A Friend in Need
Nidoking's been a favorite Pokemon of mine for a long time, and so has Kangaskhan, so I thought: why not put 'em together? The result is this: a really long lemon, with lots of sticky goodness. Contains Nidoking [M] solo (imagined Nidoking [M] x Nidoqueen [F]) followed by Nidoking [M] x Kangaskhan [F].
(Fun fact: a long, long time ago, this began as a Nidoking/Sandshrew fic, in homage to TwilightStormshi's Takashi/Burr pairing. Go [read it](%5C)!)
"And last but not least..." Jason pulled the last Pokeball from his belt. "Come on out, Tyrone."
There was a burst of red light, and a few moments later there stood the last of the team: a Nidoking, about seven feet tall, looking fit and healthy. The Pokemon blinked once or twice, adjusting to his surroundings, then spotted his trainer. "Nido," he grumbled happily.
"Hey bud." He tossed over an apple, which Tyrone caught. "Come join us, we're having lunch."
"Mareep!" chimed in a voice to his left.
Jason chuckled. "Don't worry, Claire, there's plenty for you too. And everyone else, of course." With that, he tipped over his travel bag, letting a collection of fruit and berries spill onto the ground. His team spent little time gathering round and laying claim to the food, the stash quickly divvied up between 'mon.
Tyrone watched with some amusement as the youngest member of the team, a Munchlax, swooped in and devoured the remainder of the pile before he could take a share, leaving the Nidoking with just the apple he'd been given. It wasn't much, but he wasn't all that hungry yet, and he could always find more to eat later. Tyrone took a seat on the ground next to Jason, taking a loud bite out of the fruit and grinning pointedly over at his trainer.
"You're welcome," said Jason, turning to face his friend -- then forced to look upwards in order to make eye contact. He chuckled. "Man, I keep forgetting that you evolved again. I dunno if I'm ever going to get used to you being bigger than me."
Tyrone nodded. He'd been a Nidorino until just a few weeks ago, and the change was something he was still getting accustomed to, as well. He'd been spending lots of time lately honing his attacks, learning how to move with his increased bulk, practicing new moves until they were second nature.
Speaking of which.... "King?" he asked, looking to his trainer.
Jason shook his head. "No, no official training today. I need some time to think strategy about next week's gym battle, so you guys are free to roam for the afternoon."
Tyrone grunted his understanding. He'd have to go work on his own, then. Swallowing the last bite of his meal, the Nidoking climbed to his feet, brushing the dirt off his body.
"Be back for dinner, alright?"
"Nido," he replied affirmatively, nodding. He gave a quick wave -- a strange habit he had picked up from his trainer -- and turned to leave, trudging off into the forest.
As the happy chatter of the group faded away into the background, Tyrone allowed his mind to drift and his body to wander aimlessly through the trees, no particular destination in mind. It wasn't often he had a chance to be alone with his thoughts, and walking around on his own was a refreshing change. Cathartic, even. Not that he didn't love spending time with the whole team -- they were like family, after all -- but spend enough time with anyone and it got a bit stifling. Alone time could be nice. It was an opportunity for reflection...among other things.
The Nidoking blushed. That was one of the real advantages of a day off, of course -- a chance to get away and take care of personal business. Being part of a group was wonderful, thought Tyrone, but nonetheless, Nidokings had certain..."urges" that couldn't be fulfilled in polite company. It wasn't that there weren't any females on the team (there were), or that none of them had reached mating age yet (they had). It was just rather difficult to slip away from one's trainer for some private time. Time that wasn't spent in the Pokeball was usually spent battling, or training, or else just relaxing with the team. It was a reality he had learned to deal with in the past, first as a Nidoran and then again as a Nidorino, but now that he had reached his final form those urges were stronger than ever.
Besides, even if he could get past that, now there was the issue of size. Jason had raised him from a baby Nidoran into a strong, impressive Nidoking: one who was easily twice as large as anyone else on the team. Mating just wasn't a physical possibility anymore. Not that that had stopped Tyrone from wanting to mate with a few of his teammates -- just because they were smaller didn't mean they weren't attractive. That, combined with his inability to get away for some solo time, had recently left the male frustrated...very frustrated.
Thus why the Nidoking was more than a little eager for this opportunity to creep away from the group. Tyrone made sure to put some solid distance between himself and the others, cutting his way deep into the forest before stumbling onto a small clearing. The short expanse of grass was surrounded by thick shrubbery, with a large boulder set in the center. Perfect, he thought, walking up to the stone. With a quick glance around to make sure no one else had followed him, Tyrone sat down and leaned back against the boulder, enjoying the heat of the rock against his bare skin. After taking a moment to soak in the sun, he carefully spread his legs, glancing down at his package.
