Violet Enterprises: Alluring Aleda
Story by Xianyu on SoFurry
Imported from SF2 with no description provided.
File Name: Alluring Aleda
Owner: Xianyu
File Location: Someone's PC
File Type: Story:Adult:M/F:Vulpix x Human, Lucario x Human, Lycanroc x Human, Ninetales x Human
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Details: Alluring Aleda's Adorably Abrasive Affection
Keith idly dug at his qualot-fried rice with a plastic fork, watching Tammy devour her own rice on the other side of the little table. The vulpix had her paws up on the table and hindlegs on the seat, tails happily swishing back and forth as she dug her muzzle into the bowl, licking around the edges to get at the spicy residue.
Keith's tablet sat on the table within easy reach. He had already used it to check when Aleda and Fayah would be done at the beauty salon, but it would be an hour before Aleda was done. Fayah was having a treatment done that, from what Keith could tell from the cartoon pictures accompanying the description, involved beating her with sledgehammers. He could only assume it was a rock-type thing.
A big part of Keith wanted to return to Glitter's home and try for a 'round two'. He'd had attract used on him so many times that going just the once didn't feel… satisfying any more; spilling his cum all over a girl was starting to feel more like foreplay than a 'main event'.
“Vul?" Tammy queried, peering up at him over her empty bowl, little tongue licking at her muzzle a few times.
Keith blinked at her, realising he was lost in his thoughts. “Heh, sorry, just musing," he said, shrugging his shoulders slightly. “What's the matter?"
“Pix," Tammy responded noncommittally, pushing her bowl towards the centre of the table, out of the way. Keith stacked his bowl in hers, and then picked them both up, dumping them in the trash bin behind him.
“The other girls won't be out for an hour. Is there anything you wanna see around here?" Keith queried.
Tammy perked her ears up, head tilting the side, tails giving an uncertain twitch against the seat. She put her forepaws up on the table, and then rested her chin on them, staring at him indecisively.
“We'll find something," Keith reasoned, swinging his backpack onto a shoulder and rising to his feet. Tammy took a moment to stretch, before hopping down off the seat and falling into step beside him, the little bell on her new collar jingling merrily.
Keith made a beeline for an arcade they had passed on the way through to the food court; a glittery cascade of lights and noise. The smell of hot popcorn permeated the air, pouring from the giant machine occupying pride-of-place in the middle of the entrance, with gold lights glowing on warm kernels.
A cacophony of noise emanated from the arcade, from dozens of different machines. There were various skill-testers, strength-testers, and other entertainment games. The perfect place for killing an hour.
The person behind the counter was disinterestedly looking at a monitor, playing a game. He looked up as Keith entered, and gave him a nod. Keith nodded back, and then moved towards the log-in station. It was a simple process; he just moved his tablet near the machine until the pokegear chip was accessed, and then hit a few buttons to buy some tokens for the machines.
“You want some popcorn?" Keith asked, peering down at Tammy, raising his voice to be heard over the din of the machines.
Tammy tilted her head up to squint at the popcorn machine before shaking her head and wrinkling her nose.
Keith laughed and leaned down to tousle the vulpix's headcurls. “How bout a game?" he offered, motioning towards the lines of brightly-coloured, noisy machines.
Tammy pondered for several seconds, and then nodded.
Keith motioned towards the machines. “Any in particular take your fancy?
Sidestepping past him, Tammy started to walk down the line of machines, inspecting each in turn.
There was a decent selection of older arcade games; Tammy walked right past the machine showing a flexing machamp holding a mallet: a strength test machine that she would be ill-suited to win. The next machine was a dance-minigame but the mats were just a hair too wide for the little vulpix to comfortably bounce from one coloured arrow to the other. A bowling machine stood ready for play, with a graveler ball that would roll unpredictably and try to knock down six prinplup pins arranged at the end of the alley.
Tammy didn't even spare a glance for the magikarp game, giving the water-catchment surrounding it a wide berth.
Eventually, she settled on a 'skill' game, a shooting gallery where she would have to hit as many targets as possible in the time limit. There were balls for humans or other pokemon to throw, but there was also the option of actual attacks.
Keith waved his tablet in front of the sensor, and the tickets were deducted from his balance. The safety-glass enclosing the gallery was old, pitted, scorched in some places, and quite clouded with wear, but it still smoothly opened, and Keith and Tammy could step inside. Once they were inside, there was a safety count-down, and the doors slid shut behind them, sealing them inside the gallery where anything they did wouldn't affect anyone outside of the gallery. A stomach-high guard rail stood between them and the shooting gallery, and Tammy was just too small to peer over it comfortably.
“Pix!" Tammy chirped, bouncing in place excitedly as another countdown started, this time from thirty seconds. Keith hit the button to skip the countdown, and it flicked to five seconds instead.
The counter hit 'zero' and a target popped out from the wall, only for Tammy to bounce up and immediately hit it with a blast of fire from her muzzle. The target snapped back flat against the wall and the next popped up on the other side. Tammy couldn't hit it before she hit the floor again, and had to get her paws underneath herself and bounce back up over the guardrail again before she could launch another fireball.
Tammy barely hit the next target, hitting a split-second before the next target snapped up from the far end of the gallery. She bounced up once more, slinging another fireball that sailed wide by a half-foot, splashing harmlessly against scorched and pitted plate-steel that had clearly seen many a stray fireball or icicle before.
Keith leaned on the railing, watching the vulpix continually bouncing to try and hit the targets. After the timer hit zero, she stood on splayed paws, panting hard, with a moderate score.
“You did good!" Keith lied, reaching down to tousle her headcurls, and Tammy grumbled, scratching at the floor. “Wanna go again?" Keith asked, trailing his fingertips down her back.
“Pix!" Tammy responded in earnest, nodding.
Keith waved his tablet in front of the sensor panel again, and another countdown started. This time, Keith hit the button to skip the timer, and then scooped the little vulpix up, holding her in his arms.
"Vul-pix!" Tammy declared, surprised, her tails curling around his arm, forepaws waving in the air and the bell on her collar jingling, before she realised what was happening. Her little brows furrowed, and a look of focus came over her face as the first target popped up.
Keith felt a wave of heat wash over his arms as Tammy launched a fireball at the first target, and before it even hit she had pivoted and sent another burst of flame towards the second target. Unfortunately, the pattern was randomized, so the target didn't pop up, and instead one at the back popped up. Tammy blinked in surprise and lost her focus, and the target popped back down before she could even recompose herself enough to fire at it.
A tiny growl left the vulpix, and the instant the next target popped up, she smote it down with a fireball, brown eyes narrowing intently and hunting for the next target.
A bonus round popped up, with spinning metal targets rotating around a hub, and Tammy managed to down four of them before they all folded back down. A long row of targets popped up at the back and she fired a single fireball before realising she could hit the lot with one long attack, and instead swept a row of flames from one side of the row to the other, popping each target down one after the other. And then came the final target sector, which had an alolan-ninetales-cutout pop up from the centre of the room, with targets suspended from all nine of its spread tails.
Tammy refused to fire on the ninetales.
The timer hit zero, and the ninetales-cutout popped back down into the slot.
Keith peered down at her, and Tammy tilted to stare up at him, huffing.
Laughing, Keith hugged her. “It's okay. You still got a good score!"
“Pix!" Tammy chirped, giving his cheek a lick.
The next machine Tammy decided to play was specifically built for fire and ice-types. A clear reaction globe stood on a pedestal connected to a short tube, with scoring-numbers flashing on LED displays above the tube and the globe itself.
A little sign-card listed the rules and method of play for the game.
“Okedoke, you ready?" Keith asked, swiping his tablet across the plate.
Tammy nodded determinedly.
Keith hit a button, picking the 'fire type' game, and bright lights set around the base of the globe started to flash.
“Go!"
Tammy leaned forwards, pressing her muzzle against the tube, and then blew a concentrated line of flame right down the length of it, sending curling tendrils of fire right up into the reaction globe. The counter on top of the globe started to tick upwards, rapidly increasing, measuring the temperature inside. A down-arrow appeared, followed by a warning chime, telling the vulpix to back off, but Tammy was new to the game and focusing on her flames; the temperature spiked too high and the game beeped angrily and shut down, displaying a 'Temperature failed' prompt.
Tammy drew back, blinking up at the machine.
“Too hot," Keith said with a laugh, pointing up at the LED display.
Tammy gave him a puzzled stare, head tilting to the left.
“When the arrows are down, you have to back off. When they're up, make it hotter."
Tammy stared at him, and then nodded firmly. “Pix!"
“Okay, one more go," Keith said, swiping his tablet across the plate again.
Tammy gave a determined nod, turning back towards the machine and putting her little muzzle on the end of the pipe. The machine beeped, and immediately, Tammy billowed a wave of flame down the length of the tube and into the reaction chamber.
A chime played, and the up-arrow appeared.
“Hotter!"
Tammy glanced up at him, before narrowing her eyes, billowing another, more-powerful blast of flames down the length of the tube.
Another chime played, and a down-arrow appeared.
“Back off," Keith warned.
Tammy closed her mouth, and the flame dissipated almost immediately, and the machine beeped angrily, displaying two up-arrows.
“No-no, keep blowing, just not-" the machine beeped angrily and the game ended.
Tammy scowled.
“You can't stop blowing flames," Keith laughed, petting her headcurls again.
“Vul pix!" Tammy demanded.
“Okay, one more," Keith relented, swiping his tablet across the plate again.
This time, Tammy was ready for the temperature requirements, billowing rolling waves of flame down the tube and lighting up the orb on top of the machine. The down-arrows appeared, and the little vulpix visibly focused on lowering the temperature of her flames. The up-arrow came back, and Tammy concentrated, eyes narrowing intently as she poured flames into the tube, her tails straightening out behind her and almost vibrating with the intensity of her focus.
The machine went through several cycles of various temperatures, and Tammy was starting to get winded when it finally declared that she had won the prize. Tammy posed proudly, and Keith pet her headcurls again.
A vending machine was close enough that Keith could get a lemonade and a cotton candy for the vulpix, and after the lemonade had been gulped down, Tammy recovered her stamina by sitting down in front of a flashing strength-testing machine, holding the stick for the cotton candy in her paws as she munched through the airy candy quite happily.
“You wanna go again?" Keith offered.
Tammy shook her head firmly.
Keith pondered, looking down the line of machines. “Wanna find another game to play?"
Tammy nodded.
“C'mon then," Keith said, starting down the row of machines. Tammy bit the last bit of cotton candy off the stick, and then tossed the stick in a bin that had an opening at the appropriate height for her, before bounding after him.
Keith examined the machines in turn; most of them were for humans along this row. Ring-toss games; catch-the-magikarp fishing games; a few old-fashioned claw-games that were so rigged that he wouldn't even bother trying them; an old 'Sudowoodo Axe Fight Simulator' arcade machine; a 'ride the ponyta' racing game with an actual replica ponyta-bust with a saddle on it to be used as the controller; and then pokemon-games like 'machoke arm wrestling' and obstacle courses designed for smaller pokemon to run through as fast as they could.
Keith wasn't very interested in any them, and after turning a corner, he found himself in a neglected area of the arcade, where the noise of all the machines was slightly less of a cacophony and the machines were all much less ostentatious. Old pinball machines, football tables, air-hockey, it had it all. It even had machines that he could only assume had been brought in from the mall floor itself; 'pokemon rides' for small children, like a raticate or rockruff with a saddle that moved slowly so small children could enjoy the ride. They even still had coin-ports on them!
A row of photo-booths caught his eye. One of them was just a simple 'take a picture' booth, but the rest were all themed. Some were exotic locales, like the Alola photo booth that would digitally place you on a beach or a volcano in Alola, with special coloured lights so that it looked natural. But there were also 'celebrity pokemon photo booths' where you could have your picture taken with a digital representation of a specific pokemon.
One of the photo booths was a hybrid; an Official United Tournament promotional machine designed to drum up excitement for the Unite Tournaments that were trying to compete with regular Pokemon Contests for viewers. This one was a large-ish white machine with a life-size cutout of a Gardevoir glued to the side of it. Big solid doors stood open and waiting, but clearly could be closed to give the participants privacy while they were taking their photos. It looked a lot more sophisticated than the simple curtains the other machines had.
Keith glanced down at Tammy. “Wanna try that one?"
Tammy peered at the machine, and then shrugged.
Keith made his way over to it, peering inside. It had a wide bench for sitting on, with a big touch-screen and a coin-slot along with another slot that Keith could only assume was for printing photos.
Tammy peeked around his legs, peering up at the screen and giving a confused 'vul?'
Stepping inside, Keith motioned for Tammy to follow, and with a thoughtful hum, she jumped up onto the seat. There wasn't much space inside the booth, but there was just enough for both he and Tammy to sit side-by-side on the bench. The door was manually-operated, and Keith had to slide it shut. Immediately, the cacophony outside was muted to a dull murmur.
“Oh fuck I can hear myself think again," Keith said, rubbing his ears.
“Pix!" Tammy agreed, giving a relieved sigh.
Keith turned his attention to the big touch-screen. Thankfully, it wasn't a coin-op any more, and had a retrofitted scan-plate installed, which Keith swiped his tablet across. The touch-screen glowed to life, showing a menu.
It offered a choice between 'game' and 'photobooth', and then an 'unlocks' list. Keith could only assume that playing the game unlocked photo booth options. He clicked 'game' and was immediately brought to a character-select screen.
Keith scrolled through the pokemon available, and Tammy reached forwards to point at an icon. Keith skipped over an absol named 'Crescent' and landed on what Tammy had pointed at: an alolan ninetales named 'Tempest'.
The game itself was very barebones, and despite having some very good animations, it was clear after only a few seconds that his inputs barely had any effect on the game; if he went up or down, it just showed the same animation of Tempest running from one spot to another, and then a 'reaction' animation of him either attacking or defending against another pokemon.
