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Diane sipped from her mug as she stood by the front window in her kitchen. She never grew tired of watching the great gouts of flames that spread over her driveway, melting the snow that had begun to accumulate there.

With one paw, the large dragonite woman pulled her bathrobe tighter around herself, trying to fight off the chill. It was toasty in her house, especially with the fireplace crackling and the heater constantly running. Diane despised the cold, always had, even when she was a dratini. It made the winter months more difficult to get through than they needed to be but she had always been able to weather it.

It helped that she had such a kind little assistant.

A soft smile formed when she saw the bobbing of the red and white Santa hat that her young friend wore. Tucked around his neck was a matching scarf and on each paw was a boot. The fire-type didn't need clothing, of course, but he made a point of saying he liked to be fashion conscious whenever he was out.

The growlithe had been a lifesaver for her, no doubt about it.

A loud ding from her stove drew her away from the show and she hummed happily to herself as she walked over to it. The sweet smell of cinnamon and sugar permeated the air, the countertops overladen with empty mixing bowls. Her afternoon of hectic cooking had been worth it.

Diane had been unable to shake this tradition. Even when her hatchlings had grown old enough to leave the house, even after her amicable split from her husband, she couldn't stop herself from making cookies. Her mouth watered as she pulled the tray from the oven, the spiced warmth enveloping her in a tight hug before she reluctantly shut the door again. The kitchen was cramped, giving her a bit of difficulty when she had to bend over, and she was mindful of the way her plush, scaly rear pressed against the kitchen cabinets.

She cursed softly to herself. This house had seemed so much bigger when she was still a dragonair.

The evolution of her people could be unforgiving at times. It had been a shock to the middle-aged woman when she went from a petite, lithe serpent to this. Regardless, Diane smiled to herself. If she'd had the chance, she wouldn't have given up the new utility actual paws afforded her. After setting the tray of cookies on top of the oven to cool, Diane made her way back to the window, only to see her little buddy was nowhere in sight.

Snowflakes had been falling all afternoon, accumulating in great drifts. It probably would have been a better idea for the growlithe to come in the morning. She wouldn't have asked, of course. It would have been very gauche of her to ask him to come over on Christmas Day.

A loud knock on the door drew her attention and she set her mug of hot chocolate on the counter.

"Just a moment." She called out, pulling her gown as tightly to herself as she could. The blast of wind that greeted her when she opened the door was bracing, making her antennas bob around.

The small red and orange shape that darted in between her legs was surprisingly warm. A puffy, fuzzy tail brushed against her inner thigh, catching her by surprise and sending small tremors through her form.

"Oh geez, it's really starting to come down out there!"

Diane closed her front door quickly, mindful of the small drifts of snow that had managed to slip in with the fire type. He sat on his haunches, boot-covered paws laid out before him. His fluffy coat was steaming, any snowflakes that had landed on him melting almost instantly by his intense body heat.

"Got it all taken care of, Miss. K! Sorry it took so long, didn't want a repeat of last winter!"

"Mmm. I can still see the scorch marks on the garage door."

The growlithe's bashful smile was met with a pat to the top of his head. The large dragon slipped past him, being careful not to let her long tail catch him as it swished around. "Thank you, dear, really...you didn't have to go through the trouble of coming over tonight. Take your boots off; I made you some cheri berry cookies since I know you like them so much."

He perked up at the mention and quickly began to struggle with his boots. He was clumsy, overeager to get them off.

"You know it was my pleasure!" He barked after her quickly. The loud sweeping of his tail against the floor was a steady beat. "I love being able to do this for you!"

"Oren, I swear, you're just the sweetest thing."

The growlithe's short stature always made her giggle, especially in moments like this. After a second, she came back to his side and gingerly began to help him pull out of his footwear. The canine's huff of indignity at the motherly dragon's help didn't improve his attempts to seem capable.

"Heh, you know, if the other guys at the fraternity knew I still did this for you..."

"Oh yes, how are your little friends?" She allowed her hand to trail along the fringe of his scarf, teasing the 'Mu Omega Nu' embroidery that she had gifted him the previous winter. It had begun to fray in places and she tutted softly. "I still can't believe you would associate yourself with such ruffians. You're such a good boy."

The temperature around him seemed to increase from her close proximity, the fur on his hackles beginning to rise. It enveloped her in an earthy scent, cinnamon nodes drifting to her nose that reminded her of the cookies she had pulled from the oven. All the attention she gave him always seemed to elicit this kind of response. She would have been lying if she said it didn't give her some pleasure.

"Ehhh, they're all okay. A bit rough around the edges, sure...but, hey! If it wasn't for them, I wouldn't have met you!"

It was true that his involvement in the fraternity had allowed the two to meet each other. She still remembered how he had come to her door, seemingly nervous and out of place. He had said his fraternity required a certain amount of community service and, well...it had saved her the difficulty of trying to find someone to handle her snow removal. That had been two winters back, although that didn't mean he didn't stop by occasionally to meet with her. He had been invaluable during the summer months, helping her with all manner of small tasks and odd jobs.

It almost made her feel guilty but he had always insisted he enjoyed doing it for her.

"I suppose you're right...Come along, dear. I made up some hot chocolate as well," she shushed him when he began to fuss, "I made sure to buy some you pups can drink." She giggled at his obvious embarrassment and lead him out of the cold entryway into the interior of the house.

It was nice having some company in the large home. The pictures on the walls spoke volumes of the family that had once inhabited its walls. She had already received phone calls from her children and grandchildren, well wishes to the middle-aged woman.

"To be honest, I'm surprised you're still in town, dear." She hummed to herself as she lifted the lid from the pot on the stove. The scent of hot chocolate bubbled up to her, the dash of cinnamon and peppermint she added making her nose tingle. She knew he was a fan of the spicier foods; she had picked that up during their occasional dinner nights. "Isn't your family going to miss you?"

He shifted a bit, watching her set down a small bowl filled with the sweet-smelling liquid. "Heh, yeah, uh...the parents decided to vacation out of the country this year. We had a little party back in November for it." He shrugged, his tail beginning to lash about while he licked his lips. The canine's sloppy table-manners had always been a matter of embarrassment for him, no matter how often she assured him that it was quite alright. "Some of the guys stick around town so we're planning on having a bit of a party tonight."

"You'll be sure not to drink too much?" She pressed her hands against her large hips when she asked this, before giggling and gesturing to his drink. Her motherly instincts were certainly still strong. "Come on now, dear. You don't need to be shy, I think it's cute watching you drink."

He huffed unceremoniously and bent his head to the bowl. His tongue lashed out, lapping up some of the sweet drink. A bit splashed onto the floor from his sloppy antics but he didn't stop until he'd drank about half.

"What about you, Miss K.?" he asked, his right ear cocked while his head tilted up at her. "Don't tell me you're spending it alone again?"

