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Nervous.

So goddamn nervous

The looming void of the unknown she was about to walk into had her stomach turning. Her mouth was dryer than a desert, as if her body was manifesting the lack of words she had for her situation physically. And then there was that feeling on top of it all, an uncomfortable, maddening heat, rumbling through her entirety like a jackhammer.

This was hell on earth! If this was what it meant to grow up, she'd gladly stay a child for the rest of her days.

The pinks and blues and greens and purples that decorated the walls inside Paniola's resident breeding nursery did little to distract her from her plight. Neither did the chipper bemusement of the other pokemon her age sitting with their trainers in the waiting lounge. Had they no idea what they had come here for? Had their trainers merely decided not to warn them? Perhaps that was for the best.

"Don't worry, Liz," her own trainer, Tina, whispered into her long Eevee ears as she softly stroked the caramel mane shrouding her neck. There was a feint tremble in her petting. "I know what you're going through probably sucks right now but it's a perfectly natural feeling. We all go through it sometime or another." Something about the way her voice wavered seemed unconvincing.

Liz looked up at the girl and narrowed her eyes in a way that screamed, "Really, Tina? This again?"

"Sorry, girl," Tina quickly corrected. "I guess you don't want to hear the spiel again. "

She was right. The embarrassment that had consumed Liz just days before, when her master deemed fit to teach her the intricacies of the Pidgeys and the Combees, was a deep, dark hole she'd rather not crawl into again. Still, just hearing Tina's attempt at reassurance was enough of a comfort to ease away some of her anxiety. At the very least it was better than waiting for the horrors that were about to befall her in eerie silence.

Her mind flashed back to the diagrams Tina had shown her. Those stupidly candid drawings! How dare they turn what she'd always thought was a reasonably pretty little hole between her legs, into a system of tubes and chambers and... God, just the thought of it made her hold her belly and cringe at what was actually inside it!

She'd never dreaded the prospect of knowledge before. If anything, she devoured it as eagerly as her master did, reading novels and text books and whatever else she could get her paws on. She loved learning new things and had transformed into a bit of a nerd, the spitting image of her bespectacled trainer. But something about this particular subject, about the unnerving prospect that was mating, made her want to deny any fact referring to its existence entirely. How could a male possibly go inside her like that? How much would it hurt? For that matter, how much would having an egg hurt? Suddenly she felt as if she was about to hurl.

"It'll probably feel pretty good," Tina continued, as if she'd read her mind. She was growing noticeably anxious now. Perhaps comforting Liz was her way of comforting herself. "At least that's what everyone says. I don't have much experience with guys, but I can say that, at the very least, it should feel pretty good."

Liz suddenly remembered the time she'd walked in on her master alone in her bedroom. She could hear the subtle moans, picture the look of bliss on her face, and smelled again the striking aroma that had wafted through the room. Then she remembered where Tina's fingers were... and what they were doing... and how the motion was suspiciously similar to... well, that.

The cogs of her mind clicked into place.

Oh... So this phenomenon known as heating was something even humans had to deal with, was it? Strange, then, that her master didn't need a male. Stranger, still, that she could remedy the problem on her own.

Liz looked down her stomach at the area between her legs, suddenly feeling really uncomfortable in her own skin. Could she do it on her own too? She let a paw wander onto her chest and had it descend, swallowing hard as it swept over her belly, her muzzle quivering as it reached her mound, her mind spinning into frenzy as it lowered still, so close, so very close, too close! A paw pad touched her intimate area a little too roughly and she startled the entire waiting room with a sudden surprised yelp.

Liz's cheeks burned under her chestnut pelt as she felt the eyes of all the trainers, pokemon, and even the staff zero in on her, piercing her body to find the fragile soul shaking beneath. She buried her head in Tina's chest to escape the attention.

How? she thought to herself. How? All I did was touch it! All I did was touch it, but my whole body went numb!

It appeared his heat dilemma was more serious than she'd thought. Never in her wildest dreams had she considered that her body was even capable of such sensations. She felt betrayed by it.

Fine then, she resolved, if... if mating is what it takes to get rid of this feeling... then I'd rather get it over and done with.

The next few minutes were nothing but blur to Liz. Tina as well as a few other trainers had been called forward by the secretary and they were allowed to enter the ominous red door looming next to the front desk. From there her memory grew hazy. Tina seemed to be carrying her down a long hallway riddled with various other doors, each more intimidating than the last, which the other trainers disappeared into one by one, until they had reached one final door right at the end of the passage. As the staff member that accompanied them opened it, light poured into her eyes and she squinted as they walked through, emerging outside once again.

They had made their way onto the wide spread field of one of Paniola's much lauded ranches and were being led to a large red barn right out of the story books Tina used to read her when she was just a little kit. All manner of pokemon played and trained around them as they drew closer to the barn, and some even stopped to stare at her when they caught her scent. Had her pheromones become that potent? As they neared the barn's entrance, she made the mistake of looking back at the males, whose eyes were glued to her foxy figure. And then she saw them, some big, some small, all bright red, glistening rods poking out from between their legs. She pushed her face back into her master's breasts again, horrified and tantalized all at the same time. Her lower body was burning now. She cursed under her breath. What was happening to her? What was she becoming?

When they were finally inside the barn proper, the attendant closed the large wooden doors behind them, separating them from the hungry eyes outside. She flicked a switch that brought some awkwardly hanging overhead lights to life, revealing a rather pleasant play area. The ground was strewn with straw, and hay stacks and bales were dotted about the space, probably for pokemon to enjoy playing on. A few hay stacks had even been arranged into a makeshift slide for their enjoyment.

It seemed three other pokemon were already waiting here. The first was a Fennekin, a cutie with a bright yellow pelt and an excited twitch in her tail. She had huge ears that gave rise to tufts of orange fur and both were looped by pretty pink ribbons. Her fiery eyes seemed to liven up when they met Liz's, but within seconds she was back to happily darting around the space. She was using the slide, bounding up one side to its summit, howling excitedly as she sailed down to the bottom, and darting back around to experience it all again. She sure seemed easily amused. Her juvenility brought a smile to Liz's muzzle.

Just a small distance away from the Fennekin, a Zorua sat, watching Liz intently with her blue-green eyes. Her body was all wrapped up in a darkened grey coat, but for the striking jet of her scarf-like mane. Her head was crowned by a large tuft of fur, dipped in scarlet at the top, as it was around the tips of her paws, somewhat resembling little red socks. She wore silver skull earrings that had pink hearts for eyes. She gave Liz the naughtiest wink, then turned towards the Fennekin, taking a stance primed for mischief. Her bushy tail was perked up, her body low on the ground, as if she was waiting, waiting, waiting for just the right moment. Just as the Fennekin reached the summit of the slide again, the Zorua was off, leaping up the makeshift stairs behind her and pouncing on her back as she began sliding. The Fennekin fell flat on her belly and the Zorua surfed her all the way to the bottom where the two of them tumbled head over heels onto the hay.

Above them, reclined on a stack of bales, a Vulpix tittered at their idiocy. She was a gorgeous fox, not fiery red like her cousins from Kanto, but wreathed in the ghostly coat of snow white that Alolan variants were famous for. Her neck was wrapped up in a luxurious designer scarf, boasting a purple so rich even one as oblivious to fashion as Liz was could tell it was above the reach of the average trainer's wallet. Gently the Vulpix swayed her curly tails which wisped through the air like plumes of icy smoke. She was every bit as gracious as Liz had always imagined their kind being, hardly making a single movement that wasn't imbued with regal dignity.

Liz was awestruck. She'd only ever seen pictures of these species in her books, but up close and personal they took her breath away.

"Hey! Why would you do that, you meanie?" the Fennekin barked when she had come to her senses. The Zorua, still sprawled out on straw beside her, could only answer her with uncontrollable laughter. Even Liz giggled at the spectacle. The Fennekin huffed angrily, before conjuring orange embers in her mouth, looking to singe her oppressor.

"Alright, alright, that's enough you two," the employee that had escorted them here scolded. "No fighting. That's not what you're here for."

The Fennekin yapped in protest.

"No, no excuses. It's all fun and games until someone gets hurt. No attacks while you're here. And that goes for you too, Rochelle. No more pranks. If you can't behave yourself, I'll have you sent home. Matter of fact, that goes for all of you," she said, meeting eyes with each of them, and then Liz too. "Now ladies, this little bundle of brown is Liz. She's the last girl to join this group, so be sure to make her feel welcome too, okay? Your group leader should be arriving shortly, so until he gets here, do us all a favor and play nice with each other, alright? Alright?"

The four foxes nodded in agreement, and with that she gave Tina permission to drop her girl off.

"Okay, baby," she said, trying so hard to stifle the worry that had painted her face. "You just join the rest of the girls and make friends, okay. It'll be over in no time, I promise."

She carefully placed Liz down on the straw and nudged her forward towards the rest of the pokemon. Liz looked back at her, trying hard to appear brave. But as she watched her master walk back outside, struggling to pull her eyes from the poor little pokemon she had left behind, it was all Liz could do not to dart back to her an beg her not to leave.

"You're supposed to look confident, dummy!" she scolded when she saw Tina's expression sour as the door closed shut. "How am I supposed to keep calm if you're more nervous for this than I am?"

"Nervous? Why the hell would you be nervous?" she heard someone say behind her.

She turned around and found that it was the Zorua's words. The dark fox was startlingly attractive despite her rough demander, sexy in a rather tomboyish way. She made Liz feel a little insecure in her own modest looks.

"Oh, was I speaking out loud?" Liz answered nervously. "Sorry about that. Words just sort of slip out sometimes."

The Zorua eyed her curiously, padding in a circle around her, seemingly inspecting her from top to bottom, her nose alive with little twitches as she sampled Liz's scent.

"Oh, I see. You're a newbie around her, aint'cha? Well damn, girl, there ain't no need to be scared. This place seems to have a no scumbag policy, so the guys signed up here are real classy. They know how to treat a lady right, if you know what I mean."

Liz could only force a laugh of approval.

"Plus, most of them are hella cute too! There's this one guy that I've had my eye on for a while. He's just a class above the rest, in looks and in the way he handles his... Oh crap, where are my manners? The name's Rochelle." She huddled up to Liz, real close, a little too close for comfort, with her warm body's touch startling Liz's senses into panic mode. "But a pretty little thing like you can call me Chelly," she giggled.

"Pleased to meet you. I'm Liz," she said, panting a little. Her body was going crazy with Rochelle's peculiar scent. It was different to her own but sort of familiar. Ah, that was it, she was heating too. In fact, it seemed they all were. The air around them was ripe with the odor of need. The confined space only seemed to condense it until it was stuffy enough to drive the ladies wild. No doubt a clever strategy employed by the breeders.

"So, where ya from, Lizzie? Can't say I've seen all that many Eevees at this nursery before."

"My trainer... lives... in Royal Avenue," she answered in anxious starts and stops. "Would you mind if I asked you to back up a bit? You're really close to me right now and-"

"Huh? What's wrong? I'm only gettin' to know ya a little better." The warm rubbing continued.

"I appreciate the sentiment but-"

"Matter of fact, you're downright jumpy. What's up, sugar? You can't handle another girl being this close to you? Don't tell me... are you... into girls, perhaps?"

"N-N-No! Nothing like that."

"Ya sure? Ain't everyday a girl gets to meet a cutie like you. Hell, for a pair of big brown eyes that pretty, even I'd switch teams."

Liz looked as if she was about to wet herself.