The attacks and defenses were all very scripted, and seemed to be a set chance of succeeding, leaving the actual result of each fight down to random chance. After a few short rounds, Keith's pokemon was knocked out, and Tammy gave a tiny little whine as the ninetales flopped down into the grass, defeated.
Chuckling, Keith ruffled Tammy's headcurls, and then selected the option to go back to the menu, selecting the 'photobooth' option. The same character-selection popped up, and Tammy encouraged him to pick the Tempest again. A selection of base 'poses' came up for different photos, with outfits, ribbons, and special poses greyed out.
Keith selected a generic option, and nudged Tammy lightly with his elbow. “Smile for the photo," he said, motioning towards the screen, where it showed a low-bitrate preview of the final picture, with Tempest standing slightly to the side of them both. Tammy squinted at the display, but then carefully arranged herself, sitting up straight and quickly licking a paw to then flatten down her headcurls, beaming at the camera.
A few different photo options came up, including a 'reel', but Keith selected the single-snapshot, and immediately his tablet beeped that it had received the photo, while the display switched to asking if he wanted a hard-copy.
“You want a copy of the picture?" Keith queried.
Tammy squinted at the photo on the screen and then shook her head.
“Okay, hmmm, wanna try a different pose then?"
Tammy nodded enthusiastically.
Keith discarded the photo, and then flicked through the poses Tempest had available. One of them caught his eye, and he selected it with a grin. It was a mid-ground shot of Tempest looming over the picture's participants, staring down his muzzle at the camera. Keith reached over, and Tammy protested for a moment as he adjusted her pose, pushing her shoulders down.
“Vul?" Tammy queried, now on her stomach, only to 'eep' in surprise as Keith carefully hefted her hips and lifted her into a 'bent over' position facing the camera. “Vul… pix?" Tammy asked, confused.
Keith grinned, and then hit the button to take the photo, freezing the shot on the display. From Tammy's angle and pose, it looked like she was crouching down underneath the alolan ninetales, and it almost looked like Tempest was mounting her.
“Vul!" Tammy let out a scandalized exclamation, staring at the photo and then giggling.
“You want a copy of this one?" Keith asked with a grin.
Tammy shook her head firmly, but then turned back to the camera, posing herself very deliberately, arching her hips upwards and shuffling an inch-and-a-half to the side to be better aligned, curling her tails up and over her back, before opening her muzzle up and extending her tongue, closing her eyes most of the way in a stereotypical 'fucked stupid' face, deliberately holding the pose.
Keith laughed, and then leaned out of the shot, hitting the button to take a picture.
Tammy held the pose for a moment longer, before she relaxed, rising to her paws and then leaning close to the display, squinting at it and giggling at the lewd picture she'd managed to make.
“Hard copy?" Keith offered.
“Vul!" Tammy agreed.
Keith grinned, and hit the 'print' button, and a moment later, a glossy print of the picture popped out of the slot. Tammy took the print in her little muzzle, transferring it to her paws to stare at it, and then giggling uncontrollably.
Keith gave the vulpix a sideways stare, and paused for a moment. “You wanna… take some riskier pics?"
Tammy tilted her head to the side, looking up from her picture. “Vul?"
“Like this," Keith said, reaching over to lightly grasp her hips. Tammy tilted her head, but allowed him to manipulate her, her eyes widening slightly as Keith angled her away from the camera… and then bent her back down into that same presented pose!
“V-vul?" Tammy questioned, as Keith hiked her tails up for her, and then hit the 'camera' button. This time, Tempest was looming over a thoroughly-presented vulpix, with her little pussy fully on display.
“Like this," Keith repeated with a grin, hitting the 'print' button. This time, the glossy photo was much less ambiguous, and Keith handed it off to Tammy without hesitation.
“V-vul…" Tammy stammered, her cheeks warming as she looked at the picture of her own presented pussy with Tempest looming in the background.
“And this…" Keith purred, grasping the vulpix's hips with his hand, shifting his palms around until his fingers could find the tight little vulpix cunt and deliberately press his fingertips down on either side of it, spreading her. Keith's tablet beeped three times as he took several pictures of Tammy's spread cunt, and then printed out the last picture.
“Vul p-pix…" Tammy breathed, her cheeks warming even further as the next picture was deposited in front of her, showing the bubblegum-pink depths of her own spread cunny. Keith felt a droplet of moisture trail along his fingers.
“You like this?" Keith asked with a grin, angling his fingers, no longer spreading her and instead sinking the two fingers inside her, spreading her around them and feeling soft, slippery vulpix cunt squeezing down around his digits. “Like taking lewd pictures?"
“V-vul…" Tammy admitted, hesitant, her ears flattening back and a shudder passing down her form as he spread her. Her soft depths clenched around his fingertips, squeezing intently.
“Fuck yes," Keith hissed, slipping his fingers out of her. Tammy gave a faint protest, and then a gasp and squeal as he picked her up, pulling her directly into his lap. Keith leaned back against the far wall, holding Tammy in his lap and deliberately tilting her back until she was splayed out atop him, her rump resting right above the bulge in his pants and the soft vulpix cunt right in the line of sight of the camera.
“V-vul!" Tammy whimpered, blushing furiously… and then slowly spreading her thighs, deliberately presenting herself for the camera. She looked away, and Keith waited deliberately for her to look back before he hit the button to take the picture. His tablet beeped again, and he glanced at it, seeing the photobooth-app pop up for a moment, with a 'picture' button on it.
Curiously, Keith picked up the tablet, unlocking it to find that it was connected to the booth itself, and all the controls were right there on the screen so he didn't have to reach over.
“Spread yourself," Keith murmured.
Tammy blinked, cheeks flushing furiously. “P-pix?"
“Don't play coy with me, you know exactly what I mean," Keith chided.
Tammy flushed further, but then slid her paws down her body, Keith's hand coming up to rest on her belly and held her steady, even as her forepaws slipped down to grasp either side of her slick cunt and spread herself for the camera.
Keith hit the button on his tablet, several times, grinning, and Tammy's ears flattened back further and further each time the camera clicked.
“Fuck you're a sexy little vulpix," Keith growled, and Tammy's ears perked up again, a slightly smug smile coming across her muzzle. Keith's free hand slipped down to his pants, undoing the front of them hurriedly and freeing his stiffening cock to the air. Tammy's eyes widened as she caught sight of it, and her hindpaws clenched slightly on reflex.
“Just hold that pose," Keith growled, grasping his cock and giving a slow stroke up and down it, taking several pictures as he stiffened to full size, before he deliberately laid his stiffened cock right across Tammy's spread little cunt, covering up the view of her crotch with his girthy length. Several more pictures were taken in that pose, and Tammy glanced back and forth between the camera and his cock, her muzzle slowly parting and tongue extending.
Tammy's hindlegs kicked at the air on reflex as Keith dropped the tablet to grasp her hips in one hand, his other hand holding his stiff cock, deliberately smacking it against her drooling little cunt, letting her feel the weight of each impact. He hefted her hips, angling the vulpix's body up enough that his blunt tip could bump up against her. Tammy's cheeks flushed even further as his tip ground against her soft flesh, and her ears flattened back as she deliberately spread herself further with her paws.
Keith blindly pawed at his tablet until he heard the camera beep again, and then quickly returned his palm to Tammy's hip, angling her so that he could press her down over him. Her soft little cunt pressed against the tip of his cock, and then the head of his stiff shaft sank inside, spreading her around him, slowly sinking into the spread entrance without hesitation.
“Vuuuullll…" Tammy groaned, as Keith took several more pictures of her presented cunt spreading around his tip, before grasping her hips and grinding the little vulpix down his cock, burying half of his eagerly-throbbing cock inside her.
“Fuck," Keith hissed in her ear, one palm rubbing down over her soft belly to let his fingertips brush against her little clit, his other hand blindly tapping at his tablet until he heard the camera chime again, immortalizing the image of Tammy's tiny little cunt squeezing around his stiff cock while her paws clenched at the air.
“I can't cum in you," Keith murmured in her ear, keeping his voice low even though the muted cacophony outside the booth made it very clear that there was no chance of them being overheard. “As good as the picture would look, I can't lead you out of here dripping my spunk."
Tammy nodded her understanding, forepaws grasping at the arm wrapped around her middle. She groaned, tipping her head back as Keith sank her another eager inch down his cock, spreading her even further, and he quickly tapped the tablet, getting another picture of her.
Keith had to leave the tablet so he could grasp Tammy's haunch in one hand, helping steady her as he started to grind his hips up against her, his other hand rubbing fingertips right down at her little clit. Tammy's hindlegs twitched, and her paws grasped his arm even stronger, each rub at her clit making her squeeze down around him tighter.
“I'm gonna cum in your mouth," Keith murmured in Tammy's ear, and the vulpix's cheeks warmed with blush, her tails curling and flexing against him. “Think that'll make a good picture?" Keith queried, lifting her up several inches and then stuffing her back down over his cock until two-third of it were bulging out her little cunt. “Nice shots of you opening your mouth up for a mouthful of my cum?"
“V-vulp!" Tammy protested, her head tipping back and muzzle parting, tongue hanging free as she shuddered and rocked down against him as best she could with all four of her paws in the air.
Keith grasped her hips with both hands, and ground the vulpix down into his lap, his hips arching up to meet hers, feeling soft, silken inner flesh grinding and shifting around him as he pressed her further down his achingly-stiff cock, feeling silken inner flesh squeezing and shifting around him until her soft rump came to rest right against his lower stomach.
“Fuck," Keith hissed, resting his chin right between her ears, giving a firm rub of fingertips right against her little clit, even as he rolled his hips to grind his cock deep inside her. A soft squeal left the vulpix, and she jerked against him, starting to tense and shudder, her depths clenching even tighter around him as her hips rocked down against him in earnest.
“Are you gonna cum?" Keith hissed in Tammy's ear, and the little vulpix clenched around him even tighter, her hindlegs drawing together and cinching her squeezing cunt down around every last inch of human cock stuffed inside her. Chuckling, Keith ground his hips up against her, only the very last inch of his stiff cock not buried inside her. Her insides were starting to clench in rhythm, squeezing and grasping around him urgently.
“Cum for me, Tammy," Keith growled in her ear, pressing the vulpix down as tight atop his lap as he could get her; soft flesh squeezed around him, and he fumbled for his tablet with his free hand, pawing at the button to get several pictures of Tammy's perfect little vulpine cunt clasping around him. “Cum for the camera!"
“V-vul-vul!" Tammy stammered, her head throwing back and claws digging into Keith's arm, her tails going rigid between them, and Keith deliberately attacked her little clit in earnest, rubbing his thumb against her over and over again. “P-p-vul-pix!"
Keith grasped the stammering vulpix in both hands, hooking his palms around her hips, and then crammed her down into his lap with several eager shoves, feeling her depths tightening around him with each firm jolt of her hips against him, making it harder and harder to grind her open.
“V-vulp p-pix!" Tammy's little cunt squeezed down around Keith's cock in urgent rhythm, slippery flesh fluttering around him before cinching down in a vice-grip of soft, constricting friction.
“Fuck," Keith hissed in her ear, jerking his hips up against her futilely, trying to fight against the incredible tightness of the orgasming vulpix, even as hot, slick dribbles of her wetness drooled around his embedded cock. Tammy was jerking and shuddered, muzzle clenched as tight as the flesh coaxing at his stiff cock, her tails rapidly curling and uncurling, fluttering against him in urgent little thuds as she gave a silent cry of delight.
Keith pawed at the tablet again, trying to hold the little vulpix in position with one hand, attempting to let the camera catch as many shots as possible of her sweet flesh clenching around his stiff cock.
Tammy fell back against his chest with a shudder, and Keith wrapped an arm around her, feeling her squeezing cunt grasping at his cock, her new position meaning only the first few inches were stuffed inside her. As the vulpix's grasp slowly loosened on him, Keith felt his cock start to tug free of her hold, and he quickly snapped as many pictures as he could of his stiff cock springing free of the drooling vulpix cunt, a thick sheen of her liquids clinging to it and slowly dripping down.
The bill counter on the side of the screen was rising rapidly with all the pictures Keith was taking, but he was far too engrossed with Tammy to care.
Tammy gave a hazy moan as he spread her again, taking several more photos of her lewdly-spread little pussy, now with the heavy glimmer of her arousal coating it. She squeaked, eyes widening and staring at the ceiling for a moment before her head snapped up, cheeks warming with blush as Keith buried his fingers in her and spread her properly, adjusting the angle of her hips with his free hand to give the camera a straight-on view of her thoroughly-spread little pussy.
“You came so fast," Keith murmured in her ear, laughing as he took several more pictures. He fumbled with his tablet, finding the 'print' option, and a glossy picture of the fucked vulpix quickly printed out. Keith held it up for her, and Tammy stared at it, her cheeks warming, her tails giving anxious little curls. “You like having your picture taken that much?"
Tammy's cheeks flushed and her hindlegs clenched around his hand, giving Keith his answer.
Chuckling, Keith flattened his palm against Tammy's stomach, lightly rubbing across her plush fur, whispering in her ear; “Time to get some pics of you with a mouthful of cum… or I'm gonna have to stuff it all inside you and hope nobody notices you dripping my cum all the way back to the salon."
A tiny whimper left the vulpix, and she remained atop him, frozen with indecision for several long moments, licking her lips, ears flattening back and tails curling against him in earnest, before she heaved herself up into a sitting position. Soft forepaws found his cock, and she shuffled around until she could get her hindlegs underneath herself, rising up to her diminutive height. One of Keith's hands came up to rest on her rump, and two of her tails curled around his wrist, even as she leaned forwards and nudged her nose against his slick cock.
