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How did it start again?

Ah yes, she remembered now. With a drink.

"Care for one?" he had asked. She'd accepted, of course! Anything to smooth things over with him. The Hydreigon had smiled at her reply. "I'm glad to hear it. Just step in here, then."

He was an eccentric one, the Mawile had thought, as the Pokémon sailed to the door and pushed it open. He wore a bathrobe of some kind, the belt undone and open at the front. She would have thought that he had just been in a shower or going to bed, only he also wore a smart red tie that was tied neatly around his neck. Not just that, she'd seen him exactly the same, an hour previously. It had been outside Dark Pulse, before the incident had happened...

Still, he had seemed sane enough to talk to, and kind enough too, she'd thought as he'd led her inside.

"This is the admin room", she'd been told as he'd sailed over to the desk. The Hydreigon's voice was level, projecting an air of understanding and reason. "It's used for events like this, on occasion, when two people needed to talk privately about matters of the Café."

She'd been given a glass of wine after that - she distinctly remembered staring into the deep red liquid, feeling the large, otherwise dormant jaws that rested on her back giving a stir.

The Hydreigon had lifted his own glass. "To understandings, of course." How ironic, she'd thought at the time, that a person in such unconventional dress at such a taboo establishment would be saying that. Still, she'd clinked the glass, and...

And that's where it all became a bit fuzzy.

***

The Mawile laughed to herself, slumping back in the chair, her glass wobbling in her grip. She fought to keep it upright, to prevent any of it spilling, before leaning up for another sip. An air of merriment surrounded her thoughts. Tipsy, she'd say...

The room was rather small, and outfitted like an office, with a large desk on one side with rows of filing cabinets and drawers around the surrounding walls. It was almost totally devoid of clutter too, as if it was seldom used.

The Hydreigon was leaning back in his own chair. The red tie around his neck dangled lazily as he gestured slowly. His leftmost head was grasping the wineglass by the stem, and he eyed the Mawile with it.

"To be honest..." He commented with his middlemost head after a brief silence, "I'm more interested than anything. I thought that Fairy Wind you shot off looked good!"

"Well yeah! Hah... thanks..." She said, fingering her glass. "I like it..."

"Mmm, shame about the aim..." He commented, sipping from the glass again.

The Mawile flushed red, laughing to herself nervously. "Are lights expensive?"

"Don't worry about that. After an establishment like Café Plaisir has been running for a few years, we've found that it's prudent to insure a surprising amount of equipment..."

The Mawile blinked, then shrugged, smiling. "Well, I guess it was kinda my fault, so like, if I can help somehow... like, help connect a new one, or something..."

The Hydreigon leaned forwards, the large red tie draping itself over the clean desk. "Perhaps, just stay here, and talk it through with me... I'm still quite unsure on a few things..."

***

She wondered now if he'd been intending to just talk with her, or whether he'd been planning it all along...

Slowly, the previous night trickled back to her, as if she was reliving it all over again...

***

The Mawile leaned back, and felt the warmth once more against her. The warmth, the vague wetness.... Her large jaws stirred again, and she flexed them, as if in readiness.

Her wine glass sat empty on the table. The Hydreigon's was right next to it, as dry as hers.

One of the Hydreigon's heads was pressed against her chest, nuzzling against her small breasts, pressing into the soft flesh. The other one seemed a tad more daring - not that she'd stopped it when it had slipped beneath her dress adventurously. So now she sat, legs spread, feeling its large, rough tongue slowly lapping over her vulva.

She rolled her hips happily against the base of his shaft. Gods - it was getting bigger and bigger by the minute. The Hydreigon's main head was nibbling on her neck, causing her to gasp as she moved a hand back to feel the throbbing length.

"You enjoying this...?" He asked between nibbles, his main tongue a lot large, thicker, stronger as he occasionally lapped at her skin. She bit her lip, eyes half-lidded as she stared down her front.

"I... nnnn... ahh, ahhh, please..."

"Please? Want me to stop?" He asked, drawing his main head back slowly. She shuddered, her legs kicking the air.

"No! ...Ahhh...."

And so the Hydreigon continued. Three heads made for some very interesting abilities. Three mouths, three large, eager tongues....

And yet that wasn't all. That nagging feeling pervaded the back of her mind. She couldn't stop thinking about it as that long, warm sensation pressed firmly and insistently against her....

She couldn't take it any longer. She panted quickly, chest rising and falling with each one. She was beset by tongues on all sides, and each one was all too curious and insistent in exploring her body and tasting her, inside and out, and, and...!

The Mawile squirmed, her entire body shuddering as an orgasm hit. Her arms shook, and she cried out in pleasure at the world around her. Sparks flashed through her mind, her eyes wide and unfocused as her thoughts were obliterated by roaming waves of pleasure...