"Damn, Lizzie, I'm only joking! No need to get'cha tail in a twist!" The Zorua chuckled. "Don't mind me. I just like to tease every once in a while."

"More like all the time," the Fennekin growled. "You shouldn't make friends with her. She's a giant meanie!" It was hard to take the pokemon that was so peppy before seriously, especially after her childish temper tantrum. She seemed like a sweetheart though, and Rochelle didn't seem to be taking all her huffing and puffing to heart either.

"Oh, calm down, Felicia. You knew you were just askin' for it, funnin' around like that, makin' a fool o' yo'self. I couldn't resist."

"Shut up, butthole! That's what I get for playing with dark-types. They all suck! Come with me, Liz. Don't let this girl make fun of you too." As she said this she nudged Liz further into the barn, away from Rochelle. Liz shook at the sudden contact. The little Fennekin's body was hot against her own. Although... not an entirely unpleasant kind of hot.

"My name's Felicia, that's pronounced Fa-lee-shee-a," she said with a chipper bark. The speed at which her moods switched was astounding. But not quite as much as the speed with which the bundle of energy spoke. "My mom comes from Kalos, which is super far away. That's why my name sounds strange to everyone here. But their names sound strange to me too!" She dug her snout into her bushy tail and pulled out a hidden twig, which she rigorously began to gnaw on as she spoke. "Anyway, I'm a Fennekin! Isn't that amazing? You've never seen a pokemon like me before have you? I bet you've never even heard of a Fennekin! Go on, tell me how amazed you are! You can only find us in Kalos! They have Eevees there too, so I know all about you, but... hmmm... the ones I met aren't as cute as you are."

"Umm... thanks, I guess," Liz uneasily chuckled. "But I've seen and read about plenty of Fennekins before so..."

"You have?" Felicia exclaimed, pushing her snout right up against Liz's.

"Yeah, in my books-"

"Books? You read books? Like the humans? Wow, you must be super smart!" She inched closer and closer to Liz as she spoke, slowly backing her up against a bale of hay. "I'll bet you know all of the pokemon types, don't you? Can you name all of them, huh? Can you? Can you?"

"Excuse me, Felicia, but would you kindly hold your tongue!" an almost regal voice reprimanded. "You're making a frightful amount of noise, and I can hardly hear myself think over your incessant yammering,"

The two foxes looked upward to find that they had backed up to the foot of the Vulpix's hay bale. She looked down on Felicia, her deep blue eyes meeting the fire-type's with cold indignation.

"Geez, Nolani, I'm just getting to know the new girl."

"You're disturbing her. Just look at her. She's obviously uncomfortable."

"No way! My mom says I'm a pleasure to be around!"

The Vulpix sighed. "I doubt you could even spell 'pleasure'. At any rate, the next time your mother complements you with such obvious nonsense, be a dear and tell her to teach you how to be tactful instead. Nobody likes having their ears chewed off the moment they meet someone new."

Felicia was about to counter with remarks of her own, but the Vulpix had already shifted her attention to a rather confounded Liz. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Nolani, born of the icy slopes of Mount Lanakila, and a future Alolan League Champion in the flesh."

Liz heard Rochelle stifle a giggle behind her.

"M-My name is-"

"Elizabeth, yes, so I've heard. So you're a reader, are you, dear Liz? That's rare. Then again, you do look like a smart one. I love smart girls. Even dull affairs like this one are so much more tolerable when I have an intellectual equal to converse with. Would you like to join me on my hay tower? It's surprisingly comfortable, and I'm sure I'd offer far better company than Ms. Vapid here, or Ms. Ruffian over there."

"What was that? You tryin' to say somethin', princess?" Rochelle retorted with a devilish smirk.

"Was I? I wonder. Perhaps if you work the peanut between your ears hard enough we could figure it out before nightfall."

That was a trigger if ever Liz had heard one.

As the three of them flung themselves even deeper into argument over her company, Liz could only plop down on her haunches, sigh, and listlessly watch her fate be decided from the side lines. She'd read of heat cycles making females overly enthusiastic and a touch territorial, but this was ridiculous. She'd only just arrived and already they were trying to own her.

Still, the three of them were undoubtedly attractive in their own ways, each with their own individual charms that made Liz a little jealous. Heating was supposed to bring out the best in a female just as it brought out the worst, and as she sat observing the three of them lost in primal instinct, she pondered whether she was capable of the same. Perhaps it was just because they had been in the stuffy pheromone filled air longer than she had. Or perhaps her instincts as a female simply weren't up to snuff. Sure, they'd all complemented her, but who's to say they weren't just being nice.

Her eyes wandered to each of them, studying their effeminate bodies, seeing Nolani's beauty, Felicia's cuteness, and Rochelle's raw sex appeal. Then her gaze returned to her own slightly chubby form. It was born of a lack of exercise caused by too much time spent reading rather than training. She judged herself harshly and it was difficult not to feel entirely inferior to the other vixens.

"Now, now, where's all this ruckus coming from?" The four of them heard a voice call from the barn entrance. It was a deep, rich, masculine tone filtering into their ears like the tune of a mastered instrument. It set their chests ablaze. "Such wonderful women shouldn't squabble. You'll take years off your life, you know?"

Liz's little Eevee nose twitched wildly as she caught wind of a particularly alluring scent. Her eyes widened. Her legs trembled, threatening to collapse out from underneath her. Suddenly her breath had become a ragged pant, and she could feel her heart pulsing as if it were about to burst free of her chest. It was a male. And not just any male either. She could tell so much about him from his smell alone. He was older than all of the girls, but still youthful, in his prime it seemed. He was strong and healthy, and most enthralling of all, he was hungry, not for food, but for females. She didn't know how, but she could tell. It was unmistakable. And in that moment, that moment that tickled her down to her very soul, she would have gladly surrendered herself over to sate that appetite.

"Dom!" Rochelle cried, turning from the girls to race to his side.

"Hey there, Chelly! Back for another round, huh?"

"You know I am! I'm just glad I got you as a group leader again."

"Well, given how compatible we were last time we'll probably get paired up on every occasion you come back."

"Really? Maybe I should get my trainer to bring me more often then." Everyone could hear the flirtatious tone dance on Rochelle's silver tongue.

Liz still hadn't turned around to face the mysterious male. Just hearing his voice marinating in her ears was too much stimulation for her. She shuddered to think what would happen to her if she happened to look him in the eye.

Felicia and Nolani, however, made no such effort to avoid his gaze. Even though they'd adamantly argued for her attention just seconds ago, they'd now lost track of Liz's existence entirely. Their eyes passed her to fix themselves to the male behind her. She could only imagine what he looked like. He must have been quite the specimen to have them so hypnotized by his presence.

"Oh, and it looks like we've got a lot of new faces this time around too," he said merrily. "And such gorgeous faces they are!"

"You flatter me," Nolani tittered, hiding a modest blush. "You're not too bad looking yourself. Not bad at all. I'm Nolani, by the way. A true pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"I'm Dominique," he replied, "but most settle for Dom. And believe me, Nolani, the pleasures all mine.

"And what about you?" he asked, though Liz couldn't tell if he meant her or not. She still couldn't face him yet. Not until she'd managed to compose herself somewhat. Felicia, on the other hand, embodied all the embarrassment Liz wanted to avoid. She had gone completely silent. Her tail trembled behind her and her face was scorched so red her ears were venting rippling heat. So this was what it took to quiet her down. Liz wouldn't have pegged her as shy around guys.

"M-My name is Felicia," she said, as cheerfully as she could manage.

"Oh, Felicia!" he said with perfect pronunciation. "Now that's a lovely name. Are you from Kalos, per chance?"

"My mom is," she answered, the tension in her body seemingly melting away. Liz saw her grin reappearing. It looked like her old self was returning. "You say my name really well. People from Alola normally struggle with it."

"I wouldn't be much of a Kalosian if I couldn't say a Kalosian name."

"You're from Kalos too?"

"That's right, though my trainer moved away while I was still a cub so I might be a little rusty with the tongue."

"Oh, trust me, your tongue is far from rusty," Rochelle snickered.

"I'm no expert but I try my best," the male said, laughing along with her. "And how about you, little chocolate fox. Do you have a name?"

Liz gulped. She'd never felt this way about another before. How was it even possible to be this flustered? Was it really the pheromones locked up in the barn that made her this way? Or was it something else. Was it something inside her, something buried deep within that had been activated for the very first time, roaring to life with a zeal she couldn't make heads or tails of. Just minutes ago the very thought of a male was sickening. But now...

Now...

Her claws dug into the straw below her as she steeled herself to face him. Just stay calm,_she commanded herself. _He's just a guy. Just another guy. He might seem great but at the end of the day he's going to do terrible things to you. Remember that you're only here to get this over and done with. Nothing more.

Filled with determination she turned to face him. Still, her movement was more awkward, more robotic, than she'd hoped. Her smile was more forced than she'd intended, and she couldn't help but cringe as her brain pointed out all the mistakes her body was making in the process.

But then she saw him.

And she could feel her crotch burst into flames.

Her sudden arousal blew away any trace of thought, turning her into a fox shaped vegetable. He was so much more amazing than anything she could have imagined, a fox too, and an evolution of herself at that. So radiant, so handsome he was, the sparkling vision of a painfully rare shiny pokemon. His lean frame was coated in pale white, but for his paws and ears, where his fur turned a fetching baby blue. The bowties on his ear and neck twitched, giving life to the four ribbon-like feelers flowing about his person, glowing subtly as it sensed the emotions of the vixens surrounding him. His tail wagged itself into a blue blur behind him as their happiness flowed into his core and excited him to no end.

Liz was awestruck. To think that a Sylveon was this magnificent in person, to have that magnificence enhanced by an exceptional shimmering pelt, and to have her first encounter with one be male. It was like something out of the fairy tales her master had read to her every night before bed.

"Not much for words, are we?" Dominique chuckled, when Liz failed to respond. How could she? Her tongue had long since turned into jelly.

He approached her, his legs moving so graciously it was if he was floating through the barn. Liz found his tall stature, which easily towered over that of the vixens, a little intimidating. He quickly assuaged her fears, stretching out his ribbons to surround and pull her into somewhat of a gentle hug. They tingled against her skin, even through her fur, and all at once it was as if their hearts were linked as one. He could feel her anxiety, her insecurity, and the unsure arousal on top of it all. She could feel him calming her, reassuring her, and most of all, she felt a ravenous lust. It was not only directed towards her, but was born in part because of her.

"Can you feel that?" he asked, smiling so that two cute fangs poked out of his mouth. "That's what I feel. Do you know why? Because of you. You've put me in this state, so don't doubt yourself. You are absolutely perfect the way you are. Any male would be lucky to have you."

How... how could he know so much about her through but the gentlest touch? It should have been unnerving. Yet she felt as if he understood who she was down to her very core. "Do you really mean that?" she said, completely captured by his charm.

"Do you really have to ask? Don't look to my words for answers. Feel my heart instead." He pulled her closer, until his feelers had completely wrapped up her chest, and his overwhelming desire leaked into her soul, merging with her own to form a truly lustful cocktail. "Oh, such a strong libido you have! But it's all hidden. You shouldn't repress yourself like that. Don't be afraid of your body and what it wants. Don't be afraid of what others might think of you either. Just let it out. As soon as you do your inner instincts will bloom and take hold."

Looking deep into his strawberry eyes, the mysteries of the world seemed to unravel around her. "Liz," she said, her muzzle curling into an uninhibited smile. "My name's Liz."