“Good girl…" Keith hissed, tapping the 'picture' button on his tablet in distracted rhythm as he watched Tammy lap up the side of his achingly-stiff cock. Her little paws grasped around the base of it, holding it steady as she started to lap at him like a lollipop, just making him throb all the harder. “Mnnnf… good girl. Lick me clean…"
Tammy's ears perked at his words, obviously hearing him, holding his rock-hard cock steady with her paws as she started to lap at him with a more focused pattern, dragging long licks against his sides and then around the mid-point of it, lapping towards his tip and cleaning his throbbing cock of her own liquids!
“Yes… fuck… yes…" Keith encouraged distractedly, hips giving stirring little grinds against her motions, pawing at the tablet's camera button to take several more pictures. Tammy glanced up at him, her ears flattening, before she rose up and sank down over his stiff cock.
Keith gave a low, stifled groan as soft vulpix muzzle sank over the first few inches of his eager cock, his free hand moving up to rest right between Tammy's shoulders as she started to aggressively bob her muzzle on him, soft tongue and lips closing down around him as she worked up and down.
Close to his finish from fucking the cute little vulpix, Keith's hips were already starting to rock and jerk in time with Tammy's motions, pushing his tip ever-closer to her little throat. Tammy seemed to smirk around his stiff cock, and she showed off her new 'trick', deliberately tilting her head enough to take the first throbbing inch of Keith's cock into her throat.
Keith grit his teeth, trying to still the urgent reflexive grinding of his hips towards her muzzle, even as she smirked up at him around her mouthful.
“Fuck!" Keith hissed between clenched teeth, pawing at the tablet again to take pictures of the vulpix swallowing around the first eager inch of his cock, even as the insistent throb in his cock got too strong to ignore. “Tammy! Tammy, f-fuck," Keith managed to pant, his free hand lifted and resting right between her ears, giving encouraging little nudges as she bobbed. “A-almost!"
Tammy drew back at Keith's insistence, and a frustrated groan left him, but the little vulpix just pulled up until only the head of his cock was in her muzzle, nursing on him aggressively while her soft little paws grasped the base of his cock and started to swiftly jerk up and down in time with her renewed bobbing. Her technique was clumsy and improvised, but Keith was so close it didn't even matter, his hips jerking up a few times and a gasp leaving him, one of his hands fumbling for the tablet and knocking it to the side, too focused on the vulpix sucking his swiftly-throbbing cock to spare the mental faculties to retrieve it.
“Tammy!" Keith hissed urgently, stiffening as a fat lance of human spunk splashed right into the back of the vulpix's muzzle.
Tammy's eyes widened, and she gagged in surprise, giving a straining swallow even as a second heavy volley of Keith's spunk poured into the back of her muzzle. With an eager flutter of her tails, she drew back, sliding up Keith's cock until just the head of it was retained in her muzzle, leaving a streak of gooey spunk down one side of his cock. Tammy held there carefully, glancing up at him with a heated giggle as he came right in her little muzzle!
The vulpix's velvet tongue flurried against Keith's tip as he spilled right into her mouth, just his tip caught in her little muzzle, leaving a gap between her tongue and the roof of her mouth that was flooding with a crisscrossing volley of sticky human spunk.
“Y-yes!" Keith hissed, groping around blindly for the tablet. He couldn't even recall why he wanted it at that moment, far too focused on the little vulpix sucking his spurting cock.
Tammy gave a pleased little hum and then closed her lips around him tighter, starting to nurse on him, softly suckling in time with his spurts before giving a flurry of eager licks across his throbbing tip, smearing his own cum back over his cocktip.
There was a pause in Tammy's heated nursing as she strained to swallow down a mouthful of gooey human spunk, and then her tongue gave an eager flurry of licks against his throbbing tip, making his hips jerk and arch in delighted reflex. She stared up at him, ears perking as Keith's hand came to rest right between them, his hips giving slow grinding rolls up towards that sweet little muzzle.
“F-fuck yes… so eager!" Keith panted, staring down at her with lidded eyes as a fat dribble of cum poured from his cocktip and covered her tongue, and Tammy grinned up at him, giving a muffled, wicked little giggle around his cock. Soft forepaws grasped around the base of his cock, giving slow little grasps, rhythmically squeezing at him to coax out the last dribbles of his cum.
Keith watched the vulpix, finally finding the edge of the tablet with a fingertip and then dragging it towards him, picking it up and fumbling with the screen. The camera snapped again, taking several pictures of the off-angle vulpix with a spent cock in her mouth. “Mnnf… you like having a mouthful of cum?"
Tammy peered up at him, her tails giving a slow curl, and then nodded carefully around his cock.
Keith grinned breathlessly down at the vulpix, smoothing down her headcurls with his palm, hips giving a slow roll against her. Tammy stared up at him, and then carefully pulled back, soft lips hugging his cock on the way back, until she could pull free. A line of cum drooled down Keith's cock, and she carefully held him still with her little paws clasped around his base, staring up at him.
After a moment, Tammy grinned, and then tilted her head back, opening her muzzle up to show Keith the mess of human spunk covering her tongue and every other surface in her little muzzle.
“Mnnnf… don't show me," Keith panted, pointing towards the screen behind her. “Smile for the camera, Tammy."
Tammy paused, closing her mouth and tilting her head to the side in confusion for a moment, before glancing back over her shoulder, her ears perking and then flattening back. She seemed to remember there was a camera waiting for her photo, and she gave an excited wiggle, rising up on her paws and then turning to face the screen.
“Up here," Keith said, mentioning vaguely towards the camera lens.
Tammy followed his gesture to the source, and then stared at the lens, before tilting her head back and opening her mouth. Keith tapped the 'picture' button several times in a row, catching a slideshow of his spunk drooling over the vulpix's presented tongue, dripping from her teeth and sliding down her soft lips.
“Now swallow…" Keith murmured quietly.
Tammy obediently closed her mouth and swallowed, and Keith continued to hit the 'picture' button, smirking over her shoulder. “Open up again… show that you swallowed it all…"
“V-vul…" Tammy voice a tiny embarrassed protest, but opened her mouth up once more, letting Keith snap several pictures of the smooth, now-clean pink of her tongue.
“Good girl," Keith groaned, resting a hand on her lower back and giving her hips a little squeeze. Tammy smiled and turned back to face him, flumping across his thighs and staring up at him.
“Vul!" Tammy chirped, licking her lips.
“You are such a naughty vulpix," Keith playfully chided, and Tammy beamed up at him, before shuffling forwards and dragging a lick against the base of his cock, starting to slowly lick him clean.
Keith watched this for a few moments, before picking up the tablet again, and then scrolling through the gallery of pictures he'd taken of her, all with the same background of Tempest looming over them, lording over images of a vulpix getting fucked. “Now… which of these are we gonna print out?"
Keith opened the heavy door to the photobooth and startled immediately.
The employee who was watching the counter previously was leaning against the machine opposite the photobooth, obviously waiting for them.
Tammy was clean, but her and Keith's guilty faces gave them away more thoroughly than the photographic evidence Keith had stuffed in his backpack.
Caught red-pawed.
“I aint being paid enough to care what you did in there," the employee stated bluntly, raising his voice above the din of the machines, holding up a plastic bag with cleaning supplies in it. “And I sure aint being paid enough to clean it up, either. So you go back in there, clean up whatever mess you left, and we'll let bygones be bygones."
Keith felt his cheeks heating as he took the bag from the employee and turned back around to start wiping down the photobooth.
Keith traipsed along the line of loud machines, and awkwardly put the bag of cleaning supplies up on the counter.
The attendant looked up from his screen, and then carefully picked up the bag with two fingers before dropping it directly into a trash bin next to the counter without even making eye contact with Keith.
“Nine!" Aleda protested, a low growl building in her tone.
Keith came around the corner to see Aleda staring honedges at the employee who was puffing up her tailtips. One slender hand was lightly tugging one of her tailtips, holding it in place as she carefully blow-dried it individually.
Keith opened his mouth to warn the stylist, but she was already ahead of him, her eyes narrowing at the fox-pokemon. “Be quiet, feisty thing. Drying tail. No streaks!"
“Nine!" Aleda reiterated her complaint, and when the stylist tugged her tail again, the ninetales' teeth bared in an angered scowl, eyes narrowing so intently that Keith was worried that the stylist was about to be burnt.
Fayah was already finished, standing awkwardly to one side of the little shop. She was so big that she couldn't comfortably hunch over in her normal pose, so she was forced to stand erect, looking incredibly strange with her paws awkwardly clasped in front of her hips, her mohawk almost touching the ceiling lights. Her fur was perfectly-fluffed, from paws-to-mohawk, with her mohawk itself sheening with styling liquid and her body-fur looking softer than ever. It was almost hard to ascertain she was even a rock-type with how soft she looked in the indirect lighting.
“Lycan!" Fayah said, relieved, as she caught sight of Keith. She immediately stomped away from the corner she was residing in, pounding her way over towards him and then falling into step close behind him.
“Ah yes, your lycanroc no enjoy the attention," the salon lady pointed out as she blow-dried another of a reluctant Aleda's tails.
“Well she looks good for it!" Keith said with a smile, sizing Fayah up. Fayah hunched over self-consciously, her little tail giving an agitated wiggle.
“Nine!" Aleda cut across the conversation, staring daggers at Keith and then arching her tails very deliberately to put all nine tailtips on display in a fan.
“Ai! Do not struggle!" the salon-lady scolded, grasping one of Aleda's tails again and dragging it back towards her to continue blowdrying it.
Keith flinched inwardly, preparing for the angry retaliation he was about to witness, but Aleda just glowered at the salon-lady, looking like she could murder her at any moment. The salon-lady glanced up once, narrowed her eyes back, and made a 'tch' sound, unimpressed.
“Sorry this is taking you so long," Keith apologized, leaning against the pillar in front of the shop, and then turning his attention to Aleda. “Your tails look very pretty."
Aleda took a moment from glowering at the salon-lady to shoot Keith a smug smile, before her expression morphed back to pure agitation and she snapped her gaze back to the salon-lady.
“Almost done, feisty thing," the salon-lady laughed, pecking at one of Aleda's tailtips with a comb while blowdrying it with her free hand. Aleda growled, but for all her bluster, Keith noticed that she wasn't pulling her tails away.
The salon-lady gave one last flourish with the comb, pulling Aleda's tailtip taught with the pressure before relinquishing it entirely.
“Nine!" Aleda groused, trailing off into a relieved sigh as her tails were finally freed. She carefully turned in place, curling her tails around in front of herself, so she could see the tips of all nine. She inspected each in turn, pausing and holding one up to lick down a stray tuft of fur, and holding up another in an accusatory fashion to show a single strand of half-orange fur sticking out the side.
The salon-lady rolled her eyes, and then reached out, plucking the strand of off-colour fur.
Keith flinched backwards, expecting a fiery retort in the most literal sense, but Aleda just glowered, the eight of her un-plucked tails quivering angrily.
“There. All done feisty thing," the salon-lady declared, turning away to start cleaning up the supplies she was using. Without even turning around, she said to Keith: “Your kitsune very demanding. Extra charge for trouble."
Keith nodded in acceptance, before realising she couldn't see him, and answered verbally instead. “Okay, yeah, that seems fine."
The salon-lady typed the charge into her little machine, and then held it out. Keith held up his tablet to the scanner, and hit the 'accept' prompt on the screen so that the charge went through.
“Come again when needed. Dyes hard to stick to fur. Many applications needed."
“I'll keep that in mind," Keith responded, and then motioned to Aleda. “Are you satisfied?"
“Nine!" Aleda admitted after a slight pause, and then posed carefully, curling her tails in that same pose as before, carefully arranging them so that each purple tip was visible in a fan of colour. One of her tailtips had a darker stripe from being licked flat, and she carefully rotated it, so that the darker area was hidden.
Keith laughed, and reached down to tousle her headfur. “Yes, you look very pretty like that."
“Nine!" Aleda purred, looking quite smug.
“Do you girls want anything to eat before we go back to the room? I need to sit down."
“Tales," Aleda said, shaking her head and then tilting her nose down to admire her tailtips.
“'Roc," Fayah responded dismissively, carefully rubbing one of her paws through the fur of the opposite arm, clearly testing how soft it felt.
“Okay, cool," Keith said, slipping his tablet back into his pocket and gesturing for his pokemon to follow him.
Fayah immediately fell into step beside him, and Tammy bounced happily at his feet, her little bell jingling. Aleda, however, lingered behind, pausing in front of the salon-lady and glowering up at her, snorting once in annoyance.
The salon-lady looked up and arched an eyebrow, and Aleda growled at her. Keith glanced back and saw Aleda give a shifty glance left and right, before quickly leaning up and gracing the salon-lady with a pleased lick of black tongue right across her cheek.
“Go on, get lost feisty thing!" the salon-lady scolded, lifting a palm to ruffle Aleda's headfur, and Aleda glowered at her again before dropping down and stalking away to follow Keith.
“So what's the plan?"
Keith looked up at Alice from over his fried rice, absentmindedly stirring it with a chopstick emblazoned with a blaziken.
They were all sitting at an outdoor table in the ground-level of Mauville city; the only place he could even find to accomodate all of them.
Keith; Fayah, sitting up against a tree and idly eating a dried berry salad from a bowl; Aleda, eating a berry mix so spicy that the smell made Keith's eyes water; Tammy, eating a smooth berry blend by dunking her entire muzzle in a bowl and slurping it out; Alice, leaning back against Atlas's shoulder and idly feeding him leftovers of her sushi; Lucia, sitting cross-legged at the end of the table and eating simple individual berries; and with April and Flashpoint at the far other end of the table; Flashpoint eating something that looked like grass, April pecking at a berry-slice lasagna.
“Well," Keith reasoned, peering over at Alice. “Fiona wants me to go up north, to uh…" Keith trailed off, and then picked up his tablet from beside his bowl, to bring up a map.
