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One Lucky Fan (K8)

The sudden knock on the door caused the Meloetta to gasp in surprise, the lipstick she was applying going askew across her upper lip. She scowled at herself in the mirror, grabbing a tissue from the table. "What!?" she demanded harshly.

The door was closed almost as soon as it had been opened; the brown, varnished wood was now being leaned against by the Scrafty. Holding a battered clipboard in one hand, he stroked his red-hued, swept-back Mohawk with the other as he barely glanced at the smaller Pokémon.

"You're gon' be on in five minutes." he said, his voice heavy with a British Cockney accent. "Sarah n' Sam are jus' abou' done warmin' the crowd up for ya."

The Meloetta didn't even give her agent a single glance as she gently rubbed away the errant mark. She blinked furiously, long eyelashes dark with makeup as she concentrated on getting every last dark green smear. Huffing in annoyance, she tossed away her tissue and picked the lipstick up again to finish. "Yeah, I'll be there." she said shortly before puckering her lips.

"Lahk I said before, usual show, nothin' special. Ge' up there, four songs plus the finisher, then is ou' in the bar for wha'ever you lahk. Jus' look pri'-y for the audience in the meanwhile, yeah?" The Scrafty somehow managed to get through the whole speech without pronouncing a single hard T.

"Joe, you think I lasted for two years without you on a fluke?" the Meloetta responded with a hint of annoyance through her puckered lips. She finished up with her lipstick and put it back on the counter, picking up a long, complicated hairbrush. "I think I know how to steal a show."

"I'm jus' sayin', Queenie." he started, but was cut off sharply.

"Stage name." the Meloetta ordered tersely.

"Sorry, Ka'e. Makin' sure ya know, ya know?" With a glance up from his clipboard, the Scrafty looked over the Meloetta with a critical eye. "Everythin' okay?"

"The flowers." Kate replied, tugging her hairbrush through her hair. The long, washed-out green strands tumbled past the seat on the tall stool and almost touched the ground. Musical notes slouched lazily around the bars patterned on it as the two Pokémon talked.

"Yeah?"

"They're red, not white." She indicated a dozen red roses sat in an intricate vase on the table. "You know that I want white roses before a performance. Red is for afterwards."

Joe gave her a blank stare, then shook his head. "Nah worries love, nah worries, I'll have a cha' with the 'Phlosion bloke. Jake, or summin'" he replied, deftly avoiding the hard T's like they were the plague.

"Just get it done." she replied. "Oh, and tell Sarah to get rid of that stupid yellow thing she was wearing."

"Yella thing?" Joe enquired. "I didn' see 'er wearing a yella thing..."

"Just... get it done." Kate repeated. She put the brush down, and looked at herself in the mirror. Her long black dress was scarcely unique, but it fitted her, and there was no matching the reflective coating on it. A small green belt around her waist also marked where it split down the side, and tucked it around so that the edge of her black thong could be seen. Two long, black tights reached up to just below the middle of her thighs. She scowled at the thighs themselves; far too fat, she thought.

But then, that wasn't all that was bothering her. She blinked slowly as she felt her panties slowly seep up her juices that dripped from her slit.

That god-damned heat.

She was a trained psychic, she reminded herself. She could control it - for now, anyway. But it reminded her of a nagging issue. She looked back up at Joe through the mirror; he glanced up at her from the clipboard, his other hand holding the baggy pants, trademark of his species.

"What are you doing after the show?" she asked as innocently as she could.

"Ah, thor' I'd mingle, ya know? Ge' gabbin' with somma the people an' Pokémon 'ere, yeah?" He replied in a way that would make most spell checkers start to make ominous noises and emit smoke. "Ah mean, ya know wha' goes on 'ere, don'cha?"

"Hmm." she replied in agreement. She'd been told of the true nature of this place long before coming here. The infamous Café...something something, she recalled. The secret brothel. Still, she wasn't the type to give out sex. She looked back at her agent. "And Sam and Sarah?"

Joe shrugged quickly - too quickly? - as he responded. "Nah idea wha' the girls are doin, prolly' the same. Woudn' be surprise' if one or both of 'em head off though, wha' with i' bein' almost midnigh' an' all." He looked back down at what might have well been a report on the endangered status of the hard T.