"Well..." She clicked her tongue a bit. Without looking away from him, she reached over to grab a cookie from the plate she had lain out. "It just gets...difficult for me to travel. I hate the cold so much, and, well..." Her tail drooped, her wings tucking closer to her back at the same time. "Jeremy was the one that usually drove. I get a tad nervous behind the wheel."

He nodded quickly, curt and polite at the mention of her ex-husband. The subject was immediately dropped, his eyes turning instead to the cookie she was nibbling on.

"Do you think I could..." Oren didn't need to finish his thought. His eyes lit up as she presented him with a small plate full of cookies, the reddish tint to the desserts hinting at their cheri berry contents. "You're the best! You know... you could always come hang out at the house! We're going to have eggnog, bad movies, uh, gifts..."

Even though Diane was smiling, she was already shaking her head at the suggestion. "Sweetie, that's an awfully nice thing to offer but I'm an old woman. I would just embarrass you if your friends saw you with me." Her considerable bulk turned away, heading for the living room.

A small tree had been erected on the coffee table, not much of a display of the holiday season but enough to cheer her up whenever she was feeling down. There was only one box laying under the tree, and she gingerly picked it up in her hands, hearing the rattling from within. "Speaking of gifts..."

She turned back to him and paused when she caught the way he was looking at her. The glow of the fireplace reflected in his eyes, making her realize just how that same fireplace must have highlighted her rounded hips. Even under the bathrobe, her yellow scales glittered and glow, leaving the growlithe staring at her with wide eyes. It made her face heat up under her scales as she wondered if the tongue hanging from his mouth was caused by the hot chocolate, or something more.

It hadn't been lost on her when he would occasionally look at her this way or touch her, in others. Like when the little growlithe's paw would brush against hers, for example, or, how his body rubbed against her leg in a brief caress of fur, or that brush of his tail against her inner thigh earlier.

Arceus knew this was one of the reasons she kept him around. Despite feeling ashamed for desiring a male half her age, she couldn't help craving the flutter of excitement his looks and touches gave.

"I know you told me you didn't want anything, but..." She approached him slowly, snickering when he swallowed the mouthful of cookies. "I felt like you really deserved something to thank you for all the help this year."

"Miss K... I, well... I didn't even get you anything." He spoke bluntly but sincerely, clearly ashamed of this fact. His ears flattened, his posture shrinking inward. "I really wanted to, but...I...I couldn't afford anything t-that a woman like you deserved."

"You know I prefer it when you call me Diane, sweetie..." She knew he was watching every movement she made. The sway of her body, the way her thick hips caused her robe to flutter around her. Even her tail had begun to swish, a facsimile of the canine's own excited movements.

He had begun to stiffen, shifting awkwardly in place even as she got on her knees in front of him.

"I know you said that...well," she paused, feeling rather silly about this. It had made her worry she might be overstepping her bounds and she had debated it for months before finally getting him this gift. "You said that you wanted to evolve."

The growlithe's ears perked up when she said this, the disbelief growing on his face. It had been a topic that she had broached in the past. It was also something that he didn't like to talk about. Evolutionary stones were expensive, far too expensive for a college student to afford. His eyes drifted to the box in her hands. "Diane, you..."

She could feel her face heating up. She shifted, nervous as she pulled the box a bit closer to herself. "I kept thinking of you, wondering just how much you might prefer being an arcanine." One clawed finger began to make small patterns on the sealed box, light and slow enough to keep from ripping the fragile paper. .

"I can't accept this." He tried to state this with certainty but the hint of longing in his voice spoke otherwise. "Miss K., Diane, you shouldn't have spent so much on me." His eyes tried to remain focused on her face, even as she teased the box in her hands.

The dragonite rarely wore clothing around him so kneeling here, robe slightly parted shouldn't have made her feel as if she was trying to show off for him. With the heat still radiating from the stove and the rapidly rising temperature from his body, one could hardly blame her for growing flustered.

"It's just a small thank you for all you've done for me," she said instantly, cutting off any attempt he made to dispute her offer. "You've made an old woman very happy. I would have done this for any of my children." She nearly stammered at this, cursing herself for using that word to describe him.

The slight shift of his head showed he'd noticed it, his resolve steeling for a moment. An unreadable expression flickered across his face before he gingerly nodded his head. It was a big moment, a big step that would change everything that he had known but she trusted that he was ready to take it. He'd spoken before of how his fraternity brothers would react, how they would think of him when he showed up as a full-grown arcanine and the way his face had lit up! Still...

"Only if you're sure, Oren," she stated, knowing that springing something like this on him must have been entirely unexpected . Memories of her own evolution flashed back to her. It had taken her so long to get used to a bulky, chubby body like this. "I wanted to give you a gift you would never forget but not at the cost of your regretting it."

"I'm sure, Diane." He spoke more confidently, his tail tucking over his head and beginning to wag. The downsides would flash into his mind, but amusingly, the most jarring one he could think of was that she would need to knit him a new scarf. "I've wanted this for so long, after all."

She nodded, finally removing the lid from the box. Resting in a bed of silver tinsel and colorful confetti was a dark orange stone. It seemed almost innocuous, even with the flame motif that danced along the surface of it. Diane paused when she heard the sharp intake of breath and she gently set it down before him.

Oren could feel the pull. It was instinctual, the stone called out to him, urging him to touch it. He had only ever seen a stone like this behind a secure glass case at those high-end stores that could afford to sell them. He had begun to reach out towards it without realizing it and he hesitated, his paw mere inches away from it.

"H-Hey, Diane..." he shifted, his reach faltering, "I can still come over when I'm an arcanine, right?" The thought had stopped him in his tracks, a worry that he knew was unfounded as soon as the dragonite woman laughed.

"Oren, do you really think I would offer you this and then toss you out of my life? You know you're welcome in my home whenever you want..." When she shifted her weight to get more comfortable, her robe slipped open a little too far and she hastily corrected it, not missing the barely audible whimper from Oren that made an almost forgotten feeling hum within her. Trying not to let on that she'd heard, she cleared her throat before speaking earnestly. "I promise. You will always, always be welcome in my home.

That was all Oren needed to hear. With a deep breath, he closed his eyes and allowed his paw to fall. There was a sudden sense of vertigo, his entire body trembling before it was engulfed in light.

Diane had to shield her eyes from the bright, all-encompassing glow. Still, she watched in amazement as he began to grow, his form lengthening, becoming broader and taller. It was such an awe-inspiring sight that she didn't realize he was growing too big, too quickly. The small kitchen wasn't meant to take two pokemon of their size and his growing rear bumped loudly against the overloaded counter.

As the glow faded, the canine yelped when a half dozen mixing bowls fell onto him, flour coating his fur in a dusty, white glow. He jerked forward without intending to, his suddenly gargantuan size affording him more strength than he was used to. The lanky canine collided with his older friend, making the dragonite "eep!" as she was suddenly tipped over onto her back.