“Fallarbor town?" April offered.
“Yeah, there," Keith said, setting his tablet back down. “Fiona wants me to head up there and get hold of a fossil."
“Odd," Alice commented.
Keith nodded. “Yeah it's…" he trailed off, looking around to make sure nobody was nearby. “Mostly just to see if anyone is following us."
“So we're setting off today? Tomorrow?" Alice queried.
Keith shrugged. “I mean, whenever, really. I kinda… want to visit that other place. The city up by the volcano," he said, pointing with his chin to the mountain looming large over the landscape.
“Lavaridge," April corrected.
Keith nodded. “They got hot springs up there. I can shove the egg in there for a while and see if it helps."
Alice clucked her tongue. “You know you could do that literally anywhere with a big pot and a fire, right?"
Keith shrugged and then gave a sheepish laugh. “Yeah but hot springs. I feel like I need a relaxation day or two. Two pidgeys with one pokeball, you know."
“So," April began. “Ya feelin' all stove up so ya fixing to climb a mountain so ya can relax?"
Keith groaned. “There's lifts, aren't there?"
April made a non-committal noise. “Sho nuff, but they amount to all the good of a trapdoor in a canoe if yer looking to avoid walking uphill. They only go to the summit, not to the city."
Keith gave another groan. “So another day of me walking along while you two ride your pokemon?"
“Yer mama didn't raise no fool," April responded cheerfully.
Keith stared at her.
“Well," Alice started, “Why don't we set off tomorrow morning? It'll give you a chance to gather up some energy."
“I go to bed with the torchics, so any time y'all wanna set out I'm good with," April remarked.
“You're coming with us?" Keith asked blankly.
April stared at him for a long moment. “Ya think I'm traipsing 'round after y'all for no good reason?"
“Did… Fiona ask you to follow us?"
“Just fer a lil' bit," April assured him with a smile. “Figured another set of eyes couldn't hurt, since I know what to look for."
“Oh, neat," Keith responded, glancing back up at the mountain again. “So we'll meet here tomorrow morning and head out, then?"
“Darn tootin'" April responded.
“Fine with me," Alice responded, casting Atlas a significant glance. Lucia rolled her eyes and heaved a sigh, thudding her chin on the edge of the table in exasperation.
“Lu caaar," Lucia groused, her tail giving an agitated flick.
Keith arched an eyebrow.
Alice giggled. “Lucia is just grumpy because I have a…" she paused, glancing at Atlas again. “A… boytoy?"
“Arc!" Atlas agreed, looking very pleased with himself.
“Lu-car-rio!" Lucia responded waspishly, narrowing eyes at her trainer.
April laughed. “Sounds ta' me that she's more annoyed at yer caterwauling at all hours."
Alice glanced back at Atlas and her cheeks flushed the faintest pink.
Keith gave the lucario a long look, and then hummed thoughtfully. “Do you want to stay with us tonight, Lucia?"
“Car-rio!" Lucia responded immediately, quickly rising up and crawling over the table to seat herself next to Keith. Tammy made a loud complaint at having her bowl upset, and she held it carefully with her forepaws so that Lucia wouldn't knock it onto the floor.
“Fine, have it your way!" Alice accused, narrowing eyes at her pokemon and then giving a dismissively flick of her hair.
“Lu-car!" Lucia smiled, wrapping her paws around Keith's middle possessively, as though daring Alice to try and take her away.
Keith gave a sigh of relief as he pushed the door closed behind him, and the conditioned air of the hotel room finally met him properly. Nice and refreshingly cold; the best possible temperature for climbing under blankets with fuzzy pokemon.
Aleda was already prowling over towards the spare bed, Fayah had taken up residence in her corner of the room, Tammy was prancing towards Aleda's tails with a happy jingle of her bell, and Lucia was standing awkwardly behind Keith, casting a glance from the spare bed to the main bed and then back again. There was just not enough space for her to sleep on that bed once Aleda laid out on it and spread out her many voluminous tails.
“C'mon, you can sleep in the bed with me," Keith said, beckoning for Lucia to follow him as he crawled up onto the bed and then sprawled out.
Lucia hesitantly took a step forwards, casting a wary glance at Fayah looming large in the corner before she carefully crawled up onto the bed with Keith, awkwardly kneeling at the edge of it.
“C'mon," Keith chided, lifting up the blanket. Lucia stared at him, her ears flattening back, before she gave a resigned 'cario' and crawled in under the blankets. Her sleek form twisted carefully, inserting herself down into the blanket alongside him, and then laying there in a way that reminded Keith forcibly of the first times Fayah had shared his bed.
“Relaaax," Keith soothed, hooking an arm around her lightly. Lucia tensed for a moment, and then grumbled, before nodding her acceptance. “I invited you here to sleep, not to fuck you," Keith chided.
“C… cario?" Lucia asked blankly.
Keith nodded. “I don't bed every single pokemon that sleeps in the bed with me. Most of the time. Just relax," he said, pulling a pillow from behind himself and then wiggling it down behind Lucia's head.
Lucia stared up at him for a moment, before tilting her head back to stare at the television, watching a cooking show that was on-screen. Her shoulders eventually relaxed properly, and she shuffled in slightly closer, pressing her lithe form against his own and resting her cheek on his chest so she could watch the screen.
“Gooood," Keith soothed, lifting a palm to rub between her ears, making them flatten back. “See? We can just rest here without me trying to get in your… shorts."
Red eyes stared down at Keith with unguarded hunger as sleek hips bounced in his lap, the lucario's soft gasps just barely audible over the credits of the cooking show.
Lucia had his wrists pinned above his head, her shorts discarded and blankets bundled around her hips as she bounced eagerly atop him, her tail swishing back and forth under the covers while soft, supple lucario flesh clenched around him in a warm, slippery grasp.
“C-cario!" Lucia breathed, cramming down atop him so that every last inch of his throbbing cock was buried inside her, letting him feel her grasping, pulsating walls squeezing around him in eager rhythm, deliberately rolling her hips to make him gasp before eagerly going back to her bouncing, rocking both of their bodies up and down on the bed.
“F-fuck… Lucia! Slow down!" Keith hissed between clenched teeth, his toes grasping at the blankets and hips trying to rise up against the lucario; but she was bouncing on him so eagerly that her stronger, smaller form just slammed his hips back down against the bed each time.
Lucia's eyes narrowing hungrily, and she just bore down on him all-the-more eagerly, her slim hips sinking all the way down into his lap. With her knees on either side of his hips, there was a certain physical limit to how far she could get down on him, and with a growl, she relinquished her hold on his wrist so she could lean back, her paws on either side of his legs as she lifted her knees up, letting her angle her hips back. With her own thighs no longer restricting her, Lucia immediately pressed downwards with all of her weight, giving voice to eager growls of delight as inch after inch of stiff human cock disappeared inside her, all the way to the very base!
The lucario's silken, wet warmth grasped around every inch of Keith's cock, and his freed hands immediately grasped at her hips, groaning in delight as Lucia finally took in that last inch-and-a-half she couldn't take in the previous position, hilting him balls-deep in her clenching cunt! Keith's hands grasped at her sleek hips helplessly, and he rocked up against her the tiny amount he could, feeling her wet lips clenching around his very base even as the very limit of her squeezing lucario cunt kissed lewdly against the top of his straining cock in a way that Keith now knew was no accident.
“Lu car!" Lucia hissed, dragging herself up a few inches only to shove herself back down, making his hips bounce on the bed. The light next to the bed gave him a shadowed view of Lucia's perfect cunt squeezing around his stiff cock, especially when she leaned back, and he drank in the sight.
“L-Lucia, f-fuck," Keith stammered a warning, biting his tongue and grasping her hips tighter. “I'm gonna… Gonna… fuck, cumming!"
“Cario!" Lucia growled, red eyes glowing triumphantly as she slammed her hips down on him, her knees squeezing together. The pressure in her clenching cunt increased, soft, slippery flesh squeezing down around him tighter than ever as Lucia deliberately held herself atop him, keeping him buried balls-deep inside her as his cock started to throb and tense.
“F-fuck," Keith gasped, arms trying to wrap around the lucario as sudden eager spurts of human spunk started to splash up inside her. Lucia's tail thudded madly against the bed, and her eyes narrowed in an almost predatory fashion, her hips jerking against him./
Lucia deliberately rolled her hips backwards, and Keith shuddered from clenched toes to the top of his head as her flesh shifted and grasped around him. She spread her thighs with a wicked giggle, and the vice-grip of her flesh relaxed, just enough that she could lift herself up, torturously-slowly, drawing inch after inch of his stiff cock out of her, her tight flesh squeezing around him keeping all of the mess contained… before she slammed her hips back down with a wet impact that sent a splatter of human spunk and lucario juices splashing around his stiff, throbbing, spurting cock!
“O-oh f-fuck!" Keith gasped breathlessly, his arms wrapping around the lucario again, trying to keep her from bouncing, his hips trying to press up against her own in urgent motions. “S-stop fucking m-moving!"
“Lu-car!" Lucia smirked, acquiescing to him, carefully folding her hips down upon his own, burying his spurting cock balls-deep inside her again… but deliberately rolling her hips atop him, working him back and forth with her gentle motions.
“A-ah f-fuck…" Keith groaned, straining up against her as he finally finished pumping every last eager spurt of human spunk he could manage into her clenching depths, his hips finally relaxing as he sank back onto the bed.
“Lu… car!" Lucia panted down at him, leaning forwards again, her paws on his chest as she carefully settled back into her straddled position.The shifting of her flesh around him made him gasp and shudder, and her grin widened, her hips giving a playful bounce on his own, just a half-inch or so.
“Nnng… fuck…" Keith groaned, grasping at her hips and then her sides, his palms following her ams to instead grasp at her paws distractedly.
“Lu… car…rio!" Lucia mused, grinning down at him as she carefully lifted herself up on Keith's stiff cock, pausing right at the top of it, with just the head of his cock still held tight by her grasping cunt. Streaks of cum were visible on his cock, mixed with her own moisture, and with a sly grin, Lucia arched up until his cock popped free of her, splattering wetly down onto his own belly.
“Luuu," she purred, deliberately drawing his attention to the mound of her used cunt, where a slow dribble of human spunk was pouring out of her.
Keith stared at her, and then groaned and laid his head back. “Nnng… I hope you're satisfied."
“Rio!" Lucia chirped, smirking down at him, one of her paws idly tracing his chest, before she carefully pulled herself up and then flopped down on the bed next to him, grinning at him impishly.
A low groan left Keith as he rolled over slightly to lay an arm over the smaller form of the lucario, very aware of the sticky mess covering his crotch. “We need to get up and clean off," Keith said unconvincingly, not even bothering to reach down and pull the blankets back up.
“Lu," Lucia murmured, cuddling in against his side with a warm little rumble, her tail slowly curling around to rest against his thigh.
“So…" Keith started, pulling the slim form of the lucario a little more firmly against his side.
Lucia perked her ears up curiously.
Keith hummed faintly, giving a slightly nervous laugh and squeezing her middle a little tighter. “Don't hit me if I'm out of line."
Lucia stared at him, head tilting to the side.
“Just wondering if I can… uh… cum in your mouth sometime," Keith managed to say. Lucia's eyes widened, and as her ears flattened back, Keith gave another nervous laugh. “I dunno if that's something you're… in to."
“C-cario…" Lucia stammered, her tail giving an anxious twitch against his leg.
“You've seen my films… you gotta know I kinda have a thing for muzzles," Keith admitted, resting his cheek right on the lucario's muzzle so that he was talking right into her attentively-perked ear. “I'm not talking about deepthroating and letting me cum right in your open mouth first time or anything like that. But fuck I'd love to just…" Keith cut himself off, clearing his throat with a slightly embarrassed cough. “Sorry, I keep forgetting you're not a porn pokemon."
“L-lu car," Lucia chided him, her ears flattened back fully and her cheeks flushing the tiniest amount.
“You can absolutely say no," Keith reminded her with a firm nod, giving her hip a squeeze with his palm. “We both know I can't physically force you to do anything."
“Lu car!" Lucia agreed, nodding once.
“But I won't try push you into something you're not comfortable with, either," Keith reasoned, nodding to himself. “I mean… there's plenty of pokemon around if I really want something like that," he chuckled, rubbing a palm against the back of his head embarrassedly.
Lucia stared at him for several long moments, her ears slowly flattening back, and she opened her mouth to answer.
The only warning Keith had was the bed groaning and denting under the immense weight of Fayah's form as her paws came to rest on either side of them, her red eyes glowing above the bed in the gloom.
“L-lu c-car!" Lucia stammered, her entire form tensing, and Fayah stared at her for a long moment, before ducking down and dragging a lick of her agile tongue right up Keith's thigh, trailing along his used length towards his belly, lapping at the mess splattered over him.
“Nnng," Keith murmured, reaching a hand down to rest on her mane, trying to sooth Lucia at the same time. “Speaking of willing pokemon," he chuckled, gasping as Fayah carefully dragged her tongue over his used cock.
Lucia stared down at the lycanroc, her tail giving another anxious wiggle, looking to Keith's face, and then back at Fayah, and then back again. “C-cario?"
“It's fine," Keith murmured, toes clenching as Fayah lifted his cock with her tongue and then pressed her muzzle down over him, slowly nursing on him to clean him. Red eyes stared up at him, flicking to Lucia and then back again. She seemed to smirk around her mouthful, carefully swirling her tongue against him, before drawing upwards, looming over them both and licking her lips. “Kinda hard to have truly private moments with so many horny pokemon around," he laughed, and Lucia stared at him again, giving a tiny, anxious wiggle against his form.
“C'mon, we gotta get you cleaned up too," Keith said to the lucario, and Lucia nodded.
Fayah had other ideas though.