The Meloetta narrowed her eyes at him as she tried to find anything he was hiding. Joe barely looked at her. Eventually, she looked back at her reflection, and gave another two or three thoughtful strokes with a comb.

There was a quick rap on the door, and a screechy, bird-like voice called through; "Sixty seconds, Miss Ray."

Kate replaced the brush, and stroked her hair as she looked at herself in the mirror. "What was the name of this place again?"

Joe consulted his clipboard. "Café Plaisir" he said slowly.

"Plaisir..." Kate said thoughtfully, trying out the word. "Play-sear... Plaisir..." After a moment, she turned and floated down from the stool, feet barely touching the floor. "Alright, let's go."

Joe followed her out of the door.

"Break a leg..."

* * *

The heavy, dark red curtains swung back powerfully, a wave of cool air barrelling into Kate. Not that it lasted - the heat of the spotlight soon quelled any relief from the warmth. She didn't care; Kate loved the heat of the stage lighting.

She strutted out beneath the outstretched arms of the two Gardevoir, maintaining a neutral expression as she surveyed the baying crowd that cheered at her reveal. She stopped at the edge of the stage, looking out across the room, expertly letting a single naked leg show from between her long dress.

As usual, she couldn't see much. Stage lights rarely let you see past the first two or three rows, and that's at best - but that was with her eyes. But with her mind, Kate (or K8, as she was known professionally) could feel from the most excited human jumping at the stage to the most distracted Houndour between someone's legs near the back wall.

A familiar, synthesized tune started playing. A grin flickered across Kate's face as she touched the black mouthpiece near her face, letting her psychic abilities amplify the sound. She took pride in the fact that, in the whole business, she was one of the few who didn't mime.

She lowered her head.

"Do you want to feel like you're flying...?" She breathed musically into the mouthpiece, letting the words drift out over the crowd.

"Swept of your feet, in the air..." She slid her hips to the side.

"I know just where you'll be going..." A sly smile trickled across her face.

"And just what pleasures are there..."

The two Gardevoir danced symmetrically beside her, drawing the audience's eyes. Her body swam from side to side in retaliation as she slid into the next verse, the music building

"Why stay down there where you're grounded?

It's better here in the blue...

Feelings beyond comprehension;

That's what I'm offering you..."

The bass dropped powerfully as she launched into the chorus.

"I want to feel the beat pounding,

Pounding as rough as the sea!

So come on, come fly

Just you and I...!"

She narrowed her eyes as she grinned invitingly at the audience. The music rested for a single beat.

"Put your fire in me..."

Kate turned, walking towards the back of the stage, swinging her hips from side to side. She could just hear a few cheers from the audience over the music.

When she was about halfway back, she turned again.

"There are no people where we'll be...

No ghosts, no bugs in the grass...

I'll slide my hands on your shoulders,

You'll put your paws on my ass...

It won't get cold as the ice here,

No snow, no rain and no sleet.

I know you'll take out your dragon;

We'll make our own source of heat"

The music quietened suddenly just before the drop. Kate giggled into the mouthpiece.

"C'mon boys...this is no fairy story..."

The music dropped again as she launched back into the chorus, the two Gardevoir thrust out their arms as light blazed onto the stage.

"I want to feel the beat pounding,

Pounding as rough as the sea!

So come on, come fly

Just you and I...!

...come put your fire in me..."

The beat of the music stayed constant as she danced her way into the next part.

"Your nerves of steel are breaking,

Thirst, water won't be slaking

No need to still be fighting,

This power is being igniting

This is my dark desire,

come fill my heart with fire

Come to me with lust unfurled

I want you to rock my world!"

The music stepped up for a final time, rainbows of light flashing over the dancers.

"I want to feel the beat pounding,

Pounding as rough as the sea!

So come on, come fly

Just you and I...!

And put your fire in me!"

The music stepped up an octave as the Gardevoirs took over the singing. Kate smiled as she added her own lines to the final chorus. She had the audience in her grasp.

"I want to feel the beat pounding, (You are my one true poison...)

Pounding as rough as the sea! (There's nothing normal about this...)

So come on, come fly (No psychic trick)

Just you and I...! (It's electric)

Put your fire in me!