Arceus, it's been a long time, he thought, reaching down to examine himself. He wrapped a paw around his limp shaft, giving it an experimental squeeze and shivering at the burst of sensation that followed. With the other paw he cupped his balls, swollen with seed, rolling the heavy orbs between his fingers. I must have a gallon in here, he thought, weighing the twin spheres in his palm.Â
Satisfied that he was alone, the male's thoughts quickly took a turn for the pornographic, as he finally allowed his hormones to run wild. Thoughts of several teammates flashed through his head, though he quickly set them aside. He'd spent enough time fantasizing about that group -- this time, he wanted something he could actually fuck. Behind closed eyes he could envision a proper mate, a female his own size to lay with. His imagination flipped through several possibilities -- a Lapras, a Dragonite, a Tyranitar -- before finally settling on the old tried-and-true: a Nidoqueen. With a happy groan he slouched back against the wall, his length stiffening in his grip as an image began forming in his head. It'd been a while since he'd jerked to one of his own, and his cock seemed eager for the opportunity, pulsing needily as he began to stroke himself.
He could picture her on her knees in front of him: picture her rounded curves, the arc of her hips and the swell of her breasts, driving him to new heights of arousal. It had always been the breasts that captivated him most -- just as evolution intended it, he supposed. In his mind he was reaching out to grope at her generous chest; now she was moaning appreciatively, reaching down with a paw to stroke at her slit. Tyrone throbbed at the thought, but things were just getting started. Now she was licking her lips; now she was bending down; now she was moving in to swallow the thick shaft between his legs--
The Nidoking moaned aloud, a spurt of pre leaping from the tip of his engorged cock to splatter across his belly. Arceus, it had been too long -- at this rate, he wouldn't last more than a few minutes. Already his balls were drawn tight against his body, preparing to unleash their mighty load. The male reached down with his free paw to pull gently at the twin orbs, trying to delay the inevitable for a little while longer.
In his mind, of course, it was the Nidoqueen, rubbing his cum-swollen balls as she nursed at his pride, trying to coax out his seed. She was most of the way down his length now, straightening her neck to accommodate the last few inches until her nose just touched up against his groin. She stopped there for a moment, sliding her tongue along the underside of his shaft, before slowly withdrawing his cock from her mouth, the tip springing from her lips with a quiet pop. Softly she planted a kiss on the head of his engorged member -- earning a grunt and another shot of pre that painted the male's chest.
Tyrone knew he couldn't hold out for much longer now -- it was time for the main event. The female sat up, grabbing his needy erection in her paw to hold it steady. Tyrone tensed at the sensation of her skin on his, inhaling as the Nidoqueen gave the length a firm squeeze. Gently he brought a hand to her bare hip, where he grabbed her firmly, fingers digging into the familiar flesh. As he watched she lifted herself up, positioning herself above him, easing downwards until the tip of his cock just brushed against her entrance.
She was warm and wet, and it was all the male could do not to just buck upwards and take her all at once -- but he held back, heart pounding as she began to move again. He heard her gasp lightly as he began to slide in, her body shuddering at the sudden sensation of fullness, her walls clamping down around the massive intruder. Down she went, his length sinking into her inch by inch. Both of his paws now gripped her waist tightly, guiding her descent down his swollen pole...until finally he was in, surrounded, his length pulsing with a restrained desire. The Nidoqueen sat there for a moment, looking down at him with a lazy smile, before placing her paws on his chest and lifting herself upwards once more. A moan bubbled from Tyrone's mouth as she rose and fell, the last few inches of his cock reappearing for a moment before being swallowed again by her warm, wet tunnel. And then again...and again...and again, her pattern picking up speed with each thrust until her breasts were bouncing on her chest, her cries growing louder as the Nidoking's pride slammed in and out of her sex...
A short walk away, a Kangaskhan reached up to pluck a berry from a tree, slipping it carefully into her pouch. Lots of Pecha this time of year, Kara mused, grabbing another off the branch. A little boring, but at least there's food on the table.
The forest seemed unusually quiet this morning -- though that might have been because she'd left her daughter asleep at home. It certainly made berry-picking a whole lot easier, without an extra twenty pounds weighing her down...and now she could put the food in her pouch without worrying that half of it would be gone by the time she finished. Not that she had ever really minded. After all, it was hard to spend so much time collecting berries without eating at least a few.
Speaking of which, she thought, looking hungrily at the berry she had just picked, I'd say it's about time for a lunch break. The clearing up ahead was always nice -- maybe she'd go relax for a bit. After all, she was making good time, and it was only a few minutes out of the way.
The male's fist was a blur now, pistoning up and down his aching shaft at an almost frantic speed. His head rolled back with a throaty groan as he gripped his Nidohood, feeling every bump and vein throbbing against his hand, his rod like a bar of iron. His Nidoqueen was close, too -- her gasps were shallower, her movements more frenzied, her body milking him for all he was worth.
He could tell his orgasm was approaching from the way his leg muscles tensed, his toeclaws digging lines into the ground. He felt his cock twitching in his fingers, about to burst; felt his balls rising, weeks of pent-up hormones finally ready to fire--
"Oh!"
The male froze and his eyes flew open to find an unfamiliar Kangaskhan standing in front of him, a half-eaten berry in one paw. Her mouth hung halfway open in surprise, her eyes focused half in shock, half in curiosity on the foot of Nidoking meat still clasped in his paw.