"Pleased to meet you, Liz. I hope we'll get along great from now on."

Then his lips were on hers, before she could even register what was happening. They were soft, warm, and the tongue poking at hers was a little wet too. She closed her eyes and invited him in, feeling her womb quiver as his licker danced across her own, expertly massaging her before drawing her into his maw. She'd never kissed another before, but something about the action felt so natural. She had no doubt her own skill at the satisfying fusion was awkward at best, but Dom paid her fumbling no mind. Instead his feelers told her that he found her inexperience wildly attractive.

They parted with a slight rope of saliva bridging the gap between them, huffing and panting, filling their bodies with pheromone filled air. The aroma of the vixens was starting to drive him insane, she could tell, and in response his body was giving off a reaction of his own. A masculine musk began to circulate in the barn, so thick it could intoxicate the four girls with merely the slightest whiff.

"Oh, looks like you're finally ready, Dom!" Rochelle chirped, savoring his luscious scent. The girls surrounding him had all noticed his sheath beginning to tremble with excitement. Rochelle nudged Liz away from his feeler's grasp and beckoned the others to follow her. When all four of them were in front of Dom, she said, "Listen up, virgins. When you find yourself a male polite enough to wait for your permission, you give him the go ahead like this." She bent her forelegs so that her front was low on the ground and stretched her hind legs to raise her rump as high into the air as she could. Then she flicked up her tail to give Dom the seductive view only a female could offer him.

"T-That seems so lewd," Nolani whimpered, salivating a little. Even she couldn't deny how erotic the ruffian looked as she presented to Dominique. "And entirely unladylike too. I don't know if I could take such a shameful stance." She looked back at Dominique to find him enraptured by the summons, so much so that something bright scarlet had begun to poke from his sheath. "But very well, if it's what needs to be done..." She lifted her wispy tails to present to him too, actually reveling in the indecency she'd embraced.

"Like this?" Felicia asked, eagerly following suite, her tail wagging obliviously as she raised it for Dom.

Liz was all that was left. Don't hold yourself back, she ordered, echoing Dominique's advice. If I just go with the flow, the female in me will know what to do. She took her stance like true temptress, even subconsciously adding a wiggle to her rump to entice him all the more.

Dom couldn't peel his eyes off the four cute slits winking at him, urging him forward. He licked his lips as he spied the long trails of glimmering juice leaking free of their pussies to pool between their legs. "You're all too much for words," he said, grinning. "But seeing how willing you are is making me a bit..."

He didn't finish. Not with words. Instead he answered their primal invitations with feelers reaching out to touch all of their sexes at once. They all jumped simultaneously as he made warm, gentle contact. Dom flicked his ribbon tips over them, earning little gasps and moans from them all as he did so.

"Wonderful," he blissfully sighed." You're all so hot, so wet..." One at a time, he brought the feelers that had toyed with their holes to his lips and lapped their differing flavors off the tips. "And so very excited! I can feel how much you want it through my ribbons. But I can't give it to you like this. You look as if your about to collapse if I touch you any further."

The girls knew he was right. Their trembling legs had lost the strength to keep them standing.

"Let's try this another way." Carefully he wrapped their chests in his ribbons to effortlessly pick up and carry their faltering bodies. He padded to a nearby stack of hay, laid himself flat on his back against it, and spread his hind legs to show off the bulging sheath aching for release. "I've never had so many ladies at once. To be honest, I'm a little scared."

"What are you saying?" Rochelle hummed, teasingly. "This is hardly your first rodeo."

"Still, I'll bet all of you are looking forward to something amazing. It's your first time, after all. I'm not so sure I can live up to all of your expectations."

It was true; they could feel his unease through his feelers.

"You're overthinking it, Dom. It's like ya told Lizzie just now, all you gotta do is let yourself go. The rest comes naturally."

Dom smiled thankfully. "In that case, would the four of you mind terribly if I asked you to fulfill a fantasy of mine? I promise I'll repay the kindness to each of you."

As if he even needed to ask.

The four of them barked their enthusiasm, though there was still a nervous crack in Liz's.

Dom granted them all positions on his body, lowering Felicia and Nolani on either side of his chest, and placing Rochelle and Liz between his hind legs. He looked at them anxiously, wondering if they were still willing to indulge him. They embraced him, waving away his fears with some good old fur on fur contact, their eyes savoring his unique form, and their paws exploring his body with childlike curiosity.

"Alrightie then!" Rochelle cried. "You all get the message, right, girls? Kiss him, and don't stop kissing him until he pops!"

The girls looked to her, saw the cocky grin on her muzzle, swallowed hard when they realized she meant business, and then looked back to Dom to find perverse anticipation on his face. His ribbon tips continued to curl around each of them until they reached each girl's sex once again. He rubbed them up in unison, rather pleased with the choir of moans they rewarded him with. They grew even closer to him as he stroked, Nolani and Felicia clutching his chest, Rochelle and Liz locked to his thighs, their voices quivering with terrible delight.

Nolani was the first to follow her feminine instincts, eagerly meeting his muzzle with her own in a way that made it obvious how jealous she was that Liz got to try it first. She sucked his tongue with vigor, breaking the kiss only to bless his cheeks with an affectionate lap or two. Her chilly lips and body was strangely tantalizing, but welcome to soothe his growing passion. Felicia was the complete opposite, her little body bringing nothing but fiery heat. Her attention was drawn to the adorable nipples running down Dom's chest. She latched her maw to one of the buds, pinching it between her small teeth and suckling it like she always did her mother's. Dom's breaths grew labored; it was as if the fire-type was running a burning chilly against his most tender areas. She giggled, knowing full well a boy wouldn't give her milk, but continued anyway, rubbing another with her fore paw and another still with her hind paw, riling him up with her soft paw pads until the nips swelled and hardened against her touch.

Down below other parts of him swelled too. "They're doing a great job, aren't they?" Chelly chuckled as she drew her paws over his growing bulge. "See what happens when you go with the flow, Liz? Lust is a powerful thing. If you're gonna be all awkward about it, it'll drive ya insane. But if you open up to it, your body will give you heaven on earth!" She stroked Dom even harder as if to prove her point, licking her lips at the bright red tip poking in and out of his sheath with each glorious rub. In the gentle grip of her teeth, she pulled down the fuzzy covering, inch for torturous inch, slowly unveiling his now raging cock from head to base for all the girls to admire. Dom was huge! Liz swore she'd feint if he tried to stick something that big into the sweet hole she'd never given much thought to for all this time.

There's no way, she lamented in her thoughts, just no way.

"Look at all that pre," Rochelle barked excitedly. She let her tongue give the sweet liquid a lap. "Yummy! Here," she said, motioning for Liz to take over. "Since you're new to this I'll let you take care of it."

"M-M-Me? I... well... I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do..."

"Just give it a lick," Rochelle advised, her voice dreamy, as if she was trying to seduce Liz too. "Don't be shy, it'll feel as good for him as his feeler does for you."

Liz bit her lip, her mind reeling with the gentle stimulation still tickling her sex. It wasn't fair that he did all the work, she supposed. Steadily she moved her mouth closer and closer to Dom's cock. Now that she thought about, it did look kind of... cute, for lack of a better word, despite its size. And, if anything, that wonderful scarlet shade, thick aroma, and manly throb was quite alluring. She let her lips touch it, feeling her loins tense from the sensation of its moisture against her snout. Then her tongue was on it. Rochelle was right; the rapidly leaking precum was pleasant on the taste buds.

What am I doing? Why am doing this? I feel so wrong, she thought, yet her body acted on its own, mimicking Rochelle's teasing licks with surprising flare.

"That's it, Liz. Just lick him from top to bottom. Don't let a single inch of it escape you!"

Liz did as she was told, her tongue sailing over his shaft in long, drawn out laps. As she bathed him and sensed the pleasure he was emitting through his ribbon, she felt a startling urge to push things even further, to make him even happier, to test the limits of what she was capable of. Her awakened feminine instinct felt so alien to her, but she wanted to get in touch with it, to embrace it and enjoy everything that came along with it. Even in the heat of mating her curiosity couldn't be stifled.

She brought her muzzle to Dom's tip, parted her dark, rubbery lips over it and swallowed the head, earning a surprised grunt of ecstasy from him. He writhed as she suckled the bulging meat, and she could see the joyful smile flashing on his clenched jaws. This was it! She was fulfilling his fantasies!

"There you go, Liz, now you're getting into it! You're a natural born minx, aren't you?" Rochelle laughed, before taking on a target of her own. As Liz began to bob her head over Dom's penis, she turned her attention to the sweet spot few males knew they even had. She slipped her tongue into his sheath bundled at the base of his cock, stimulating him at the very bottom of his shaft with naughty swirling motions. Beads of pre shot into Liz's mouth, growing larger the deeper into his sheath Rochelle explored. When she was satisfied that she'd earned Dom's attention, Chelly wrapped her mouth around his balls and suckled the fairly large orbs until his toes curled. Had Nolani not been keeping his tongue occupied, she was sure he'd be praising her technique to the heavens.

"Girls!" he gasped, right on cue, pulling himself from Nolani's hungry maw. "You're in a league of your own. I can't take much more!"

Nolani silenced him instantly, kissing him harder and holding him by the cheeks to keep him from escaping again. Felicia hardly noticed, still utterly engrossed in playing with a male's nipples for the first time, never realizing how hot her body had begun to burn. Rochelle grew determined too, her dark-type mind awhirl with nasty fantasies she ached to try out on these new test subjects. On a whim, she acted on one of them, slipping her tongue beneath Dom's balls to pierce his puckered tail hole instead. He bucked meekly, whining as she drove herself as deep into his rear as she could, then twirled about within him to hit another erogenous zone that she knew could cripple any male. How proud she was of herself then, to be so young but so skilled. She looked up to find that Liz was quite the hidden gem too. She had lost herself in the moment; taking his cock so deep she could feel it tickling the back of her throat. Liz knew how insane her behavior was, well aware of how just minutes ago she was scared to death of even looking at the vivacious throb of a male's cock. Yet feeling its pulse inside her had driven her to the point of obsession.

Dom was so close now. He could feel it in his body, and his lovers could feel it in his ribbons. There was no point in fighting it. But he'd be damned if they didn't enjoy it too. He turned his ribbons into weapons of true pleasure, channeling his lust through them to ripple over the vixen's loins. That single vibrating dose of fairy energy had them on the ropes too, turning their bodies desperate with need for release.

All at once it was over. The girls lost themselves, shaking as they peaked, splashing his ribbons with cum and orgasmic energy alike. A hearty satisfaction overtook him as their explosive climaxes stained his fur with hot moisture. He'd done his duty well, it seemed, as had they.

He could contain the rumbling in his crotch no longer. He spread his legs as wide as he could, tensed his lower body as he felt the rush approach, and then gave himself over to his end. Sylveon seed burst into Liz, filling her so rapidly that some shot out of her nose. She fought hard to swallow the plentiful load, struggling against the white jets ramming the back of her throat and filling her cheeks to bursting. But the overflow soon rushed free of her lips, and she had no choice but to turn his cock loose. What a wonderful mistake. The angry rod slipped free and fired a healthy load onto her face, before running wild and plastering Rochelle too. It flipped upward to fire a few sticky ropes onto Felicia and Nolani's thighs as well, before delivering the last of the onslaught onto his own torso.

He was spent. Totally and utterly spent.

His chest heaved proudly, his heart hammering like an Alolan drum.

