FSE

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formerly SoFurry search engine

Heads swivelled and jaws dropped when the glass autodoors of the gym parted. Just like that, Connie had become the talk of the town that day. Of course she was proud of her skill at pokemon battling, but at the annual Hue City battle convention she had planned to show off other things as well.

On a tidal wave of adrenaline she approached her own reflection in the doors. The building approached with the urgency of an oncoming cliff face to a surfer and her heart accelerated in time with its proximity.

Connie strode into the gym stark naked or close enough to it. All she wore was a headband bearing fuzzy ears, a collar of lighter cream fur and a velcro strap hugging her wide hips which contained her favorite and most powerful pokemon who she had come to resemble. Technically she had only changed the color of her birthday suit. Tones of orange body paint had been applied to her slender figure, with black stripes added in an excellent recreation of an arcanine's fur coat. The finer details of her anatomy were still visible. Paint alone could not hide her c cups, standing proud and perky in the climate controlled coolness of the gym. Her light blonde hair fit the color scheme well and it had taken considerable time to grow her pubic hair out into the sprawling furry bush between her legs.

"Holy-!"

"Is she naked?"

Comments flew wildly from the crowd gathering in the lobby as they watched Connie stride across to the front desk where the entrants in the convention's main battle event were to check in. There was much speculation on how exactly the big fluffy tail was attached to her backside as flashes from cameras and phones peppered her sporadically.

An older woman occupied the computer at the front desk. She only looked up when Connie cleared her throat, doing a double take that set the glasses on her face askew.

"Hello dear," she greeted, "That's quite the, ah...I'm gonna say 'costume'"

Connie thanked her and handed over the trainer ID tucked in her necklace.

Inside the main entrance hall crowds buzzed among the various tables, kiosks and small restaurants peddling their wares along the way to the arena. There were tons of fire pokemon featured on banners and posters- the theme of the convention this year and the tournament specified only fire pokemon could be entered. The naked arcanine lady pried many sets of eyes away from their business.

Connie met more people in the span of ten minutes than she likely had in all her prior twenty years combined. She gave various smiles, nods and waves to the countless faces. Of course there were sour looks as well whenever a boy or girl-friend's gaze strayed toward her, prudish huffs from some of the more uptight among the crowd. One man gasped and covered the eyes of his squirtle as she strolled by.

The shock was starting to wear off, replaced by an intense arousal. The prying eyes, hungry as they scanned the curves of her body on full display. She was already way past wet, and her nipples were hard as diamonds. For the time it would have to build. She first had a tournament to win, she thought as she moved a hand over the pokeball containing Skillet, her arcanine.

"Excuse me?"

Lost in her thoughts, she hadn't noticed the pudgy bald headed man approach. She turned toward him and went rigid when she noticed he was holding a microphone. Sure enough an accompice waited nearby with a television camera at the ready. She was already past the point of no return. Taking a breath she agreed to the interview. The camera's lens turned on her. Her first instinct was to cross her arms over her bare breasts but instead she did so just beneath them, propping her girls up in their full glory on how many television screens she could never know.

Hi, mom!

"Annnd.." The reporter declared, "We're live here at the Hue Pokemon gym! Folks, you've heard of pokemon trainers but how about a pokemon trainer! What inspired such a getup if I may ask?"

Connie grinned at the man, "Well, I wanted to match my only pokemon,"

She put a leg forward and the cameraman took the cue, panning down.

"And besides, us trainers are always walking everywhere. Got to show off these legs sometime,"

Connie gasped suddenly before the reporter could continue. Furry paws had wrapped around one of her legs. Looking down found an eevee gazing up with shiny eyes.

"Looks like you've got a fan," The reporter pointed out.

She agreed with a giggle, reaching down to pet the eevee's head. Something warm and wet pressed against her calf, leaving little doubt as to what it was. Connie could find no words but the eevee needed none. It began to hump her leg at full throttle. The reporter seemed mortified and signalled his cameraman to cut away. But it didn't really matter as some of the passersby had taken note.

"Lil' pimp is putting the moves on her! Ha!"

"I don't blame him. Check those tits," Another replied as he aimed a phone at the spectacle.

Connie took a step, then shook her leg about but the eevee latched on firmly. A moment later the horny pokemon's trainer burst forth from the crowd, a clean cut scrawny man who was already red faced. He stooped and grabbed his eevee by the sides, tugging it off her.

