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Ann let out a groan, half frustrated and half helplessly horny as Lucario grabbed her tits from behind as she worked at the desk. He pressed his muzzle against the nape of her neck, cold nose and all, and gave her a lick that felt even better than his battle-trained hands kneading her breasts. Feeling his canine tongue slurp over the sensitive skin set off fireworks of pleasure in Ann's head, completely distracting her from her work.

“Again?" she whined. “Just how do you even manage to fight without your balls exploding, Luka?"

Luka – she'd felt that her Lucario needed a more personal name, now that they'd advanced their relationship to a level of intimacy – turned out to be a hopeless horndog. If anything, he wanted it more now that he knew his master would let him mount her, rather than less. As frustrating as trying to keep up with his sky-high sex drive could be sometimes, Ann had to admit that she'd never slept quite as well as she did now. Nor had Luka performed as well at every gym the two visited. He'd adopted a whole new fighting style; relaxed, limber, effortlessly floating around his opponent while pummelling them into submission. The confident dance of a satisfied fighter.

Ann certainly didn't regret going this far with him. Even if her walking a little unsteady after a particularly intense session with Luka had drawn even more teasing from her mother, already. She seemed far too excited about the idea of her daughter enjoying her Pokémon the same way she had in her youth, almost as if she was trying to live out fantasies from her younger years. Either that, or it was the same kind of urges that made parents want grandchildren. Ann tried not to think too much about that one; she wasn't going to let Luka fuck her without a condom, even if the thought certainly got her wet nearly instantly.

And she'd thought about it plenty, too. Her treasonous body shivered at the idea of peeling the protective latex barrier off Luka's cock the next time he mounted her. Feeling his heated hardness inside her, bare and unprotected just as nature intended, even if the lovers were different species. The tapered tip spearing its way deep into her, marking her clenching pussy with his precum. In Ann's fantasies, he'd rut her faster and faster, growling with each feverish, bestial thrust. She'd feel him throb, and be utterly unable to stop him, or even protest, helpless to do anything but accept her impending insemination. And then-

“-dinner's ready, lovebirds!" her mother called out from downstairs. It even made Luka jump, his long ears pinning against the back of his head.

“Maybe next time, cutie," Ann giggled. He looked adorable, suddenly all sheepish about having to go downstairs with his rock-hard cock all the way out of its sheath. He was only shamelessly horny with Ann, less so with her mother, and not at all in public. Well, not unless really pent up, anyway.

There were a few spots in the city where mismatched trainer-and-Pokémon couples sometimes went to live out their semi-public, exhibitionist fantasies. Ann wasn't quite ready to be so open about their relationship, but she had decided to she'd at least have a look. Alone, that was.

Beyond that, the allure of condomless sex was growing, too, with each time she took Luka's cock. Part of it was his fault; he'd push his luck more and more, grinding against her for a little before letting her slip the condom on him, and Ann of course loved every moment of feeling his bare cock saw over her engorged, tingling clit. It'd be so easy; she'd just have to wrench her hips upwards a little, or spread her legs just a little wider, and he'd get what he wanted in one deep thrust, and she in turn would get the inevitable thing everyone who let their Pokémon fuck them bare did.

A bellyful of eggs. Ann shivered again.

Ah, but she'd think about it later, and worry about it later too. The interruption had snuffed out her arousal for the moment, and she was almost thankful to her mother for that. She had some more important business to attend to, after all. The next gym was Fire.

While Luka had been performing outstandingly well, to the point the casual onlooker might think he was a legendary Pokémon, fire would be a challenge, perhaps one that he wouldn't be able to overcome. Most trainers used teams to overcome such difficulties, but rather than an obsession with catching all of them, Ann had always preferred devoting her full attention to just one Pokémon. Luka was downright spoiled in that way, but with him getting all of the rare candies Ann found or bought, he was quite strong. The additional motivation provided in the form of her warm pussy helped further, but now that he'd be up against his weakness… she had to devise some further strategies. With enough motivation and training, anything could be overcome, but Ann was out of ideas.