Her eyes were still wide, matching Oren's own shocked gaze. His muzzle was only a few inches from hers and she could feel the heat radiating from him whenever he exhaled. There was a moment of dull recognition before he quickly pulled away from her, his fur standing on end when he realized just how close the two of them had been to each other.

"O-Oh, oh man, I'm sorry, Diane!"

His voice was deeper, holding with it the deep twang of a sultry growl that stole the words from her mouth. Gone was the small, admittedly cute pup that she had grown to love over the last couple of years. In his place stood a tall, proud arcanine. Albeit one that was doused with flour and other dry ingredients.

Oren's nostrils flared and he sneezed as the choking power settled over him. His large, fluffy mane was almost completely white with it, leaving him looking more like a furfrou than an arcanine. Only now did he realize the mess he had made, and as he stumbled to look around himself, he sheepishly grinned at her. "I...I swear that was an accident."

Diane sat up slowly, trying to think of what to say. It hadn't hurt, her body had more than enough padding to absorb something as inconsequential as that. Still, being laid out on her generous ass had been embarrassing for her, especially when she realized how her robe had once more betrayed her and spread open.

It wasn't a very dignified position for a mother of two.

The stone was left dormant on the kitchen floor, kicked free when Oren stumbled over his own feet. It had cracked down the middle, the fire emblem having already faded away as the stone became inert. It was little more than a paperweight now, a decorative piece. Regardless, Diane was quick to scoop it up, if only so it wasn't damaged further.

"How... how do you feel?" She asked. She made sure to keep an eye on him, not that she could stop herself. It took everything in her to remind herself that this was the same canine she had come to know. It was Oren, the sweet boy, just in a new body.

He looked down at his front paws, trying not to sneeze again from a bit of flour that clung to his dark nose. "G-Good...I feel...I feel really good." He grinned broadly at her. It displayed sharp, ivory teeth, something that he must have realized was more intimidating than he intended it to be. He snapped his lips shut but his tail had begun to wag madly. "Wait till the guys s-"

His ears flattened when his tail caught on the remainder of the dishes on the counter. His tall size was perfect for sweeping away anything that had the misfortune of being behind him.

"W-Whoops...sorry, Diane."

"It's okay dear." She chuckled, her head tilting to the side. It wasn't the first time she had needed to clean up after a younger pokemon, of course. "You're a mess, sweetie."

He looked down at his furry coat and chuffed. It trailed off of him in a cloud, dusting the floor wherever he stepped. After so many mishaps, he tried his best not to move too quickly. The heat he radiated was so much stronger than his growlithe form, hotter than the fireplace! It was almost overpowering, and she took a deep breath to still her beating heart.

"I can help you clean up. Look at me, you're so nice to me and I pay it back by trashing your kitchen."

"I think you should be more concerned about cleaning yourself up, sweetie." She remarked coyly, nodding towards the floor. "You're going to track that everywhere you go..."

Oren followed her gaze and sighed. It wasn't exactly what he was concerned about at the moment, at least until she informed him he'd be making more of a mess by trying to help. "I...guess I should run back to the dorms then and clean up."

"Nonsense."

Diane shifted in the uncomfortable silence that followed. She had said it so quickly that she wasn't sure what to follow it up with. It seemed scandalous to even suggest such a thing but she cleared her throat as she elaborated.

"My shower is built to handle larger pokemon..." she saw the understanding forming in his eyes, "why don't you wash up here? I'm sure it'll be much nicer than those dirty public showers."

Oren glanced at the clock over the stove, debating this himself. The party with his fraternity brothers would start in only a few hours but it seemed improper to leave so quickly. No matter how badly he wanted to show off his new form, his loyalty to her had increased with his size.

"Are you sure that's okay?" He finally asked, only to be met with a stiff nod of her head. It was surreal as he followed her down the hallway, going deeper into the house than he had ever before. The scent of her baking had permeated every corner, layering it in the sweet scent of her cookies. It was immaculate, clean floors and tidy bedrooms. A few he couldn't resist peeking in as they walked past them.

These were the rooms of her children and he immediately felt bad for placating his wandering eye. She had shown him plenty of pictures of them, so he knew just what the two dragonairs looked like, but he had never met them himself.

"You have such a beautiful home, Diane..."

She perked up at the mention of this, a surge of pride rushing through her that she couldn't quite quell. It had always been important to her; a mother, a career woman, and a maid all rolled into one. It had been a lot of work but it had been worth it when she saw just what kind of pokemon her children had grown to be.

"Thank you, Oren. I'm sure it's much nicer than that little clubhouse of yours." She teased, her antenna bobbing in a show of good natured ribbing.

"Oh, no question there!"

Diane chuckled and flicked on the light to her bedroom. It seemed strange, having him following her in here. She found herself rather anxious about it; it had been years since she last had a man in her bedroom. Even knowing nothing was meant to happen between them, baring her private sanctuary was a big step.

Oren noticed the room was just as immaculate as the rest of the house, a large bed lay against one wall completely overladen with pillows. Antique wood seemed to be the style, with the headboard, dresser, and cabinets all matching. Set aside in a basket next to the bed was a set of knitting needles lying atop a pile of yarn. Even though she tried to hurry him along, he caught sight of what was being worked on.

A red scarf with gold inlay. He could see the Greek lettering above the letters O and R.

He didn't mention it, but the smirk on his face told Diane that he had discovered what his secondary Christmas gift was. He wasn't the only one that had known he would eventually need a new scarf if he were to evolve.

"You'll get that soon enough. I didn't have a chance to finish it."

Oren just smiled and remained silent while she led him to the bathroom.

Like she said, it was more than large enough to accommodate a pokemon of his size. She left him in there with a simple suggestion to come out when he was ready, and then she closed the door behind him. Diane waited with her back pressed against the door. The thought of having to come in to assist him kept her there. A pressure pad on the base of the tub controlled the output of water, a remnant from her days as a dragonair when her lack of paws made such a thing a necessity. When she heard the water running she stepped away.

She didn't know what had come over her! Seeing him like that had been much more of a shock than she had thought. Diane knew she should have been better than that but she couldn't keep the thoughts away.

Would he still try to brush against her? Would he still look at her in that way that she always thought about while trying to get to sleep at night? Would he speak to her with the same level of dignity and respect that she had come to expect from her sweet Oren?

Cleaning up the mess in the kitchen went mercifully fast, given it was only dry components. It wasn't a very labor-intensive job a few quick sweeps of the broom really, but that left her with the problem of trying to staunch the worries she had developed. All of these thoughts bounced around inside her head, refusing to be quelled by the cold logic she applied to them. He was the same, just a little bigger and fluffier.

And much, much more handsome.

She felt her face heat up when that thought came by. It was true. She had imagined what he might look like but that...that was more than she could have dreamed of.

Diane picked up the two halves of the split stone, her smile coming back to her. She was certain she could make something out of this. After she finished his new scarf, she would have to look into that.