"Ah!" Tyrone spluttered, both paws flying to his crotch in a feeble effort to hide his endowment. He scrambled to gather his thoughts. "I, uh...this isn't...!" The male fought to keep his voice steady and suppress a moan as his cock twitched, aching for one last stroke to send him over the edge.
The Kangaskhan, too, was at a loss. "I-I'm sorry, I was just..."Â The female tried to look up at the Nidoking's face, but found herself unable to take her eyes off of the purple length throbbing angrily between his legs. "I didn't...realize you were here."
"Oh! Oh." Tyrone followed the female's gaze down to his Nidohood and blushed, adjusting his hands. "That's...I mean...listen, I'm sorry--"
"No, no," she interrupted quickly, "it's...you don't have to--"
"But it's not--"
"Yeah, I...yeah."
An awkward silence hung in the air for a moment, neither 'mon sure of what to say. Tyrone looked down at the dirt, wishing he could somehow disappear, or at least get rid of the pole still sitting in his lap. His embarrassment was taking him down from the edge pretty fast, but he was still painfully hard, and facing down an attractive female certainly didn't help. Bad enough that he couldn't find a real female to fuck -- this just added insult to injury.
Kara found herself similarly flustered, though perhaps for a different reason. Despite herself, the Kangaskhan was unable to tear her attention away from the male's cock, watching the veins in his member pulse with arousal. I could think of a few places to stick that thing, she mused, several dirty thoughts flashing through her imagination before she shook her head. Oh Arceus, girl, get a hold of yourself. Has it been that long since you got laid?
Finally the male started to rise. "I should probably just go--"
"Wait!"
The Nidoking was startled. "What?"
Kara blushed -- she'd yelled out without even thinking. Still...maybe this train of thought was worth following. She took a breath to steady herself. "Why don't you...stay a while?"
Tyrone blinked. "I'm sorry?"
"Here." The Kangaskhan fished around in her pouch for a moment before producing a round blue fruit and tossing it towards the male. "Have a berry."
The Nidoking caught it reflexively, surprised by the kind gesture. It was somewhat disarming, this abrupt change in conversation -- certainly it made him feel less awkward. "Uh...thanks. Are you sure?"
Kara smiled, putting on the friendliest face she could. "Relax, alright? I've been picking berries by myself all morning -- I could use some company. You seem like a nice enough guy."
"Oh." Tyrone looked cautiously at the Oran berry he'd been given, turning it in his paws. "A-...Alright, I guess."
"It's not poisoned, I promise. At least not as far as I know." Kara moved a few steps closer before taking a seat next to the Nidoking, leaning back against the same rock he'd been leaning on. She retrieved another berry from her pouch, this time taking a bite herself and making a small noise of approval. "Mmph." She grinned. "Yeah, definitely the real thing."
Her enthusiasm helped relax the tension even further, and Tyrone couldn't help but grin along with her as he bit into his own berry. The flavor was surprisingly strong, sweet and tangy, and the juice parched a thirst he hadn't realized he had. Damn, thought the male, glancing at the berry in his paw, I need to stop eating processed crap and have this stuff more often. With enthusiasm he took another bite, savoring the mouthful of fruit as it slid down his throat.
Still, he wasn't exactly comfortable yet. The Nidoking was doing his best to play it cool, but the length between his legs was still mostly hard, giving off an insistent throb in protest of its interrupted climax. From the feel of things, it wouldn't be going away for some time, especially not with a good-looking member of the opposite sex sitting just a few feet away. The Kangaskhan seemed to have turned a blind eye to it, though, so he did his best to ignore the problem and enjoy the strange twist of events.
Of course, Kara was in fact quite interested in her new companion's Nidohood, even if she was careful not to show it. For the time being, she contented herself with watching its occasional twitchings out of the corner of her eye while she pondered how to make her move. Finally the Kangaskhan looked up and glanced over at the male, just in time to watch him scarf down the last of his berry.
"There's more where that came from, if you're still hungry."
"Oh no, I couldn't," Tyrone replied, wiping his lips with the back of a paw. "That was delicious, though. Thanks."
"You sure? I've got more than I can carry right now." To illustrate she began emptying her pouch, a mass of bright colors tumbling out and forming a pile between the two of them. "Seriously, you'd be doing me a favor."
The male chuckled. "Heh -- alright then." He grabbed another off the top of the pile, bright pink this time.
The Kangaskhan smiled. "So what's your name?" she asked, reaching for another berry of her own.
"Tyrone," he replied, taking a bite from his Pecha berry. "Yours?"
"Kara," she answered. "Nice to meet you."
"Same." Tyrone took a moment to swallow. "You live nearby?"
The female nodded. "Yeah, a little ways away. It's a pretty quiet area -- just me and my daughter, for the most part. She's home asleep right now. She stayed up so late last night -- I didn't have the heart to wake her up this morning."
Tyrone smiled. "How old is she?"