That was part of why she'd planned out that little trip to watch how everyone else who was on intimate terms with their pets handled it. A particular club was holding a combined party and seminar with an open guest list, for people like Ann – or at least, people who went even further than she had – and her mother. Of course, her mother was a little too old to really party with younger trainers, and work kept her busy, so she wouldn't make it. That was a good thing for Ann; she could go without the awkwardness of having her mother around. The place had a seedy reputation for good reason. It was, after all, for people who liked getting intimate with Pokémon, and she expected that there'd be a fair bit of sex among the guests. The plan was to go there alone, but the next time she was working on her things, Luka – nosing around as he often did – happened to come across the invitation.

He held it up to Ann with a look that was both questioning and pleading.

“Oh? That's a… party that I want to go to," Ann explained. “Where trainers share techniques on how to best motivate and inspire their Pokémon."

Luka cocked his head with an even more quizzical look.

“I'll tell you all the details when I get back, silly!" Ann laughed, and then ruffled the fur between her Lucario's ears. “I just know the majority of the guests are… well, they like their Pokémon. The same way I like you."

Luka's tail was wagging up a storm. Despite being somewhere around human intelligence, even if he didn't speak, he somehow managed to combine it perfectly with the personality of a very excitable puppy. He wanted to come, too.

“Next time, cutie. It's probably just mostly seminars and such anyway," Ann giggled. “I don't want to bore you to death."

Well, she also wanted to go there without Luka; the theme of this event was specifically about using breeding as a motivator for your team, and Ann wanted to hear what they had to say without being pressured. She already knew Luka certainly wanted to breed her, going by how often he teased her, grinding along her slit before finally putting on a condom, but Ann herself wasn't quite convinced yet.

The event was held at a nearby hotel, which had been booked for a party. Though Luka was a little grumpy about not being allowed to come along, Ann went alone. Outside, she immediately saw several of the trainers that she'd faced in battles earlier, many of them with their favorite Pokémon at their sides. Inside… it was another matter, entirely. Nobody was outright having sex, but she walked past several couples of trainer and pet making out, or suggestively grinding against each other, safe from the eyes of anyone who didn't want to see it.

“Hey, Ann!" someone called out to her.

She turned around and saw Jessica, with her long, flowing brown hair and her trusty Houndoom by her side. What felt like all the blood in Ann's body rushed to her face as she blushed harder than she ever had before. Being here was one thing, being here with someone she knew was another entirely. “H-hey," she managed to reply.

“Where's your Lucario? Oh, did you ever fuck him?" Jessica asked.

“Well… yes, but I didn't want him to get the wrong impression, taking him here," Ann stammered. “I'm still not sure if I want to…"

Her eyes fell to Jessica's stomach. She looked at least five months pregnant. No doubt it was her Houndoom's work, which meant that she'd been knocked up with a clutch of eggs at least twice.

“Get filled with eggs? Come on, I told you over the phone, it feels great!" Jessica smiled.

She seemed almost obsessed with the idea. At least, she had very clearly put her money where her mouth was, going by her undeniable pregnancy.

“Besides, since you're here and everything, you can't totally deny that you're into it, can you?" her friend teased. “They do have a seminar about it in a little bit, the benefits of breeding with your 'mons!"

“I mean, I've thought about it," Ann replied, measuring her words. “But it just seems like such a… change, you know? Getting knocked up at all is already a big deal, but getting knocked up by a Pokémon?"

“No, no, no, you've got it all wrong," Jessica giggled. “That's the thing, it isn't a big deal, which is why I always let my doggy here cum inside me."

“Not a… big deal? Look at you, Jess!" Ann exclaimed. “You look like you're five months pregnant. It can't be easy to walk around like that, and you'll have a bunch of puppies to take care of soon."

“Sure, that is a bit annoying, but the puppies are adorable, and- oh, I think they're about to start!"