By the time Oren returned from his shower, Diane had finished cleaning up the last of the mess by putting the empty bowls into the sink. The dragonite woman sat on the side of the couch closest to the fireplace, clutching her mug in her hands. Laying on the coffee table were more cookies and a much larger bowl than the one Oren had used before he evolved.

His entrance was met with a small giggle from her. Steam was rising off of him, the fire pokemon's internal temperature causing it to quickly evaporate, but his fuzzy mane had started to curl up at the edges.

"Thanks so much for letting me use the shower. I, uh...might have left some hair in there. I tried to get it out, I promise!" He was hanging by the entryway, glancing up at her with uncertainty. Seeing her sitting there alone, stirred feelings in his chest that he didn't quite understand but left him feeling unhappy enough that he had to ask,"Hey, do you mind if I, maybe, stick around, for a bit?"

For a loving creature like Diane, who had gone out of her way to gift him with an irreplaceable stone, to be sitting there by herself...it just felt wrong, especially. He had joined the fraternity for a support system, a family that he could involve himself with, one that had been happy to offer him the opportunity to spend the holidays with them. To see Diane alone made him think of that nervous, timid growlithe freshman that hadn't know what to do when he first got to campus.

Diane's response was to gently pat the spot on the couch next to her. Only now did he realize that she was purposefully making room for his large size.

"I really hope your gift was what you wanted, Oren..." She shifted when she felt that large weight settling onto the couch. The arcanine's bulk made it difficult, especially when he turned around to get himself into a comfortable sitting position. When he finally settled in, she reached down and grabbed a cookie to offer to him. "I really like this look on you..."

"It is. It really is..." His nose twitched when she offered the treat up to him. His long tongue lashed out slowly, drawing it into his mouth. Oren crunched loudly, bits of cookie crumbs decorating his muzzle. "Diane, I never thought to ask you, though. What did you want for Christmas?"

Diane hesitated. Her hands fell onto her lap before her gaze dropped to them. What could she think to tell him? She was certain he was staring at her, waiting for her to say something asinine, any manner of useless trinket that she had no use for. It felt like she was taking advantage of his helpful nature.

"I don't think that matters." She finally settled on, finding it to be the easiest answer.

It didn't satisfy Oren. One large paw moved to gently rest on her knee. It conveyed strength that she knew was there, a sense of kinship that she couldn't deny. There was no follow-up question, no goading attempt to make her spill what she was trying to hide from him.

"I just wanted to see you happy," he said, his low whisper more of a throaty growl.

Oren shifted, drawing his muzzle closer to her. He glanced up at her with those poignant puppy eyes, unchanged by his evolution. She could feel his warm breath on her side with every exhale. A whisper of temptation trembled lightly against her scales, whispering of other places where that warm breath could pool. It made her thighs clench tighter at the suggestion.

"I suppose," she ran her tongue along her lips slowly. It seemed so ridiculous that she would feel so worried about admitting this. "Oh, Arceus...I suppose I just don't want to be alone tonight. Its been getting so lonely lately around this time of year." When he didn't speak, she continued, "I don't want to burden you with something like this. You're young! You shouldn't have to worry about an old woman like me..."

The rumbling traveling through him raced right up her leg. It made her jump for a moment when he moved his large head onto one of her thick thighs. For a moment, she didn't know how to react to it. It was the proximity to another pokemon, warmth of another's touch, and she adored every second of it.

"Really, I'm keeping you from your friends." He didn't stir, although his ears flicked up when one of her paw came to rest on the back of his neck. "I'm just a boring old woman, I'm sure you have so much more interesting things to do..." Her claws ran down his fluffy mane slowly, savoring the unique feeling of it. Her scaled hand glided along it, enveloping her thick fingers in the dense fur. "You don't need to do this for me."

"Maybe I'm doing it for myself?" He suggested rather bluntly. His tail had begun to wag from the soft petting and he rumbled gently under his breath. "Spending a night in with a lovely lady like yourself sure beats the hell out of running through a blizzard to hang out with a bunch of drunken idiots." He meant it as a joke, but he quickly clarified himself. "I want to spend the night with you if that's okay..."

Diane still felt uncertain but she allowed herself to smile. It was what she wanted, after all. The dragonite continued to pet him, letting him rest where he lay with no desire to move him. Her answer came when she reached down and brought the bowl of hot chocolate to rest between his front paws, balanced on her thick thighs.

"Oren, you are always welcome in my home."

The night was relaxed, peaceful as the two pokemon spent it together. Diane made sure the arcanine was comforted, whether that be with cookies or hot chocolate. They talked, finding the banter coming easily to them. Over the sound of the crackling fireplace, they did little more than enjoy each other's company.

Eventually, the heat that he radiated had become too much for her and she began to shift uncomfortably. He picked up on this and began to move, but she stopped him with a hand dancing along his muzzle. She didn't dare move him but she was able to remove the bathrobe that she wore, tossing it gently to the floor. Immediately, she was enamored by the feeling of his soft fur rubbing against her scaly body.

Her husband had been a dragonite like her. It had been easy for her to believe a man like that could be attracted to a woman like her. They were both large pokemon, both thick in thighs and stomach. Even now it made her self-conscious to be seen like this but she held back the desire to hide.

It was just like any other time he had seen her bare, scaled body; this time should be no different.

For the first winter in years, Diane began to feel the heavy mantle of loneliness fade from the back of her mind. Even when the sun went down and she knew he had missed his party, he seemed happy to be there with her. That was the greatest gift he could have ever given her.

The fire had burned down to embers when Diane opened her eyes. The dragonite blinked a few times, yawning to herself and shifting. She didn't even remember falling asleep and she certainly never slept on the couch.

A brush against the back of her neck and the soft, rhythmic breathing in her ear told her just what had happened. It reminded her how she had begun to nod off, how Oren had so graciously offered her a paw and a place against his warm chest. They were tucked together, his back to the couch and her back to his broad chest.

He had his paw tucked around her, pressing against her large, plush stomach. It wasn't painful, simply a precaution to stop her from rolling off the couch. It made her wings twitch against his chest, this embarrassing touch more than she had ever allowed a man to do outside of her husband.

Diane's chest began to rise and fall a little faster. She hadn't expected to wake up to this but it wasn't at all undesirable. The urge to sink into that warm embrace was compounded when he stirred in his sleep, drawing her even closer. The faint mumble in her ear told him that he was dreaming of something. By his happy little grumbles, she was certain it was a pleasant one.

Her large tail twitched, the end of it hanging free of the couch. Each movement that she made caused the arcanine to pull her tighter to his chest.

She was surprised the beating of her heart didn't awaken him. It felt like it was going to pound out of her chest at any moment. There were times where she wondered if she had grown past the age of fantasizing about men. She had needs, of course, needs that she had been neglectful to as of late. Too much time spent planning his gift, how she would broach the subject to him, to really take care of herself.