Come put your fire in me!

I need your fire in me!"

The music stopped suddenly, and the lights fell purely on Kate as she stood in the centre of the stage, gazing out across the audience.

"Just put your fire in me..."

She'd barely started the last note when the crowd roared, but she held it anyway. The silvery tone rang across the crowd, lost quickly to the shouts and cheers of what she knew were her newest set of adoring fans. She blew a kiss across the baying room, causing the roar to resurface. A few licks of flame shot from one or two fire type Pokémon, and electricity crackled around the edges of the stage.

Her mind slid around the room as she basked in the glow of adoration. It was like rolling in a bed of the most delightful, warm pillows, a bath of purest gold that she could let cascade over her. Oh, so exquisite...!

Ah, but there was the need - that need to find that one person; the one who wasn't as impressed by the performance, who was cheering for her the least. She prided herself on getting a full audience of love-struck fans each time - which meant never letting a single one slip through.

With a satisfying suddenness, like a ball rolling into a hole, her mind found the one. Images of whitewashed houses on the coast of the Mediterranean Sea and great Pyramids rising from the parched desert flicked through her thoughts momentarily. She grinned a knowing grin, and refocused her mind on the rest of the crowd.

Her chosen fan had been found.

* * *

"Ladies an' Gentlemen, thank you fer yer patronage tonight. We hope you enjoyed the show, and we look forward to seein' you again soon. The bar is open fer yer pleasure!"

As the Irish voice carried across the showroom, the lights rose slowly to bask it in warm colours. Within moments, the floor was awash with waiters and customers alike; scantily clad Pokémon worked their way expertly around groups and individuals alike as they brought empty glasses back from the tables. The air was a hubbub of talk; customers discussed the show, waiters discussed the customers, arrangements were made, Pokémon were simultaneously prepositioned and booked for the rest of the night. Somewhere in the crowd was a female squeal of delight.

Kate waited in the wings, watching the spectacle through a gap in the curtains. To her right down a set of steps, the stage door was propped open as several Pokémon staff moved out to help.

One of the Gardevoir dancers passed by her, hair short and spiked at the base, eyelids dark with makeup. "Seeya tomorrow." She said shortly, lighting a cigarette that had been offered by Joe. Kate acknowledged her offhand as she went.

Her mind was elsewhere, wandering through the room once more. She found who she was looking for as they exited the packed showroom.

Kate quickly pushed off, floating down the stairs without touching them on a bed of her psychic powers. It was a short journey down the corridor (thought she had to elbow past her uncooperative backup Gardevoir to do it) and round to the doors out to where they were. Just past the doors, the orange-furred figure was moving down the corridor.

Within a moment, she was sitting on his back. It took the Arcanine-Ninetales hybrid a moment to stop and look around at her with a slightly bemused expression.

"Hello there...." she lilted at him with a smile.

The Arcanine smiled back. "Ah, hello there." He turned as Kate floated into the air, a metre from the floor. The large Pokémon offered a paw. "Prometheus. Well done for your performance, the audienze loved you." His accent was Mediterranean, she could tell that much.

"Kate. Thank you." she said, holding the grin as she shook his paw with her tiny hand. "I do it for my fans, of course. It's them that drive me to do this, I would be nowhere without them."

"Then they are to be congratulated on a lot. You are a modern day muse."

Kate hesitated for a moment, a blush passing over her face. She knew of the old Greek muses; it seemed high praise indeed. But still, she drove on.

"You didn't seem all that impressed to me." Kate leaned forwards, making him hesitate before he moved again.

"How could you..." Prometheus started, but then stopped himself. "Meloetta like you are psychic, are they not?"

"We have a few...talents." Kate replied, giggling. She floated closer. "Quite a few...and not just for singing...."

"Oh...?"

Kate grinned, sliding one leg out from under her dress subtly. "Why don't I show you just how many talents I have...?" Her hand stroked along her exposed thigh, and she lowered her eyelids at him. Her mind has already worked way beyond this point. Could Arcanine breed with Meloetta, she thought? She didn't know. Damn her uncommon species, they were often so odd with who they could breed with. She'd heard of a Flareon managing it, but no idea of an Arcanine.... Hmph. Best be on the safe side, she figured, and have him pull out. Maybe use a condom....