She was interrupted by an announcement over the convention intercom, announcing that the seminar was about to start, and following that, a party. Ann and Jessica made their way to the stage along with maybe a hundred others, almost all of them with their Pokémon in tow, though a few had opted to come alone, too. The atmosphere seemed almost charged with sexual tension, as if everyone was just waiting for permission to start fucking. Jessica's Houndoom was already visibly excited, with his canine cock hanging halfway out of its sheath.

More than anything, Ann got the feeling that she had misunderstood what kind of event this was, fidgeting nervously where she sat, just waiting for a sudden orgy to break out.

Instead, as she waited, someone stepped out on the stage. It took a moment for Ann to realize why everyone was applauding her mere appearance, but suddenly it struck her – this was one of the celebrity trainers she'd even seen on TV. Star! Her thing had been giving advice on how to best train your 'mons. She had actually inspired Ann's own career, but Ann had always thought that Star was strictly professional with her wholesome image and stable of adoring Pokémon.

Certainly, she hadn't expected to see her here.

“Welcome to our little convention!" she addressed the crowd. Ann noticed Jessica staring at Star, appropriately star-struck with admiration. “My name is Star, and while you've probably heard my advice on TV or read my books, today – now that I'm about to retire from Pokémon training altogether – I'm going to reveal to you some of my deepest secrets!"

She worked the crowd, equal parts evangelist, politician, and hypewoman.

“Everyone here probably has some more intimate experience with their favorite Pokémon, right? Get those hands up if you've ever fucked yours!" she called out. Though the crowd was big and interested, only a few hands could be seen; it was probably a bit too much to admit to in public, even in a crowd of like-minded individuals.

“Just you few? Come on, we're all here for the same thing! How about if I do to this – I repeat, how many of you have fucked your Pokémon?" she repeated, and this time, raised her own hand with an exaggerated flourish. This time, some three quarters of the crowd instantly raised theirs, to the sound of cheers from both trainers and their Pokémon.

“See, now we're talking. It's an amazing feeling, isn't it? But did you know you can use that to help motivate your 'mons? Not only does it deepen the bond between trainer and Pokémon, but many – especially the males – can be spurred to fight even harder with a little trick I call breeding permissions!"

A murmur went through the crowd, and Star continued. “It lies in many Pokémon's instincts to fight for the mother of their children! Houndooms, Arcanines, Mightyenas, all have a very strong urge to breed, as well…" she paused for a moment, looking over the crowd. “You, come up here," she called out to Jessica, who quicky obeyed, walking up on stage without as much as a touch of anxiety.

“I couldn't help but notice you were pregnant, and you have a very happy-looking Houndoom!" she addressed Ann's friend. “Was he the one who did it? Come on, let everyone see that belly!"

Jessica giggled and nodded, turning around so the crowd could see her pregnant stomach – and rather heavy-looking breasts, too – from every side. “He was so happy to," she smiled with her usual charismatic grin. She ran a hand along the gravid curve of her belly, casting a glance towards the trusty, and clearly rather horny, Houndoom that'd put her in this state.

“Right? They always are! I've lost count of how many times I let my Mightyena fill me with eggs over the years. And that, my trainers, is the big secret. Let them cum inside you unprotected. Not only does it feel f'ing amazing, but they'll try twice as hard when knowing they'll be rewarded with a chance to breed you! That's breeding permissions!"

Ann found it a little amusing that she'd censor that one expletive despite her whole speech being about fucking your Pokémon. Old habits die hard, she surmised. Star leaned in closer to the microphone and whispered a few more words. “Being full of eggs makes you really horny too, so it's not like your partners will disapprove."

Well, assuming they were alright with sex with Pokémon in the first place. Ann could only hope that everyone here was. They were all far more into it than she was, though, given the whole breeding thing… but if Star herself was recommending it, it really had to be a good way to train your team. She continued for a while, detailing just how one would leverage the “permissions" while weaving in recommendations for how to actually get pregnant. Ann got the feeling that she was working backwards from a conclusion rather than towards it. That aside, she did seem genuinely into it given the level of detail.