“Lu-rio," Lucia began, shifting slightly to roll away from him. One of Fayah's paws found her knee, and Lucia paused, blinking up at the lycanroc. “Luca-r-rio!"
Lucia's cry was cut off and then redoubled as Fayah leaned down and without hesitation dragged a lick of her agile tongue right up the side of the lucario's thigh, red eyes narrowing up at her as she traced the line of Keith's spunk that was slowly drooling from her.
“R-rio!" Lucia stammered, both of her paws pressing down on instinct to push against Fayah's mohawk on reflex. Fayah didn't even blink, and her powerful paws grasped at the lucario's legs, pressing one of her knees up and to the side, spreading her, exposing the drooling line of Lucia's used cunt to her gaze.
“L-lu!" Lucia squealed, eyes going as wide as saucers as Fayah leaned in without hesitation, dragging a firm lick of her powerful tongue right up the length of the lucario's drooling cunt, smearing a line of Keith's spunk right up over the black fur of her lower belly, following the line of her tongue.
“C-cario! L-lucario!" Lucia stammered, ears fully flat and tail thudding violently against the bed as Fayah lapped at her harder and deeper, her powerful tongue digging in against the lucario's used cunt and spreading her with the pressure of the licks, dragging out a thick smear of Keith's spunk that Fayah was all-too-happy to lap up over the mound of Lucia's drooled pussy, making an even bigger mess of her.
Lucia's tail started to thud urgently against the bed as Fayah delivered another lick against her, the lycanroc's powerful tongue digging against her used cunt, shamelessly lapping Keith's drooling spunk from her.
Fayah's motions became more deliberate and focused, actually trying to clean the lucario now, her narrow muzzle pressing in tight against Lucia's inner thighs while her powerful paws grasped at her hips, even as the lucario jerked her hips in response to Fayah's eager licks.
“L-lu! Lu!" Lucia squealed, biting her lip and giving a breathy, reflexive moan as Fayah deliberately spread her with her tongue and dragged a powerful lick against her inner flesh, making her entire body quiver.
Keith watched quietly, trying not to disturb the pair, slinking a little further down the bed to get a better view of the 'action'. One of Fayah's ears perked towards him, and she pulled back for a moment, smirking deviously at him with a muzzle dripping with spunk and lucario juice. She arched an eyebrow at him invitingly, moving slightly to the side, away from Keith, giving him space.
Hesitantly, Keith shifted further down the bed to get a proper look, and Fayah's smirk widened for a moment before she turned her gaze back up towards Lucia. The lucario stared down at her, her tail giving an urgent flick back and forth.
“C-cario… lu! L-lu c-c-aaaah!" Lucia's hesitant protests faded off into a squealed moan as Fayah buried her muzzle back between the lucario's thighs, pressing her lips flush with the used lucario pussy and dragging licks against her inner flesh in a powerful rhythm, making Lucia's back arch and her thighs flex against Fayah's paws.
“Ly-can," Fayah smirked, deliberately lifting and spreading the lucario's knees as Keith settled in beside her, giving him a perfect view of Lucia's drenched cunt, dripping with his spunk, her own liquids, and now Fayah's saliva! “Roc," Fayah added, one of her paws sliding in to spread Lucia's juicy cunt, revealing bubblegum-pink insides and a slow upwelling of human spunk, which she immediately leaned forwards and swirled a lick again, making Lucia's paws kick at the air and a helpless gasp leave her.
“Fuck…" Keith whispered to himself, swallowing heavily. He was rock hard again, and couldn't resist taking his cock in one hand and stroking at it, even as he lifted his other hand and lightly laid it on Lucia's lower stomach. “You need to get deeper to get it all," Keith said, his mouth dry, and Lucia arched slightly to stare down at him, her ears perked intently and an actual blush spreading across her muzzle as both human and lycanroc gazed at her utterly-exposed body.
“Let me help," Keith murmured to Fayah, sliding his hand down the lucario's form, until he found the heated mound of her used cunt, fingertips lightly prying at her outer lips. Lucia squirmed slightly, her tail thudding against the bed urgently, her thighs threatening to tighten and close, but Fayah just smirked and pressed down on them a little more firmly, keeping her spread.
Keith's fingers buried inside the slippery lucario cunt, and he slowly rotated his hand, watching Lucia's toned stomach clench and ripple as his two digits sank deeper and deeper inside her.
“L-lu!" Lucia whimpered, lifting a paw and biting down on one of her own paw-spikes, eyes clenching closed and depths fluttering around Keith's fingers as he buried them in her to the knuckle. Keith spared Fayah a glance, before he started to rock his fingers back and forth, working them deep, deep inside the lucario, pumping them in a deep rhythm that had the lucario jerking and quivering and a slick rush of cum and lucario juice pouring out of her.
Fayah was there a moment later, her hungry muzzle pressing in and lapping eagerly around Keith's working digits, her nimble tongue curling around his digits as he pumped them deep inside Lucia's drooling cunt.
Keith drew his fingers out, to show Fayah the sticky mess clinging to them, and the lycanroc immediately leaned forwards and mouthed down over his two fingers, burying them in her muzzle to the knuckle, her little tail flicking back and forth excitedly.
Lucia made an incoherent noise, and Fayah's ears perked up, her head turning slightly towards the lucario and eyes narrowing intently. Lucia caught Fayah's stare, and squeaked softly, her knees automatically drawing together on reflex,but Fayah just turned towards her with a hungry growl, her big paws coming up to press the lucario's thighs back down, spreading her legs so that the big lycanroc could shove her muzzle right back between Lucia's thighs.
Keith extricated himself from the blankets, kicking them downwards awkwardly past the weight of the two pokemon, finally freeing up his legs enough that he could move to knee right next to Fayah, resting a palm on her side. The lycanroc had her muzzle buried between the lucario's thighs, lips flush against her drooling cunt, tongue working in powerful strokes that made Lucia's hips jerk and lift off the bed in rhythm with the grinds of soft tongue against her sensitive flesh.
Keith's hand wandered down slightly, finding Fayah's hip, sliding down and around to her lower stomach, even as his gaze stayed fixed on where her muzzle was abusing the poor lucario. Lucia's legs were wrapped around Fayah's head now, her stomach muscles visibly tensing and quivering as Fayah doggedly ate her out. The lucario's squeals were rising in volume and pitch, and her tail was thudding violently against the bed.
Fayah didn't even glance back with Keith's questing hand, and instead rolled over slightly, keeping her head buried between Lucia's thighs but rolling onto her side, enough that she could lift one knee up invitingly for Keith.
Keith's fingertips grazed against Fayah's perfect cunt, and he found her thoroughly wet, her soft flesh eagerly grasping at his finger the instant he pressed it against her. The big lycanroc was obviously amped up, and with such a clear invitation, there was only one thing Keith could bear to do.
Fayah's form shifted slightly, and her ears perked up as Keith quickly straddled her leg, one of his arms hefting her free leg and lifting it up onto his shoulder, even as he carefully positioned himself and then heaved forwards, grinding into the tight heat of the lycanroc's wet cunt, gasping as he felt her spreading around him. Fayah shuddered, her tail quivering and a faint gasp leaving her as Keith immediately started to pound her, wasting no time in building to an eager, powerful rhythm that had her rocking back and forth on the bed.
Lucia was starting to tense and shudder more intently, her paws visibly clenching at the air above Fayah's head as the lycanroc went back to aggressively lapping at her, her agile tongue grinding against the lucario's thoroughly-slick cunt over and over again, even as a moan of her own was muffled against the soft mound of blue-furred flesh.
Keith was, fittingly enough for fucking a lycanroc, rock hard, feeling her soft, clenching insides squeezing around him as he stuffed himself inside her over and over again, his gaze fixed on where she was eagerly abusing the lucario. All of his cum was long-gone at that point, lapped away and spread around by Fayah's eager tongue, and now Fayah was just aggressively eating out the lucario for her own purposes,making Lucia twitch and arch and gasp every time her tongue dug deeper and deeper inside her.
“Lu! L-lu! Luc!" Lucia stammered, her head tipping back and ears flattening, staring at the ceiling with her legs kicking at the air, her hips lifting from the bed as Fayah's tongue delved even deeper inside her, the lycanroc's nose pressed tight against her little clit. One of Fayah's paws slid down, under Lucia's rump, ensuring that she kept her hips elevated, which just gave the lycanroc easier access to her!
Keith watched with no shortage of interest as Lucia tensed and curled, before crying out to the ceiling, her ears flattening back fully and back arching, footpaws kicking at the air urgently as her stomach rippled and clenched. Her thighs squeezed so tightly around Fayah's head that the lycanroc growled and pressed them back down against the bed, a paw keeping her thighs spread so she could lap repeatedly at the orgasming lucario, eliciting another squeaked cry of delight with each lash of her tongue.
Fayah growled her delight into Lucia's clenching cunt, the lycanroc's big paws helping to hold the thrashing lucario's hips steady, letting her lick with unerring accuracy right against the best spots to make the fighting-type twitch and jerk.
Keith's motions were getting shorter and more urgent, spurred on by watching Fayah so eagerly going down on the orgasming lucario. But after what felt like far too short a time, Lucia's body started to relax, and she went entirely limp, groaning hazily at the ceiling even as Fayah rolled over properly onto her back so she could stare down at Keith, her muzzle glimmering with lucario juices.
Keith leaned further over Fayah, taking the opportunity to help her roll her hips until she was fully on her back, his hands hefting her heavy legs and keeping her nice and spread for him, pounding her clenching cunt the entire time. A slick mess of the lycanroc's liquids were smeared over Keith's cock, all the way to his base, and the delicious mound of Fayah's cunt was smeared with a shiny coating of her own wetness.
Fayah stared down at him, her eyes unfocusing and a gasp leaving her as Keith sank deeper inside her, the now position letting him cram every last inch inside her until his balls bumped against her rump, feeling her tight, slick channel squeezing around every last inch of him.
Lucia was already recovering, sitting up slowly and giving an incoherent noise, her tail giving an uncertain twitch and thud against the bed as her gaze travelled over the lycanroc getting fucked in front of her.
Keith spared the lucario a glance, but didn't even slow in his motions, pounding tight lycanroc pussy with powerful, eager shoves of his hips. Fayah's gaze had fully unfocused, and she seemed to be staring right through Keith, muzzle parting in eager groans as he fucked her.
Lucia looked back and forth between them both as she carefully sat up fully, her tail giving a slow, anxious thud against the bed, her ears flattening back as she glanced down at where Keith's cock was burying deep inside the lycanroc, before she quickly looked away, her tail thudding harder.
“A-ah fuck…" Keith hissed, and then reached up, relinquishing his hold on one of Fayah's legs to instead tug the lucario down closer. Lucia could have easily stopped him with the merest amount of resistance, but willingly allowed herself to be tugged into position, falling across the lycanroc until her chin thudded on Fayah's lower belly, scant inches from where Keith's stiff cock was spreading the lycanroc.
“Just… mnf… have a good look if you wanna see!" Keith chided in between eager thrusts, staring down at the lucario.
Lucia stared up at him, her ears flattening and tail giving an urgent twitch, even as she tilted her muzzle down so she could see where he was buried inside Fayah. Her eyes slowly widened, and her tail started to twitch harder and faster.
Keith stared down the lucario, a distracted smirk growing across his features as he started to pound the lycanroc again, quickly building to a rapid pace that had her hips jerking and her little tail thudding urgently against the bed. Her legs were surprisingly heavy, and gave Keith more than enough leverage with his grasp to stuff himself inside her to the hilt with each of his eager humps. Lucia was staring, entranced, at where Keith's stiff cock was burying inside the lycanroc over and over again, her eyes following the base of his cock as it receded and then crammed itself right up against Fayah's crotch, over and over again.
One of Lucia's paws had crept up, and was resting right on Fayah's lower belly, just above where Keith was stuffed inside her, the lucario's digits splayed slightly and her ears perking up attentively, evidently feeling Fayah's body shifting under her digits every time Keith stuffed himself inside her.
“Mnf fuck… she's gonna cum," Keith panted down at the lucario, and Lucia's ears perked up up at him, her gaze wrenching away from Fayah's spread cunt to meet his own for a moment, before fixating back downwards again, her cheeks visibly warming. “I can feel her squeezing around me," Keith panted, staring down at Lucia. “Can you?"
“C-cario..." Lucia stammered, her ears flattening back and paw carefully shifting, tracing the contours of Fayah's lower stomach, her tail starting to thud slowly against the bed as she focused on one particular part of the lycanroc's body. Her ears perked up, and her cheeks flushed even further, before she glanced up at Keith and gave a hesitant nod and a confirming 'l-lu!'.
“Help me make her cum," Keith panted, even as he hefted Fayah's hips, shifting his weight to try and lift those heavy haunches up off the bed. Fayah acceded to his request, one of her knees coming up over her own chest, the paw in the air clenching on nothing as Keith continued to pound her. The new angle of her hips gave Lucia an even better view of Keith's stiff cock burying inside the lycanroc right in front of her, and her eyes widened, her cheeks slowly darkening.
Lucia's gaze flicked from Keith, down to Fayah's spread cunt, and then back again, her tail giving urgent little spasms. Her ears flattened back fully, and she stared up at Keith for several long moments, before blushing even harder and carefully reaching her paw forwards, giving a delicate, hesitant little rub of her pawdigits right against Fayah's clit.
An almost feral snarl left the big lycanroc, and Lucia flinched back, her tail thudding anxiously against the mattress, before she lifted her paw again and continued to rub at the lycanroc.
Fayah's eager snarl grew in volume, and this time, Lucia had the fortitude to keep rubbing, grinding soft little slippery circular motions right at the apex of fayah's clenching cunt, even as Keith continued to pound her.