Prometheus chuckled nervously. "I...I'm flattered, honestly, and if I were any other guy I would accept, but if you're suggesting what I expect then I'm afraid I must refuse."

Kate could sense his blush, letting her dress go and flap back over her leg as she began to feel her plan waver. "What is it?" She asked, glaring suddenly at him.

Prometheus stood up, passing through the set of doors at the end and turning down another corridor as Kate floated alongside him. "I am... not a male who enjoys the company of females in that way." he said with a few hesitations.

Kate huffed. Trust her to find someone who was gay. And yet, her plan hadn't fallen through. "Aw, no worries. I'm sure I can make it up to you in other ways. What didn't you enjoy?"

"Oh, it wasn't your fault at all..." Prometheus started, seeming glad to be off the subject. "It's just...not my kind of music, that's all."

A feminine Lucario passed them, giving the two a second look. "And what is?" Kate asked, ignoring them.

Prometheus reached a staircase at the end of the corridor, and set off down it as Kate hovered kept pace beside him. "I'm very fond of the classics. I love the past, and the music that comes with it. I'm afraid these modern works are...not my thing." He smiled at her sympathetically as he stepped off the staircase and turned into another corridor. "Though that doesn't dampen your skill in the slightest."

"Flatterer..." she said. She looked over him and bit her lip. "Anything you'd like to hear?"

"Do you perform classics as well?"

"Give me the tune, and I'll show you..."

Prometheus chuckled, stopping by a door. He leant on a bar on it, letting it swing open, warm air billowing out. "Well, in that case, if you insist of stopping by for a few minutes..." He stayed back, indicating the doorway. "Ladies first, naturally."

Kate gave the canine another good look. Fire types, she thought with a tingling feeling of arousal; a significant weakness of hers. And so big... such a shame that he was gay...

Inwardly, she grinned. After all, that had never stopped her before...

* * *

The room was hot and bathed in yellow and orange light. A large double bed, covered in scarlet, dominated the centre, and a mismatch of antiques and gadgets littered the walls. Kate's gaze passed over them only once before she focused on the Arcanine, his form seeming even bigger here as he entered after her. The door clicked shut.

She floated towards him, a note escaping her throat. A perfect middle C - it reverberated off the walls with almost perfect clarity. Slowly it changed as she climbed the octave up until the next C, and then back down through the next eight notes to the start. She held that final note for a few more seconds as she reached up a hand to brush along Prometheus' cheek.

The large Pokémon smiled as he watched her - she avoided his gaze, and slowly pirouetted around his neck, hand stroking through his mane. Once again, she began to hum, this one starting into a tune - an old tune, the notes lingering in the air like a blanket over the listeners, each one seeming to swim into the next. Kate passed under Prometheus' head, her hand finding his chest. The Arcanine's heartbeat was powerful.

"I need..." she sang slowly, floating back upwards. Her hand moved against the flow of the fur as it stroked along his neck, towards his head. Prometheus said nothing, but a slight purr escaped his muzzle.

"Your gaze..." she continued with another two notes, rising in pitch. Her hand slid along the underside of his muzzle now.

"In..." She began to stroke up his cheek.

"...mine..." She looked up into his eyes. The large canine started as she placed both hands on his cheeks, holding his head in place as she locked her gaze with his. She felt her body surge with psychic power as her eyes glowed with a light teal aura.

She continued the song, sliding from note to note, the tune tumbling and falling, other melodies picking up as if she was singing in harmony with herself. Her mouth remained still, the humming filling the ears of the much larger Pokémon before her.

Gently, imperceptibly at first, Prometheus' eyes began to glow. As Kate's tune grew in intensity, so did the colour. She launched into a crescendo, and suddenly the canine's eyes glowed as fiercely as hers. Beneath her grip, she felt his body soften suddenly.

Her song rested for a few beats, and then she began to hum once more; soft, long notes that once again carried through the air. The aura around her eyes faded, as did his - but now, the Arcanine's eyes were vivid pools, twisting and tumbling like a kaleidoscope as blues and greens fell into one another. His expression was neutral.