The five of them nuzzled up to one another for comfort as a sweet afterglow showered over them. They were silent, and drowsy, but still so very alive inside, tingling with the buzz of all of their gratifying sensations connected through Dom's feelers.

"This was so much better than any fantasy I've ever had," Dom said, when his breathing had relaxed to normality again. "Who new having this many lovers could be so delightful!"

"You're telling me!" Rochelle giggled. "That was pretty crazy."

"Absolutely depraved... but rather enjoyable," Nolani added.

"And really messy too," Liz protested.

The group looked upon the mess they had made of themselves and laughed at their foolishness. Even Liz found it in herself to laugh along too.

"Hey... what we did just know... that was s-s-s-s-sex... right?" Felicia yelped. "What mom and dad do when they think I'm sleeping, right? Right?"

Dom chuckled awkwardly, looking to the rest of the girls for answers that they couldn't give him. "That's right," he eventually said, petting her head with a ribbon. "It is the same... probably."

"They always looked like they were in pain, so I was too scared to do anything except watch... but it doesn't hurt at all. I didn't think it would feel this amazing!"

"Oh, so you like that, do ya, blondie?" Rochelle teased. "Then again, Dom's technique is on another level. Just wait till ya feel the real thing! That's where the fun's at. Ain't that right, Dom?"

"Right as rain, I suppose."

"And just to make sure I'm not talking myself into a hole here, you do have the stamina left to show her what that real thing feels like, ain't that right, Dom?"

"You bet I do. Just a second, it should come through any moment now."

A glow overcame Dom, making his shiny coat gleam even brighter. Seemingly from nowhere glittering stardust sprinkled down on upon them, tingling as it came into contact with their fur, and dissipated into nothingness as their bodies absorbed the light. Then there was a sudden surge of energy roaring from within them, clawing its way out to possess their minds with primal instinct.

Arousal made their breaths heavy, forcing pheromone fuelled air into their lungs once again. The potent odor of Dom's plentiful cum seeped into the girl's minds, triggering a cruel fiery ache in their wombs. Almost instantly they were hot again, their pussies wet and twitching for satisfaction.

Surrounded by the girls, Dom was practically drowned in the scent of the cum they had coated his fur in. It drugged him into a horny high, desperate for any release he could get. His crotch rumbled to life again, spurring his rod into a towering erection alive with an angry throb.

"Wow! What is this?" Felicia barked, feeling her body kick into overdrive. "I can't think straight anymore. I... I..." Unable to resist the temptation any longer, she bent herself over to lap up the cum that had soaked into the plumes of fur at the back of her thighs. She was entranced; completely unaware of how lewd she had turned, but wholly uncaring anyway. The rest of the girls saw the spectacle and couldn't resist doing the same.

"That was a Wish I made before I came here, dear. It's just come true," Dom said as he was given the show of a lifetime. "It's great for restoring the body's vitality... but it looks like I might have made it a little too potent this time."

He watched intently as they worked their tongues over their fur, licking up any trace of the thick load he'd delivered. Rochelle and Liz would have to help one another with the grooming, so the little black vixen wasted little time in tonguing the Eevee's cum coated face from top to bottom, before presenting herself to receive the same treatment. The two of them cheerfully complained about how dense it was, how stubbornly it clung to their fur, and how they struggled to swallow it after it stuck to the inside of their mouths. They got the job done in record time all the same.

Spontaneously Rochelle decided to slap Liz with a surprise kiss, slipping her licker into the chocolate fox's muzzle long before she had the chance to resist. Amazingly enough, she went with it, allowing her mouth to be invaded just as she had when Dom claimed her lips. Slowly, their tongues danced over each other, still white with his essence, trading the rich, creamy flavor between each other before finally gulping the cocktail down.

Dom was impressed. This Liz... she might have been reserved when he'd arrived but she was surely learning to let go of her inhibitions now, allowing her instincts to take hold and transform her into a sultry little sex pot. Just the sight of it made Dom's balls tighten.

"Dominique," Felicia whimpered, clutching him tightly, "I... I can't take it anymore. I want to try it... that thing my parents always do... Please, won't you teach me how to do it?"

He leaned in and whispered his answer into her big fluffy ears. They perked up as the tempting words passed his lips and when he was done her face was overcome with a blush so hot the temperature around them began to rise.

"Silly little fire-type," Nolani scolded, fanning a soothing chill from her tail to sweep over the heat and neutralize it. "At least try to control yourself when you're out in public."

"Y-You want to play a game like that with me?" Felicia yipped at Dom, hardly taking note of Nolani. Her tail was flailed into a furious yellow blur behind her.

"Uhuh, just like the game your mom plays."

"Okay! Then, I just have to stand like this right?" She jumped up and stood over Dominique's chest, with her rear to his face and her tail hiked high into the air, granting a fantastic view of her winking little pussy. "Like this? Can you see it?"

"Yeah, just like that. It's so damn cute! I don't think I could take my eyes off of it." He rose to marry his lips to her lower ones, earning a yowl of surprise when they made contact. He teased her folds with an adventurous tongue, drinking down the spicy flavor moistening her crotch. "That's a pretty potent fire you've got going down here for a girl your age. I could swear you're going to evolve soon."

Felicia looked back at him with a determined grin. "If it's a game we're playing there's no way I can lose!"

"That's the spirit! Now walk forward, slowly... slowly... aaaand perfect!" Dom said, guiding her rump to settle over his crotch. As her slit kissed his cockhead, a childish excitement bubbled within him, rendering him panting with anticipation.

"Mmmm, Dominique, am I doing it right? It feels kinda weird." Felicia asked, curiously rubbing herself against the bulge lurching against her thighs.

"But you like it, right?" Rochelle said, grinning when she noticed the waver in Felicia's hind legs.

"I do! I do!"

"Then let the game begin! Everybody pay attention. Mating's an awkward business if you don't know what the hell you're doing, so take notes. Hey, Lizzie, help me out. You take that side and I'll do this one," Rochelle instructed, grabbing a cheek of Felicia's ass to spread her most intimate area.

"Like this?" Liz said as she did the same, and the group collectively held their breath at the sight of her wide opening pussy. Dom swallowed hard, his eyes fixed to Felicia's rear, the puddle of pink taunting him with little twitches so cute he couldn't resist thrusting himself up into her. She yelped, arching her back as his tip invaded her.

"Wh-What's happening?" Felicia yelled, overcome by the sudden surge of sensations lighting her insides up like a Christmas tree. "I- I'm..."

She lost any and all control she might have held over herself. An orgasm screamed within her, tearing through her nerves and turning her mind to paste. It took both Liz and Rochelle to hold her up as she lifelessly slumped over, barely conscious enough to realize that she was cumming.

Dom saw and opportunity and he took it. The contractions rippling through her loins not only tightened around his tip but loosened her up as well. He inched his way deeper into her virgin hole, massaged all the way to her core by spastic walls. When his head kissed her cervix at last, he realized that she was too small to take him any further than half of his length. He was a little disappointed, as was his raging cock, but for her sake, he thought it better to make the most of it.

"Here, I've got her," Dom said, looping his ribbons around her and pulling her half limp body back onto his. He let her settle on top of him, her back on his chest, her legs dangling powerlessly in the air, and her pussy still well stuffed by his manhood. When she finally regained herself, the fire-type heat in her flared to life again, setting his length ablaze with flaring sensation.

"How's this, Felicia?" he whispered into her large ears. "Are you comfortable?"

"Yeah," she answered. Her tongue slurred. "But my brain is spinning. I don't know what's happening anymore."

"Should we stop?"

"N-N-No, don't! I... I want to... win the game."

Though it seemed that her body had long since tapped out and her mind was soon to follow, Dom decided it was best to honor her wish. That, and he still curious to explore her femininity a bit more thoroughly. He nuzzled a cheek against hers to draw her into a gentle kiss from behind, wrapped his paws around her chest to keep her stable, and slowly began to ease himself in and out of her. She huffed into his mouth, quiet moans barely escaping her, no doubt overcome by the strange feeling of him thrusting his slippery flesh into her body.

The girls watched with astonishment as he gently pumped into her, steadily picking up his pace until he'd found a good rhythm. The sight had them licking their lips. Rochelle whispered another naughty plan into the ears of her fellow vixens, and though they looked at her with reluctance at first, deep inside they were all too eager to try her schemes out.

"Just a moment now, ruffian," Nolani objected. "This girl... this foolish little girl... I shall carry out her punishment. You two may watch my genius from there."

"Hey now, it was my idea, princess." Rochelle protested.

"It was. And now I am borrowing it."

"Being good at something like this takes a bit of hands-on experience. No offence, princess, but I don't think you've got what it takes."

"You told me to take notes, but practical application is the best instructor. My natural talents will make up for whatever skill I may lack."

"A-Are you sure, Nolani?" Liz said. "I mean... something like that is-"

"You did the same to him not a minute ago, didn't you? If a mere Zorua is capable of suggesting such a thing, and an Eevee is brave enough to do it, what does that make me, who simply watches with cowardly astonishment? I... I am a purebred lady. Something like this... something like this should be but child's play for woman of my caliber."

"Leave her be, Liz," Rochelle suggested. "If she's so great, let's let her put her money where her mouth is. Who knows, watching a high and mighty Vulpix do something this naughty might just make my day." There was a sly grin on her muzzle, one that made Liz wonder if this wasn't her true goal all along. She found it hard to deny that a part of her wanted to see the debauchery unfold too. She relented and resigned herself to watching the spectacle, inching her paw over her mound, which had begun to feel so very alive with horny tingles.

The snow white of Nolani's cheeks had turned a sizzling scarlet. Anxiously, she slipped between Felicia's hind legs, now flailing with the increased force of Dom's thrusts, and locked her gaze to the sight of her pussy lips clenched around his shaft. She gathered her proud resolve and sealed her muzzle around the little clit that had swollen with such excitement. The bead trembled between her lips, shooting raw pleasure up the Fennekin's spine, until all it took to finish her was the slightest lap of a tongue.

"Come now, airhead!" Nolani scolded, as she teased Felicia's clit with the slightest of nibbles. "You're a woman now, aren't you? It is a woman's job to satisfy her man at all costs. Show some fortitude!"

"I... I... wait, Nolani! It feels too good!" Felicia squealed, overcome by the soaring urge to climax.

"Bear with it," Nolani ordered. "This is your punishment for finishing by yourself! A real lady knows better than to let her own body overwhelm her." The suckling continued, marrying a frosty tongue to a spicy pussy. Hot and cold met, mixed and fizzled, until the tantalizing stimulation evaporated their urge to fight one another.

"Harder, Lani! Harder Dom!" Felicia cried, actively rocking her rump up into Nolani's muzzle and down into Dominique's crotch. Her tongue lolled and her chest quivered, her heart racing, her nerves reeling from the duel pleasures of an icy licker on her clitty and a hard cock pummeling her core.

Felicia gave one last exasperated gasp and came again, her back arching high, squirting a long jet of steamy waterworks as her body's own fire consumed her. The constriction of her walls was even more potent than before, leaving her helpless to fight her most powerful orgasm yet, and with a high pitched howl, her mind gave in, rendering the exhausted but thoroughly satisfied kit paralyzed with pleasure.

"Hmmm, Felicia, for such a ball of energy you really are a quick shot, aren't you?" Nolani teased as she licked the frazzled Fennekin's cum off her face. Being directly in front of the girl when her body surrendered, there was no way she could avoid getting a heavy splashing. "There's no way Dominique could ever be satisfied if you climax every two seconds." Cub cum had doused her from the tip of her nose to her chest, and droplets snaked their way down her legs to pool at her paws. The flavor, on the other hand, was a cut above any of the rich delicacies Nolani's master ever had gifted to her. She lapped the essence up with glee.

