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Matt was grinning widely as he stepped into his hotel room, trailing behind a bobbing, fluffy tail who’s owner *leapt* onto the bed at almost the exact moment the heavy pressed door swung shut behind him on its own hinges, a solid thunk that almost drowned out the flareon’s cry of victory.

Furea was prancing about on the covers, her heavy paws lifting and stamping down in an awkward sort of dance, not at all minding the patches of her pelt that had been torn or scorched away in the tournament battle, but it was all nice and clean and her injuries freshly mended from the quality care of the pokecenter right after. Matt was not so fresh, though he kept his own little dance up- His T-shirt had sweat stains around the armpits, and dust was caked to his creamy white skin, wrinkles all about his shirt and shorts, straight black hair a tad greasy and shaggy from long nights on the road, and one of his sandals had a torn strap, but none of that really mattered right now. They’d won. Him and Furea, alone and together, had beaten out what surely had to be the best trainers for dozens of miles- Maybe even hundreds of them- And entire teams had fallen to where she stood.

He stopped moving and just stared at her, smiling, watching her leap about back and forth, panting so heavily with exhaustion yet so elated she couldn’t help but burn off even more energy, sometimes getting sidetracked and pouncing against an upturn crease or valley that she’d made in the blanket, before resuming her leaps. It took a moment for her to realize he was just watching, and when she did her ears and tail slowly perked, and she just stopped moving to watch him back. She made an odd sound, almost like a chirp combined with a bark, a soft cough of a noise that made Matt’s eyes flick to the water bowl, but it was full and clean and mostly fresh, even if it’d been sitting out all day. He frowned a little at how still she’d become, and the frown changed to a rather shocked expression as he watched her slowly turn away from him. Her nose turning this way and that so she could keep tracking him from either corner of her eyes, but her forepaws danced along the edge of the bed that faced the wall, coming together some, while her hinds spread and stretched apart, her tail lifting and hips hoisting up.

As far as presentations went, it was very simple, very plain. But the sight of it, the sheer *intendedness* of the action, something clutched at the lad’s heart as well as his crotch. She was a beautiful creature- He always knew that, always recognized that- But this was just. Special. He’d seen it so many times before, when they were traveling together or he was grooming or even when she’d just stretched across her seat, and always held a shy appreciation for what he saw, but this was *special*. The soft curve of her hips was just perfect, thick muscles layered by a healthy fat and then further padded by that lush, slightly shaggy fur. Accenting the natural slopes and edges and eddies of her bottom to give great emphasis on the core- Her tight button of a tailhole a bare mass of slightly wrinkled, but otherwise pristine pinkish tan flesh, funneling in beneath the crease of her tail in a way that he’d always secretly found a bit obnoxious with just how large it looked, but it looked so perfect now. Her spade was the real treasure though- She was in heat, that was plain as day though he’d already known it, but never really considered the intensity of it. Black mottled with a bit of dark greyish brown swelling from the reddish fluff, emerging from her fur so thick that it overtook the tufts of hair that were plastered around the edges of it. It was nearly the size of one of her paws, as wide and as thick, and covered with chubby little grains that resembled those upon her nose, only they were more sparsely placed, and as engorged as the rest of her. Catching the leaking juices that seemed to be sourced from the lustrous pink core, spreading and dispersing them to give it all a glistening sheen.

Matt quickly climbed up onto the bed behind his beautiful girl and swallowed. Furea didn’t quite manage to tilt her head back to give another chirp at him, watching him in that subtle way she thought was so sneaky, normally reserved for when she was about to commit theft of a pastry, or had just peed somewhere she was not supposed to and was trying to sneak away before being discovered. Only now, instead of a guilty look- Or at least a look that showed up whenever she was guilty of something she knew was wrong, more wistful than actually regretful- She was wearing an abashed expression. Shyness. Excitement. It made him shiver, and he carefully reached out to cup at her thigh. The flareon’s body jolting with the contact, a full body shiver that made parts of her pelt twitch frantically, made her paws shift without actually leaving their space, bracing and cementing her position on the soft bed.

The trainer quickly fished out his cock from his shorts- It was rock hard and as eager as Furea seemed to be. He was more than a little embarrassed over the size of it- He wasn’t tiny or anything, but he knew he was smaller than average. Just as he knew that Furea really wouldn’t care. She wanted him, she cared for him, and he really doubted she’d care about anything else but it being him, because he knew in that moment that that’s what he felt about her- And because he could watch a glistening patch of wet collect itself on her bottom lip and roll off, sluicing into a single heavy drop that wicked from the black grains and soaked itself into the cheap grey coverlets. He briefly considered if he should finger her, or lick, or do any of those things he’d seen in the videos on the web, but he could feel her eager quiver beneath his palm and just didn’t think either of them could wait that long.

Leaning forward, he felt and saw Furea’s muscles tense, see the way her eyes clenched up tight, the way her jaw set, and saliva soaked out across the corners of her jaws. She was *drooling*, and it made him feel something he didn’t even know how to describe. His belly touched her tail, and her tail flickered, the tiniest of wags that made her butthole pulse with a clench. He tried to roll his shaft forward, but it just dragged across her thigh, so he fumbled with a hand to grab his own shaft and bring up the blunted tip, pressing right to her brackish cunt!