“Yes - fuck - that's it!" Keith gasped breathlessly, stuffing his straining cock balls-deep in Fayah's squeezing pussy as the big lycanroc jerked and arched heavily. That feral snarl rose in volume once more, and her squeezing cunt grasped around Keith's cock, feeling like she was trying to wring the cum out of it like trying to get the last defiant drop of toothpaste out of a tube.
Lucia stared, her breathing noticeably faster and heavier than normal, watching Fayah's hips jerk right in front of her nose, even as Keith shuddered and jerked against her, gritting his teeth at how tightly the rock-type was clenching around him. Even the slick rush of Fayah's juices wasn't enough to let him overcome her tightness, forced to hold there, balls-deep inside her as she clenched and coaxed and grasped around him over and over again.
“F-fuck!" Keith gasped as Fayah's slippery depths finally relinquished their death-grasp on his straining cock, letting the heavy length pop free of her drooling cunt and bounce up to almost smack Lucia right on the nose. A spray of Fayah's liquid was transferred from Keith's cock, splattering in small pinpricks right over her cheeks and muzzle.
Automatically, Lucia licked her lips, her soft punk tongue darting out over them and then drawing back into her mouth as she gave a tiny moan. There was a pause of several long moments, before she seemed to realise what she was doing, and her blush redoubled, her ears flattening back and tail beating an urgent tattoo against the bed.
Keith stared down at the lucario, feeling his heart pounding in his ears. One of his palms found the back of her head, right between her ears, keeping her from flinching backwards as he deliberately ground his hips forwards, pressing that stiff, dripping cock right against her muzzle. “Fuck… if you like the taste there's plenty more right here."
Lucia stared up at him, red eyes managing to hold his gaze for only an instant before she looked away, giving a long, breathy whine. The lucario's muzzle turned away, her ears flattening back fully, and she quivered there for a long moment, chewing her lip anxiously, before suddenly turning back and giving Keith's achingly-stiff cock a kiss.
A second kiss quickly followed the first, and then a third, and then a quick swirl of her tongue against his moist tip, her gaze carefully downcast so she couldn't see the intense stare Keith was giving her. With a helpless whine, she pressed forwards, her ears flattening again as she opened her muzzle and pressed down over his rigid cock, burying stiff, eager inches in her muzzle and coating her tongue in the taste of lycanroc!
“Oh fuck yes," Keith hissed, resting a palm right between the lucario's ears. Lucia's ears perked up for a moment at the touch, and then flattened again, and she whined softly, pressing her muzzle further down him until his tip was almost bumping the back of her throat, two-thirds of stiff human cock stuffed in her muzzle as she started to nurse on him.
Keith shuddered, his hips giving a helpless grind towards Lucia's suckling, and she turned her head slightly in response, just increasing the suction, before she drew back a few inches and then sank back down over him again, holding him deep in her muzzle to nurse on him.
He could feel his orgasm threatening to overwhelm him, and it was so hard to resist just humping into her muzzle until he came, feeling the throbbing in his cock growing more insistent with each lewd suckle the lucario made around him.
“"Yes… that's it… just a little bit more…" Keith hissed between clenched teeth, slowly rocking his hips against Lucia's muzzle.
She wasn't bobbing her head or bouncing or anything like that, just holding him in her perfect muzzle and nursing on him, keeping him right on the precipice of blowing his load. She wasn't doing it deliberately; she was eagerly nursing on him, suckling all that sticky taste off his cock and replacing it with her saliva, but she was just shy of the stimulation needed to make him finish!
Keith grit his teeth, resisting the urge to hump, the hand between her ears tightening as he shuddered, toes digging into the bed. Just one or two rough shoves would be all it took to cum in the lucario's fucking mouth but feeling her suckle Fayah's juices off his stiff cock was too good not to prolong.
Lucia drew back for a moment, and feathered his tip with a flurry of her tongue, before sinking back down over him, and it was all over.
Lucia's eyes widened as the first urgent burst of Keith's spunk splashed over the back of her tongue, her ears perking up hard and tail thudding against the bed as she strained to swallow the surprising thick burst of human cum, only to be surprised by the second and third burst, splashing her tongue and the roof of her mouth!
A protesting noise left the lucario, and she stared up at him with wide eyes as he poured his load right into her muzzle, splashing eager burst of it right over the back of her tongue and rapidly filling all the available space in her mouth. Straining swallows tried to match the rhythm of his spurts, but she couldn't pick the rhythm, gagging for a split-second and ending up with a thick rush of Keith's spunk starting to pour from the sides of her muzzle, drooling down her chin and muzzle.
Keith shuddered, and gave an eager hump right into her muzzle, and Lucia whined in equal delight and dismay, feeling the mess of his spunk drooling from out of her mouth before she even had a chance to collect herself and swallow it, leaving messy strings of it slowly snaking down her jaws, meeting under her chin and starting to drip. The tip of his cock was still drooling and spurting fitfully, brushing against the roof of her mouth, and she shuddered from nose to tailtip at the sensation, struggling to swallow with her mouth full of human cock.
Mercifully, Keith pulled back, sliding his dripping cock out of her muzzle, and Lucia panted hard, trying to catch her breath and swallow what remained of his spunk in her mouth, but it was already covering her lips, coating every last inch of her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She stared up at him, blinking slowly, her muzzle a mess of both Keith's spunk and shimmers of Fayah's clear liquids.
“O-oh fuck, we need to get you cleaned up," Keith said with a shaky, pleased laugh, and Lucia's cheeks flushed once more.
“What did you do to her?" Alice asked quietly, staring sideways at Keith.
Keith groaned faintly, too winded to answer quickly, giving Alice an infuriated stare.
Alice was on Atlas' back, sprawled across his form like he was a big walking bed, her head resting comfortably in his mane as he ambled up the mountain path towards
Lucia was ahead of the group, carrying Alice's bags as usual, giving a wide berth to Keith and Fayah in particular.
“Did they get into a fight?" Alice asked when Keith failed to answer promptly.
Keith slowed his plodding steps, hefting his backpack a little higher, taking a moment to gather his breath before answering. “No, not a fight, exactly."
“Oh? Was Lucia skeeved out by Fayah staring from her corner?"
Keith gave a breathless laugh. “She is kinda off-putting like that," he admitted, and received a stare from the lycanroc loping along on Alice's other side. “So Lucia might just not be sure where to stand with her right now."
“Why are you being so vague?" Alice asked, lifting her head from Atlas' mane to stare at him.
Keith arched an eyebrow. “Do you want all the details? I can give you all the details," he pointed out. “See, first, I 'accidentally' spilled some moo-moo milk on my pants, so of course, she had to take them off, with her teeth-"
“Quite enough thank you!" Alice interjected loudly, scowling at him. “I was just worried that she got into another fight with Fayah, especially since when I woke up this morning there was an official-looking piece of paper on the front desk I snagged a peak at that said 'noise complaint' and had your room number written on it."
Keith stared at her, and then gave a short, slightly-anxious laugh. “Yeah we did get a little bit loud. I guess the walls are a little thin? Wouldn't you be racking up your own noise complaints?"
Alice shrugged. “I don't do much with Atlas. Just lay on him like a big fuzzy rug all night. Completely above-board."
Keith gave her a long, dubious stare, and even Atlas paused to look up at the human on his back, giving a disbelieving 'nine-arc'.
“Our side of the hotel was about as rowdy as a Mr Mime concert," April said wisely from behind them. Flashpoint looked very upset to be walking at such a slow pace, and was weaving back and forth across the path so he had more ground to cover.
Keith stared back at her for several seconds.
“Y'all think yer were being quiet," April said, looking directly at Alice. “But y'all kept me an' Flashpoint awake to all hours. Sounded like a hitmonchan trying to go twelve rounds with a goodra."
It was Alice's turn to stare at April, before turning away, carefully looking forwards, her cheeks visibly darkened.
It was near dark when they finally crested a rise in the path and saw Lavaridge sprawled out before them. It was a very green city, built up against the side of the volcano, with a forest surrounding it as far as the eye could see.
“This is… not what I expected," Keith managed, pausing to catch his breath.
“You were expecting lava?" Alice asked with a laugh.
“Actually, yes," Keith responded, groaning and setting his backpack down for a moment.
“Well there's lava-baths higher up the mountain," April offered, nodding towards the peak.
“Arceus no," Keith groaned.
“There's a lift," April added with a chuckle.
“Ugh I just want to get to the hotel, please," Keith groaned, hefting his bag again and staring down the path towards the city.
Lavaridge was a tightly-packed city; with a central business district right next to the tourist areas, and residential homes carving out their niches in the forests and slopes.
“Where… are we staying?" Keith asked blankly, looking up at the different buildings. None of them were marked in any way that he recognized.
“Over yonder," April offered, pointing off to the west, towards a selection of low buildings.
“Aren't those the hot springs?" Keith squinted.
“And the hotels," April corrected. “Lavaridge aint got much space to work with, hon. It's more packed than a dugtrio with houseguests round these parts, so the zoning rights that exists back when are what ya' get nowadays too."
“I'm going to pretend that made sense," Keith groaned. “How do these hot-springs work?"
“Well depends on what ya need em for, really. If you wanna hit up the bath-houses you can hire a private room for a while. There aint no public hot-springs, just ones operated as a business. Some private ones only locals can use up the mountain. You'd get hunted outta those."
“Come here often?" Keith asked blankly.
“Flashpoint likes a lava-bath every now and again," April responded with a smile. “Keeps his coat shiny."
Keith turned slightly to the side to give Aleda a curious look, and she stared back at him before rebuking him with a firm, flat 'Nine!'
“So how do these private hot springs work?" Keith asked, a brochure spread across the front desk of the hotel that explained absolutely nothing to him.
'Cathy', the receptionist, smiled and inclined her head towards him. “During opening hours, you can rent a hot spring room for either one hour or two. They have varying temperatures, and the hotter rooms require more maintenance and therefore come at a higher charge per hour."
“Can I like… buy out a room for the night?" Keith asked blankly.
Cathy paused. “Are you asking for a hotel room?"
“No, like, the private hot spring. Can I just hire one out overnight?"
Cathy paused again, and then gave him a once-up-and-down. “That would be… quite unusual. And very expensive. May I ask why you are requesting the room?"
Keith pondered for a moment, before shrugging. “Well, no harm in telling you, I guess. I wanna cook an egg."
Cathy stared at him. “I don't understand."
“I got a pokemon egg in my backpack. I met with a… specialist recently who told me it was a fire-type inside and I should boil the egg or something and see if that'll wake it up."
“I… see," Cathy said dubiously. “You understand you could boil the egg in a pot?"
Alice giggled behind him, but Keith ignored her.
“Yeah but… also kinda just soaking up some heat for a lot of hours sounds really nice," Keith admitted with a laugh. “I got a lot of fire-types with me and they'd love it too. We walked up from Mauville today."
Cathy took a deep, appraising breath, before typing something on her keyboard. “I will need a security deposit from you that will be returned to you tomorrow, sans hiring fee."
“I think that'll be fine," Keith said with a relieved smile. “Also a room for the night."
“Psst."
Alice paused with her card raised to swipe through the reader, blinking at April, who was leaning up against the wall opposite with her stetson in her hands.
“Oh hi, April, can I help you?"
“Might could I think, actually," April said with a smile, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a flaming-red pokeball.
“Is that…?"
“Darn tootin," April said, smiling and holding it out for Alice.
Alice gave an indecisive noise, very aware of Atlas looming over her shoulder. “Uhhh… what do you…"
“You know what I'm suggestin'," April said with a tiny giggle.
Alice gave a nervous laugh, and turned slightly, giving Atlas a glance. “I dunno if Atlas would…"
Atlas snorted once, and strode past Alice, reaching down to take the pokeball from April, holding it in his jaws as he turned smartly and returned to Alice, smirking down at her wickedly. Alice's cheeks darkened.
“Seems he don't mind much," April said with a laugh. “Y'all got 'til tomorrow. I'm off to the Pampered Ponyta. I'll be back round… ten, tomorrow?"
“That should be… plenty of time," Alice said weakly.
“Here, take these too," April said, reaching into another pocket and producing a packet of long, knobbly red berries. “Spelon berries. Don't look like much, but they're hotter than a thirsty pyroar on a sunny day."
“For Flashpoint?"
“Yeah, he loves em," April said with a smile. “Use em to keep him in line if he starts getting rowdy."
“Okay, thanks," Alice said uncertainly, looking at the berries.
“Just don't let him lick ya' after he ate one. He pretends like he don't know, but if he gets up real close after eating a spelon, he might lick your face. And let me tell you: phew. Makes ya skin burn!"
“Uh, should I really give them to him, then?" Alice asked plaintively.
April shrugged. “I'm sure ya'll be fine. Also," she added, as she started ambling down the hallway. “He's more accustomed to pokeballs than Atlas here so you won't have to drag him around outside his ball all the time. See ya tomorrow!"
“Um, thank you!" Alice said uncertainly, before turning her gaze to Atlas, who was smirking at her around his mouthful of pokeball.
Alice fretted at the edge of the hot-spring, kicking her feet in the water. Atlas was already chest-deep in it, half his fur matted down with the hot water, while Flashpoint, in all his fiery glory, was standing at the other end. His flames hissed and sputtered in the water, but always came back full force when the lapping water caused by Atlas' motions receded.
“Arc!" Atlas said, motioning, again, for her to get in the water.
“Yes yes, I'll get in, I'm just…" she bit her bottom lip, looking over at Flashpoint, and then at the big firedog, who was staring at her. “I'd have to get changed…"
“Arc!" Atlas responded bluntly.
Alice sighed heavily and then nodded to herself. “Okay, fine, I'll be back, then," she said, pulling her feet up out of the water and then ambling over to her bag, picking it up and heading for the door. “Be back soon," she said, checking the contents of her back to make sure her keys were there.