Diane moved slowly, shifting around and trying not to wake him. Only when she was facing towards him did she still, before gently pressing her face into that warm chest fur. His scent was intriguing, almost smokey but still maintaining his natural aroma. After his shower earlier, his fur felt silky to the touch. She couldn't help herself as she pushed closer to him.

Part of her wanted to fall back asleep, to not risk going any further. There was a moment where he remained still before the paw that was resting on the small of her back drifted lower. Her eyes widened when it planted firmly on her large, scaly ass, just above the base of her tail.

She gasped sharply to herself, unable to believe this was happening. The sleeping canine grumbled once more before his paw pressed even more firmly against her rear end. His paw practically kneaded her, the rough paw pads running smoothly over her scales.

Diane couldn't believe this was happening. She knew she should wake him. Surely, he didn't intend to touch her in such a manner. Everything about their time tonight had told her one thing, he was far too good for her.

He was smart for his age, outgoing, and passionate about helping other people. His eyes lit up when he talked about the plans he had for his fraternity, should they give him the opportunity. Now that he was an arcanine, he had never seemed more untouchable to her. But here he was, the one to initiate what she had dreamed of since they first met.

She told herself she should make him stop. She told herself to enjoy it while she could.

Oren was the one that made her decision for her.

He smacked his lips together. Drawn out of his slumber by her movement, he glanced down at the dragon woman in his grasp. There was a hazy moment where he seemed to try to recollect where he was before he let out a satisfied murr.

"Guess I fell asleep...sorry I'm over so late..."

Diane couldn't bring herself to say anything. She looked up at him, biting down on her lower lip. His paw squeezed her a little tighter and she could see the look on his face go from perplexed to horrified all at once.

"Oren, I'm sorry, I d-"

"Diane, oh Arceus!" He pulled his paw away from her quickly, jolting momentarily and almost pushing her off the couch in his haste. To her, he was rightfully horrified. Who would want to wake up clutching an old woman like her?

"I swear, I didn't mean for that to happen!"

He gazed down at her, wide-eyed and full of shock as her words began to register with him. "You're sorry? I'm sorry! I had no right to touch you there!" His ears flattened against his head, his muzzle curling downwards before a plaintive whine escaped him. "Please don't be mad at me!"

This wasn't the reaction she had been expecting. His pleading eyes looked up at her, bringing back the image of the cute growlithe he had been up until a few hours ago. Her mouth fell, aghast that he would be the one to apologize over this.

"I swear, I would never disrespect you like that. If I had known I would have...I..."

He tried to pull himself away from her, something that Diane sensed and immediately moved to rectify. She used her strong arms to pull him back down to her. She had seen it, that look that told her he felt something more than just regret.

The two looked towards each other warily, trying to piece together the emotions that muddled their minds. Diane was the first one to speak, one of her hands gently pressing into the fluffy expanse of fur on his mane.

"Oren, have you," she swallowed, her antennae bobbing, "have you...wanted to touch me like that?"

The arcanine tried to find solace in glancing away from her but she wouldn't allow it. Every time he even made a move to look away, she would reach up and redirect his muzzle back to her. There was another weak, trembling whimper, a sound unbefitting such a regal creature.

"If I'm being honest, I've wanted that since we first met." He shuddered as he inhaled, his eyes looking up towards the ceiling. "You were always so nice to me, even though I was just this puny little mutt that showed up on your doorstep." His bushy tail twitched, giving a subtle flick when he felt her fingers digging into his thick mane.

"Even though I'm..." Older, heavier, so bland. All of these thoughts came to her mind, but he dashed them.

"Even though you're so far out of my league?" The faint hint of amusement on his face was enough to make her shiver. "Even though you're so damn beautiful, and kind, and always seemed so happy to see me..."

Diane mulled this over, nibbling harder on her lip. She hadn't expected this, to hear him make such grand admissions. It made the mature woman flush, and she fought to keep herself from being the one to look away now.

"I really, really like you as well, Oren."

Silence overtook them. Everything put out in the open like that left both with a startling sense of clarity. Oren's paw twitched, before cautiously rising. He watched her carefully, mindful of any attempts to stop him as he moved it back to her large ass.

This time, there was nothing to prevent him from seeing the embarrassment that was written on her face. It was enough to almost convince him to stop until he heard the excited little gasp that she made. He was perplexed by it and, at her questioning expression, he chuckled.

"I didn't know you could make a sound like that..."

Her scales warmed greatly at this. With a little huff, accompanied by a soft giggle, she pressed both hands against his chest. "Come on, Oren...you can't really be into a woman like me. You won't make me feel bad for telling the truth."

"Are you kidding me?" He cocked his head to the side, taken aback by her casual disregard for herself. "Look at you. You're perfect!" His excitement was palpable, the rumbling amusement in his chest growing more vocal by the second. "Your scales are so bright, your eyes deep enough I feel like I can get lost in them," he knew how he must have sounded but he pressed on. "When I looked up at you, I just couldn't stop wondering why you wasted your time on a dumb kid like me..."

Each word that left his lips left her feeling more embarrassed. Flattery was almost completely foreign to her. Her tail began to rise slowly, accommodating that roaming paw that had started to become a bit more forceful in his touches. She heard his panting growing louder and she couldn't deny herself.

"Oren...have...well, have you ever..."

His paw paused for only a moment. His large neck tightened as he swallowed before he slowly nodded. "O-Once...there was this nickit girl named Jezebel..." His face flushed and he chuckled weakly. "She said she, uh...enjoyed taking first-timers..."

Diane nodded, still reeling with the thought that she had actually just asked him that. "Can...can we try something, Oren? You don't have to say yes, but I really," her wings fluttered in embarrassment, "I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel."

The fire-type simply looked at her before giving a quick, stiff nod. By the ferocious wagging of his tail, he didn't need to vocalize how much he enjoyed the idea.

It made Diane giggle, and she slowly untangled herself from the sprawl of her limbs. She felt his eyes on her as she got up, her tail flagging while she turned to the fireplace. "Could you...lay on your back on the f-floor for me?" It was hard fighting the stammer, even though a sense of boldness was beginning to fill her. An alien sensation, she was enraptured by it.

The show Oren received was almost too much for the fire canine to take. He could feel his stomach tightening when she bent over, that tail lifted higher and higher until he saw it. That unassuming little slit between her legs, right below a puckered yellow tail hole under the base of her tail. He began to fidget, mindful of the way his sheath had begun to swell from eagerness.

While Diane tended to the fire, he fell almost clumsily from the couch. His lanky limbs were trembling with unbridled energy. Oren hadn't lied that this was his fantasy, his one desire. The nickit had been a nice girl in her own way, but she had lost interest in him after one night of passion. This, however, _this_woman laid out before him... he couldn't stop himself.

Diane jumped when she felt a warm, wet nose prodding against her scaly rear. Her claws dug into the mantle of the fireplace, leaving small scratch marks in the veneer. She could feel him pressing her ass cheeks apart in his desperation, little whimpers sounding up from behind her.