"A little over a year, now. She's starting to get too big for the pouch." Kara smiled as well, looking down and patting her stomach. "Soon I'll have to start teaching her how to battle." The Kangaskhan glanced over at the male. "What about you -- what are you doing in this neck of the woods, Tyrone? I haven't met a Nido out here since I was a kid."
"Oh." The Nidoking scratched his head. "I'm a trained 'mon, actually, passing through with my human."
Immediately Kara shifted, growing more tense.
"Oh no no," Tyrone explained quickly, "my trainer's nowhere nearby -- he let me out for the day. You don't have to worry."
The Kangaskhan relaxed slightly. "Ah. Okay. So then...he just lets you run wild? How does he know you won't bolt?"
Tyrone laughed. "Oh, he knows there's no way I'd leave. We've been together for way too long. He raised me from a Nidoran -- I was his first Pokemon. We've climbed mountains, crossed oceans, beat the Johto league together--"
"Oh wow," Kara commented, raising an eyebrow. "So you two have been through a lot."
"Yeah. I know he's human, but he's like a brother or something. We just trust each other."
"That's...kinda cool, actually." Kara folded her arms across her stomach, having finished the last of her meal. "Well then, what are doing on your big day off? You gotta have some plans, right?"
"Actually, not really. I wandered through the woods for a while 'til I ended up here, and then...uh." The Nidoking blushed, folding his paws in his lap. "Well, um, you saw what I was up to."
"Oh. Right." The female shook her head. "Listen, don't worry about that, alright? It's just sex; it shouldn't be a big deal."
"The problem is that it's not sex," grumbled Tyrone under his breath.
"What?"
"Nothing," he replied, quickly covering. "I know, it shouldn't be a big deal, but I'm still sorry about earlier. I just...I didn't realize you'd be joining me."
"Like I said, don't worry about it." Kara gave the Nidoking's shoulder a friendly squeeze, trying to soothe his nerves. "Besides, I'd be lying if I said you weren't kinda cute."
Tyrone blushed profusely, his cheeks growing uncomfortably warm. "C-...Cute? Seriously? Couldn't I at least be, y'know, attractive or something?"
"Oh, you were that too, don't worry." The Kangaskhan gave him a sly look, leaning back against the rock. "I must say, I'm surprised you're out here alone with a rod like that."
Tyrone hadn't thought it was possible to be any more embarrassed, but apparently it was. "Yeah well, uh," he said, coughing to clear his throat, "y-y'know. Not a lot of girls my size. Not on my team, anyway."
"Mmm, that's true." Kara paused for a moment, considering her next words. She gazed up at the trees, watching the leaves sway in the warm breeze. "Well, what about me?"
"What?"
"What about me?" she repeated, turning to face him. She smiled. "You want some help?"
He blinked. "Help?"
The female bit her lip playfully. "Y'know." She gave a pointed look at the Nidoking's crotch. "Help."
Tyrone was shocked silent for a moment, unsure of how to respond...though his cock leapt at the thought of the alluring Kangaskhan sitting right in front of him. Instinctively his hands moved to cover himself. "I-...that is--" he stuttered, fumbling through his reply. "Um."
Kara giggled. "Come on -- a male like you needs a female." She moved from her seated position onto her knees, sitting back on her heels. "A female like me. You know you want to."
As he looked at the female, there was no denying what the Nidoking wanted. Tyrone didn't even have to look to know she was gorgeous, but despite himself he found his gaze drifting from the Kangaskhan's brown eyes down to her ample breasts -- his weakness, as always. He could feel his shaft returning to its former stiffness as he took in the rest of her body as well, his eyes tracing soft curves that just begged to be touched.
Still, some of his uncertainty remained. "Are you sure?" he asked, forcing his gaze back up to meet hers.
"Of course I'm sure, silly. It's just some afternoon fun, right?" They both hesitated for a moment, and then Kara crawled cautiously forward, narrowing the gap between them. She placed a paw on the Nidoking's thigh, giving what she hoped was a reassuring squeeze. "Come on -- lemme see."
Tyrone swallowed nervously, pausing for a moment, then gave a little nod. Slowly he let his hands drop to his sides, exposing himself to the Kangaskhan.
Kara inhaled involuntarily as she got her first unimpaired look at the Nidoking's pride: it was a huge, thick piece of meat, jutting proudly from the male's crotch. Well somebody's gifted, she thought happily, drawing her knees together in response to the increasing warmth between her thighs. She inched closer, sliding her paw further up Tyrone's thigh and causing the Nidoking to squirm a bit in response. Beneath his member sat an equally impressive set of testicles, like two plump berries in his purple pouch. The female slid her tongue across her teeth as she appraised her new friend's assets, taking a moment to simply admire the view.
Tyrone, on the other hand, misinterpreted her pause as hesitation, concern creeping into his expression. "You know, you don't have to do this if you don't want toooo_oooOOoo_--"
The Kangaskhan looked up at the male with a grin as she finished dragging her tongue up the underside of his cock, feeling it pulse with arousal as she flicked across the head. "Oh, don't you worry. I'm damn sure I want this."