The changing rooms were located at the end of the hall, past all of the doors to the private hot springs. Alice paused in front of one of the doors, listening intently. Lucia, Fayah, and Tammy were inside, enjoying one of the lower-temperature pools, while Keith, Aleda, and the egg were in one of the hotter ones. Alice just wanted to make sure that Lucia and Fayah weren't fighting.
After a few seconds to quell her worries, Alice made her way to the changing rooms. At that hour of night they were deserted, but she still went into one of the private changing cubicles that ringed the area.
Hesitantly, she stripped down, and then pulled two different swimsuits out of her bag. A quick trip to the local clothing-store had netted her both: there was a floral two-piece suit with nice opaque fabric, made of nylon, with bunched fabric that would protect her modesty.
The second swimsuit was a deep, navy blue; almost black. It was a polyester blend, and made of stretchy, clinging fabric that would hug every millimetre of her body and leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. It was even the perfect colour to show off everything without being so dark that shadows would hide everything. It was the kind of swimsuit Alice expected to see in a men's magazine, and absolutely not a style she had ever worn before.
Fretting with the strap on her bag, she picked up the black polyester swimsuit and pulled it on, having to carefully cinch it down around her breasts and hips, frowning and deliberately bouncing up and down to make sure it was all fit right.
Hesitantly, Alice stepped out into the communal area, and then moved over towards the sinks, standing in front of the mirror to inspect herself.
Arceus.
The swimsuit left nothing to the imagination at all. It hugged her so entirely and so completely that she could see the mound of her own pussy clearly outlined by the blue fabric.
Was this really what men liked?
Feeling her face flushing, Alice awkwardly stumbled back to the little cubicle, starting to pull off the suit. Had she really thought she was going to dress up like some beach bimbo just for a pokemon?
Keith carefully checked his pockets on the way out of the hotel room, making sure he had the room swipe-card and the keys for the hot spring rooms before he let the door close. Aleda, Tammy, and Fayah were already lazing in the rooms, but Keith had to return to the hotel room itself to get a drink. He had a travel-mug of watmel-flavoured coffee in his free hand, and walked down the hallway holding it carefully so he wouldn't drop it. It was incredibly hot, and even in a thermos-cup, it was getting uncomfortable to hold.
He paused in the hallway outside the private hot-spring rooms as he saw a figure ahead, dressed in an incredibly revealing bikini.
It was near 1AM, so it could only be Alice, but she was dressed in a black bikini that looked to be painted on, it hugged her form so much. And Keith was momentarily impressed by her musculature. She didn't have distinctive abs, but her stomach was flat and toned in a way that the swimsuit showed off perfectly.
Alice looked up after a moment and caught sight of him, and her eyes widened, her hands automatically trying to cover herself.
“You disgust me," Keith said blankly, looking her once up-and-down.
Alice's face reddened further, and she tried to stammer an excuse. “T-this was all they had at the shop!"
Keith looked her up and down again. “Ah yes, they only had one skimpy blue swimsuit that fits you like a glove."
Alice turned away, mumbling a bad, incoherent excuse under her breath, before turning back to him and huffing softly. “Do you think… Atlas will like it?"
“Atlas would like you in a brown paper bag," Keith remarked.
Alice 'tsk'ed. “That's not helpful."
“You'll be fine," Keith said, shuffling past her, careful not to spill his coffee. “You won't be getting your security deposit back if you make a mess in there."
Alice's face flushed further and she quickly started down the hallway again towards the room she'd rented.
Aleda lifted her head from her paws as the door to the private hot-spring opened.
Keith shuffled inside, holding the hot cup of coffee carefully in one hand, and then closing and locking the door behind him. He stepped carefully over to the edge of the hot spring, peering down into it.
The entire room was built around the hot-spring, with wooden platforms ringing a central pool that was made to mimic real rock formations, though the layout was too ordered to be anything but artificial. The far wall was almost entirely open, but opened straight out onto the mountainside, giving a view all the way down the mountain towards the east. The lights of what could only be Fortree city glimmered in the forest below, but otherwise, they had almost complete privacy; unless someone was hiking around below and the occupants of the room were standing right at the edge of the hot springs.
The egg was resting safely in the hot-spring, on its side, a white shape in the water.
“Soft or hard-boiled?" Keith asked.
“Nine!" Aleda rebuked, giving him a scandalized stare.
Keith laughed, and then his cup of coffee down in front of her, carefully tucking it in between her forelegs. Aleda tilted her head, ears perking up, her nose twitching as she scented the coffee, before tilting her muzzle down towards it.
“I got it for you!" Keith said with a laugh. “Watmel berries, right?"
“Nine!" Aleda agreed, tilting her muzzle down and dragging a lick of her black tongue right around the rim of the cup, making a pleased noise at the taste.
“I made it as hot as I could but the kettle didn't have a 'lava' setting," Keith chuckled.
“Nine," Aleda graciously forgave, slowly swirling her tongue in the liquid, and then tilting it towards her muzzle for a sip.
“I got something else, too," Keith added, reaching into his pocket.
Aleda stared at him suspiciously over her cup of coffee.
“A brush!" Keith declared, pulling out a blue grooming brush.
Aleda tilted her head quizzically, but voiced no complaint when Keith shuffled closer to her, settling himself down slightly behind her. Keith lifted the brush, starting to make slow strokes down Aleda's body, from the back of her neck to her lower-back, brushing the fur out.
“Your fur's so soft," Keith remarked, lightly laying a palm on her shoulder, ruffling up some of her fur, and Aleda smirked smugly at him over her shoulder for a moment, before returning to lapping at her coffee.
Keith smiled, and continued to slowly stroke the brush down the ninetales' fur, starting from her shoulder and working all the way down to the relatively flat expanse of her haunch, stroking all the fur nice and flat, leaving neat lines in the cream fluff.
Aleda stretched slowly, careful not to upset her cup of coffee, humming pleasantly as Keith brushed her. She tilted her head slightly to the side when he neared her neck, allowing him to reach her jaw properly, and he gladly took the opportunity, carefully pulling the brush through the fluff around her jaw and neck, smoothing it out.
A happy little rumble left the fox, and she leaned back against him lazily, ears flattening back comfortably and eyes half-closing, letting him reach her throat properly, and allowing him to draw the brush down over her throat and chest, trailing it through the fur between her forelegs and down over her sleek belly.
Keith shifted, rising up onto his knees, and then made his way around the ninetales, stepping down into the water. It was just shy of painful, incredibly hot on his skin, and it took him several long moments to get accustomed to it. Aleda watched him all the while, arching an eyebrow and licking into her coffee.
Keith moved in front of her, settling up against the side of the hot spring, so that the sprawled fox was directly in front of him, allowing both of his hands to reach her now. One of them snuck up to her muzzle, lightly rubbing around her chin, while his other started to drag the brush across her chest and stomach in long, slow strokes, drawing out the long, soft fur in careful motions.
“Niiine…" Aleda purred, resting her cheek heavily against the rub of his fingertips against her chin and cheek, her hindleg twitching slowly and paw flexing as the brush drew down over her thigh and haunches.
“Can I brush your tails or will you bite me?" Keith asked, arching an eyebrow, pausing with the brush on her haunch.
“Tales," Aleda responded bluntly, her tone and expression inscrutable.
Keith pondered for a moment, but then took the chance, targeting the fox's top-most tail and slowly dragging the length of the brush along it. Aleda stared at him all the while, red eyes narrowed intensely, her gaze flicking to watch the brush being drawn all the way to the purple tip of her elegant tail.
When no bites were forthcoming, Keith followed the same path with the brush again, carefully drawing out towards the very tip of her tail. The brush snagged on a knot momentarily, and Aleda's teeth bared, but she didn't voice any protest, just staring at him like a coiled seviper ready to strike.
Keith lifted his free hand again, lightly petting the ninetales' cheek, and her lips slowly relaxed, though her careful glower remained fixed as the brush moved to her second tail. Again, Keith dragged a slow line of brushing out towards the tip, straightening out her fur and untangling a few small knots along the way.
Eventually, Aleda started to relax again, her gaze remaining suspicious and fixed on him as she lowered her head to continue lapping at her cup of coffee, even as she carefully shuffled her tails to bring the third up to rest atop the rest.
Chuckling, Keith started brushing it as well, slowly drawing the brush down the length of fluff with careful, firm strokes.
Hushed, happy noises left the ninetales, and she adjusted her hindlegs, her hindpaws clenching slowly as she stared back at him. The fourth tail was soon lifted to facilitate his brushing, and then the fifth, and by the sixth, Aleda was almost on her back, having given up on her coffee and instead just sprawling out for Keith to continue brushing her tails.
The seventh and eighth tails were next up, with a single snag in one making her eyes narrow at him again. And then her ninth and last tail lifted up, carefully curling around her hindleg, laying right along her lower belly in such a way that it protected her 'modesty', barring Keith's view between her hindlegs with the purple tip. But once he started brushing…
Keith arched an eyebrow at her, and then laughed. “What? Is a peek my reward for brushing you?" he asked, grasping the tail and pulling it away from her body just enough to start slowly drawing the brush down the length of it, causing the purple tip to slowly twitch.
“Nine!" Aleda hummed innocently, slowly curling her tail. Keith's brushing strokes drew out towards the tip of her tail, and naturally pulled it away from her belly, especially when he reached around to get to the other side of it, giving him a peek at a sliver of ninetales pussy no longer covered up by her tail.
Keith carefully grasped the tail, pulling it away from her body, and Aleda resisted him for a moment, holding her tail in place before relenting, staring at him with narrowed eyes as he drew her tail away from her belly.
A glorious unobstructed view of ninetales' flesh met him; with that soft, rounded mound of vixen cunt with soft, golden-furred outer lips that revealed a sliver of shiny black flesh between.
Keith distractedly drew the brush down Aleda's final tail, clumsily drawing it out to the tip, especially with his gaze fixed elsewhere, and she smirked at him knowingly, casually lowering her muzzle down to the cup of coffee again, giving a nonchalant hum even as she lifted a hindleg to spread herself further for him, giving him an even better view.
“Fuck you're gorgeous," Keith murmured, and Aleda's ears perked up, a smug smirk half-hidden behind the rim of the coffee cup, even as he discarded the brush and grasped her hindlegs, just behind her haunches, helping spread the vixen even further.
Aleda was all-too-willing to comply with the press of his hands, spreading her hindlegs further, causing that deliciously plump mound of ninetales pussy to part a little more, revealing more of that glimmering inner flesh to him. One of his hands shifted, and he pressed down on her inner thigh with a thumb, deliberately applying a gentle pressure until that soft cunt spread for him, revealing that dark channel down to her core.
Onyx flesh was exposed right in front of him; a deliciously-slippery crease of ebony that reluctantly parted to reveal a channel of tight, dark inner flesh under the insistent pressure of his thumb.
“Nine!" Aleda rebuked after several seconds, and Keith realised he was staring, but instead of withdrawing, he slid his thumb further inwards, sliding it in a slow stroke up and down one side of that plump ninetales cunt.
“Niiine…" Aleda added, staring at him as soft flesh deformed under his thumb, letting him feel how soft, slippery, and hot she was. He had somehow forgotten just how hot the fox was; both literally and figuratively; the heat radiating from her moist black flesh was incredible.
Keith's free hand shifted from Aleda's haunch to her belly, giving a slow stroke across the expanse of flat, soft fur there, even as he slid his thumb away from her, instead lifting his index and middle fingers to lightly pry at the vixen's soft entrance, grinding against her until she parted enough for him to spread her around the tips of his fingers.
Aleda arched slightly, her tails fanning out and fluttering, and the roiling heat in her body intensified, the tight depths threatening to stop his digits from burying inside her coating them in her slippery liquids, just shy of burning him with the sheer heat.
“Fuck you're hot," Keith breathed, and Aleda smirked at him, licking her lips innocently. She was holding her hindleg up, facilitating his exploration of her, and he took that as tacit approval, wasting no time in sinking his fingers deeper inside the fox, spreading her around his digits and feeling her immense heat consume them.
Aleda's body heated the deeper he went, and by the time his knuckles bumped against her inner thighs, the level of heat around his fingertips was almost intolerable. He could feel the blood throbbing at the end of his fingers, and the temperature seemed to match the pulse of his heart, growing hotter and then backing off. His hand would have started sweating if it wasn't already coated in Aleda's slick juices.
“Niiiine…" Aleda moaned, purple tailtips curling and fluttering slowly, her lifted hindpaw flexing at the air.
Keith slid his hand back, feeling soft, supple vixen flesh squeezing around his digits, clenching around him, reluctant for him to withdraw; only for him to immediately reverse direction and sink them back inside her, feeling the squeezing flesh parting eagerly for his fingertips.
Aleda's tails jerked, curling at the tips again, and her hindleg jerked in the air when his fingers buried in her to the knuckle once more. Keith grinned at her, smoothing down the fur of her belly even as he started a slow rhythm of sawing his two fingers in and out of her drooling, heated cunt.
Aleda's hips were slowly shifting, her tails curling and rustling as they moved, her breathing coming in short little huffs before evening out again, while those slick inner walls grasped around him all the while.
The vixen's body was growing hotter, and Keith could feel the sweltering heat increasing around his digits, especially when his fingertips pressed deep, deep inside her. His free hand slid over her belly, ruffling her fur with his palm, until his thumb could find the apex of that squeezing ebony cunt, starting to deliberately rub the pad of his thumb against her in firm grinds even as he started to aggressively pump his two fingers inside her.
Aleda arched up again, biting off a shuddering moan, her ears flattening back and tails curling around his arm, hips slowly jerking and her squeezing cunt increasing in temperature once more. But it didn't falter Keith for even an instant, his gaze trailing down to watch soft black flesh part around his fingers, leaving him slippery with her fluid as he rocked them eagerly back and forth.