Jessica returned to her seat, practically buzzing with excitement as Star went on to describe the ideal positions to use for breeding. “Face to face allows for more intimacy and better chances of conceiving, but a lot of Pokémon prefer mounting you from behind, and you should let them!" she said. “Remember, the most important part is having them cum inside you. Do it often enough and it'll inevitably happen. But help them along by propping a couple of pillows under your butt while you sleep to make sure you all that egg-making batter stays inside you!"

It seemed more like she wanted everyone to do it, to form some kind of cult around breeding with Pokémon, to the point of it being rather unnerving. It was as if the whole motivation thing was merely a coincidental benefit, and what she really wanted was to make a movement of proud Poképhiles. Her vivid descriptions nonetheless managed to spark that tingly desire inside Ann again. If even the celebrities did it, could it really be wrong?

Suddenly, Star addressed the audience. “Well, we already know that Jessica there really enjoyed it, enough so that she's even pregnant at the moment! How about the rest of you? Would you take your Pokémon's eggs? Or, for the men, would you grant them yours?"

A generally approving murmur went through the crowd. The audience was predominantly women, but the men seemed to be just as eager. So many people seemed to enjoy the idea even more than she did.

“That's good. I don't want any of you – those with Pokémon at least – to leave our little convention before you've at least tried it, and our party starting in just a few minutes will be an excellent time to get into the whole thing! Have a great time!"

With that, the little seminar was over; it was time for the main event. The party itself. The mass of people moved towards a different room. The convention's dance hall, where the music was already playing loudly. From what'd been a moderately, if not entirely academic event, everything quickly headed towards the more hedonistic. With the lights dimming, many of the attendees retreated into darker corners with their Pokémon, and while Ann could only see them in the brief flashes of strobe lights that left the entire display a slideshow, it wasn't hard to imagine what kind of passions drove them.

She had been expecting some humans to flirt with her, but everyone here had different things in mind. The booths had clearly been set up so that couples who weren't actively dancing could retreat for more intimate, primitive dances of their own.

As much as Ann wanted to spy on what everyone was doing, she felt a little out of place being alone. Should've brought Luka along after all, she thought. Then you could be getting filled too, whispered her horny subconscious mind, though with how loud the music was, she could barely hear her own thoughts.

The whole thing felt a little cult-like. A whole movement of trainers who convinced each other to breed with their Pokémon, to the point they had their own parties and conventions. The results couldn't be denied, though; Star had been a master trainer ever since Ann could remember, winning championship after championship with her Mudsdale. She'd even been featured on various series where she'd always save the day riding that big workhorse. And, apparently, moaning underneath it when not beating up villains.

Ann heard a quiet, huffed moan somewhere behind her. A quick glance revealed a male trainer with his Gardevoir pressed against a wall. Was that why they were so popular with the men? Ann couldn't deny that she looked beautiful, elegant despite almost certainly having a cock inside her at that very moment, but almost instantly her attention was drawn to another pair; an Arcanine and… oh. It was the same couple that she'd seen a few weeks ago, at the mall. The one that'd started her down this path. Somehow, it didn't surprise her to see them here, going for it again.

Soon enough she was surrounded by moans audible even over the blare of the music. It felt almost like a dream, watching everyone around her indulge in their desires as she slowly moved along to the music. If Luka was here, Ann thought, she'd probably be joining them as well. How many Pokémon and trainers would leave here with warm seed inside them, slowly oozing out, naughty secrets that nobody on the outside would know about before the inevitable happened and they began to show?

The Gardevoir and her trainer shuddered in unison, a few more jagged thrusts and spasmic clutches signalling their mutual climax. Next to them, the Arcanine had just mounted her trainer again, following those same age-old masculine urges. Ann could feel her panties growing damp with excitement, and more than anything, she wished that Luka was here too.

But he wasn't far away, was he? All she'd need to do was to head back home and, though away from this wonderfully erotic atmosphere of couples freely rutting against each other, she'd have what she wanted. This time, she felt such a sudden surge of excitement at the very thought of it, that she nearly stumbled on the dancefloor, and that was when she truly made up her mind. Seeing how much fun everyone was having – even Star was here, in the back, with her Mudsdale laying on his side next to her in a booth – she was finally convinced. She had to try it out; bare, raw sex that left her filled to the brim with warm, sexy Pokémon spunk, consequences be damned.