Kate dropped slowly, her hand going back to his chest. His heartbeat was slow and steady, and he didn't react as she moved around him. His eyes were fixed forwards.

The Meloetta grinned at her hypnotised victim.

She floated back in front of him, still humming the tune. She raised a hand, and beckoned, floating backwards.

The Arcanine rose at length, as if it was something that he hadn't done in a long time. Muscles rippled under this body, and without looking, he climbed up onto the bed. Large springs creaked under the weight as he stood on all fours on the blanket.

Kate lowered her hand slowly, and began to float around him. The Arcanine wasn't lean, despite the Ninetales parts of him, though that did contribute to a splitting of his tail into three tips. He was tall, about three times her height, and even longer - not including the tails. Her gaze passed over his rear and down to the black fur on his underside.

His balls hung heavily between his legs - oh goodness, so heavily. So much larger than she had been expecting. Kate bit her lip as she moved forward, continuing the tune as a hum as she took one in one hand...and then both, the large orb proving troublesome to lift with just one. How did he deal with carrying them around all day? The thought was short-lived as her loins send a surge of desire through her body.

Prometheus' sheath was similarly impressive, plump and warm, and as she touched the soft, black fur it bulged noticeably. Kate smiled, moving underneath it and stroking both her hands from the base, right to the end. The red tip of the canine's cock pushed out from the fur, and a drop of liquid landed on her dress. By now, she didn't care.

With a tumble of notes, she pushed herself out between his front legs. The Arcanine's expression was unchanged. Keeping her gaze on him, she quickly pulled off her thong, exposing her slit to the room's warm air. She floated close and hooked the black pair of panties on the Canine's nose, securing them behind his ears. He might be gay, but his instincts should still work...

As she floated back down, her song was interrupted by a gasp. Did they ever. Almost a foot of shining red member hung under him, dripping pre onto the sheets. She bit her lip, continuing the tune. This was going to be an experience.

Looking back up at her subject, she extended an arm, and twirled it quickly in the air. The Arcanine wobbled slightly, and then collapsed to his left, rolling onto his back. Four large, orange paws lifted into the air, his cock resting against the black for of his underside.

Kate smiled, strutting down his body, her stick-like legs sinking into the Arcanine's fur as she knelt down before it. Thicker than both her arms and legs combined, she picked it up in two hands, and slid the tip over her lips.

The pre was hot, and she licked it up quickly, sure to not leave too much of a break in the song. She moved forwards, hands wrapping around it as she pressed the length to her torso. The tip reached her chin.

She stifled a moan as it throbbed, the cock pressing against the black flesh of her clit. For a few seconds she ground against him, notes wobbling as she indulged herself. She'd never had a male this big, or this hot...

Pre spurted from the tip with a lewd sound, catching her face. She flinched at the heat, mouthing hanging open. The canine moved below her, bed creaking in A-minor.

She moved a hand absent-mindedly to her cunt, stroking over her clit a few times as she looked back at Prometheus' head, panties still secured over his muzzle.

"One lucky fan..." she lilted at him, one hand stroking down his length. "I promise you'll have..." She bit her lip again. "...the time of your life..."

She looked back around. The length throbbed, again, pre seeping from the tip in rivulets down the red flesh.

"I know, because...I will..."

She lifted herself up, feet slipping out from the fur, floating towards the tip of the gargantuan cock. She pressed against it with her legs, pushing her dress out of the way. The very tip of the member slid between her thighs and over her slit, making her stifle another moan. The Arcanine growled in pleasure and shifted, but her grip kept his length in place.

She sat up, facing away from her subject. She pulled herself closer, feeling his tip at her entrance. She held tightly, and with a breath, she pulled herself down around it.

The Arcanine let out a dull growl of pleasure as the head of his cock was squeezed into the Meloetta. She felt more pre splash into her, some of the hot liquid mixing with her own juices and dripping down into his fur. She pulled again, over an inch now inside her. Her walls stretched as the shaft grew spectacularly in width, and she bit her lip again, tune wobbling.