Keith's rhythm intensified, and Aleda curled, her entire form starting to tense, red eyes opening to narrow down at him, her teeth baring and tails constricting around his arm on reflex, her entire form starting to tense harder. His thumb worked at her clit harder and faster, and the rhythm of his finger's thrusts deep inside her rose to their most rapid pace, causing slick rivulets of raw ninetales' lust to snake down out of her clenching cunt, completely coating his digits all the way to the knuckle.
“Nine!" Aleda snarled, her tone almost feral, hindlegs kicking and clenching at the air, and Keith grinned as he leaned in, deliberately pressing in close and kissing her.
Aleda's eyes widened for a moment, and she gave a choked exclamation, her tails thudding against the stone floor. Keith's hand slipped away from her belly, instead supporting her neck, and he hummed happily as he caught her onyx tongue with his feeble human one, giving the ninetales a lewd kiss even as he continued to finger her.
Aleda's entire form was tensing and jerking, and she quivered, her ears flattening back fully. Her exhalations grew in temperature, until it felt like Keith had his mouth over the spout of a boiling kettle. There was so much raw heat that he could feel condensation forming on his lips and cheek where Aleda was panting against him, the vixen almost hungrily kissing him in return, even as her hindlegs started to twitch and curl in imminent warning.
Keith's thumb awkwardly curled around to rub at her clit as he fingered her again, trying his best to stimulate her both ways with the hand not helping support her head. The vixen's body started to tense and twist, and she panted heatedly into his mouth, clenching and squeezing down around his digits in earnest, her internal temperature spiking.
Keith bared his teeth as waves of heat washed over his hand, Aleda's slippery depths clenching and squeezing around him in fitful rhythm, her internal temperature at such a roiling heat that it made his fingers hurt. Aleda was growling into the kiss, shuddering and quivering against his touch, hips rolling and jerking even as slick rivulets of boiling ninetales juices drooled down to wet her tailbases.
Aleda yipped into his mouth as he gave her another powerful plunge of his fingers deep inside her, and she clenched around him in earnest, squeezing him so tightly that he could feel his own heartbeat in his fingers. After several more seconds of making the orgasming ninetales thrash, Keith relented, slowly drawing his fingers out of her, feeling her slick ebony flesh grasping around him urgently, clinging to his fingertips as he withdrew them.
Keith slid his hand over to her haunch, lightly pressing a palm against her inner thigh, deliberately spreading her, glancing down her form so he could see that spread vixen cunt clenching down on nothing, her slick onyx flesh on full display.
“Niiine…" Aleda complained breathlessly, one of her tails lifting to cover herself again, but Keith batted it away with a laugh.
“This is my reward, remember?" Keith hummed, leaning in to give the end of her muzzle a kiss again.
Aleda rolled her eyes, but acquiesced, spreading her hindlegs again, deliberately leaving herself exposed to him, her red eyes narrowing intently as she caught his gaze trailing down her form once more.
Keith stared at her, licking his lips, his hands slipping away from her. Aleda watched him intently, her ears perking up as he quickly undid the front of his pants and shuffled them down, kicking them away to let them float in the hot water, leaving himself naked from the waist-down. She arched an eyebrow at him, as though she had no idea what he was doing, but made no move to cover herself up, even when Keith heaved himself up out of the water and straddled the wide expanse of her many tails.
Warm palms found Aleda's sides, and he carefully rolled her further over onto her back, shuffling in against her until the stiff length of his rock-hard cock could rest right along her inner thighs. Soft, fluffy ninetales fur brushed against him from all sides, and he gave a slow grind of hips against her, feeling the wet heat of her drooling cunt brushing against the underside of his cock.
“Niiine?" Aleda purred, carefully arranging her hindlegs, her forepaws drawing up against her chest in an faux-innocent pose, red eyes gazing at him.
Keith deliberately gave a grind of his hips against her, slowly working his achingly-stiff cock against the wet line of furnace-heat that marked her drenched cunt.
“Fuck you're wet," Keith laughed, and Aleda's eyes narrowed at him.
“Nine!" she protested, her tails giving an angry curl at the tips, her teeth baring.
Aleda's muzzle parted in a reflexive gasp and yip as Keith pressed down to push his tip right against her heated onyx cunt and then immediately ground forwards, spreading her around the first eager inch of stiff human cock!
Keith stared down at her, eyes narrowing intently, grinding forwards, his own teeth baring as he felt her spreading wider and wider, her natural tightness and the eager clench of internal muscles around him forcing him to press down to sink inside her. He finally felt soft, burning-hot outer lips part around him, and the head of his cock get consumed by the roiling heat of her drooling cunt, making his toes curl as he tried to adjust to the temperature extremes.
“Fuck," Keith repeated, grasping her a little together with his palms, trying to adjust her body to a better angle. For all her protesting, Aleda moved willingly, supporting herself with her tails, angling her hips up a little higher, even as she glowered at him. With a smirk, Keith leaned down, almost bumping his nose against her own. “You've wanted this as much as I have, haven't you?"
“N-nine!" Aleda protested, her red gaze wavering, showing her first falter, before quickly glowering at him again. Her expression was short-lived, as Keith gave a grind of hips forwards against her, sinking another fat inch of eager human cock inside her.
“N-nine!" Aleda panted, faltering for an entirely different reason now, her tails arching and curling up between his legs. He felt the purple tips brushing against his lower back, mostly dry but with several of them wet from where they'd been dangling in the water. But most of all, he felt the wet heat of her burning cunt squeezing around the first few inches of his cock, so incredibly warm that he was already starting to sweat.
Keith leaned in to plant a little kiss on her nose, and she huffed faintly at him, grumbling and giving his cheek a lick as he leaned back, sitting up straighter. His palms grasped at her haunches, helping angle the vixen to a more accommodating angle, her hindpaws clenching at the air in front of his shoulders as he ground his hips forwards and sank even further inside her!
Aleda's head tipped back, and she groaned at the open wall, her forepaws slowly grasping at her own chest, tails curling and quivering as Keith deliberately sank forwards with deliberate pressure, forcing tight, squeezing ninetales cunt to spread around him.
After several long moments of trying to get balls-deep in the ninetales, Keith felt himself hit her temporary limit; he was so deep inside her that only the last couple inches of his throbbing cock were visible, lewdly spreading her ebony flesh, with the burning heat of her depths clenching around his tip in a molten grasp of silken flesh. Every time he tried to sink deeper, he was met with pointed resistance, her body squeezing and grasping around him so urgently that he couldn't quite pry her open to get any deeper.
Keith slipped a hand under her hips, palm-up, helping angle the ninetales' body for him as he got his knees under himself. The hard, rough rock of the walkway dug into his knees, but he barely even noticed, far more interested in tight ninetales pussy clenching around his stiff cock. He adjusted his stance, drawing back a few inches and then grinding forwards again, stuffing himself inside her as deep as he could get, the eager grind of his hips earning him another few millimeters of squeezing, broiling ninetales' cunt clenching around his cock.
Aleda's hindlegs were in the way, and Keith hunched down over her as he snaked a hand down, trying to get her to move them, but she was already shifting, spreading her hindlegs further, her forepaws coming up to grasp around his middle and help her balance, her tails fanning further to keep her steady.
With a triumphant growl, Keith heaved forwards again, giving a trio of eager, rough shoves into the vixen, feeling her protesting, clenching inner walls reluctantly spread for his rock-hard tip, until he finally felt his tip bump against that barrier deep inside her and her burning-hot outer lips clench urgently around his very base.
“Fuck…" Keith groaned, having to lift a hand to rest next to her so he didn't just fall over top of her, chest heaving and hips stirring against her in slow motions as he started down at her.
Aleda stared up at him, likewise panting, her tails slowly curling, one of her forepaws trailing down to rest right on his chest. “Nine! Tales!"
“Yes ma'am," Keith grinned, staring down at her as he drew his hips back and then shoved forwards again, drawing several eager inches of rock-hard human cock out of her clenching onyx depths only to shove them right back in again until he felt her squeezing outer lips grasping around his very base once more.
Aleda's head tipped back again, and she yipped in delight, her claws lightly scratching at his t-shirt, only for Keith to draw back and give another eager thrust deep inside her! The vixen's tails arched and fluttered, and her internal temperature spiked just enough for him to feel it.
Grinning, Keith leaned further over the vixen, getting his knees under himself properly so he could start grinding, sliding back and then heaving forwards, deliberately sliding out a few inches just so cram it all back inside in a deep shove, feeling soft, slick ninetales cunt squeezing around him in delightful, spurious protest.
Keith's motions slowed, and he carefully drew back, keeping his motions steady and deliberately, feeling soft, squeezing ninetales flesh grasping around him each and every inch he withdrew from her, only for him to reverse direction and slowly plunge back inside her.
Aleda's back arched, and she groaned softly, her trembling tails grasping around his rump and hips as he slowly worked back and forth. Each time he sank inwards, a rush of slick, hot ninetales' juices spilled out of her, coating his cock in a shimmering sheen of her lust.
“Fuck you're hot," Keith panted, increasing his pace a little.
Aleda gave him a smug smirk, the effect marginally ruined by the fact that she was clearly suppressing a moan.
Keith grinned down at her, panting breathlessly as he increased his pace again, lightly rocking her body back and forth with eager thrusts, sliding back until only a third of his stiffly-throbbing cock was buried inside her, before immediately burying it all back inside her, grinding deep inside the vixen until he felt her deepest, most scalding-hot depths kissing against his overstimulated tip.
“Nine! N-nine! Tales!" Aleda panted up up at him, just spurring him to increase his pace even further. The vixen's slender body was rocking back and forth in time with his thrusts now, her tails curling and clenching against and around him, just as her silken, molten depths did the same to his stiff cock.
Keith's eager humping increased to a powerful plunging rhythm of eager humps that had the vixen drooling around him, a wet mess of her burning-hot liquids smeared over the base of his cock, drooling down into her tailbases. Her body was tightening around him, squeezing in an accelerating rhythm, her hot exhalations causing a haze in the air above her muzzle as she started to twitch and clench harder and more urgently.
With a shudder, Keith drew back fully, slipping his stiff cock out of her, letting it bounce free and thud against his belly before thwapping against her inner thigh, stiff and twitching and covered in her juices. Aleda made a noise of protest when she recovered enough to do so, curling to stare at him. “Nine!" she almost snarled.
“You're fucking hot," Keith panted, his chest heaving. He quickly reached up, pulling his shirt off and tossing it aside, trying to catch his breath. Even with the open wall, it was swelteringly hot, and half the moisture on him was from the water, and the other half was a mix of vixen juice and raw sweat.
“N… n-nine…" Aleda apologized, her eyes tracing down the length of a red line on his body, obviously left by raw heat up against his flesh.
Keith huffed, biting his bottom lip for a moment, before grasping the ninetales again. Palms found her hips, tugging her against him, and he heaved forwards to sink eager inches of human cock deep inside her once more. Aleda growled eagerly, her teeth baring and paws coming up to grasp his sides as he started to pound her with rough strokes, rocking her back and forth with the intensity.
“N-nine!" she yipped, her tails curling around him again. Her body temperature spiked once more, but Keith just growled and grasped her tighter, leaning fully over her body and burying his face against the side of her neck, grasping her shoulders with his arms as he started to rut her!
Keith's grasp was holding Aleda in place now, meaning that each of his powerful thrusts were pounding against her deepest reaches. There was no more give any more, no reactionary rocking of her body to stymie the impact of his hips against her own, and the increase in friction and sensation was making the vixen shudder and arch, her entire body starting to tense against and around him once more. Her internal temperature spiked, and he just growled and fucked her harder!
“N-nine n-ninetales!" Aleda almost yelped, teeth baring, and her hindlegs tried to grasp around his hips on reflex. With a lustful growl, he just forced her thighs back down with a hard shove of his hips, making sure that each of his eager thrusts could go balls-deep inside her, mercilessly pounding the vixen.
Aleda gave an almost feral snarl as she started to orgasm, and she bit down on his shoulder with a throaty growl, her eyes flashing intensely as she stiffened, giving muffled yelps around his shoulder as he pounded her fluffy form down into the floor, causing thick rushes of ninetales juices to start drooling from around him, making an utter mess of her entire crotch while her clenching, grasping depths tried their very best to stymie his motions.
With a shudder and a gasp, Keith stuffed himself balls-deep inside her one last time, holding deep, deep inside her, and the vixen arched and yelped in delight as she felt his throbbing tip jerking against her deepest reaches before a fat spurt of human spunk splashed deep inside her!
Keith groaned, face buried in her fur as he rocked against her in rough shoves, barely sliding back at all now, feeling every inch of her squeezing, coaxing cunt grasping and rippling around him, even as he poured spurt after spurt of gooey human spunk balls-deep inside her. She was so incredibly how around him that it was all he could think of, even as he dumped splatters of spunk so very, very deep inside her.
Keith's hips drew back and then heaved forwards, and the motion was all it took to cause a fat dribble of human spunk to pour from around where he was buried inside her, the vixen giving a low groan and quiver at the sensation, before falling back against the floor, shuddering and panting in delight.
With a low groan of his own, Keith settled his weight down atop her, chest heaving, hips giving slow little rocks against her own, each shift of her molten depths around him making him twitch and shift slightly in response.
“Niiine…" Aleda groaned, pushing a paw against him with gentle insistence. Her tails gently tried to remove him, to urge him to slide off her.
“No, no," Keith panted against her neck, a palm grasping at her hips to help angle her body again, making sure he stayed balls-deep inside her, with every last inch of his drooling cock smothered by her impossible heat. “No…" he groaned against her neck with a slightly hazy tone. “Leave it… let me feel you…"
“Niiine," Aleda relented, pressing her hot nose in against the side of his neck and then giving him a loving little lick.