Gooey
#1 of Personal Work
A certain Braixen witch loves to linger in the wetlands of Kalos, spending days at a time amid the rain with her favorite gooey friend. This is one such afternoon spent between the two.
(My Braixen, though a hermaphrodite, prefers female pronouns!)
Contains graphic sex between a Goodra and Braixen, please don't read if it's illegal to do so or if such content makes you squeamish! Pokemon is property of Nintendo and Game Freak, characters are my own.
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"Hnng. You tease." She shuddered with delight as purple goo matted violet fur, the Goodra's tongue dragging over her sensitive neck as she leaned back in his lap. His gooey hands molested her much smaller body, leaving trails of deliciously cool rivulets of his slime clinging in his wake. Cleaning up was going to be a bitch later, but right at that moment, the Braixen couldn't care less. Her hands eased down between her legs to stroke the fat dragon cock she was straddling, teasing his tip and coaxing his sticky pre to ooze from the slit onto her eager paws.
She felt him tensing under her, his thick arms surrounding her as he reached down to join his paws with hers, adjusting their grip to hold her own canine cock against his. She shuddered with delight as he guided their hands up and down, leaning in to seize her muzzle in a sloppy kiss as they frotted together. His tongue pressed her lips for entrance, and she opened her maw willingly to his intrusion. She cooed at the familiar taste of his tongue as it filled her mouth, the taste of Razz Berries that he somehow always carried.
Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his arms wrap snugly around her waist, pulling her tight against him as he adjusted himself. Her body shuddered as she felt his cool spire grind teasingly against her damp and needy sex, the prehensile length grinding his goo into her most intimate areas as he all but made her beg for it. The sensation of that sloppy tip parting her made her light-headed, her legs splaying wider of their own accord as he coaxed his way into her, her own drooling cock throbbing needily as he lowered her down.
Nothing ever filled her half as well as the Goodra did. The way his unique member stretched her, conforming to her inner walls as his body relearned all her most intimate details, left her breathless under his control. A shuddering sigh passed between their muzzles as he pressed against her cervix, her pussy spread lewdly around him with still have of his cock outside of her. A moment passed as he allowed her to adjust, savoring the intimacy of the moment before their lips parted. A moment where their eyes met with equal part affection and lust as the saliva bridging their tongues thinned and snapped as they parted. His paw wrapped around her comparatively small member, teasing her as she pressed back against his gooey body.
The first thrust made her cry out in ecstasy, his member doing all the work as he busied his hands once more teasing her slender body. The gelatinous breeding spire seemed to keep snug to her pleasantly stretched walls even as it pushed in and out of her, every movement accompanied by a deliciously slick sound as her nectar mixed with his body's natural slime. The scent of their mixed pheromones was a heady one, a canine in heat amid the scent of a coming storm. Her paws grasped what she could of him, eyes locked on the way he is hands roamed her body, often drawn back to her belly as his motions bulged her a little more each time.
When he first pierced her cervix, she felt her first climax shake her to the core, a low howl of pleasure driven from her throat as her body convulsed and milked his pliable cock. The Goodra gave no ground though, milking her cock in kind as he ground himself all the deeper into her achingly willing body. Feeling his cool length so deep into her was such a contrast to the inner warmth of her body, a feeling nothing else in the world quite matched for the Fire-type, and she loved every second. Her lips parted willingly for his sloppy paw, equal parts of his goo and her own spunk coating her tongue as he worked the digits in and out of her greedy muzzle. Her second climax wasn't far behind, dragged from her still-shaking form as he finally hilted her fully. It was, at least in that moment, the best feeling in the world to be so completely filled, to feel the lips of her sex kissing the root of his shaft each time he thrust into her.
Whines of protest passed her lips as he pulled out of her, silenced quickly as he laid her out in the soft grass below them. In a moment he was over her, his bulk filling her vision as he knelt down and took her once more. The new angle left her moaning uncontrollably as he took charge of his movements, her legs pushed up against her chest as he aggressively rutted her small form into the ground. It was the best kind of torture, being so dominated while her body was raw from two back-to-back climaxes, aching for a release it couldn't yet handle as every nerve sang out in both joy and protest. Her claws dug into the soft dirt, grasping uselessly for something to brace herself even as she thrashed beneath him.
She knew he had to be getting close, his pace speeding up as he filled the clearing with the sound of his urgency. Her voice egged him on, loud pleas begging him not to stop as her third orgasm raced his first. He was closer, pre oozing into her overstuffed body like a river as he braced himself over her, muzzle contorting as he tried to hold out. His roar of pleasure was music to her ears as he lost the fight, forcing his hips flush with hers as his first ropes of seed splashed into her waiting womb. She sobbed her pleasure out to him as he bloated her belly with his copious release before pulling out, grinding his still-spurting spire against her already-sloppy body and coating her in the cool goo. The sensation drove her over the edge, and even as she seized his tip in her muzzle she felt herself cum, hips grinding her cock against his much larger length as she shot her own spunk between them. For that moment, there was nothing but the haze of bliss between them as she sucked down every drop she could of him, relishing in the mess they made.
When he finally collapsed beside her, the earth itself seemed to shake with the force of his impact. Both of them lay there for a long while, dazed and breathing hard, half-lidded eyes meeting and matching goofy grins covering their muzzles. They cuddled up together with some effort, her small form fitting comfortably against his large body as she felt sleep starting to overcome her. The last thing she could recall as they drifted off was the feeling of the first drops of rain, a blissfully cool sensation she had become all too familiar with and a welcome feeling as he moved to cover her with his tail.