The Nidoking began to stutter a reply but was interrupted by another lick from Kara's rough tongue, letting out a feral groan as she lapped at his straining maleness. Arceus, it had been so long since someone had touched him like that...lucky his embarrassment had brought him down from the edge, thought Tyrone, or he'd already be done by now. The Nidoking quivered in place, trying to distract himself by focusing on something other than the busty female running her tongue along his shaft...
Meanwhile, the Kangaskhan continued her exploration of his cock, wrapping her fingers around the base and giving the length a firm squeeze. She stopped licking for a moment, pumping the shaft for a few slow strokes and watching it twitch in approval. I forgot how satisfying it is to make a male moan, she thought to herself, smirking. She glanced up at her partner, who was slumped back against the rock with his eyes closed, chest rising and falling as he panted. Let's see if I can't make him squirm a bit, too.
The Nidoking gasped as he was suddenly surrounded by a muzzle -- not his imaginary Nidoqueen, but a real muzzle, warm and wet, suckling on his thick pride. "Oh Arceus," he breathed, melting as she took him deeper into her mouth. The flood of pleasurable sensations was overwhelming. He shuddered, reaching down and placing a paw on the Kangaskhan's head as she slid her tongue along the twitching length. "Kara," he moaned, scratching appreciatively at one of the female's ears, "this is...mmph."
Kara grinned around her mouthful, mumbling back some kind of acknowledgement. The female was enjoying herself as well -- already she could feel the wetness between her thighs, her need growing with each passing second. Her free paw slipped downwards to rub at her swollen folds, stoking the fire inside her as she continued to work the length in her mouth.
Her change in activity didn't escape Tyrone's notice, however, and the Nidoking suddenly realized the inherent unfairness of the situation. "Wait, K-Ka...ha...Kara, wait." Gently he pushed her away, forcing her head away from his crotch.
Reluctantly the Kangaskhan came up on his member, inch after inch reappearing into the open air until the tip slipped from between her lips with a quiet 'pop'. She looked up at him, confused. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong, it's just--" Tyrone tried not to be distracted by her hot breath on his erection. "--I wanna help you too. Why don't you -- here, come lie down on top of me, would you?"
Kara smiled as the Nidoking changed his position, moving so that he could lie flat on the ground. "I like the way you think," she answered, curling her paw around the base of his cock once more. "Sixty-nine it is." The Kangaskhan crawled a few steps, turning herself around so that she faced her partner's feet, then lifted one leg and brought it over his body, straddling the male's upper chest. Carefully she stretched herself out, making sure her tongue was in reach of the Nidoking's pride and lowering her rear until her sex was just inches from his muzzle.
Tyrone could feel his pulse quicken as the female presented him with her slit, already glistening from her own arousal. For a moment he tried just to enjoy the view, but the pheromones -- Arceus, the pheromones! There was nothing quite like the smell of a female: that inimitable haze of chemicals which now filled his nostrils, flooding his system with instinctual impulses. Without a second thought Tyrone craned his head upwards, delivering an eager lick across the Kangaskhan's entrance.
From her kneeling position Kara let out an appreciative whine, unprepared for the sudden spike in stimulation. It had been a long time since she'd felt anything but her own paws, so the tongue now being dragged sensuously across her treasure was...well, it was a lot to handle. She shuddered as the male brushed against her button before pulling back, preparing for another long lick. Arceus, it was almost too good. It took a conscious effort to refocus her attention on the stiff length bobbing in front of her, still throbbing needily in the open air, but nonetheless she bent forward, closing her lips around it...
The Nidoking moaned as he felt himself swallowed once more, his claws scratching lines in the dirt as Kara curled her tongue around his cock. There was no way he was going to last much longer at this rate, with his balls already aching for release -- he'd have to step up his game if he wanted to properly return the favor. Tyrone continued to press his muzzle up against the female's sex, running his tongue along the Kangaskhan's outer folds, dragging teasingly across her clit, occasionally darting inwards to drink more deeply of her juices. Meanwhile, his paws moved to grab her rear: one kneading her firm behind, the other wrapping around the base of her tail, gently squeezing and stroking the sensitive flesh.
The Kangaskhan tried not to tense up as her partner worked away at her nether regions,
dedicating herself to the task already at hand. Still, she couldn't help but squirm when he began playing with her tail, arching her back and letting out a muffled "mmph" around the length in her muzzle. Kara was forced to come up for a breath, her paw returning to the Nidoking's pride. She gave it a few short strokes before bending down again, giving the male a long, slow lick from base to tip before swallowing his member once more.
"Ah!" Tyrone gasped, trying not to buck his hips too hard, but it was quickly becoming too much. His words were muffled by the Kangaskhan's sex as he continued to lap at her entrance, tonguetip dancing across her folds even as his eyes slid shut in ecstasy. "Oh Arceus, I'm close--"
So am I, thought Kara, fighting to maintain focus as the Nidoking continued his assault on her sex. She trembled as he traced lightly along her clit, sending a shiver of arousal through her frame. Every instinct she had was telling her to ignore all else and just start grinding...though if she didn't focus on what was in her mouth, she was liable to choke to death. It was time to end it. With a moment to steel herself, Kara redoubled her efforts on the male's cock, mouth and tongue working to coax out his spunk, her paws massaging his heavy balls. She swallowed another inch, and another, taking the length into her throat until there was no space left, and sucked like her life depended on it.