She quickly left the party, feeling almost feverish with desire, panties wetly clinging to her folds each step of the way home.

This time, she arrived home to the throaty, pleasured growls of her Lucario. Her mother wasn't home this time of the day, and usually she wasn't either, and now, it was suddenly obvious what Luka did when she wasn't present or with him. No great surprise there; she masturbated occasionally too. It was just delightfully arousing to imagine him stroking that beautiful cock of his, slowly working himself closer to spilling his seed. The lust that'd inflamed Ann's loins at the club was still there, smoldering, and hearing Luka's pleasure only turned her on further.

Usually – when in her average mood – she'd be a little louder when coming back home so that Luka could hear her and, well, have some time to finish up whatever he was doing. Today, though, Ann wanted to see it. She was itching to play with the Lucario, her mind swimming with possibilities and her sex clenching all the more eagerly.

She snuck up the stairs, cracked open the door to her room just a sliver, and saw exactly what Luka was up to. The Lucario had a condom on, stroking himself with his eyes glassy with pleasure. The tip of the latex sheath was already bulging, no doubt with precum, and his knot was half swollen at the base. So, this was where her condoms had been going! Ann had wondered if she'd simply miscounted or misplaced the things, but it seemed that Luka had been using them to masturbate. It made sense, perhaps, as that way he'd make less of a mess.

It was either that, or maybe he was hoping that if they ran out of condoms, Ann would let him inside her unprotected, unable to resist the allure in the heat of the moment once she realized they had none left. She watched with bated breath, watching her Lucario's hips twitch and his grip tighten as he pumped at his engorged length.

A thought occurred to her. More of an instinct, maybe, that made her grow wet with excitement, all the things she'd seen earlier in the day still swirling around fresh in her thoughts. She could interrupt Luka's masturbation. Peel that condom off his cock and let him pump his dangerously potent sperm into her instead. That was where it belonged, wasn't it? Not uselessly discarded inside of a condom. It'd feel fantastic, that much she already knew.

But there was that risk of pregnancy. Maybe she should just throw caution to the wind and let it all happen. Everyone else seemed to give glowing recommendations about how good it felt to be full of Pokémon eggs, as if it was all the positives about pregnancy without any of the negatives. She'd look just as beautiful and round, but there wouldn't be any of the unpleasantries of a live birth, only an orgasmic laying. There were entire clubs dedicated to being fertilized by their Pokémon, after all, and many people actively sought it out. While doing her research she'd even seen ads of people looking for the cum of a specific one so they could impregnate themselves with it, and then add a new Pokémon to their collection.

It all felt like it was going too far, but the burning need in Ann's cunt wouldn't be satisfied any other way, she could already tell. Stiffly, she approached Luka, who seemed to be only moments away from wasting his orgasm, going by how ragged his breathing was becoming and how his entire muscular body shivered in the approach of his climax. He still hadn't noticed her. Quickly and silently, Ann disrobed, letting her clothes fall quietly into a heap by her feet. Wordlessly, she embraced Luka from behind, wrapping her fingers around his covered cock and gently tugging the condom off, peeling away that thin layer of protection. He gave an appreciative rumble, already knowing what she wanted from reading her aura, and sensing just how fertile she was.

Ann held her breath, and then stepped in front of him, letting herself fall onto the bed.

For Luka, it was something he'd been dreaming of for a very long time. Ever since Ann had first caught him, he'd been fantasizing about eventually ending up on top of the young trainer. Sure, she'd been nothing but helpful when he'd needed some relief, but there was always that urge to claim her, the deep-set desire in most males' loins. Every time he spied on her changing, or admired her form when she was asleep, Luka had fantasized and teased her, trying to push her into letting him mount her. When she'd finally done it, it'd been like a dream come true… but equally, it'd quickly made him want to feel her without a condom on. At least the condoms were great for masturbating to that thought while not making a mess.