"Aww, don't be too harsh on her," Dom said, kissing her on the forehead after laying her down on the straw. "She's still pretty young, right? And a virgin on top of that. Nobody's a champion on their first try."

"Still, you don't look like you've calmed down a bit," Liz said, eyes locked to the pulsing length that had so deliciously slipped out of the Fennekin. "If anything, I'd say it looks even more agitated. All Felicia did was tease the thing." Liz was so sure the sight of a desperate cock would be the most revolting thing she would ever lay eyes on, and yet now she couldn't pull her gaze from its beauty. How wrong she'd been for all this time.

"If its relief you need, I have no qualms with offering my assistance, Dominique." Nolani said, nuzzling against his cheek. "I admit I lack experience, just like Felicia, but I am of a superior breed and training. Perhaps my body will fare a little better."

"Hey, princess, we've got a queue going here," Rochelle whined. "Who said you could just shove your way to the front?"

"It's okay, Rochelle, everyone will get a turn, I promise." Dom laughed, much to Nolani's apparent delight.

"You sure a 'lady' like you should have a smile that big when offering something so 'indecent'?" Rochelle quipped.

"I am a female first and a lady second," Nolani retorted. "A female's got to do what a female's got to do. And I was taught to always do my duties with pride. Now, Dominique, please don't be reserved. I'm availing every morsel of my being for you and you alone, so do take advantage of me until you're totally and utterly satisfied.

"Here, allow me," she continued, climbing on top of him to straddle his crotch. The rapid rise and fall of her chest against his own put any inhibitions Dom might have had to bed, and no time his lips were fusing with hers again. He gently drew his ribbons over the small of her back, massaging his paws along her sides and into her soft thighs, mapping out her delicate frame through his touch.

She did the same, channeling her icy power through her paw pads to tingle through his fur as she rubbed them over his sturdy chest. He gave a girlish yip when the sudden chill struck him, but his ragged breaths soon eased to normality as he grew to like the sensations fluttering over his skin. Nolani loved that. She'd never imagined that the most erotic thing she'd ever see was the sturdy rise and fall of a broad, masculine chest. So horny was she for him now that her tails had worked themselves into a needy shiver.

"What's wrong?" Nolani panted when she saw Dom's eyes fixate on the pink nipples hardening and rising from the white fur of her belly. Her breath caught in her throat when she realized just how lewdly the reddening little nubs contrasted her pelt. Yet the embarrassment only served to fuel her arousal. "Do... do you like them, Dominique. I could... if you would like, I could..." Her body finished the thought for her, moving backward to sink between his thighs until her belly had covered his manhood. "They're not all that big yet," she whimpered, with a hint of shame that felt alien to her, "but if you'd like, I could try pleasuring you with them. My... my breasts, that is. Would that be alright? If they don't appeal to you-"

"No, no, nothing of the sort!" Dom answered immediately. "I... I like your breasts very much. If it would make you happy to use them, I wouldn't dare refuse."

The grimace Nolani gave him as her cheeks reddened was the kind that would have males fighting tooth and claw for the right to call her mate. She began to rock her body over his, slow and jittery at first, then with more assertion once a sense of confidence had burned through her awkwardness. Her teats were small so she maneuvered herself from side to side, making sure all six of her chill induced nips got to glide over his cock. The sensation of her modest tits rubbing him up gave her as much pleasure as it gave him. In no time his had penis throbbed to such a lively state that each pulse it made against her belly had her nubs growing tender and excited, fizzing like live wires that threatened to have her howling through mammary stimulation alone.

She rose off of him rather unceremoniously, a frenzy clear in her eyes, their cool blue depths begging him to mate her in earnest. "So you're just as impatient as I am," he whispered under his breath, slipping a ribbon around the base of his cock to point it upright. "Go ahead," he said cupping her cheeks with his paws. "This is your time. Become a woman at your own pace. I won't interfere."

There was a sincerity to his smile that was simply infectious.

As Nolani aligned herself with Dom's length, a part of her wondering just how her delicate body would be able to take in something so utterly charged with depravity, she gave a girlish whimper every time his warm tip nudged against her clit. As she eased herself over him, lavishing him with long, pleasured moans, a mix of natural cold and arousal induced heat whirled over his shaft, growing more powerful as her lips spread to welcome and engulf him. Nolani might have been older than Felicia but her pussy was almost a tight. Yet she still managed to take him far better than Felicia could, her juices flowing more easily, allowing her vagina to gobble up his cock until barely a quarter remained unswallowed. Her legs shivered, the strength in them growing more feint with each inch of cock reaching into her sex, until his head caressed her innermost folds and the stimulation had them buckle beneath her.

"I'm sorry," she said in a ragged pant, trying to gather what strength she had left to stand on her fore legs. But even the slightest twitch of his cock within her triggered thousands of nerves she never even knew she had, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through her loins and turning her limbs to putty. "I didn't mean to fall on you. It's just... If I move now I'll definitely cum!"

"It's incredible, isn't it, Lani?" Felicia whispered into the Vulpix's ears from behind. "When a thing like that fills you up, it feels like the world's falling apart all around you."

"For once you and I can agree," Nolani answered with a titter. "Honestly, for such a beautiful man, you sure have the most boorish cock, don't you, Dominique?"

"Is that something a respectable young lady should be saying?" he teased.

"Like I said, I'm a female first and a lady second." The rapid shivering of her rump sapped any authority her words might have commanded.

"Oh, what's this, huh? Looks like you're having some trouble, aren't you?" Felicia said, smacking the snow vixen's ass with a paw. "What was it you said? A real woman wouldn't hesitate to satisfy her man, right? Right?" She let both forepaws sink into the soft globes, diffusing sweet heat into Nolani's derriere. "Come on, you've rested long enough, Lani. Your male wants you to please him!"

"W-W-Wait!" Nolani cried as Felicia lifted her rear to help her rise off Dom's cock. Her words melted into a whine of delight as the friction of his hot shaft receding from her body massaged pleasure into her rippling walls. Then she felt Felicia tighten her gasp and pull her downward again, splitting her pussy as it gleefully devoured Dom once more. A spike of ecstasy burned through her entirety as he launched inside her, somehow magically hitting her vagina's every fold.

"N-No! Stop! It's... It's too good!" she joyfully yipped, as Felicia continued to lift and drop her on top of Dom, churning her hips to butter with such delightful penetration. "I can't take much more! I'm too close!"

"Stop what? I'm not doing anything anymore," Felicia chuckled, and it was then that Nolani noticed that her hips were moving by themselves, her legs flexing to keep her bouncing on Dom's cock. The confusion on her face said it all. Even she had no idea she was capable of pushing herself this far for just the slightest hint of an orgasm. She was such a dirty girl. Dom himself had become enraptured with her body, his ribbons coiling around her chest to hug it against his own, holding her close as her pelvis pounded him into sweet oblivion.

As quickly as it started it was over. With one last thrust, Nolani's insides contracted into a vice-like grip as she climaxed, her thighs tensing around his hips and her tails shuddering uncontrollably. Instinctually her orgasm conjured a chill from deep within and sent it radiating outward, surrounding Dom's cock with a cool tingle as her folds contorted around it. Icy fingers leapt up her spine, playing it like piano to overwhelm her with the touch of the manhood pulsing at her womb's entrance. She did not cry out, could not, as her jaws were clenched, letting only the tiniest squeal escape. Then she collapsed onto him as if all of the energy had been syphoned from her body at once.

"Dom..." Nolani said, her sharp tone mellowed into a drowsy hum, "Did you cum?"

"I don't know what to tell you, my lady. I was close, but not quite close enough."

"I see. I'm sorry. I really did try my best."

"Silly girl, there's no need to be sorry. As long as you enjoyed yourself, I couldn't be any happier."

Dom eased her onto the straw so she could get some rest, careful to pull out of her sensitive sex gently. He gave the icy fox a little kiss on the forehead, and winked for Felicia to join him. She did so with vigor, laying herself down next to Nolani, snuggling up to her cool body and latching herself to one of her nipples as zealously as she had Dom's.

Looking deep into the innocence in Felicia's eyes as she continued her suckling, Nolani couldn't help but sigh in submission. She'd have been lying if she said she didn't find the nursing rather relaxing. "So you think you have permission to have your way with my body now, do you?" she said, petting Felicia's head endearingly. "Well, I suppose there's nothing that breeds familiarity like a tongue on your vagina, is there? But! If you're to be my friend, the two of us will have to work on your interpersonal decorum. Fear not, for I am an excellent teacher. Who knows, I might even be able to make a lady out of you yet!"

"I don't want to be a lady, Lani. That's who you are. I want to be me. My mom says real friends are the ones who... um... what was it? Oh yes! Real friends are ones who appreciate you for who you are!"

"I... I see. Wise words your mother has given you there. Still some measure of self-control couldn't hurt. But we'll figure out the details later. For now, cut the chatter and keep suckling them for as long as you can. When you're tired... we can... switch."

"Really? You're going to do me? No-one's ever done that for me before! Then I'll suck extra hard to earn it!"

And suck she did, ravishing Nolani's tits as if they were as rich and supple as a Miltank's. "Lord above, you're incorrigible!" Nolani squealed as the sudden pleasure lit up her belly. "But I suppose that simplicity is what makes you so infectious."

Dom chuckled as he admired their growing affection. It seemed the two of them had begun an inseparable friendship. Satisfied that they were satisfied, he turned his attention to the two remaining vixens.

"Alright, who would like to go next?" he asked, feelers poised for more erotic mischief.

"Sorry, Lizzie," Rochelle said with a sly grin, "but if Dom hasn't cum after two women, he might need a more experienced paw. Don't worry, though. I won't drain those balls too dry. I'm just gonna soften him up for ya."

"Hmm, something like this is pretty unusual." Dom mused, looking at his stiff cock staring up at him. "Both Felicia and Nolani were really tight. And they did such a great job too. Perhaps I really did make the Wish a little too potent this time around."

"Well, none of that matters now," Rochelle said, sauntering over to him to rub her nose against his. "I'll take real good care of you. What you need is to blow off some of that steam, and you know the way I like it the most is perfect for that."

"You don't mean..."

"Hell yeah, I do!"

Dom laughed, petting her head with a paw. "Then, I won't hold back, Chelly!"

"You know that's what I want!"

Rochelle looked back at Liz, regarding her with what was clearly devious intent. "Then again... Liz, I'm sure you've noticed by now that I'm a little different from most, right? How should I put it..."

"You like doing dirty things?" Liz chuckled.

"Well, that's one way of putting it," Rochelle said as she padded towards her, a playful flit in those sock like paws, a twinkle in her eye, an energetic whisk whipping her tail from side to side. She grew so close to Liz that their noses touched, and the startled little Eevee backpedalled anxiously. "Where are you going, girl? I don't bite. Much."

"W-What are you doing, Chelly? I... I..."

"Yeah, you, you! That's what I want." In a flash Rochelle darted forward, nudging Liz so that she toppled onto her back, cushioned by the stack of straw. She held her down with her own body, grinning as she rubbed her chest over Liz's. The chocolate fox did try to escape, however meekly, but the sudden sensation of Rochelle's lips on her own soon muted any resistance. She expected her maw to be ravaged by an impatient tongue, but the kiss was soft, gentle, and wispy, almost ephemeral, so feint Liz wondered if it had even happened at all. It was so unlike Rochelle. When they parted her confusion was met with a rather dreamy look in the Zorua's eyes.