He moaned at the sensation. The grains were so pleasant. It was like a web across perfectly soft skin, caressing him over and wrapping around- So tender, yet so stiff, and so incredibly hot and wet. He pressed down with his hand as his hips rolled on their own accord, and both he and she cried out as he glanced off, spreading her open but catching the groove between two of the petals, slipping off into her fur. She wiggled, her bottom grinding into him, smearing some of her own excitement off of his blunted cockhead and smearing more of it back on to the part of his shaft still pressed against her lips. She was pressing back, trying to impale herself against him, but the angle was wrong and he had to push her forward to readjust, her little yip of protest sounding almost angry, before she made another noise that made him feel almost ashamed with how apologetic it sounded. She was panting breathlessly, even more eager than he was, so she leaned forward and braced herself against, tensed against her own desires, he brought his shaft carefully down and placed the rumpled skin of his head straight into the central core.

It spread apart as he pushed. Expanding in a near perfect circle to slowly envelop his cockhead, grains dimpled in and compressed as they edged around the head of his shaft, a head that rapidly vanished until it was entirely consumed. It felt so thick, the pressure so delightful that Matt felt a dangerous surge in his loins just seconds in, and if it weren’t for the way Furea lost herself, the wa his flareon began to hump back with primal need, he might have forgotten to push in the rest of the way!

“W-woah girl!” He let off a soft cry as her hips rocketed back, humping with more vigor than that video he’d seen of a houndoom go at gardevoir once before. With his head sunk in, anchoring him, she had little trouble thrusting herself back, her fat grains spreading and smearing down as inches more disappeared inside of her, his hand dropping away from his shaft when he felt her plump flesh smack back into the digits, cupping her other thigh so he could just drag her back until their bodies were flush with one another. He was already cumming inside of her- He couldn’t help it. It was too much. His hot seed pouring through in thick and creamy ropes, all the days on the trail where he was too busy and too tired into a heavy mess all packaged neatly into his beloved companion. His flareon’s head rolled, nuzzling the air while she chirped out her pleasure and delight, little howls that he didn’t even think to silence, mouth working and filled with teeth as her muzzle worked again and again, the fire-type caught in her passion.

He felt ashamed at how quickly he’d released almost the second it happened- All of it coming out with such intensity that he was already starting to grow soft, the way her walls continued to hug him with the added intensity of being lubricated with his seed making him shudder and jolt- But she didn’t care. Her hips withdrew from him slowly, the tightness of her body trapping all but the faintest smear of semen on his dick inside of her vulva, though a thick wad of it was quickly squeezed out by how tight everything was inside. The gooey drop nearly as thick as a thumb, coalescing on her lips before drooling off in creamy strands, messing the bed. It didn’t matter- He didn’t have much time to look or linger, because his Furea turned and leapt on him not even a moment after, her paws curving around his shoulders and her chest smacking into his own, attacking his face with flurry of nuzzles and licks that only paused so she could chirp or catch her breath with a few deep gasps! He could feel his own semen smearing off onto his skin as his hinds draped him over, but that hardly mattered. His penis was rubbing into her bellyfur, mussing that up as well, and all she cared about was showering him with her affection, tucking in close and nuzzling, rumbling with delight when he kissed her nose back and toyed little nibbles over her ears.

Matt didn’t know how long they laid like that, just as some point with all her little wriggles and shifts, her thighs had somehow wrapped themselves over him, and her crotch was resting on his penis again. He couldn’t say if it was him or her that did it, or just a subconscious combination fo the both of them. He could only say that when she placed her paws on his chest, it was a very deliberate act, and the way her hips angled back pinned the head of his penis against her chubby lips. The moment he felt it, he started growing hard, and he was growing *into* her. If he hadn’t just had sex with this wonderful creature, he’d have called it the most amazing thing of his life. Now, as her hips began to rock and her walls stroked his half-limp cock, he was just wondering if two similar t hings could be equally perfect. Her shoulders were hunched rather incredibly, head lowered with her not quite able to look him in the eye, as if she were embarrassed about it all, but as her back paws scrabbled against his thighs and steadied themselves, as he grew and stiffened up inside of her, as her tail cranked up with little jolting twitches, her confidence grew and she stared down at his face with a smile. Whiskers twitched up and eyes alight, teeth gritted, it was the smile of a pokemon, but it was no less earnest for the fact. She leaned in, warmth radiating from her features in a way to match the heat of her crotch, her tongue lapping over his nose in a delicate kiss, then over his lips as he opened his mouth just slightly. He didn’t want to interrupt her- The way her paws quivered made him think she only had a tenuous balance- So he settled by licking back. Their tongues colliding as her cum-soaked cunt collided with his crotch, slopping the last batch of his semen while a new load emptied itself into her belly, washing over her walls and flooding her womb only slightly less thoroughly than the first.

When she finally slumped down to a halt, it was on top of him, his penis still lodged firmly within, and as sensitive as he felt with every little twitch that either of them gave, he just held her there. Smiling wide and nuzzling into his champion, toes flexing every time that wagging tail brushed over his balls.