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Iridiumx - September

Iri stumbled back, then felt his balance go completely out as his foot caught a protruding root and swung out from underneath him. His arms flailed at his side, he squeezed his eyes shut in anticipation of the impact, and his nose still tickled from the damn sensation of that wild Pokémon's tail brushing across it. He hadn't even been able to get a good look at it with how swiftly it had leapt from the bushes: just a flash of ocher and charcoal, the sensation of something pushing into him, and then the vertigo of realizing he was falling backwards. The dragon gritted his teeth and braced himself for when he would inevitably hit the forest floor-

-and then didn't, instead settling comfortably back along a cushioned surface. Surprised, he glanced back, frowned, then up again, and understood: the Thievul that had gotten the jump on him had caught him with her huge, brushlike tail, which now gave him quite the view up underneath its base. Her black-masked muzzle peered back at him, sudden realization dawning within those clever eyes as she started to lower herself down further... and then pinned the Trainer between her backside and the ground beneath them, mooshing him into place there so she could hike her tail up further. He brought his hands up in attempts to defend himself, though still felt his muzzle squished sideways against sleek, slick feral tailhole, ridges of musk-damp skin pulling and tugging along his cheeks and lips.

He grunted and squirmed, though couldn't make a move beneath her wide rump - and this point didn't really want to. Every time he breathed out, be that a sigh, a grunt, or as time went on, a little moan, he felt that breath curl back around him, heavy and tainted with the distinct weight of vulpine musk. The dragon swallowed, mouth watering, and managed to wriggle his hands up into place to press the Pokémon's rump out and around his face to make room for his muzzle, the pressure tugging along the ring of her tailhole and pulling it taut against him.

Iri swallowed, then swallowed again... then did so again,_already able to taste the dense presence of her scent in his throat, even though he hadn't yet taken a taste. He was _supposed to be out here in the woods gathering samples for the center where he worked in the nearby city, but as usual, the Pokémon he encountered had different plans for him. And, right now at least, he was in no shape to dissuade her.

So all he could do was humor the Thievul, right? Once more he swallowed, then licked his lips, then finally lifted his head up the tiny distance he was allowed... and immediately pursed his lips against that puckered rim, earning a little twitch and clench out of the ring of muscle. Scent percolated into thick, greasy taste across his lips and tongue, slipping deeper into his maw as he licked, and lapped, and suckled gently there, able to feel the little bits of skin and fur stuck within the folds peel off beneath his attention, all dripping into the back of his tongue and throat and clinging there.

Atop him the large fox squirmed and settled back, resting more of her weight onto his muzzle until Iri could feel that ring start to stretch and push against him, the vulpine wanting him deeper, further. He swallowed again, felt his throat close up with the sticky slime of her scent, then did so once more to clear it and continued, lips firm against her tailhole, tongue slurping between those ridged wrinkles and digging deeper. He lapped open-mouthed along her rump, dragging up along the revealed pucker from rim to rim. The fur surrounding her tailhole was already soaked and matter with natural musk and moisture, and now Iri took that into his mouth and replaced it with his own drool, already hanging down in thick ropes from his chin.

Every time he dug his tongue in against her, pressing up against the exterior rim of muscle, slipping briefly into the central pucker, then pushing back again, he felt the Pokémon tighten and then push back against him, sometimes firmly enough that her tailhole pursed out like another pair of lips to meet him in this kiss. The Trainer squirmed and grinded underneath her, his feet stretched out somewhere in front of them, pants tight and straining with irresistible throbs. If he really, really focused, he thought he could feel her tense, unsteady breath wafting down across his legs, and wondered if he could manage to will her to nose down and nuzzle at his arousal caught there, but... he couldn't help but brace against the soft earth and thrust up, up, again and again, as he continued to slurp and suck. The further he went, the more he dug his thumbs in against that tight ring in trying to pull it open, to stretch those puckered lips apart and suckle at the sleek flesh inside, bittersweet musk turning to a sharper, tangier presence that filled his throat and lungs.

By now the dragon moaned and panted between licks, his lips sticking to the Thievul's tailhole every time he tried to pull back to clear his throat or catch a breath - neither of which he managed to effectively do. His feet scrabbled and pushed at the loose earth underneath him, trying to find purchase in his insistent grinding and thrusting; damp underwear squeezed back around him, the heat of his own body and arousal reflected back in, nose full of the scent of her, belly stirring with the sharp, acrid taste that just continued to grow the more he worked, and - he once more sealed his lips around her rim, felt her shudder and push back so that that ring of muscle protruded out onto his tongue again, and then he jerked, and jerked again, and gasped, and groaned as an unexpected peak of pleasure rocketed through him, filling the front of his pants with thick, sticky warmth.