"I'm not like most," she reiterated. "Life... it's a big box a chocolates. And I just love tasting them all. Male, female, any type is all good with me! This little kink of mine, you don't mind it, do ya?"

"It's a little late to be asking that, don't you think?"

There was a warmth to the smile Rochelle gave Liz that had her heart pounding. The scarf like fur necklacing the both of them merged into a sea of cream and jet when they kissed, their lips meeting more deliberately this time, growing more passionate as their hunger for one another surfaced. First a male's cock and now a girl's lips; what else would her mouth grace before the day was done. Liz could hardly recognize herself anymore. It had to be the pheromones, she told herself again. Yes, that was it; it had to be the pheromones.

It was only once their lips had parted and their tongues had begun to embrace that Dom crept up behind them. Instinctively Rochelle lifted her tail, once again presenting him with everything she had to offer him. But she did not pull herself away from Liz, choosing to settle on top of her instead, as if she were a male about to slip into her depths. Rochelle wrapped her paws around her, grinning as she pulled her plump body into a close hug, while slipping her hind legs between the Eevee's to spread them.

"H-Hold on," Liz whimpered, "he'll... he'll see my..."

"That's the idea, honey. You just leave everything to us, okay? All I want you to focus on is keeping me glued to this soft body of yours."

There was a grin on Dom's face as the vision that was both of their pussies twinkled in his eyes. It was a grin of wonderment, of excitement, of raw lust, of thanks to every god that existed in this world for giving him the chance to witness so beautiful a sight before he died. He approached their cute little slits with reverence, containing his raw desire with what little sense remained to him, desperately fighting the urge to pound the two of them into oblivion then and there. This was still about them, after all. Rather than selfishly taking his own pleasure he felt it his duty to make them happy. He brought his snout right up to their twitching holes, so close they could almost feel the cold of his nose. Then he took one last enticing whiff of their combined scent, salivating as they mixed and a mashed within his nostrils, fizzing his brain into a ridiculous high so potent he swore the cock raging between his legs would curse him out for teasing it so.

Sorry little guy, he thought, as he wrapped a feeler around his aching penis to gently stroke at its length. Precum poured from its head like desperate tears. Just a little longer. You'll get your chance, I promise. He bit his lower lip. Telling the girls his Wish was too powerful was a white lie he'd chosen to take with him to the grave. Every time he penetrated one of them, he fought with every fiber of his being not to cum. All of them needed to be satisfied, each and every one of them, and he'd be damned if he ran out of steam before that happened.

By now Rochelle had rocked herself into a slow, sexy thrust over Liz's body, their lips still merged, their stiffened and sensitive nipples making their bodies jolt whenever they caressed one another, their pink slits pushed together, gliding over one another in a juicy kiss. They were gushing now, their little moans giving life to the desire for something more substantial, more filling, and they got it when Dom finally slid himself between them.

The sudden burst of satisfaction his feelers detected as he mounted Rochelle from behind and pushed his cock between their pussy lips filled him with pride. To say that it felt good to be embraced by both of their sexes at once was so much of an understatement that it bordered on being a lie. With shallow, deliberate thrusts, Dom began to ease himself between the two of them , hardly noticing the panting he had worked himself into, fully absorbed by the ludicrous array of sensations driving his cock to madness.

"Dom!' the girls had taken to instinctively moaning when their lips weren't fused. They suffered under the pleasure together, their forelegs still wrapped around each other, their grip growing tight, and the pleasure so surreal they had to nip at each other's ears to make sure that they were still there and hadn't slipped into the warm void of some wet dream. Rochelle's face had become a big, lusty smile, and Liz's tongue lolled, as if she'd lost her wits entirely. She was having sex, she realized with what few faculties remained unscrambled. She was actually having sex. With a male! Tina was right. This was a heaven not even her wildest dreams could have prepared her for.

It was only once Dom had worked himself into powerful, rapid thrusts, coating his cock in an abundance of female moisture, that he slipped free of the kiss of their lower lips for something even more exciting.

"You ready, Chelly?" he panted, lining himself up with her hole, his hot tip scalding her winking entrance.

"You know I am!" she cried back, laughing all the while. The joy in her voice was palpable.

"Then here... I... come," Dom grunted as he pushed himself into her, clenching his jaws as he felt the embrace of her walls flex around his member. The grip was sporadic, now rippling over him, now loosening to let him penetrate further, now tightening again. Despite the kaleidoscope of sensation, before they knew it, Dom was in, fully submerged this time, a sigh of grateful satisfaction leaving his lips as he reveled in the heat consuming him from base to tip. He kept himself still for a moment, to savor the spasm of her walls around him, to let her feel the throb of his manhood reciprocating, their flesh, their bodies communicating with one another in movements all their own, blissfully, but impatiently.

"You feel that, Chelly?"

"Yeah, I do," she chuckled.

"It's really strange when you stop to think about it, isn't it?"

"Nah, if your body ain't begging for like this, it means you ain't doing it right, don'tcha think?"

There was a twitch in Dom's ribbons. "Yeah, I guess you are right. Then again, if you've got the luxury to stop and think about fucking while your fucking..."

And then their moratorium was over. The puckered ring of Rochelle's ass had begun to quiver around Dom's girth, pleading with him to thrust, and never stop thrusting. He did just that. His pounding was elegant, the muscles in his body flexing beautifully as he drove deep into Chelly's hungry tail hole. Their mating looked like something out of an erotic fairy tale, filled with passion, but an artistic kind, the kind one would see on an ancient mural, rather than between the sheets of the average couple.

But slowly, as their pleasure, their energy, their raw heat, grew, churned to life by the wet friction of male and female locked into nature's primal calling, their meeting became less poetic, less musical. Soft, wispy moans morphed into sexually charged rasps and grunts. The gentle pitter patter of fur on fur transformed into the vulgar, wet slap of his balls on her dripping snatch. The whimsical splendor of their attractive bodies merger dissolved into the raw vigor of mating, of Chelly's ass cheeks rippling as Dominique fucked the life out of her. Gone was Liz's long held illusions, of princes and princesses making tender love, shattered by reality, so much rawer, uglier, but strangely, no less entrancing to look at.

This rough and tumble pounding, this almost barbaric debauchery, this roaring clamor of, "Harder, fuck me harder, Dom!" invading her ears, this look of pure bliss on Chelly's face as her body lost the strength to keep up with the ecstasy coursing through her every nerve, her every cell, this was real sex. Not the dribble she'd grown up reading. This was real sex! And for all its bombast, Liz was sure she never had and never would see anything as arousing in all her life.

"That's it, Dom!" Rochelle continued to cry. "Fuck me!Fuck me!"

Evidently the man knew what she wanted and knew how to give it to her. In granting Chelly the rough treatment she begged for he vented all the frustration of not being able to cum. For a moment he lost himself. He locked his forelegs around her body, wrapping her up in his ribbons, shoving one into her mouth for her to suckle on while thrusting another into her pussy. Rochelle's poor overloaded mind spiraled with fantasies of not one but three Sylveons, banging all of her holes at once, manhandling her body like the slutty fox that she was. Never, never in her wildest dreams had she imagine so perfect a mating. She could see it now, could feel it now, soon her fantasy males would cum, in her, on her, all over her, turning her into a canvas on which to paint their orgasms, both inside and outside. She wanted it so badly now, to feel the warmth soaking into her fur, to look over her body and see her dark, sexy body turned pure white.

"D-D-Dom!" she cried, muffled by the feeler darting in and out of her mouth "Give me everything... everything... y-y-you've got!" She tightened the ring of her asshole, contracting her walls, and thrust her rear out high, bracing herself against the rabid fucking he allowed to consume him. She wanted him to climax, but found herself cumming instead, her legs losing all strength and collapsing onto Liz. She held the Eevee tightly, moaning with a cute high pitch that betrayed her sultry nature; one Liz didn't think she was capable of making. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she whimpered with a violent shudder, and then it all washed over her, her body's powerful contractions, Dom's heat, Liz's comfort, her fantasies playing themselves out, a silly smirk on her face as she pictured him jetting ropes of cum deep into her belly.

How disappointed she was when she found herself rather empty and not nearly sticky enough.

"I'm sorry, Dom," Rochelle said with a huff of exhaustion, once she had clambered off Liz to lie on the straw next to her. "Looks like that Wish gave you so much stamina even I couldn't drain you dry. What the hell did you do to make so strong this time?"

Dom could only give her an embarrassed chuckle. If only she knew just how close he was to cumming in those final seconds, if only she knew what it took to keep himself from making a royal mess of her. He started believing some type of award was in order for this caliber of performance.

"Well, no matter. I'd say it was worth it just to get a taste of that new thing you did with your ribbons. I've never seen you that enthusiastic or inventive before. Turns out your naughty ideas would put even mine to shame. And that's saying something!"

"That's not a normal thing?" Liz asked?

"Definitely not. Not even for him. Maybe tantric sex unlocks his true talents. And here I thought he was talented before."

"Tantric sex?"

"Never mind that," Dom said with a nervous crack in his voice. "I'm sure watching me have fun with everyone else has made you pretty impatient, hasn't it?" He struggled to contain his impatience, and was sure his hurried tone gave him away. He felt nothing but surprise when she met him with a look of pure embarrassment, her hind legs closing hesitantly, her eyes finding every inch of that barn but the space he occupied. Even after all that had happened she still harbored trepidation. He shook his head to dislodge the lust that had clouded it and turned his focus back to his poor client. She had come for him, not the other way around.

Liz's mind ran amok with images of the vixens mating Dom so earnestly. She wished she was so much more like they were, cute and naive like Felicia, graceful and beautiful like Nolani, sexy and downright seductive like Rochelle, anything at all that would make her feminine enough a mate for Dominique. She wanted to be competitive like the Fennekin, dutiful like the Vulpix, depraved like the Zorua... and yet there was something that made her as attractive as the rest. She did a double take, that wasn't her thought just now. Ribbons slowly curling around her body told her they were Dom's.

He was standing over her now, easing his body onto hers, his chest onto hers, his lips onto hers. "I told you you were just as alluring as they were when we started, didn't I? Or did you forget?" Again he channeled his desire through his feelers to show her what she did to him, cracking a smile at the surprised yip she gave when it hit her. A bated breath later and he could practically feel the heat of a scorching hot blush flaring on her cheeks below her fur. Her body responded with desire of its own, traveling along his feelers in slivers at first, before flooding his soul like rapids empowered by a monsoon.

"I don't get it, Dominique. Why someone like me? I don't have any of what they have."

"That's right. You don't. You're not them, and you shouldn't try to be. Who you are is more than enough."

"A chubby nerd that does nothing but read books all day? So appealing!"

"Is that what you see?" He wrapped her up in his paws now, nuzzling his cheeks against her as he relished the warmth of the hug. "I see a plump little fox, who doesn't realize how much more relaxing it is to rub up against a partner that's this cushy. I see an intelligent girl, way smarter than I could ever be, who doesn't even notice how hot her curiosity makes her. Felicia wanted to play a game, Nolani wanted to honor her mate, Rochelle wanted to lose herself in her fantasies, but you, my horny little Liz, you're a curious one. You take one look at my body and in an instant your mind lights up with all the things you could do to me... and all the things I could do to you. And, hell, all the things we could do together!"

"I'm not that curious."

"Really? Aren't you? Do you know where I got the idea to pleasure Rochelle so thoroughly?"