It'd taken some effort to make sure she found out about the convention, by searching for it often enough on her computer that it inconspicuously showed up at the top of the results when looking for ways to train your Pokémon, which she often did. And it'd worked! She had finally been convinced to let him inside her bare, and Luka couldn't be happier, his cock throbbing hard and his tail wagging even harder as he finally approached his trainer… and soon to be breeder. Sometimes, the Lucario found himself wishing he could speak like the humans did, but at least, his body did a lot of the talking for him. At least when it came to these natural matters.

Ann was breathing rapidly. Everything she'd heard and seen the last few days was swirling through her mind like a technicolour fever dream. She stared at Luka's cock, and she was all but drooling at the sight of it, from both sets of lips. It seemed engorged not only with lust and blood, but with promises. Promises of how it'd finally lay claim to her womb and leave her heavy with a massive clutch of eggs, and all she had to do was nothing. Just lay there, keep her legs dutifully spread, and let the sexy Pokémon in front of her – her beloved, horny pet – do his masculine duty, something that he'd do with unbridled, almost feral, joy.

Was she really going to go through with this? Star had assured her that it'd be great for training Luka, and even beyond that, her body was burning to finally be filled. She was at the peak of her fertile period, probably ovulating, and it only made her want it more.

So she spread her legs a little wider, making sure that Luka could see her puffy, fertile pussy, along with just how wet she was. There you go, Ann. Spread that slutty pussy and let him know you want to be his breeder. Was this how Jessica, Star, and even her mother had felt when they'd let it happen the first time? If so, Ann could understand why they were so eager to keep doing it.

Luka was in no hurry, this time. With a playful growl, he sunk to his knees in front of her and pressed his blue snout against her entrance, broad tongue immediately darting out to taste her fertile sex. He shuddered, and she clenched, more of her intoxicating scent dribbling from those needy folds as if she was nothing more than a Pokémon in heat herself. Ann moaned as Luka growled possessively against her cunt, the vibrations only teasing and exciting her further.

She moaned out loud as his tongue slipped into her, and she clenched around it eagerly. Luka had always been very affectionate, but he hadn't seemed this hungry before, practically devouring her, even if the taste of her soaked pussy was, at best, an appetizer before the main course. It didn't matter; either way, each little lick, each gentle suckling kiss that he planted on her clit made her toes curl with excitement.

Luka lavished her with his tongue, taking in her fertile taste as deeply as he could. Before, he'd tried to ignore it beyond what he'd smell while mounting her, to avoid being teased by urges that he knew he couldn't fulfil. Now, though, with her rich, feminine tang coating his tastebuds and her scent flooding his nostrils and lungs, all the sensations seemed to surge right down to his cock. Though always confident and horny, he could scarcely believe that he was finally about to get to fertilize his beloved trainer.

He savored it, his mind utterly fixated on that wet little slit in front of him, and soon, Luka could no longer resist. He stood up, groaning as every brush against Ann's warm, squirming body made him throb, another water spurt of precum splattering her thighs, before guiding his cock to what it wanted. Just the touch of her warmth, bare and unprotected, around his shaft was bliss. He'd never been inside Ann or anyone else without latex in the way, but this, this felt far more intimate and sweet. On that first thrust, his knees nearly buckled as pleasure engulfed him.

Ann felt much the same. Luka could read her aura, after all, and so he felt a fraction of what she felt. The joyful anticipation, the fear-tinged lust, the scattered worries drowning in waves of pleasure as he slid deeper into her fertile and receptive sex. She was enraptured by every moment of it, and the most dominant emotion was sweet, hungry surrender. It was only then that the Lucario realized she'd been fantasizing about this, too, for who knows how long, just as he had.

Ann moaned at the top of her lungs as that twitching breeding rod pushed into her. A few inches, first, and then more, his urethra bulging against her sensitive flesh with each throb, and following each throb, a surge of slickness and heat inside her as her body eagerly drank his precum. It left her quivering, wondering – thoughts heated and half-incoherent – if receiving his seed would feel the same, or even better. One thing she knew immediately, as Luka started to slowly rock into her freely offered cunt, was that she completely understood why everyone she knew was into it. It felt amazing, like her body was truly made for this, and the risk of it, knowing that he'd soon be pumping his seed into her, made her dizzy with arousal, as if she'd had too much to drink.