When someone is barely than two feet tall, they have to get used to taking rather large members in comparison to their body size. Kate was no exception, and she'd gotten quite adept at taking several large cocks over her three years of musical performances. But still, one this big was beginning to stretch her beyond any Ninetales or Typhlosion had managed. With a grunt and sigh of pleasure, she gave a final heave and pulled herself down another inch, the head of the Arcanine's cock finally sliding fully into her.

Her subject growled loudly, legs kicking at the air dreamily. She quickly resumed her song that she'd almost stopped singing as the length throbbed dangerously. She knew from experience that keeping her prizes deep in their hypnotised states usually extends the amount they can take before they finally orgasm - and she was loving every moment.

She rolled her hips around the tip, leaning forwards to hold the middle of the length with her hands. Her stomach already distended slightly with the head, making her moan gently though the notes. With another grasp of her legs, she pulled again.

Another inch slid in slowly, the flesh lubricated now with a mix of pre and juices. Her legs were spread wide as the length only got thicker, her eyes mere slits as she continued to pull: Four...five inches inside her. She rolled her hips again, pre leaking out of her less and less as the cock acted as a seal. Her cunt burned with the stretching, and she let out a sudden cry. That was far enough. Eking out another few notes, she pushed herself back up the length.

Suddenly, a large paw was at her head! She yelped in surprise - but before she could even squirm, it was pressing her down. Her eyes went wide, her hands flailed, grasping the paw! She tried to push back, but claws dug into her scalp - and then, suddenly, a seismic event heralded a thrust from the Arcanine.

She gripped the paw tighter as the length was shoved back into her, almost half now inside her. She shuddered, desperately trying to sing the notes as perfectly and cleanly as she could as her legs were spread widely apart, not even touching the cock now.

Kate almost squealed in pain as the Arcanine pressed down harder, another thrust pushing more than half his cock inside her. Her eyes opened to see a perfect impression of the Arcanine's tip bulging from her stomach. Her almost useless notes became frantic.

It was the instinct, she realised, it must be! Those damn panties soaked in her juices had awakened some primordial instinct, and now the Arcanine was thrusting into her in short, cataclysmic bursts, length still throbbing as it pumped pre deep inside her. She felt her body go cold even in the hot air as fear gripped her. If she didn't do something and soon, the Arcanine would... fuck. No, not now. It was too big a risk!

Another thrust made her spin off-key. Or worse, she thought, he's going to try and tie.... How big was his knot...?

She looked down.

Her eyes widened further.

She had to get control.

The Arcanine, driven purely by instinct, any trace of the previous mind severely repressed now, did not let up on the mad thrusting. Kate closed her eyes, gritting her teeth as she stopped singing momentarily. The thrusting increased in roughness as the canine member hammered into her, creating its impression in her belly each time. Seven, eight inches now were inside her at each one, her thighs brushing against the wet, engorging knot that was quickly inflating. Pre squirted from her cunt.

Kate panted heavily, but tried to force herself to relax, letting her psychic powers take over. The painful thrusting into her slowly took a back seat, as she regained control of her voice.

She let out a single, high note, an F - it slid through the air, a delicate chime that barely wavered....

Gradually, as her voice grew in intensity, Prometheus began to slow. His thrusting was constant now, but it still delved deep into her. His grip began to loosen.

She reached up, gently getting a grasp of him... but before she could push him off, the Arcanine's left paw moved lazily around her.

A single digit pressed roughly, firmly, against her clit.

Kate melted in pleasure, her note wavering. The lust-driven Pokémon gripped her again, and delivered another powerful thrust into her, his knot ramming against her cunt. She yelled in a mix of pain and pleasure, unable to contain it any longer.

The song was now a distant memory, the notes having long since faded in their reverberations around the walls. But Prometheus was buried deep, and his powerful shell was gripped by instincts. Kate could only hold onto the paw on her head as she was rammed down again and again, used as some kind of prehistoric fucktoy by the feral mind that conducted his movements. She felt the length throb roughly inside her, each one making her stomach bulge, each one pushing her clit into that pawpad and a new wave of pleasure through her body. She couldn't stand it, her mind clouded by the feelings, the desires.

She didn't want to. She tried to fight. But in the end, in the useless, hated end, she had no choice in the matter - She had given herself to the feral. There was no effect from her fighting now; that cock slammed into her time and time again, every movement she could possibly make only stimulating the Arcanine further, the thrusting making wet slapping sounds as the knot slammed against her over and over and over....