"D-Diane...you smell so good..." The arcanine had closed his eyes while those plush cheeks rubbed against his muzzle. His nose was rapidly twitching, the temptation to sniff engrained in his canine conscious. The temptation had always been there, and now he could finally fulfill his fantasy. "I-Is...is this okay?"

The dragonite shivered from her neck down to the base of her tail. Her claws dug deeper into the mantle, almost cracking the wood with her death grip. Her thick thighs trembled, fighting to keep her up while her legs timidly began to spread wider apart.

Her willingness to reveal herself made his breath quicken. He exhaled great, hot gusts of air over the sensitive scales that surrounded her slit and tail hole. His nose once again prodded against the area between her entrances, inhaling that attractive, mind-numbing aroma.

At this point, Oren knew that his prick was hanging free of his sheath. He could feel it below his belly, the urge to thrust his hips against the air almost overpowering. In truth, he had taken a moment to examine his genitals when he was in the shower and he had been shocked at just how much larger they were now. His balls were weighty, a russet red coloration that matched the fur around his sheath.

His canine cock was a darker red, prominently displayed against his cream-colored belly. His tongue poked out cautiously, stealing a quick, furtive swipe that felt like little more than a brush or a tickle to Diane. It left neither of them satisfied. The soft gasp that left Diane's lips when he pressed his tongue against it firmly, allowing it to run along her entrance was the sweetest noise he had ever heard.

Past the point of no return and welcomed by his partner, Oren pressed his muzzle deeper. His nose prodded and rubbed against her sensitive scales, his head cocked at a slight angle so he could dig his tongue in a bit deeper.

The room filled with the sounds of his lapping, wet and repeating at a steady pace. Diane's soft whimpers joined in, voicing her sudden reintroduction to pleasure coming from another. It had been so long, this was incomparable to her own fingers or the little vibrator she had hidden in her dresser. His tongue lashed about, wiggled in an uncouth manner. Despite his size, he certainly wasn't too sure how to perform on a woman.

It made her face twist up as she tried not to laugh and inadvertently, hurt his feelings when, in reality to think that she was his first in this regard made her immeasurably pleased.

"O-Oren...can you, mmmph, go a little slower?" Her wings had flared out behind her, spread as wide as her legs. The light from the fireplace illuminated them in a bright glow, casting wavering shadows on the wall behind her. Her back arched when he fulfilled her requests, slowing his rapid licking.

It was a little disorienting for the canine. He was smothered in her feminine scent, her large tail shifting before it rested gently on his head. With his new size, he was more than durable enough to hold it up. The weight behind it, light as it was, was jarring, an unintentional attempt to trap him where his nose was planted.

He loved it.

His breath came out in short, hot bursts, cascading over her scaly slit. He had seen the pink skin hidden within, his rough tongue pulling back on her scaly petals with each lick. Now he could taste her, a rich, sweet flavor that reminded him of fruit. He wanted more of it, and he growled to announce his overladen desires.

Diane's body jolted, her stomach tightening up when the tip of his slobbery tongue pressed directly into the center of her folds. There was a moment where they stood on the precipice, her body naturally trying to resist. Ultimately, it gave way. Her cry was more akin to a roar when that hot, dexterous muscle slid into her.

Jeremy, her ex-husband, had performed for her like this occasionally when they had been together, but it was never like this. The fluffy fur of the arcanine tickled her plush rear, the heat he exuded enough to take her breath away. He wanted her, he truly wanted her. It was written in every movement, every desperate, captivating swipe of his tongue. She could already feel that long-forgotten sense of satisfaction beginning to rear its head.

"Yes, oh Arceus, Oren!" She cried a bit louder, losing her composure and using her grip on the mantle to force him deeper.

Oren couldn't stop himself. He loved every second of this. It was more than a sense of lust. He wanted to make her feel good, give her that satisfaction that a woman like her deserved. Her strong, potent juices had already begun to coat his tongue, adding a sense of urgency to his laps.

It all came to a head when his wet nose jammed against her slit, his tongue buried as deep as it could go. There was a moment when he felt her tight walls squeezing around him, preventing him from pulling back. Then, she announced her climax with a loud, rumbling cry.

Her sweet, fragrant juices splattered his muzzle, dampening the fur with the force of her climax. He was momentarily taken aback, stunned by the force of it. Immediately after the initial shock, he lapped it up as much as he could. Even in his fervent lapping, he could feel a trickle rolling down his chin.

"O-Okay...okay, Oren," Diane leaned forward, resting her forehead on the mantle's ledge. Her body was trembling. She was fighting not to give in to the weakness building in her legs. "That was...that was so good..."

Oren slowly began to pull his muzzle free, giving one last long, firm lick across her damp entrance. He was invigorated, the exhaustion that had followed him after waking up completely forgotten. The arcanine practically danced on his hind paws, a little shuffle that looked out of place coming from the large canine.

"Arceus, Diane. That was so amazing. I can't believe you actually let me," he swallowed, clearing away more of her sweet juices. He didn't want to embarrass her, but he couldn't help it. He was ecstatic, overjoyed, and his swinging cock had only gotten harder from his tongue work. Every breath he took was inundated with the scent of dragonite arousal. "Thank you, thank you so much for letting me do that!"

Diane giggled faintly to herself. After a few more seconds of composing herself, she slowly lifted her head. With her tail lifted and her legs spread, she felt like such a younger woman. Seeing that gleam in his eye, and his big grin made it all the better for her.

"I'm glad you liked it. It was...Oren, I thought I was going to lose my mind." She turned and giggled, now facing him. "I didn't expect you to do that. I d-don't think I would have even asked."

"Are you kidding me? How could I ever turn down an opportunity like that?" He gave her a cockeyed grin and sat back on his haunches. It forced his manhood to pointed upwards, bobbing slightly from the weight of it. The way Diane's eyes locked on it suddenly made him feel a little nervous. His own eyes dropped down to it before he let out a playful chuckle. "Definitely an upgrade from a growlithe, huh?"

"I would certainly say so..." She approached him slowly, watching the way it twitched in anticipation. With a now confident touch, she pressed her fingers under his muzzle, drawing his attention and whispering down to him. "Why don't you get on your back, dear? Let me return the favor..."

Oren couldn't nod his head fast enough. His tongue fell far from his mouth, small drips of drool falling from the end of it. He couldn't help himself, he nearly bumped into the coffee table in his haste to roll over. This left him fully presented to her, his front paws dangling over his chest while his broom-like tail swished around her feet.

Diane couldn't bring herself to make him wait any longer. In truth, she didn't think she could stand to do it either. "You're so big.." She mumbled this, almost speaking solely to herself. On her knees next to him, it seemed much more intimidating. An angry red in coloration, her scaled-hand slowly reached out, her fingers gently tickling along the furry sheath.

He jolted, whimpering when her soft touch teased the furry pouch. She smiled at his reaction, another twitch accompanying it.