His shaft flexed inside her. For a moment Ann thought that Luka might cum then and there, and she welcomed it, thoroughly convinced that she wanted to feel what everyone else was raving about. How horny would she actually get while pregnant? Maybe she and her Lucario would do nothing except mate like Lopunnies for however long it took for his eggs to grow inside her. She'd be a sloppy mess by the end of it. And he'd surely beat every challenge he faced with that kind of motivation, primitive instincts making him want to fight for his breeder-mate's honor.

He didn't, not yet. Instead, Luka let out a possessive growl and began to rut into her even harder. The wet sound of his heavy balls, so eager to spill their virile cargo inside her welcoming body, slapping against her was constant, rhythmic, loud enough that their neighbours could probably hear it. The raw, carnal sounds of their unprotected, risky mating. She didn't care, though. She didn't care about anything else except riding that orgasmic train to the finish, no matter how warm and sticky, no matter how likely it was to saddle her with a long egg-pregnancy. She had to feel it, as that urge – thanks to everyone around her trying to convince her – had become a nearly worshipful obsession, with her cunt clenching each time she saw Luka cum, wondering how that pearly, life-giving seed would feel erupting into her. Breeding her. She clamped down as tightly as she could, trying to make it happen.

Luka, just like his trainer, was awash in equal bliss. Though his imagination wasn't quite as vivid, he still shuddered as Ann's wet, warm, vice-like grip on his cock tightened. It had felt fantastic with a condom on, but without it, the sensation was almost indescribable. He could feel every inch of her in such intimate detail, how her pussy squeezed around him longingly each time he thrust back in, massaging his whole length. The warmth, too, was incredible. His knot was swelling, and he quivered with pleasure each time it pushed against Ann's lips. He thrust harder, feeling her slowly yield. Not enough to fully pop into her, not yet, but the tight squeeze against the most sensitive part of his body was nearly enough to make him cum. Almost.

He picked up the pace, pistoning into that wonderful, feminine heat as quickly and steadily as he could, pushing a little deeper with each powerful motion of his hips. It was so close, the moment that the Lucario had been fantasizing about ever since he'd first evolved from a Riolu and seen his trainer in lingerie in her bedroom. Doubly so after he'd first teased and convinced Ann to touch his cock to give him some relief. Now, in just a few thrusts – he could tell from how his beloved trainer was finally starting to stretch enough that he could almost tie with her – he'd have it. And he fully intended to make the most of the moment; to breed Ann with a healthy bellyful of Riolus.

Ann could only gasp as she felt Luka's knot push against her. Each insistent buck of Luka's hips forced it a little deeper. Once it was inside her, she wouldn't have a choice any longer. He wouldn't be able to pull out even if she told him to; all that warm cum that she'd seen him spurt out so many times would end up inside her instead, and as unlikely as it seemed, get her pregnant. The first trainer to try it with his or her Pokémon must've been surprised that it was even possible, but Ann had gone into it knowing full well what the result would be. That only made it all feel even naughtier, more perverted somehow, even if she truly loved her Lucario.

Twitch. He swelled inside her again. Ann grit her teeth, grinding her soaked slit back against Luka's heavy, almost fist-sized knot. She needed it.

“Breed me!" she gasped, closing her eyes in a bid to feel every moment of it, so she could remember it forever even when Luka wasn't by her side. She'd never had anyone – human or Pokémon – cum inside her unprotected, even if she'd fantasized about it for ages.

Ann opened her eyes and saw Luka with a look of intense concentration on his face, his ears folded and jaws clenched shut, every muscle in his body tense in the onset of climax as he thrust into her rapidly, a few more eager rutting bucks of his hips as he sought to hungrily satisfy his trainer's demand. He was almost fully inside her. Ann, following her instincts as much as her Pokémon was, wrapped her legs around his haunches and squeezed as tightly as she could in hopes of making his knot pop into her. They were both panting with exertion in that final moment before their fruitful climax, grinding against each other with an intensity beyond passion. Then, suddenly, Ann could feel herself open up. There was, at first, an immense sense of relief and fullness as her Lucario's knot was suddenly inside her rather than stretching her lips. A pleasurable ache along with a satisfied sense of completion.