Breathless, he thumped his head back against the ground, and for a moment didn't even notice the Thievul lift her rump from around his muzzle. The heavy stickiness still clung to his lips, fur, and scales, and it took effort to open his eyes for the way that same slime had run down and crusted across his muzzle - but when he finally managed it the dragon sat up, grimaced down at the mess he had made across himself, thankfully mostly confined there. It would be hell unsticking the fabric from his scales later, but at least only the other Pokémon at the center would be able to smell it, and-

And his backpack was gone. He sat up a little straight and peered around, seeing no sign of his stuff or of the Thievul that had _obviously_taken it. Iri knew that they were tricky, but he had never expected one to go _that_far.

Oh well, he figured. That's just something to add to my notes later. And also to explore more in full.

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Lomidepuzlo - September

Lolo sighed and tilted his head back as he rocked his hips, forward and back, forward and back. The material of the mattress sank gently beneath his knees with his shifting weight, just as did the soft, succulent rump against which he thrust; not into, but against, one hand braced along the small of the hare's back while the other kept his hard shaft angled down, fingers spread along her plush rear. Here he could feel the humid heat of her tailhole emanating from underneath, along with the occasional twitch and clench as he thrust.

The way that her soft fur and skin squeezed around him, holding just a little bit tighter when he clamped his fingers down; the brush, the tickle of the wrinkles of skin along her puckered rim when he pushed down a little further, angling his body or adjusting his approach; the enticing sensation of the underside of her tail slipping along his head, making him shudder and jerk and grit his teeth... he swallowed again, mouth open, and closed his eyes to double down again, now bringing his knees up along her legs a little bit further to dive at a sharper angle.

"Having fun back there?" Melody called, around a mouthful of whatever snack she had grabbed. Ahead of the two the TV played at a low volume, not quite enough to cover Lolo's panting and the squeaking of the mattress beneath them."

"Ah - mhmm," he managed. Now he ran both hands down to squeeze her rear around him, squishing his hard shaft down between soft, plump weight, warm and lovely, with that ridged pucker slipping back and forth along his underside, growing slicker with each push from his leaking pre. He had to pace himself now, as each squeeze from his hands and each clench from Melody's tailhole brought that burgeoning tickle just a little bit closer. "Could you - push up and back a bit? I feel like I'm... gonna..."

The hare didn't respond for a moment, making him wonder if she had gotten too wrapped up in watching her show. Then, though, she adjusted how she lay, at one squeezing back against him as she pushed up - and then Lolo brought his head forward again, gritted his teeth, sucked in a gasp, and gave a few more slow yet firm thrusts up and between her rump. His hands grew tighter and tighter, squishing into soft flesh; he doubled over her, dug his knees against the bed, clamped his legs around hers... then gasped, grunted, and jerked, and again, and again, thrusting fiercely forward with each spurt of his load up against the underside of her tail, immediately matting the lovely strawberry-cream there with streaks of and spurts of milky white.

Melody looked back over her shoulder at him again, faint amusement visible around the reflection of the TV in her eyes. She wriggled her hips side to side and then pushed against him again, making him shudder and jerk again with the hypersensitivity brushing against him; still, though, he kept her rump squeezed around him, enjoying the rich, sticky heat that simmered around him, and the way she now repeatedly clenched and pushed up against him in trying to milk the rest of what he had to give.

"Hah..." he breathed, still shivering. Gradually he released his grip on her rump and looked down, enjoying the sight of himself nestled snug beneath her tail. "God. That was... more fun than I expected..."

"Well, let me know when you're done back there," the hare went on. She reached for the remote and turned the volume down a little bit further. "I gotta go shower, as I'm sure you can tell."

"Yeah, just-" A squeeze and squish against him made him grimace again, then ignited another pressure down in his loins. For a moment Lolo shoved that sensation down, then paused, thought about it, and took in a breath. "Here, how about you just... let me..."

It took a little bit more focus and effort than he had been putting in, but here he held himself still, bit into his lower lip, closed his eyes again, and once more pressed himself down between her plush rump, thumb pushed at the base of his shaft. Lolo swallowed, tilted his head back, took in a slow, steady breath, then let it out... and then shivered again with the sweet, sharp relief as he started to drain his bladder as well, washing out the rest of his load, first coming at a trickle and then quickly growing to a fuller stream.