"You really want this, huh?"

"Oh Arceus, more than anything."

Her soft hand ran along his sheath slowly, dipping down to tease the weight testicles hanging between her legs. His soft whimpers told her how sensitive they were, overladen with his seed and ready to burst after his evolution. She giggled at his reactions, the tip of her tongue poking out of her mouth. She could feel the swell of the knot in his sheath, not yet pushing out, but showing how excited he was.

Oren wiggled when her fingers touched his bare flesh, slowly running from the base all the way to the tip of it. The heat was captivating, making her want it all the more. To hold and play with it, get her arcanine to whine for her.

"Fuck, Diane..."

His breath came quick and shuddering, his eyes squeezing tightly shut. He didn't even see what was coming next. His eyes burst open when he felt a warm, wet caress running along his pointed tip. The sight of that beautiful dragonite woman holding his prick, her mouth hanging open as she teased him was enough to produce another spurt of pre.

He was captivated by her, his muzzle hanging slack-jawed. The experienced female did everything in her power to take his breath away. She gripped his base tightly, tempting and teasing the last few inches free of its hiding place. As soon as the glands of his knot pressed out, she was quick to wrap her fingers around it.

Having no experience with canines, but plenty of nights to fantasize, she was a fast learner. His manhood stood at an impressive fourteen inches long, covered in dark veins. The taste was sharp and strong to her, incredibly spicy. It flooded her mouth, left her desperate to take more.

The sound of the arcanine's sharp panting mixed with her slurping was a reversal of their previous chorus. She didn't take her eyes from him, her warm lips planting soft kisses all over the tip before returning to licking.

"You're so damn big..." It was difficult for her to remember if her husband had been this large. Something told her he wasn't, but it could have been a trick of the memory. "So hot..." It was too much for her to take, her mouth parted slowly. She made sure he was watching as her tongue pressed out, rubbing against the bottom of his shaft before slowly drawing him into her mouth.

He jolted and whined instantly from being engulfed by the hot furnace of her mouth. Immediately, his initial urge to thrust upwards. He quelled it with some difficulty, forcing himself to allow her complete control. This was his dream, after all, it wouldn't do well for him to force her to take more than she was comfortable with.

Even still, he couldn't stop his wiggling. Time hadn't eroded her memory of performing in this fashion. Her hand never released the base of his fat prick, each twitch signaling another burst of pre that coated her tongue in slick fluid.

Rivulets of her saliva ran down the sides of his length, causing it to glisten in the firelight. The tickle against the back of her throat didn't deter her; she needed to have more of him. Even when she heard a faint, hushed whisper of worry, she slipped him deeper into her mouth.

Diane's face curled up at the sensation of having her throat stretched out like this. She swore she could feel it bulging out, the incessant whimpering of the canine growing a higher pitch. Even his knot had begun to swell, thickening up under her grasp. She was astounded by it, unable to even fathom how it would feel when it entered her.

For she knew she wouldn't be satisfied with just this. His fluffy fur tickled her face when she reached her limit, barely half of his prick. Disappointment briefly overshadowed her desire, but then a thought came to mind. They could always keep practicing until she got it.

That was enough to get her lips to tighten around him. This time, Oren couldn't hold back his loud, warbling moan. It was too good, she was so talented in the mind of the young canine. It left him embarrassed that he had been so lacking in his cunnilingus; he had similar thoughts to Diane, however. They could always keep practicing.

"Diane...I think...I think I'm gonna..."

His groan of unhappiness was cut off when he felt that heavenly mouth beginning to pull away from her. He blinked, worried that he had said or done the wrong thing. He was about to mumble an apology before he saw her moving into position over top of him. Any qualms he had faded away when one of her hands pressed into his fluffy chest, her other hand still gripping the base of his cock.

"I need you, Oren." She whispered, no uncertainty present in her actions. She was desperate, practically to the point of whimpering like he was. Her hand glided over his length, smearing her saliva and his pre over it to make sure it was well lubed for where it was going.

Having the thick dragonite over top of him took his breath away and he could only nod. His paws reached down, gingerly resting on her thick thighs. It was more than an attempt to embrace her, his desire demanded he have some part in this.

"I need you, Diane."

He whispered back, his ears perking up when his tapered tip pressed between her plush ass cheeks. Both waited tensely, wanting to remember that initial touch that would set the pace for what was to come.

When he found her entrance, Diane released his shaft. His tapered tip spread her scaly folds, keeping him wedged in place. She leaned closer to him, holding on to his chest with both hands now. Their eyes met and he was the one to take it further. His tongue licked against her chin questioningly, hoping for more, and she answered in kind.

Their lips pressed together, muzzles firm while she began to push down.

Immediately, she moaned for him. It was a generous stretch, spreading her delicate walls wide to accept the canine prick. She was thankful they had done such a good job preparing each other for this but even then it was almost too much to handle. Every part of her wanted to squeeze, to wrap him up to prevent him from slipping out. It was an impediment to her attempts to take him in, however, and she fought against her instincts.

His tongue pressed to her lips, just as sloppily as it had her cunny. That was okay, she could always take the time to teach him how to properly kiss a woman.

She moaned once more, continuing her slow, steady descent. One hand left his chest, cupping his muzzle in a loving embrace. She pulled back a little, her breathing coming much faster. Their noses pressed together, neither willing to pull away.

"Oh Arceus, Oren..."

"F-Fuck Diane, you're so damn tight!"

Her tail flagged higher the lower she went, her weight beginning to become a bit more apparent. It was becoming difficult to hold herself up but Oren was there to take over. His grip tightened on her hips, helping to keep her steady the further down she sank. Inch after inch disappeared into the eager dragoness, her body welcoming what it had craved for so long.

It was only when she felt his knot bump against her entrance that she realized she had taken it all. Her mouth was agape, her lips trembling from the considerable stretch he gave her. All she could do was rest there, coming to terms with the realization she had taken almost all of him.

Almost, but not all.

She trembled, practically dancing on the end of his knot before she planted a quick kiss on his muzzle. "O-Okay, Oren...I'm ready if you are..."

"You know I'm ready for you, Diane."

She smiled and situated herself properly over him, getting a better grip before she started to raise her hips. Both groaned as his red shaft slipped back out of her, but she didn't leave it for long. Her large ass dropped back into his groin, causing her plush cheeks to ripple from the impact.

The dragonite's claws found his skin, digging in partially. She wasn't fast. A woman of her size didn't exactly have that luxury. This did nothing to detract from how much Oren was enjoying himself. Every time his knot bounced against her entrance, she would instinctively clench up around him.

Oren tilted his head back. His fangs were clenched tightly together, trying to hold back the flames that threatened to spill forth. It was so perfect, he couldn't imagine anything ever feeling this good. Every time she bottomed out, he would feel his tip jabbing against a tight ring deep within her. The entrance to her womb fought against his repeated, battering attempts to penetrate, although it wasn't assisted in this endeavor by Diane's insistent attitude.