Her approach had the intended effect. The purple length gave one last forceful twitch before the Nidoking let loose with a shout, firing a thick rope of seed down the Kangaskhan's throat. Kara was able to swallow down the first few shots before letting the male slip from her muzzle and into her paw, where she continued to pump the throbbing pole. Tyrone moaned loudly beneath her as he fired several more spurts into the air, the last of his long-overdue orgasm splashing across the female's muzzle and upper chest. Kara ran her tongue across her lips. Hmm...not bad, honestly.
Tyrone's cock continued to jerk occasionally, delivering a few last strings of Nidoking seed that painted Kara's paw before he finally came to a stop, breathing heavily. On top of him, the Kangaskhan grinned, taking the opportunity to run a finger along his spent length and watch the purple pole twitch in response. Kara took a moment to enjoy the exhausted, happy male lying beneath her, allowing herself to relax -- and thus was doubly surprised when Tyrone suddenly resumed his ministrations with a renewed fervor. "Oh fuck," she gasped, tensing as the Nidoking's tongue slipped back inside her, "Oh, you...mmph!"
Tyrone merely grinned, paws gripping the female's rear tightly so that he could lick as deeply as possible. He probed the inner walls of her sex, drinking in her juices as she writhed on top of him, kneading her tail in one paw in order to further pleasure the Kangaskhan.
Kara just moaned and pressed back against the Nidoking, eyelids fluttering at the sensation. She tried to anchor herself against the wave of stimulation, claws digging into the dirt, but it was useless -- she was unprepared to handle this kind of attack. It didn't take long for the feeling to rise inside of her. "Tyrone, you--Ah!--"
Tyrone prepared himself as the female's thighs drew tight around his head, just as her sex clamped down forcefully on his tongue. The Kangaskhan let out a yowl as she climaxed, rolling her hips against the Nidoking's muzzle, her body shaking at the welcome flood of sensation. Tyrone's eyes widened in surprise as her sex tried to pull his tongue out by the root, forcing him to lick even deeper, craning his neck to reach her innermost depths. Still, he continued to do his best to return the favor, squeezing the twin globes of her behind as she rode out her orgasm. As her body's grip gradually relaxed, the Nidoking pulled back to give another long lick along the length of her entrance, making the female arch her back and cry out once more. He continued lapping at her folds for a few more seconds, Kara contorting in pleasure, until finally--
"Ah! Stop, stop," she groaned, forcing the male's head away from her crotch and rolling off to the side. The Kangaskhan lay there panting on her back, letting off a strong shudder as her body worked through a few final spasms. It took a moment for the female to gather her thoughts. "A-Arceus. You're going to wear me out at that rate."
Tyrone grinned, still basking in his own afterglow as he caught his breath. "I...I aim to please." He glanced over beside him, a tired grin plastered across his muzzle.
Kara allowed herself a few more seconds to cool down before rolling back onto her stomach, planting her paws on the ground and climbing to her knees. "Well, you did pretty well for yourself, then," she replied, grinning back. She crawled forward a few steps, until she was looking down at her partner. "Though I hope we're not done yet."
The Nidoking looked up at the female kneeling by his side, still breathing heavily. "Don't worry, I've got more where that came from. Just--...just give me a minute."
"Sure." She bent down to plant a quick kiss on his cheek. "Let me know when you're ready."
Tyrone blushed at the affectionate gesture, but relaxed as the Kangaskhan lay down next to him, pressing her body up against his side. He felt a strange sort of bubbly warmth as she set her head on his chest, the female glancing up to meet his gaze once more before letting her eyes slide shut. The Nidoking watched her rise and fall on his chest for a moment before closing his own eyes, wondering if it wouldn't be such a bad idea just to snooze the afternoon away...
The couple lay there for a minute, both happily exhausted, but it was only a momentary respite. Kara opened her eyes again as she felt something bump against her leg, blinking once or twice in confusion before her muzzle split into a grin. Playfully the Kangaskhan rubbed back against the stiffening rod, earning a quiet groan from Tyrone.
"Somebody's eager," she commented, glancing downwards.
"Heh...hard not to be with someone like you around." The Nidoking shivered as he felt her paw circle around his length once more, sliding down to squeeze at the base. "You wanna...?"
"Yeah," she replied, "just a sec."
Tyrone just lay back and watched as the female climbed to her knees, moving herself to a more suitable position astride his lap. She took a moment to settle herself, ensuring she was comfortable before turning her attention back to the rod now rubbing up against her stomach. She gave the length a few patient strokes as she waited for it to return to its former hardness. It didn't take much, though -- one look at the Kangaskhan straddling his waist, her chest already streaked with his his seed, and Tyrone was more than ready to go.
Kara continued her slow handjob for a few more moments. "Have you done this before?" she asked curiously.
"A few times," he answered. "Though...not since I evolved, actually."