Immediately the hare in front of and beneath him jumped and looked over her shoulder again, confusion coming through first with annoyance second. Still the amusement persisted, though, as did the arousal; she rolled her eyes and again pushed back against him, now moving her legs to squeeze her rear around his shaft as he emptied himself into the nook there beneath the dock of her tail. It wiggled and lifted up a little bit: Lolo sighed with that stirring relief, curled his fingers down beneath himself, and aimed right up at the root of her fur there, soaking it through and matting it down further with fresh, warm yellow.

The heat of his own mark flowed and filled up along her rump around him, gradually starting to spill over. It trickled down along his sack and inner thighs, and cut rivulets along her lower back where it flowed up from around the base of her tail; the hare shivered and rested her muzzle on her paw to look back at him. He sat back on his haunches, streamed up along her lower back, then down again; then he shifted back, lifted up - felt the floodgates open and spread out beneath him - then dug a hand into the soft flesh of her rump to spread her and make a target of her tailhole, which twitched and puckered again and again in response to the sensation.

As his mark trailed off towards its finish he leaned forward again, intentionally letting it dribble off at the upper rim there. Once done he wiped himself off as well, making sure to streak and smear some of his load back into her fur as well; then, satisfied, he sat back again, fully hard all over again.

Melody scoffed, rolled her eyes again, and turned back to the TV. "Someone's gonna have to clean that up, you know." She changed the channel. "And now you need a shower, too."

Peegus - October

Kopa rested his arms back across the rim of the pool, his entire body shivering yet still simmering with the pleasant, cozy heat of the water all around him. Places like this were few and far between in the depths of the woods, this one in particular climbing halfway up the slope of the great mountain range that bordered the entire western horizon; on perfect mornings it appeared as a little glimmering jewel of light, the thick wisps of steam curling up like a little cloud that had come down to visit.

And the view from within the hot springs was just as stunning as from the outside. He opened his eyes, swallowed, and rolled his head forward, looking down across the vast expanse of woodlands that he called his home, disappearing into the distance in every other direction. Rich, florid green canopy weaving in and out of itself, the skin of the world stretching out soft and enticing... and then up here in the spring across from him, soft green gave way instead to smooth ochre and sweet tan, pale cream and hot honey-red fixed in a sleek, sharp muzzle, watching him with amusement.

"Vexa." Kopa tilted his head back again and sank a little deeper into the water. "Come over here."

"Why would I do that?"

The hunter cracked an eye to look over at the leopardess across from him. She leaned forward a bit now, paws held near her knees underneath the water... heavy breasts hanging down just off the surface, little fingers of steam curling up and around, never quite touching. She met his eyes, tilted her head, and smirked.

So Kopa, also a leopard, squirmed and rolled his head to his other shoulder. "There's enough room for both of us on this side."

Nothing for a moment, and he thought he might have to try more persuasive tactics to coax her over here. Then, though, his ears perked to the sound of splashing water; he kept his eyes shut this time but widened his posture, spreading his legs apart and readying his arms... so he could wrap them up around her midsection as she slid into place in front of him there, the other feline's tail brushing against his chest and belly and then curling around. Vexa sighed softly as she sank back into the water, paws reaching down to brace against his knees so she could lower herself down; then her weight started to press in as well, squeezing him gently against between her back and the stone.

Kopa sat up a little bit straighter and squeezed the other cat against himself, making no effort to keep one of his paws from brushing up beneath her breasts. The huntress shivered and sighed softly, her paw instantly coming up to guide his closer to his intended goal: one came up and squeezed across the heavy, soft yet firm mound of flesh there, while the other drifted down beneath the water, fingerpads and fur around them tickling with the currents of heat in the spring water. She pulled in a low, slow breath - the minerals dissolved in the spring left a sweet, cooling tingle in the nose and at the back of the throat - and rested herself against him more fully, sitting atop his lap without her weight squishing anything of this, her legs draped across his own and that other paw sliding slowly down towards her belly...

...where Kopa kept it going. His fingers slid right on through the little tuft of thicker, softer pubic fur, brushing along a different wet heat that simmered there. Vexa shivered again and lifted her hips forward, spreading her fingers around his to press him down into place there, soft skin and flesh squishing up around his pads.

The leopardess licked her lips and swallowed. "...You know," she purred, "if you keep on doing that, I might... just..."

So he did. Keeping his fingers spread Kopa continued down with his paw, slick soft lips brushing across his palms until he felt the wrinkled pucker of her tail down underneath, then brought them together and dragged slowly back up, which deliberately coaxed another shiver and sigh out of her. "Just what?"

She shivered again, half-lifted a leg, gently bit her lower lip, and then after a moment sighed and relaxed against him again. _"That..."_she breathed then, that relaxation shivering up through her body.