"Fuck! Don't stop!" His hips rocked upwards, a small movement but a powerful one nonetheless. It made her bounce higher, more than half of his prick slipping out before she dropped back into his groin. "Please, please don't stop, Diane!"

He was almost plaintive in his desperation, fearing this may stop at any second. Her hot, wet slit was divine, her sounds of euphoric pleasure more than he could take. Oren thrust upwards again, the awkward position a slight detriment to her attempts.

His paws had moved away from her generous ass, pushing instead against the small of her back. It made his thrust upwards dig deeper, the glans of his swelling knot beginning to tease her wet entrance. The warm spurts of his pre were becoming more copious, leaking back down his shaft and coating his groin.

Diane was almost manic in her movements. The heat had become too much, she felt like she was burning up. The combination of his fluffy fur and the red-hot poker buried between her legs was driving her mad. She panted like a canine, just like he was. She thought she was going to overheat before she could push him to the edge.

"Oren! Oh yes, fuck me, Oren!" The words tumbled from her mouth, crude and begging. She didn't care; she didn't care how she must have sounded. This was all she wanted, the arcanine to use her, to make love to her. "I want your knot, oh Arceus I want it all!"

Oren couldn't even express himself through words at this point. It was too good, his teeth refused to part, even when she bathed his muzzle in kisses. His hips were bucking faster. His paws embraced her like a lover.

The urge to toss her down, to mount her from behind and breed her, was ever-present. He fought against it, giving her the entirety of control. She meant more to him than his own pleasure, and he was going to show it.

She was growing desperate, pressing against his knot so hard that it was almost starting to hurt the poor canine. The thick orb prodded her, stretching and forcing her wider each time it collided. The combination of her tight entrance and her unyielding cervix would have been impossible for just one of them to overcome.

Their tandem work was making progress on that front. The canine was still clumsy in his new form but he knew well enough to thrust upwards each time her ass jiggled against his groin. His crotch was a mess of fluids, both hers and his own. The sloppy sound of his penetration was getting louder by the second.

Neither knew they could hold back. It was getting to be too much. The haze of pleasure was peaking.

Oren bit back the flames that danced in his throat, forcing them down. All that heat radiated out of his prick, filling her body with an intense surge of warmth. It caused her to cry out, her delicate petals slowly folding open. That was when he managed to find purchase.

Both of their eyes widened when his knot pressed firmly to her entrance and slipped in. Diane tugged against it, almost in disbelief that it had managed to fit. Seconds later, it began to swell. It spread her walls apart to accommodate the thick orb, locking him to her. The added few inches was enough for him to breach her cervix, his tip planted right on the precipice.

Oren was the first to cum. His balls pulled up tight to his groin, and he let loose with a loud, passionate howl. His cock jumped within her, thick, creamy spurts of canine sperm flooding her. His hips trembled with each jet of semen, his balls pulling tight as they unleashed their precious contents.

Diane joined him soon after. Her roar was almost feral, a fitting match to her mate's own cacophonous cry of victory. She wrung his shaft, tighter than anything he had ever experienced in his life. Her strength gave out and she fell against his chest, too exhausted to even consider holding herself up.

She was welcomed with open paws. The arcanine's embrace was tight and smothering, ignoring the sweat that coated her scaly body. The two breathed hard and heavy, savoring the afterglow of their first shared climax together. Oren was more than content to hold her there while the older women rested. In truth, he never wanted to let her go.

Her head rested on his chest, the grin on her face refusing to go away. It was almost too good to be true. Every eruption of roiling warmth in her was trapped by the combination of his tip planted in her cervix and the fat knot. It had swollen up large enough to push her ass cheeks apart, keeping her locked to him. They were undoubtedly locked for the duration until he decided he was done with her.

As Diane leaned up to kiss him, she hoped it wouldn't be for a while.

"I now declare this meeting of the Mu Omega Nu fraternity open to conduct business." Clive sat behind the long table that had been set up in the basement of their house. The houndoom was flanked by a few members that had positions of power in the chapter, but everyone else was sitting in front of them. "I hope we all had a nice holiday break. Sucks to be back, I was enjoying the time off."

"Banging your hairless bitch!"

"When you going to bring her around again? Houndooms share their bitches, right?"

"I wouldn't mind getting a chance at her myself..."

"Shut up." He snapped instantly, his eyes narrowed in exasperation. "We're in the middle of meeting. Arceus, I had hoped you lot would finally shut up about that. If I hear one more word about her, I swear I'm going to torch your asses." A small plume of smoke escaped the annoyed canine's nose, but his attention quickly turned back to the assembled pokemon. "Now, before we get down to business...I think it's important we acknowledge some changes. Oren?"

Heads turned at the mention of this. The growlithe hadn't come to the holiday party, nor was he there for role call, so most had assumed that he had simply decided not to come to the. meeting. They were just as shocked as Clive had been initially when the large, bulky arcanine pushed his way into the room.

He was all grins, his large size forcing him to nudge aside the throngs of pokemon that surrounded him. "Hey guys, thought I'd at least make a surprise of it."

The arcanine walked slowly, making sure to bask in the reveal; it wasn't like he'd have this opportunity again. Wrapped around his neck was the red and gold scarf, more than large enough for his new form. It was displayed proudly since his head was held so high, giving all of them a chance to look at it.

There was a general murmuring, discourse among the gathered pokemon settled with a loud growl from Clive.

"Hey! Save the gossip for after meeting, ladies! Now...Oren approached me with a great idea," he gestured with his head to the open spot at the end of the long table. As the arcanine moved to take it, Clive nodded and turned his attention back to them. "We've been really slacking in our community involvement. It looks like shit when every fraternity on campus is logging dozens of hours and we're just fucking around. Therefore, Oren is going to take charge of a community service chair. Oren, anything you wanted to say?"

"I'm really excited to be able to do this. Helping other people can be incredibly awarding." He grinned big at them, before blinking when a few voices rose up.

"Come on, seriously?'

"We already do so much shit for campus!"

The voices were starting to grow louder, and Oren glanced at Clive. When the houndoom nodded to him, the arcanine released a loud, resounding bark. It echoed through the basement, causing ears to flatten and whines to sound.

"Damn it, you bunch of degenerates! We're going to help people and you're going to like it. If I hear one that one of you didn't fulfill the tasks I gave you, then you're not allowed to attend any parties at the house." Clive had already cleared it, given him permission to lay down the law like this, but it wasn't necessary to announce that. The newly evolved arcanine was commanding in voice, his almost regal stature demanding silence. "You're going to do it, and you're sure as hell going to enjoy it."

Clive waited a few moments, his devil-like tail swishing slowly behind him. He was going to have to mention this to Mia, she was going to love it. It almost made him want to rush through the meeting so he could get to her apartment, but he calmed himself.

"Right, now that that's settled, let's get down to business."