"Well then." Kara grinned, wrapping a paw once more around the base of his shaft. "Allow me to do the honors." With that the female rose once more to her knees, lifting her hips and shifting forward a bit, this time using her hand to guide her partner's throbbing Nidohood. She let out a quiet murmur of appreciation as his head rubbed up against the lips of her sex, pressing teasingly against her entrance. Beneath her Tyrone grunted, fighting the urge to just buck upwards.
She exhaled. "Ready?"
"Yeah," he breathed.
Kara smiled and took one more look at the thick length beneath her before she started to lower herself onto the Nidoking, a brief moment of resistance between the two bodies before the head of Tyrone's cock slipped inside her. Her eyes slid shut as she sunk down on the first few inches of his Nidohood, her paws planted on his stomach for support.
"Ohh." Tyrone felt his chest muscles tense, his breath catching in his throat as the Kangaskhan slid carefully down his shaft, and couldn't help but push upwards to meet her, a short thrust of the hips that brought the Kangashkhan even further down his member. His claws curled at the silky warmth that enveloped his Nidohood, her tight walls gripping his length. Oh, this was heavenly.
Kara gasped as she was introduced to several more inches of the Nidoking's pride, her back arching involuntarily in response. It had been ages since she'd actually taken anything so large, and already this was so much -- almost too much. She let out a quiet groan as she dropped another inch, her sex spread wide by her partner's girth. "Arceus!" she groaned, muscles twitching with exertion. "You're...bigger than I realized."
"S-sorry," Tyrone grunted.
"D-don't be," she answered back. "I just...need to get used to it." The female took a few deep breaths, willing herself to relax. Slowly she continued her descent down the Nidoking's pole, the last few inches disappearing bit by bit until she came to rest atop the male, her hips flush with his. The Kangaskhan let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding, pausing to let her body grow more accustomed to the intruder.
It was difficult to concentrate on anything with the warm tunnel currently surrounding his cock, but Tyrone still caught the spaced-out look in Kara's eyes. "You alright?" he asked cautiously.
"Yeah," she answered, a bit dazed. "Just...very full." She caught his look of concern and giggled. "In a good way, don't worry."
"Ah. Good." He reached out, a paw sliding around the Kangaskhan's hip for support. "Then should we--?"
"Let's," she replied. With that she rose slowly from his lap, about half of the male's length reemerging into the open air before she came back down, a little more forcefully this time. She shivered at the quick spasm that ran through her sex, but rather than dwell on it she continued, starting to rise again.
Beneath her Tyrone lay happily, letting out a quiet rumble as the female shifted in place. It felt so good to be connected like this, so natural...and it was awfully fun to watch, too. He could see the many sensations playing across Kara's face as she began to build up a slow rhythm, her hips rocking forwards and backwards above his. Of course, the Nidoking's gaze was also quickly drawn to her chest, where her tan breasts bounced slightly with each thrust. He watched for a moment, entranced by their gentle movement, before bringing his free paw to her stomach, his fingers climbing cautiously upwards. "May I?" he asked.
Kara looked down at him and chuckled. "You don't have to ask, sweetheart." Before he could say anything else she took his paw in hers, guiding it to her ample chest. "Go on."
The male needed no second invitation, immediately cupping one of her twin mounds in his palm. He gave a friendly squeeze, kneading the flesh in his fingers for a moment. With his thumb he traced the outline of her nipple, the nub stiffening at the added stimulation.
Quietly Kara murmured her appreciation, groaning as she slid down once more on the male's shaft. She was moving steadily now, even if her sex was still growing accustomed to the size of her partner, and the result was already quite enjoyable. The female tried to relax as best she could, despite the gentle waves of pleasure rolling over her with each thrust.
Tyrone was no different, his arousal mounting as the Kangaskhan continued riding his length. He continued to play with one of her breasts, while at the same time allowing the paw he had placed on her waist to drift a little further, until it came to a rest on the curve of her behind. The male grinned and gave her rear a playful grope -- only to moan as her inner walls clamped down around him in response.
That little bit of encouragement was all it took for Kara to get fully into the swing of things, her first few cautious thrusts giving way to a more vigorous rhythm. She bounced up and down eagerly in Tyrone's lap, her passage gripping hungrily at his pride, and it wasn't long before the Nidoking began thrusting back as well, hips coming up off the ground to meet the Kangaskhan's descent. For several minutes the two 'mon moved in tandem, body temperatures rising, the sweaty silence punctuated by gasps and groans.
As he looked up at the beauty above him, Tyrone had to consider himself the luckiest guy in the world...but despite that, something felt off. Something physical. Not that the current arrangement was anything less than orgasmic -- already his body bucked against hers, drawing close to release -- but a nagging voice in the back of his head insisted that he do more. There was something missing, something his body demanded...and suddenly, Tyrone knew what it was.
"Hey Kara?" he asked, paws moving to grip the female's waist.
