act of Pokephilia that she had just engaged in with her lifelong partner.

“You still need a shower,” she teased, reaching up to scratch under his jaw gently. He rumbled in amusement and gazed at the sheer amount of semen he'd ruined the bedsheets with. There was no way either of them would be sleeping now. He leaned in and kissed her on the forehead with his large snout, lapping at her cheek tenderly.

“Love Sarah,” he grunted, and her cheeks turned even redder at her Pokemon’s declaration.

“I love you too, Ty,” she replied immediately, smiling up at him. She had no idea how she would deal with her new relationship, or how it would affect things at home, but she was certain no man would ever fuck her like her Typhlosion just did.

Reaching down low she curled her fingers around his sopping wet sheath and gave it a squeeze, watching a glob of spent sperm drool from the slit. Licking her lips, she looked up at him and felt a dull throb beneath her digits.

“You want more, big guy?” she asked with a wink, and he nodded slowly. Rolling off the bed, she knelt down on the carpeted floor and guided him to sit on the edge of the bed. Moments later, her tongue was delving into his sloppy sheath as she cupped his balls intimately, coaxing that fat breeding organ back out from its home. As her lips welcomed the steamy cock into her mouth, Sarah wondered briefly if there would ever be a day where she didn't have her big beast inside of her.

Looking up into his loving, passionate gaze, she very much doubted it.