He was close. She could feel it. The length throbbed like before, paws gripping harder as the thrusting became sporadic. She heard gurgling sounds from somewhere, her mind making the connection with the canine's large orbs with swam with seed.

Here it is... Oh, beautiful Arceus, she thought; here it is....

Oh... fuck...!

The feral Arcanine roared in pleasure, never stopping thrusting. She screwed her eyes shut, but it was useless - she still felt that first spurt, the first splash of the Arcanine's seed deep inside her. His knot slapped again and again against her cunt, but the sound quickly transitioned into a splash with each thrust. Drops of cum sprayed onto her face and body as her entire lower half was suddenly covered in a flow of burning hot seed, the cloudy white liquid leaking from her cunt each time the canine drew back.

There was another sharp pulse, and Kate's hips were bucked against the paw on her front. Her clit was pressed roughly against it - and suddenly, there was no pain. Pleasure cut through her mind like a spotlight, her body going limp in the feral's grip as the feeling washed over her. One single, powerful orgasm did to her mind what she'd done to Prometheus, burying it beneath an overbearing layer of instinct and lust. As load after load of seed spurted into her, her stomach distending unnaturally with each successive amount, she couldn't help but give herself to the ecstasy.

When she finally came down from the high, the Arcanine had stopped thrusting. His grip wavered on her, and then finally slid off. His length still throbbed, but only gently, half out of the Meloetta's body.

Slowly, almost as if waking from a dream - and oh, wouldn't that have been nice - she opened her eyes. Then she opened her eyes_wide_.

Her stomach bulged gratuitously; it hung over her, much more than any Pokémon she'd seen with egg. Cum was leaking from her cunt past the length, warm rivers over her thigh. She panted, panic washing through her.

She looked around frantically. The Arcanine lay on his back, unmoving save for a heavily rising and falling chest.

She refocused her mind. Calm down, calm the fuck down, she told herself, using her psychic powers to try and sooth herself. It was like using a band-aid to re-attach a limb. She stared back at the cock, taking whatever marginal cognizance she now had.

Like all canines, the Arcanine was still as hard as before. She placed both legs on the top of the knot, and gripping his fur, slowly pushed herself off the thick flesh. The shaft slid out easily, almost mockingly easily, and as she fell from the tip it hung in the air above her. She lay in a puddle of the Arcanine's seed, a small line of it connecting her cunt back to the tip of his cock.

Slowly, she pushed herself up. After a failed attempt at trying to levitate herself, she resorted to crawling up the canine's body, dripping cum with each motion.

She finally got to his head and slumped down, her belly sloshing with the sheer volume inside it. At some point during the act, her panties had fallen off his head, and now lay forgotten on the pillow.

She looked down at Prometheus' eyes. The swirling blues and greens we already beginning to fade.

Hastily, she gripped her muzzle, humming another tune. This one was soft, the notes quiet, less powerful than before. She concentrated hard, keeping her breathing as controlled as she could while she sang the psychic lullaby.

His eye slid shut, then flickered open, Prometheus looking at her for just a moment with his usual ruby red eyes. An almost quizzical look passed over his face - then, a moment later, those eyes closed again, and his muzzle hung open. A long, low snore rumbled from it.

Kate held her breath for a few seconds, and then let out a sigh of relief. She concentrated again, and this time managed to levitate herself a few inches from the Arcanine's slumbering form, and off to the side, where she landed less than gracefully on what little of the bed that wasn't being taken up by Arcanine. She picked up her saliva-soaked panties, and looked back at him.

She'd finally done it; she'd bitten off more than she could chew. Her belly sloshed unhealthily, reminding her of the price; she ran a hand over it slowly.

After a moment of terrified reflection, she dismounted from the bed, slipping on the wet material and pulling it over the black flesh of her cunt - it barely covering it.

She looked over at the door. How the heck was she going to get back without being seen like...this?

As she debated this problem, her gaze drifted momentarily to the other Pokémon. Prometheus slept soundly on his side, fur matted with his own cum. Oh well, she thought as an aside.

At least someone had an amazing night.

All for the fans... right?