"Mmh...yeah?" she responded hazily, opening her eyes to look down at the male -- only to find herself suddenly in motion, the conjoined couple rolling sideways until the Kangaskhan wound up on her back. Before she even had time to contemplate the change in position, Tyrone was grinning over her, slamming his hips down against hers, burying his length inside her once more. Her mouth opened in a pleasured cry, her walls squeezing around the thick intruder. Suddenly he was in deep, every inch of his Nidohood crammed into her tight passage, rubbing against places she had forgotten she even had. Instinctively she raised her legs, wrapping them around his back in order to pull him in further.
Tyrone grunted as he drove into her again, his body pressed tightly against hers. The male took full advantage of his new-found leverage, hammering his length into the Kangaskhan and moaning as her inner walls rippled around him in response. This is more like it, he thought to himself, quickly gaining steam, his thrusts increasing in speed until his hips were nothing but a blur. He hoped Kara was enjoying it too -- and judging from the way her sex was now clenching desperately around his member, she was.
Beneath him the Kangaskhan let out another loud moan, practically squirming as her body begged for more. One of her paws lay beside her on the ground, her claws scratching scores in the dirt; the other lay on her chest, squeezing one of her breasts as she watched the male above her. She could feel each inch of his pride as it slid out and in, the thick length stretching her so wide that it rubbed up against her clit with each thrust. Kara fought just to stay in place as Tyrone continued to pound her slit, her body shaking with the force of his assault.
Tyrone's breathing grew heavier, his grunts becoming louder as he began to approach his limit. "Ah--!" he gasped, shivering at the tight, constrictive warmth around his cock. Quickly he was approaching the edge, drawing closer to the blissful release that his instincts demanded. The weeks he had been waiting, the female writhing beneath him, the smell of sex in the air -- finally it was just too much. "Kara, I--" he groaned. "I'm gonna--!"
"Wait!" she gasped back, shuddering. Her legs tightened further around his back, pulling him deeper. "I'm almost-- just a second!"
The Nidoking grit his teeth, fighting down the pleasurable sensation growing in his groin. His thrusts were becoming more erratic by the second, each movement bringing him closer to the point of no return. The Kangaskhan's sex continued to milk his length, spasming wildly around the massive intruder, trying to draw out the orgasm he was struggling to hold off. His seed was practically boiling, his body primed for release, but still the male focused on lasting a little longer, driving his hips forward once more, trying desperately to wait for the female beneath him--
--and then Kara was crying out, her back arching in climax, and he couldn't hold it any longer. Tyrone gave one final thrust and let himself go, bending over the female with a roar as he went off like a cannon, jets of spunk painting the Kangaskhan's inner walls. He bucked intensely, his body pressed up tightly against hers as he exploded. It was all the male could do not to collapse as he unleashed his mighty load, his cock throbbing powerfully in release, each pulse sending another shock of pleasure up his spine.
Kara, too, was lost in the moment, her head tossed back in ecstasy as the Nidoking buried himself deep inside of her. The female gave a throaty moan, her hips pushing back eagerly against Tyrone's as he came, her passage rippling around his pride to coax out every last drop of his seed. Her paws gripped at his back, pulling the male down onto her as her body twisted around his.
There the couple lay, intertwined on the warm earth as they rode out of the wave of their climax. For another moment the two shuddered in unison, until gradually the pair's pleasured exclamations gave way to a more tired panting, tightened muscles relaxing, the sensory overload of orgasm fading to a gentler, calmer bliss.
It was several long seconds before either stirred, but it was Tyrone who regained his senses first. The Nidoking slowly opened his eyes to find his neck curled around his partner's shoulder, his cheek brushing up against hers. Smiling to himself, he lifted his head until he was looking down at the female, his muzzle hovering a few inches from hers. "Hey," he murmured.
Beneath him, the Kangaskhan let out a happy groan, her eyes sliding open. She grinned lazily, still breathing heavily. "Hey...hey there, cowboy."
Tyrone raised an eyebrow. "And what is that supposed to mean?"
Kara just grinned wider, propping herself up on her elbows to face him. "It means...hah...that you know how to ride a girl, stud."
He blushed. "Well, I...ohh, Arceus." The Nidoking shivered as the female's sex spasmed once more, trying to milk a few more drops from his spent member. "You...certainly make it worth it."
"Thanks. Mmph." The female let her head drop to rest against the ground once more. She let out a long sigh as she unwrapped her legs from around Tyrone's back, setting her footpaws down on the ground once more. Still, one of her paws returned to his back, making sure the Nidoking didn't pull away. "Hey," she began, "you're...you're free for the afternoon, yes?"
Tyrone smirked as she dragged him down on top of her once more, his chest pressed up against hers. "Mmhmm." He slid a paw up to cup one of her breasts. "Why, do you have something in mind?"
"Yeah." The Kangaskhan bit her tongue as his thumb brushed across her nipple, trembling at the soft touch. "But...but first, you wanna just...rest here for a while?"
The Nidoking stopped, looking down into her eyes. Then he smiled, setting his head down next to hers once more. "Yeah, I do. That sounds nice."
"Good." Kara smiled back, letting her eyes sllde shut. She exhaled. "Good."