"I know you're not going to say me."

"Who else?"

"I wasn't thinking about anything like that at all!"

"Maybe you weren't conscious of it, but as you watched us your mind was reeling, girl. All I did was flick my feeler against you and all of a sudden I was overwhelmed with the stuff your imagination was coming up with in there. You might not think it, but you're a freak, Liz! I sensed it when we met, but I had no idea just how deep it ran."

Liz hadn't noticed it, but every word flowing over his tongue, filtering into her long ears, tiding her over with the lust that deep down she knew he was right about, had her tightening her hug around him, pulling her heating body closer and closer to him, he who had the power to understand better than even she could, who had the courage to tell her the things she'd always denied. She burned for him. She ached for him. She wanted every inch of his body to touch every inch of hers. No longer did she care if this unfathomable need was the result of her heat. No longer did she care if was the subtle influence of their mingling pheromones. No longer did she care that it could've have been something more, something depraved that she kept hidden deep within herself. She'd embrace them all if it meant Dominique would be the one to take her first time.

"If I'm that attractive to you..."

"You are."

"Then prove it. I want you all over me."

"All over?"

"All over. We'll make it our experiment. There are too many things I haven't felt before, and clearly I don't know my body nearly as well as should. So you're going to show me, and teach me about myself. With your lips of course."

"Well then, your wish is my command."

A sense of satisfaction hung between them, clinging to their faces in excited smiles, smiles they could feel even as they slipped into another kiss. Dom would start his exploration with her keen tongue. Though he did his best to be the one pleasing her, Liz seemed to have other ideas, forcing herself into his mouth despite his gentlemanly attempts and ravishing everything between his cheeks. They parted with and loud heavy pant, both of them flushed to no end, both of them eager to see what would happen next.

"Everywhere," she had told Dominique. The instructions were clear. Find every erogenous zone on her body and pleasure it until she was about to burst. Dom started simple, tracing his tongue over the inside of Liz's lengthy ears. They quivered under his wet touch, her surprised yips forming music in his ears.

"Am I tickling you?" he asked between laps, not stopping the wet exploration for even an instant.

His smooth voice caressing her ears so closely had her crotch shuddering. "No," she whimpered, "it feels a little weird, but not ticklish."

"Good," he answered, now wrapping two of his ribbons around her ears to massage them from base to sensitive tip. His tonguing, however, continued its adventure, lapping along her chubby cheeks, into her mane to get at her neck, settling on her collar bone for a spell, which seemed an especially good spot to tease. Then he made a detour, his kisses slipping into the soft pit of her leg.

"D-Dominique!" she protested. But the simple, "Everywhere," he gave in response silenced her. Nowhere was off limits. Everywhere was sacred, deserving of his deepest worship. Her body had become his shrine, and he had little reservations about praying on every inch of it. His laps soon traveled to her paws, his licker showing off the delicacy in its prowess as he lapped at her paw pads and slipped between her toes. This time she was ticklish. A no go then.

His ribbons descended from her ears to coil around her forelegs and flick their tips against her paw pads, gently, so that their stimulation was sharp but not quite sharp enough to have her kicking with laughter. A third ribbon entertained itself by toying with her collarbone again, gliding along at its own deliberate pace.

Then Dom was on her belly, and the world seemed to vanish from existence, but for the two of them. His warm breath on her skin had her shivering. She looked down into his eyes to watch him nearing her nips, staring intently for the moment he'd slip one between his lips. She didn't have to wait long. He poked at them first, rubbing up the small buds that had grown so hot and hard. Then he ran his paw pads down her belly, down the twin nipple rows bearing three nubs each, flitting over them at first, before capturing them in his maw to suckle them into submission, or nibbling at them to coax a sharp moan or two form Liz's throat.

The feelers left her fore legs to work their way around her thighs instead, spreading her hind legs to reveal everything to him. Shame and excitement fought a tumultuous battle within her, but in the end she could not bring herself to resist him. His kisses grew lower, and lower, and so much lower, until he was on her mound, where her fur grew a little thicker. He came closer, and closer, and so much closer to the place that had become the center of her world. It was all that mattered, all that she lived for. Never had she thought that the slit between her legs could claim so powerful a hold over her mind, wrestling with it until it was fully suppressed and the urgency of mating instinct became everything she was and ever had been. Her whole life had built up to this moment, she realized, the destiny of all life being to make more life to surpass it.

"Do it," she was whispering under her breath, her toes clenched with anticipation, her thoughts reeling, spinning into a black hole of lust. "Do it, Dom! Right there! Kiss me there!"

He tortured her, bringing his snout so close to it she could feel the heat of his breath tingle on her lips. She felt her loins twitching, and as Dom admired the subtle movements, the cute begging, an evil smirk consumed his features. He parted his lips to slip out his tongue, wriggling it as he neared her, aware of the breath she held in her chest, aware of the desperation staining her scent. He laughed when the tension grew too hilarious, then surprised her with a long, broad, savory lap that blessed all of her pussy at once.

The loud moans of, "Eevee! Eevee!" could not be contained then. Dom brought every ounce of skill he had acquired to bear on her sex, kissing her outer lips, flicking his licker over her inner ones, and suckling her cute little clit which had finally come out to play. Her bushy tail wagged itself into frenzy as his tongue wormed its way into her, slipping deep into the boundless heat inside her, stirring up the juices that had begun to flow so freely, reaching out to please every fold it could find. His wet nose rubbing against her clit as he ate her out and the soft cuddle of his feelers squeezing her plump thighs set her lower body alight, her nerves becoming a blaze of activity as they struggled to comprehend the overflow of stimulation. This was nothing like the first orgasm he gave her. This was a whole new world of pleasure. It brought a smile to Liz's face to know that the feelings rippling through her being were the very same ones she'd given him when her own maw was so tightly wrapped around his cock.

Payback, huh? echoed a stray thought amongst the sea of pleasure that had consumed her mind.

Just as a throb had built in his shaft when orgasm loomed, a twitch grew more frequent in her clit, spurring her walls into rapid convulsions that churned her belly into a sensory bonfire. "I'm cumming!" she cried, barely able to contain her glee. She braced her tail below her to rock her pelvis upwards, and gripped the back of his head to grind his muzzle into her pussy. "D-D-Dom... Oh God, I'm cumming!"

Her words only made him more relentless. With determination he drew his tongue over her walls, narrowing its assault to the roof of her vagina. She could feel him nearing her g-spot, close, but out of reach for now, yet simply lapping near it was enough to throw her over the edge. Every muscle in her body pulled tense as she came. She howled her lungs out as what must have been a sensory explosion consumed her pussy. The juices firing into Dom's maw perturbed him little. If anything, the climactic splattering only made him suck her clit harder.

And then he finally let go, allowing her body to writhe under the new sensation. He placed the tips of his feelers on her belly and between her legs, two hovering over her womb, two stroking her outer labia, gently easing the sharp stimulation coursing through her loins.

When the orgasm at last subsided, when the rough breathing eased, when the tension in her muscles relaxed and she was able to process a thought again, when she was able to open her eyes once more, the sight that greeted her was her Sylveon lover, still as radiant as ever, though there was an added peculiar glisten to his muzzle. He lapped at himself, trying but failing to capture all of her shimmering essence.

"Let me help you clean up," she said, laughing, and when he leaned in to let himself be kissed yet again, the salt of her sex danced on her taste buds. She hardly recognized this new flavor, but, then again, she'd never licked her pussy when it was gushing with orgasmic vigor.

And speaking of vigor, she could feel it in every angry throb of Dominique's cock against her belly. He was stroking it with a feeler, expertly gliding over his length with a practiced precision only a male knew how to achieve on himself. But there was something different about the large red shaft now, its tip sporadically gushed a thick dollop of pre, some of it even landing on her to mat her fur with its stickiness.

"It's so hot now," she said, half worried that he was in pain. "Are you... okay?"

"Perfectly fine," he answered.

"It's pretty clever, really," Rochelle said, the dreaminess of her afterglow still thick in her tone. "He had you cum so he could capture your feelings with his ribbons. Then he channels that emotion into his own body to bring himself closer to bursting too."

"Which means..." Liz whispered.

"This time... this time for sure..." Dominique panted.

"You're going to... cum inside me?"

"After all that build up? No, no, no," Rochelle answered. "Have you ever seen a can of soda opened after someone's shaken it for a minute or two? Better yet, have you ever seen a volcano erupting? That's basically what you have to look forward too!"

A dread overtook the Eevee then.

With a wry smile, Dom flicked Chelly's nose with a feeler and pinched it shut. "Don't listen to anything this delinquent says, Liz. I won't do anything to hurt you."

"I was just teasing, just teasing!" she laughed, batting at the ribbon with a paw. She nipped at it playfully before Dom pulled it away from her, to join the rest which had enveloped Liz's form.

"Are you ready?" he asked, his cock resting on her mound, the desperation its pulse seeping into her crotch to reignite it. His tongue was glorious, but wasn't close to enough. She wanted so much more now.

There it is again, she thought to herself, the same feeling that had compelled her to suck his cock. Feminine instinct, lust, it no longer mattered what name she gave it. It was a hungry emotion. It needed to be fed, stuffed, and satiated. The eruption Chelly teased her about... she longed for it, the bigger, the more filling, the more vulgar, the better!

"You can do it!" Felicia drowsily cheered, not with her voice, but through the signals harnessed by Dom's ribbons.

"Make that boorish member bend to your will!" Nolani added, her thoughts channeled as well.

"Show him what happens when he makes love to real vixen!" Rochelle barked energetically.

"Fill me, Dom," Liz said, not with words, but through his feelers, hoping he'd get the message. "Fill me. Fuck me! I want to feel you inside me, as deep as you can go. I want your cum!"

Dom did as she commanded. He drew his cock head between her slippery labia a few times, getting it good and lubed for her pleasure rather than pain. Liz winced every now and then when his soft glans grazed her clit, laughing as she imagined a marshmallow enveloping a jelly bean, all covered with slick honey. Then he pushed into her, the insane heat of her insides and the mutual throb writhing between their flesh doubling him over. The entranced moan she let loose was so potent the other vixen's wombs shuddered, as if it were their own being invaded. He sucked in a sharp breath as his penetration deepened, buried his nose in her mane, taking in a thick waft of her scent, not her heated one, but her natural fragrance. To his surprise, and hers, all at once her pussy seemed to draw him in, her walls tugging on his cock until he was fully hilted, then tightening around his base, refusing to let him escape.

"Liz, your ability... its Adaptability, isn't it?"

"H-How did you know?"

"You just took my length in its entirety without a hint of pain. Even though it's your first time! Just like your mind, your body is built for new experiences, isn't it?"

"Are you trying to embarrass me?"

There was a guilty ecstasy fluttering about within her. She should have pitied Dom when she looked upon the exhaustion and the desperation on his face, just as the other vixens had. But that urge to cum etching a frown onto his brow, making him bury his snout into the nape of neck, having his heavy balls quiver on her butt, forcing him to clutch her chubby body for dear life, it was like ambrosia to her, raw pleasure tingling on her taste buds.

"You want to, don't you?" she whispered into his ears. "You want to be wild with me, right? I don't mind. Do anything to me. Do everything to me. Fuck me, Dominique. My body can take it. Don't you dare hold back!"