She was left panting even harder now, gasping for breath, pressed back against the Hydreigon. That warmth... she could even feel it against her head now...

She had to see...

So she leaned up, and turned, and eyed his long, tapering shaft for the first time.

There was something important to note here, she realised. The Hydreigon was... big. Unsettlingly big, even for his species. Another important point was that, as a Mawile, she was far smaller than he was even when it came to simple body size. The two combined...

Her breath caught in her throat, still sitting in the Hydreigon's lap, as she looked _up_at the tip of the gleaming, wet length.

***

Oh, thought the Mawile, stroking an idle hand across her belly.

So that's what happened...

***

The cold, varnished wood was hard against her back. Her jaws lay across it, hanging off the edge, and she waved them back and forth questioningly.

The Hydreigon smiled above her, before coming to a rest on the edge of the desk at her feet. The shaft landed on her, all two feet of glistening pink length. The weight of it alone made her gasp in shock, shakily extending a hand up to caress the side...

"Not that big mouth of yours..." He said, smiling. "That would be the easy way out. I bet you wanna show me just how tough you are, right?"

The Mawile swallowed, looking between the Hydreigon's main head and the tip which twitched slowly before her eyes.

He was, of course... absolutely right.

The Hydreigon pulled his hips back, and the Mawile watched as it slithered down her body. A trail of pre was left over her chest, and she sat up, watching almost disbelievingly as he slid it underneath her skirt. His two side heads moved in, licking their lips as they nuzzled against her chest. She was held in place...

She gasped, clenching her hands into fists as the shaft was pushed inside her. Oh... gods! Even the first few inches! She was used to bigger partners, with her size and all, but a shaft as tall as she was? It was... it was...

Amazing.

She struggled, squirmed, but only because of how hard it was to get used to. He went thankfully slowly, thrusting using only the tip at first - but each time he worked in a little more. He was insistent, she could feel it - she stared up at him, biting her lips hard, watching him restraining himself from pressing his hips in as hard as he wanted...

Oh, it was painful to watch him be so reserved.

She spread her legs wider, and slid her tongue around her lips. "Nnnnf... c'mon, darkie..." She teased, smirking up at him. "Can't hilt me?"

He blinked, and his expression hardened on all three heads at once. The same, mischievous look repeated three times...

So that's when it _really_began.

He was rough. He was dominating. He was _huge._The Mawile yelped with each thrust, watching the first foot disappear into her relatively easy now - and each time, her stomach bulge, distend, forced outwards by the firm shaft. She panted, rocking from side to side as she felt more and more, her legs forced apart by the width of his cock. Oh, how she cried out and spasmed and shuddered, what pleasure coursed through her! Held down onto the desk, surrounded by the Hydreigon's hanging bathrobe, the dragon-type looming over her, her stomach showing a clear outline of his shaft with every single thrust now...!

She orgasmed again, hit by a wave of pleasure so sudden and unexpected that it forced her back against the desk. She revelled in the unbridled feelings of joy, feeling her insides clamp down on that unnaturally large intrusion, squeezing it, trying to milk it for everything it had.

And still, he continued.

He wasn't there yet. His shaft gleamed with pre and her juices, which splattered audibly across the cabinets behind them. He railed her prone form over and over, almost to the hilt now, his slit coming so close to her crotch before being yanked away again. They both shouted in unison now, feeling that need for the crescendo of their lust.

Every thrust brought it closer. Every howl of pleasure, every gasp of exertion brought that shaft deeper and deeper inside the Mawile. She shuddered, almost able to feel his body against hers, the peak almost palpable...

And then, the Hydreigon drove himself forwards, and slammed his body against hers. The shaft strained, before her walls finally gave away that little extra bit - and he finally hilted, his slit pressed right up against her crotch. She yelled, her eyes wet with the exertion, unable to see it with her belly distended so gratuitously... and that was before he came.

Oh, what a sound. A proper dragon's roar, a symphony joined by the other two heads on either side of her, and cum suddenly erupted from the tip of his shaft. Forget feeling it - she could _see_it, her belly suddenly bloating with the first few large, gratuitous spurts. Her heart pounded, her eyes wide, as she stared at her slowly inflating belly. She was being filled, completely and unrelentingly, with the Hydreigon's seed.

And there she lay, shaking, gasping for air, as the biggest orgasm of the night crashed down on her.

Oh...

Fuck...!

***

The Mawile bit her lip. She trembled a bit on the soft double bed, somewhere in the Café's bedroom block. She had memories after all that, but... she didn't really seem to care about them...

She trailed a hand down, and rubbed it slowly over her belly. It was still rounded, bulged, filled with that draconic seed.

Idly... hopefully... she wondered if he was free again later....