"I am so sorry about that!" The man said, though his apology was mostly directed at the floor.

He bowed deeply and then righted himself, still holding the eevee to his chest. Wobbling between its legs was a slender pink shaft, which twitched. Connie felt a warm spurt hit her on the left breast. Her eyebrows rose as she watched the eevee's fluid ooze down over her nipple. The nerd's mouth dropped and he wordlessly withdrew, half retreating and half fainting back into the crowd. Some looked away awkwardly, others only grinned wider.

Connie dabbed at her breast in the mirror of the bathroom. It was much quieter in the trainer's locker rooms. She was not nervous as she usually was before a major battle. That morning she had already been naked on television, her tits jizzed on in front of the whole internet and countless onlookers. She released a silent moan as she ran a hand across her breast, rolling the protruding nipple around.

Thirty minutes until the tournament would begin, as it was announced over the intercomm.

Skillet appeared in a flash of light a moment later. The arcanine looked chipper and ready for battle, sniffing around a row of lockers for a moment before he ran over to greet his trainer.

"Almost show time, pup! You ready to do this?"

He gave a stout yip as she pet him. He pressed his nose into her bush, rubbing up against her engorged labia and erect clit.

The tournament lasted all afternoon. One by one the trainers faced one another just as such events usually went. But the crowd favorite by far was the cos-trainer. Displayed on the big screens overlooking the battle space, Her slender form moved gracefully, breasts jiggling with her motions as she battled. She created a show inside a show, wiggling her backside with each victory and wagging the tail anchored deep within her via its rubber plug. The crowd ate it up.

That night, the trophy sat on the desk inside Connie's bedroom. The rush of the day buzzed in a pleasant afterglow in her mind, her image flashing across the television screen as the local news recapped the day's highlights from the convention. Privacy, a stranger thing than the feeling of walking into the gym in front of everybody had felt just those several hours earlier.

She switched off the televison and reached back, taking hold of the tail she wore. With a gentle tug the butt plug popped out of her. She piled it and the ears on a chair and then flopped down on her bed. Skillet trotted in from the kitchen having finished a dinner fit for such a champion. Char broiled firepup biscuits. He bounded up on the bed with a cheerful bark.

She ran her fingers through his soft fur as he nuzzled at her neck, the rest of his fur coat tickling her bare flesh.

"Well? You in the mood for some post battle pussy? I think you've more than earned it," she said with a smile.

His tongue was already massaging her breasts in hot wet waves, soon there was a thick, solid and throbbing erection pressing against her stomach. She puckered her lips up and he leaned down. She wrapped an arm around his neck as they kissed deeply, the arcanine's tongue lapping first at her lips and then inside her mouth.

She drew her knees up and to the side, spreading her legs wide beneath his fuzzy and pleasantly warm body. He had no problem finding the sweet spot amongst the wild bush, his foot-long and thick cock homing in on it with supernatural accuracy. She arched her head back into the pillow as he entered her, trailing a line of saliva away from their tongues.

Spending the whole day horny, the feeling of Skillet's thick shaft parting her pussy made the agonizing wait worth every second. His swollen knot met her labia, only barely touching her before he slid out and back in. The bed rocked as the arcanine thrust into his trainer and she moaned with ecstasy, muffled where her face was buried in his broad chest. She brought her legs up to wrap around him as he increased in speed.

After her first orgasm, Connie shifted positions, moving around on hands and knees so that Skillet could mount her. He rested a huge forepaw on her back, urging her downward until she was face down ass up and he once more began to pump into her. He licked at the back of her head gingerly as she moaned and grunted each time the pokemon's big knot battered into her pussy,

Warm fluid began to ooze out of her. With one final mighty thrust, Skillet forced his knot into her and erupted at the same time. The bursts he released into her womb were so swift and frequent that it felt like a massage to her insides. Meanwhile she held onto the headboard for dear life as her pussy clutched at his shaft with her second orgasm.

Connie fell asleep with Skillet knotted inside her. He licked lazily at her back as he too drifted off, the both of them drained completely from the long day.

What Connie hadn't realized though, was a small green light at the top of the laptop she had moved aside on her desk to make room for the trophy. Upon getting home, she had made a small livestream for her poke'tube channel to show off her accomplishment. Distracted by the news playing her interview from earlier in the day, she had neglected to turn it off. The next morning she would wake up to find thousands of new subscribers to her vlog and a bit more infamy than she was counting on.