As if to imbue as much exasperation onto her as she did to him, Dom pulled his cock from her embrace, slowly, almost pitifully so, villainously dragging his meat over her tightening insides, making absolutely certain she felt every drop of stimulation. A plaintive mewl escaped her when his tip popped free of her grasp, her tail batting the straw beneath impatiently. For the first time since they'd met, Dom saw Liz frowning. She missed his cock inside her. That was all he wanted.

He put an end to her pouting by sticking his tongue between her lips, mellowed out her body with his numerous feelers, flicking over her nipples, rubbing on her clit, and prodding at her twitching little tail hole. After making sure she got a good look at how rigorously she had coated his shaft, he thrust himself back into her, the glistening red rod disappearing into her body so smoothly it was as if they were a lock and key made for one another. What mad pleasure would be let loose once he turned that key and unlocked her inner beast?

He worked himself into a potent rhythm, despite the desperate chokehold Liz's snatch held on his length. No matter how hard he plunged back into her, spreading her pussy lips to their limits as he did so, her walls never let up on their frantic grip, seemingly afraid that he would pull out of her again.

Liz did her best to hold back the sighs that so badly wanted to ring through her chest, but as Dom's pounding picked up in tempo, her ass rippling with each impact, the urge to cry out and let the world know how good it felt became too overwhelming. The barn became a cacophony of moans and grunts and moist little suckles, all led on by the drum of fur on fur.

And then they were close, so close, too close! Their faltering bodies thrummed to collect their dues, the payment of one last roaring orgasm that would put an end to their heat induced madness. The fur of their crotches, her swelling mons, his tightening balls, had become a hot, sticky mess, matted with the culmination of their unbridled desire. But it was to become so much messier. His manhood kissing her womb assured it.

"Dom!" she cried in a delirious trance, holding onto his body with what little strength remained to her. It was a wondrous feeling to have the entirety of his body rocking over hers, to be blessed with the comfort of those ribbons enveloping her, to feel his hardened lust stabbing deep into her core, an impatient quiver in its persistent spearing that heralded to climax to come. The beautiful curve of his cock made sure he struck her g-spot well, over and over and over again, until her body lost control of itself, tightening once more into the throes of pleasure.

The walls of her cunny gyrated into madness as she came, the heat of her orgasm intensified by the creamy seed bursting into her womb. He was gushing for her now, erupting just as Chelly had teased, scorching her insides as his flood consumed her to bursting. The overflow blasted free of her vagina's lips, escaping in continuous spurts that turned the straw below them into thick white pool. And even then it seemed his balls would never empty. He was still shooting when he pulled himself free of her, jetting energetic lassos that painted her pelt from crotch to belly to chest, until even her cheeks had received a share of the dousing.

And just like that it was over, the beast clamoring within the two of them finally appeased, one emptied, the other filled, their bodies radiating the most loving warmth.

She wanted to crack one last joke, to tell him to control himself and his Wishes next time, but she didn't get the chance. Her muzzle couldn't form the words. The comforting hands of sleep were already pulling her into its bosom. To her surprise, the rest of the girls were already all over her, their tongues cleaning every hair of her coat that had been marinated in Dom's essence. Nolani's lapping met her face and chest, Felica's licks were drawn to her belly and, unsurprisingly, her nipples too, while Chelly had taken it upon herself to slip her tongue into her pussy and suck the sticky treat out directly. When they'd had their way with her listless body they snuggled up all around her, forming a warm bundle of fur, and Dom curled up next to them, hugging them all with his warm, pleasant ribbons. Liz rested a paw on his broad chest, listening to the soothing beat of his heart with a smile on her face as she fell into sweet slumber.

XXXXXX

The rich mango yellow of the evening sun had already tainted the skies when Tina came to pick Liz up. They sat in the car in silence as they drove back home, though Liz noticed Tina stealing perplexed glances at her every now and again. She looked out of her window and smiled. She couldn't even begin to imagine the confusion spinning about in her trainers mind. But the sly Eevee was perfectly content to let her stir on it, to make her consider the myriad of naughty possibilities that could have unraveled in that barn, right up until she had no choice but to shout out the questions that were probably burning a hole into her brain. It was Tina's punishment, Liz decided, for leaving her there with so little confidence.

Though her eyes told a thousand stories, Tina's lips were sealed. It wasn't until they had left the open countryside and had made their way back into suburbia that she was able to put a coherent question together. In the meantime, as the shadows of the tall trees lining the roadside played on her face, passing her eyes in a hypnotic greenish blur, Liz found her mind drifting back to her moment of departure. The staff had allotted plenty of time to let their party get a nice long nap after their rigorous mating. When collection time rolled around, they were already up and about, reveling in the satisfaction of their sated heats, and playing with each other amongst the hay bales to work off their new found energy.

Felicia and Nolani's trainers were the first to arrive. Felicia's owner looked to be in his thirties, carrying a host of pokemon toys, snacks and other such merchandise in a Pancham themed bag. He exuded the same carefree air that she did, hugging her with a doting affection that made it abundantly clear where she got all her energy from. He was accompanied by a tall, elegant Delphox, that turned the heads of every male pokemon playing in the fields outside. Even the interests of a few females had been piqued, if one were inclined to be completely honest. She seemed to be the calmest of the trio, reserved and respectful of all those around her, just the type of woman to give the sage advice the foxes had come to know her for.

Nolani practically shuddered at the sight of the fully evolved beauty, praising her for her outstanding poise and immaculate fur. "So this is the mother we've heard so much about," she said, stunned. "If you've inherited any of her genes you'll definitely be a friend worth holding onto. She'd have any noble pining over her day and night, that's for sure."

"It's because daddy takes such good care of her," Felicia proudly answered. "He's a really good trainer, and he says one day I'll be just as strong and beautiful."

"No kidding. Wait, did just you call that human your father?"

Nolani's owner carried herself with all the haughtiness one would expect. She was practically radiating with confidence. Every step she took was perfectly measured, and her smile bore just the right amount of interest to hide the subtle condescension behind it. Still, she was a stunner if Liz had ever seen one, with her fancy blue dress, her designer jacket and the wide brimmed hat that ensured something as plebian as sunlight would never reach her lovely eyes. Even her boots looked too expensive to touch anything but a finely polished marble floor.

"Wow, so pretty! Absolutely no surprises there, huh, Lani," Felicia said, eyeing her trainer with her jaw on the floor. "But she kinda looks like she's got a stick up her butt. Imagine how much prettier she'd be if she loosened up a little."

Despite her ribbing, whatever composure Felicia might have had before they were about to go, when the time had finally come, Liz swore the little Fennekin would burst into tears if she was to be separated from Nolani. The two hugged for a long time before she was willing to leave, and even then it was only after Felicia's dad and the charming young lady agreed to schedule some play dates for them in the near future.

Next to go was Rochelle. Her trainer spent a good few minutes chatting up one of the buffer male staff members before calling her Zorua over to help her seal the deal. The two were like a wonder combo, sucking in the breeder's interest with silver tongues and seductive appeal so compelling he had no choice but to surrender his phone number.

"I'm her wingwoman, and she's mine," Rochelle explained just before she left. "I pull the cutesy act when she's reeling in a guy, and she does it when I've got a decent looking male on the hook. Nothing like a good old partner to help grease the wheels, am I right?"

Liz wondered if she was. Looking at her owner, with her brazen attitude and slender figure, she was certain there wasn't a man alive who could resist her charms, whether she had help or not. A slight sleeveless top that exposed a good amount of midriff, denim hot pants that barely covered her ass cheeks, and pitch black stockings and Go-go boots that accentuated the length and curvature of her legs: these were the tools that she used to enslave her prey. The bubblegum she sensually chewed drew the breeder's attention straight to her full lips, probably sparking all sorts of ideas about how he could put her athletic tongue to use. There was no way to hide the erection stiffening his pants. Liz was quite impressed. It seemed Chelly's trainer was as adept at scooping up men as she was.

"I don't know when, but you can bet I'll be back here sometime, Lizzie." Rochelle said, nuzzling her cheek. "Maybe I'll see ya then."

"I'll look forward to it," Liz replied, with a modest blush.

"At the very least, you'll be in my dreams from now on, sugar. I can guarantee you that much! And you, stud," she said to Dom, as she turned to walk away, "next time I want you all to myself, got it? Start preparing yourself for a love marathon!"

The sexy swing in her rump as she left had both Liz and Dom's hearts beating a tick or two faster.

When Tina eventually arrived, Liz found her chest growing a few pounds heavier. Dom didn't say a word. He only kissed her, wrapping her up in his ribbons one last time. There's no need to feel sad," the fairy energy flowing from his feelers suggested. "If you ever miss me, you'll know where to find me. I'll always be right here. You've grown so much since you walked into this barn, and I'm glad I got to know the lady you've become. Now stand proud and walk tall. You are a beautiful fully fledged female. And now that you know it, the world is your playground. Go out there and have as much fun with it as you can!"

"Thank you," she replied, through their telepathic connection. "Thank you for showing me who I really am!"

When their lips parted for the last time, Liz found Tina staring at them, her face consumed with a fiery red hue. She said nothing, not to Dom, nor to the staff, and not even to Liz. She did not pick her up and carry her about as she normally would. When they got in the car, she turned on the radio and tried her best not to seem tense. As if Liz couldn't read her own trainer by now.

Eventually, when she appeared to have come to terms with the fact that her pokemon had lost her virginity before she had, she turned to Liz and asked her what she had been dying to know. "W-Was it... was he... any good?" A cold sweat had broken out on her forehead and Liz could swear she heard Tina's heart about to pop out of her chest. She considered drawing out the agonizing awkwardness, to really make her trainer squirm, but decided against it. Tina had only taken her there for her own good, she conceded. Heats were best dealt with in a timely manner, before they drove those suffering from them to madness. If anything, she ought to be thanking her for her foresight. Plus, however scared she might have been at first, she couldn't deny that the experience had been one of the happiest of her life. So she gave Tina a naughty smile and nodded her head in an emphatic 'yes'!

"I... I see," Tina said with a sigh of relief. "Even though I was the one who suggested it, I couldn't stop worrying about you. You're a smart girl. I knew you wouldn't have too much trouble with all of this, but... still. Anyway, I'm glad things turned out okay. And with that Sylveon too. He seemed rather nice. And he was quite the looker too, wasn't he?"

As Tina grew more and more relaxed, and opened up once again, Liz could see the beauty in her that the foxes had taught her to see in herself. To hell with the punishment then. A reward was in order.

She'd do it tonight, she decided. When the apartment was shrouded in darkness and the lecherous gleam of Tina's laptop screen was all that could be seen. When her ears were serenaded once again by the rapid creak of Tina's bed, a slick suckle, and a delightful gasp. When the scent of feverish mating came from a room that held only one filtered into her nose. How carefully she'd creep then, grinning with mischief, right through her room door and into the lusty haze of human pheromones. She'd hop onto her bed, slip under the covers and crawl right between her sweet Tina's legs. She'd start with her tongue, just like Dom had, joining her lips to her master's. Then she'd nip on her sumptuous breasts, and tickle her belly button with her muzzle, before finally sealing her lips to the ones between Tina's thighs. She'd mount her properly, spreading her legs so that her own wet sex could melt against her human's.

Once Tina felt the joyous contact of fur on skin she wouldn't be able resist it's warmth for the rest of her days. The very thought of it made Liz's crotch tingle. She looked at her trainer, grinning just as impishly as Rochelle had when they met for the first time. The poor girl hadn't the slightest idea of the lecherous ambush that awaited her. But Tina's actions had unwittingly unlocked a beast within her little Eevee. It only seemed fair that she return the favor by showing her the full extent of that beast's desire.