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The Trainer swallowed and tilted his head the other way, talons tightening along the subway support. All around him the tunnels zipped on by, separated from their own little world in here by thick walls of reinforced metal and polymer. It was just himself, his Eevee standing atop the seat before him, and then a handful of others throughout the car, most of them wrapped up in their own business... which meant that they were unlikely to notice the very particular way this Eevee bumped and pushed up against her trainer, hindlegs spread, great paintbrush tail raised and flicking.

The bird swallowed, shivered, and tried not to show too much in his expression or breathing, but it was indeed quite a boon that he had this pole here to lean against. Each time the Eevee pressed back he couldn't help but push forward, a resounding shudder echoing out through his loins, his hips, and his legs from where his hard shaft squeezed deep inside of her, the thick lips of her plump canine spade mashing wetly around his base and certainly staining the front of his pants. The two had hopped onto the train some three stops over and still had one or two more to go: quiet conversation and gentle teasing eventually lead to Livi here, the Eevee, turning around and brushing against him, with Vareoth covering it up as natural affectionate interaction between Trainer and Pokémon.

And then that certain look had crossed her muzzle, and she had turned her head and focused in that way that she had recently learned how to do... being an Eevee she was quite adaptable, and as time went on her skills had improved and expanded nearly beyond what Vareoth could believe. Sure enough, just before the last stop he had felt the now familiar pressure of her rooting around against his thoughts, slipping in implications and suggestions in that way that would have made him think they were his own had he not already known the source.

Sure, he'd had reservations and reluctance of his own, especially in such a public place as the main car of a subway. Vareoth made sure to let Livi know this through the Eevee's psychic link, as he did every time. But even so, he knew that she would know that it was a feeble resistance, and that every time she pushed herself against him his arousal grew further, from the humid heat squishing back against the front of his pants, to the sight of that wet black canine spade hanging beneath her puckered tailhole, to the gentle, familiar sizzle of musk that reached up and wrapped around him.

Then that psychic tug had reached out further, poked and prodded along his physical body, teased down the zipper of his pants, rooted around in his underwear... and drew his at that point half-hard shaft out, though just as quickly sheathed it within the Eevee's waiting warmth before anyone would be able to see. Vareoth's claws had tightened on the pole then as well, a sharp breath hissing in through his nostrils as he arched his back, straightened up, shuddered beneath the sensation suddenly squeezing around him.

If he held still and kept his expression painstakingly neutral, he figured that nobody else would know what was going on: Livia kept herself at a reasonably even position, so that - hopefully - it would look as though she were just any other Pokémon standing near her Trainer. So long as the others in the car here didn't peer too closely at the angle of her tail or spread of her hindlegs, or at how her haunches rhythmically grinded and mashed against the lovebird behind her, or how a few thick strings of liquid arousal hung down between the two of them now, swaying and jiggling in the movement of the train and slowly dripping down the pleather seat.

Vareoth swallowed again and risked a glance down to Livia before him. The Eevee felt this movement and flashed her gaze over her shoulder, self-satisfaction and lust glimmering in bright eyes with another clench and push back: when she had first drawn him inside of her, psychic touch feeling like faint ghostly fingers pressing along his length and driving him forward, it had been so hard not to gasp and moan out with the feeling. Normally he wouldn't have even been able to get it inside of her only halfway hard, but Livia had managed - and then squeezed and clenched and slurped and sucked around him to get him the rest of the way there, eager canine flesh mashing comfortably around his contours as he grew inside of her, pushing out against those wet inner walls just as they continued to mash against him.

It had been so hard not to grip the Pokémon's hips with his claws, spread her, and pound her right then and there, drawing back until the tight squeezing rim of her spade rolled his foreskin succulently forward and then driving in until he felt the point of that canine sex nestling against his sack... and this time he wasn't certain whether that thought had come from himself or from Livia's psychic influence. Every time she clenched her muscles around him, tailhole puckering and base of her tail lifting and flicking, Vareoth couldn't help but shudder at the knees and throb in turn, able to see out of the corner of his eye the way the lip of her spade flexed in place against him.

He brought his other hand to grip at the support in what he hoped was a nonchalant fashion, resting his weight more heavily against it. The Eevee kept on going, keeping herself almost fully still while she just worked those muscles and inner walls, sucking and squeezing around him; even the small, slight bouncing from the vehicle around them strengthened the fire burning in his loins, until his fingers gripped, claws dug, muscles tightened -

-and then in a few quick, urgent, barely suppressed gasps Vareoth felt his entire body jerk and twitch, tailfeathers ruffling and splaying out with the pulses that arced through him. His beak clacked a few times with each sudden, powerful spurt, the bird trying his best not to thrust too terribly hard as Livia drained him deep inside of her; he tilted his head back, pulled in another breath, then let it out as a slow, shuddering sigh, hiding his exhausted satisfaction underneath the squeaking of the train's brakes. Livia looked back at him through half-lidded eyes, the Eevee's mouth hanging half open in indulgent delight; she wiggled her hips side to side, making her Trainer gasp and twitch, and then looked over towards the door as it slid open.

This was their stop. Vareoth swallowed and looked around the car. Getting out would be a lot harder than it had been to get in.