Then, she felt a tremor shoot through Luka's entire body, pressed tightly against her. A quiver throughout his form, and then a pulse in his cock. This was it. Ann held her breath, and her legs squeezed even tighter, forcing that tapered tip snug against her cervix despite a dull ache that she barely even noticed. Luka grunted, giving into the pressure. How could he not, with how tightly Ann was clenching around him?

His cock flexed inside her, and then throbbed several times in rapid succession. The first of those pulses, Ann felt a subtle heat deep inside her, but it was feeling him pulse against her tautly stretched lips that she focused on. One, two, three… and that wet slickness inside her grew as more and more Lucario-cum jetted warmly into her, coating her cervix, no doubt oozing through it into her womb. It felt absolutely sublime; subtle, yes, but her mind amplified the sensations so she could practically see every thick white rope of seed as it erupted into it, firm and strong spurts at first, and then a weak oozing.

It was that building heat, heralding her impregnation, and perhaps the way Luka was grinding against her with little jerking motions that really set her off too. She didn't have the breath left to moan, instead only whimpering as she joined Luka in his climax, and yet, she rejoiced in that beautiful, overwhelming orgasm. Time seemed to move in slow motion, her focus entirely drawn to each spasm of her inner muscles, almost matching the rhythm of Luka's release. He throbbed, and in the moment between each pulse, she clenched around him, encouraging his cock to give up another squirt of his virile swimmers. All going where it belonged, in some sense of the word, despite their mismatched species.

He filled her to the point that she felt almost bloated, utterly full of her Lucario's warm, potent cum, not a drop of it escaping her thanks to his knot sealing their union. It was, perhaps, a small preview of how being pregnant might feel, though she'd be far fuller in a few months. A final twinge of satisfaction made her shudder as she imagined Luka's swimmers claiming her eggs. It felt far, far better than she'd have imagined it would.

Eventually, though – with her underneath and him on top – the moment began to feel a little awkward, since neither could escape constantly staring at each other due to their tie, as they waited for his knot to deflate once more. Ann already knew she wanted it inside her again, and again, as she began to feel woefully empty despite the cum slowly drooling out of her. Finally, he managed to pull out, and she giggled at the sensation as they shared a quick but passionate kiss, tongues dangling in the fading embers of bliss.

A brief nap later, and soon after Ann had recovered, she called Jessica again.

“Did you do it?" her friend asked excitedly, as if reading her mind. Am I really that easy to read?

“…yep, sure did," Ann replied, squirming a little in her seat and rubbing her thighs together, still feeling the slippery warmth of Luka's seed inside her. That sensation only threatened to make her get excited again.

“Well, tell me everything! How did it feel? Are you full of eggs yet?" Jessica prodded. “…and are you going to let him do it again?"

It'd be a long, circular conversation, but for all her words, the ultimate answer was yes. In fact, even as Ann spoked with Jessica, Luka had evidently started feeling horny again, as she soon felt his stiff cock press against her back. He was revitalized, that was for sure, and eager for seconds. Probably thirds, as well, to make sure.

“You'll have to get him to pick out some sexy underwear for you, later, hun. You wouldn't believe how excited it gets some of them… and you'll need a new bra once you get all milky anyway," Jessica teased, and between her words and Luka's grinding, she quickly had to excuse herself and hang up.

Her Lucario pulled her hips up and positioned himself behind her, already thrusting eagerly. At least he'd be a lot more motivated from now. Not to mention so wet with her juices that fire attacks would hardly be a problem. Ann couldn't help but giggle as she thrust back at Luka, offering her cum-sullied pussy for Luka once more. Luka sank into her slippery, welcoming depths with a mutual, stuttering groan of joy.