For a moment Kopa noticed nothing. Then, though, he felt a slight stir in the currents around him: another higher, almost oily heat washing out from between her legs, simmering out and around his thighs, cloaking his fingers, trickling along his fur as it wisped up through the spring water. The hunter peered forward over her shoulder and saw the trailing tendrils of pale yellow as they spread through the water, the distortion of the different liquid issuing strongest from just between his fingers there, right amid the field of partially-hidden luscious pink stretched between.

Vexa rested her head against his and shifted her position again, her paw still over is. Now she guided him down into the stream there, so that he could feel it fresh from the source curling out around his palm; he grinned, nestled his muzzle into her neck, and rubbed and stroked at that spot, feeling her mark squirt and spray around his fingers while still within the water, jetting out and stirring the currents around them. Once it floated up and came to the surface of the spring, warmer still than the water around them, the scent curled up and teased at the leopard's attention as well: he leaned forward, took another breath of her natural aroma from within her fur, then felt the higher, richer, saltier tang of her mark spreading throughout the area.

Then the leopardess in his lap squirmed and shifted forward, bringing her legs together a bit and angling herself down so that Kopa could feel the last few seconds of that stream right down against his sheath, forceful enough at first to stir itself into the supple lips there. He shivered, sighed, and let his scented paw down now to pull that skin back a little bit, allowing himself up and into the water between his legs. As Vexa had sat there relaxing against him, her weight and warmth had pushed back against his lower belly, and now that she had done it he felt a similar need.

"Here," he purred, now bringing his other paw down to continue stroking and rubbing, wiping the last of her mark in against her, while he used his other to guide himself up towards that sweet, soft flesh. "You gave me an idea..."

LomiDePuzlo - October

Melody lowered herself slowly, carefully into the tub, pulling in a sweet breath through her teeth as the heat began to seep in through her fur. She had to move herself gently for the sensation of weight and urgency she carried in her loins, having spent a good portion of time leading up to her bath drinking water, deliberately filling herself up, and then waffling back and forth on whether she actually wanted to try out that potion she had purchased online.

The reviews looked good, and there were plenty of videos attached - linked off-site, of course - showing that it did indeed work. When she had popped the cork it fizzled and sparkled, and when she tilted her head and knocked it back she could feel it seeping into her body instead of running down her throat, and then within minutes its effects established themselves within her. Within one part of her, really, and it had filled her with nervous enjoyment to watch as well as feel that effect taking place.

The empty bottle still sat atop the nearby counter, as of course_she had downed it here in the bathroom. For a few minutes the hare had sat back along the toilet, fully nude, paws on her knees as she just waited and watched... and sure enough, as the stirring pressure within her lower abdomen grew so too did that little pocket at the base of her belly, beneath her belly button and just behind the little carefully maintained tuft of pubic fur there. And what an odd sensation it was, her bladder growing, swelling, _expanding in volume, with the strange liquid of the potion working its same magic on its contents as well, keeping her just as relatively full as she had been before drinking it; Melody had squirmed and shivered and gasped as she had felt the rest of her, innards and bowels and whatever else, shift heavily, wetly around the expanding organ. It wasn't at all an unpleasant feeling, just unfamiliar and a little bit strange.

And, honestly, a little bit arousing. One paw had come up to caress the growing bulge of her bladder in her lower body while the other ran down between her legs, fingers teasing at the stirring of arousal there, rubbing back and forth over gathering warmth that had begun to grow into a humid heat as well; and then when she thought that the expansion had slowed she stood up, then had to catch herself on the edge of the counter for how much _heavier_she was, suddenly far fuller with piss diluted to fill her bladder now at least three, maybe four, perhaps even five times as large as it had been before. Every step she felt it slosh and roll around inside of her, and when she looked down could see the ripples of liquid pulsing around within her stomach.

Now the pressure redoubled again as she let herself down into the tub, the surface of the bathwater just squeezing right back in on her dangerously full, dangerously voluminous bladder. The hare gritted her teeth in mixed delight and discomfort, then squirmed a little bit as she realized she had filled the tub up without accounting for her expanded size with her huge bladder, then settled in the rest of the way despite the splashes that went over the edge.

For a few moments she just lay there, able to feel her heart pulsing down around the volume, tingling from urgency and need, still shivering a little bit beneath the arousal and the warmth of the bath. Gradually she lay back again, resting her head on the pillow she had positioned at the head of the tub, and floated her arms back down - which put more pressure on her bladder, to the point where she grimaced and gritted her teeth again.

One paw back to her lower belly, the other sliding down again... and before long she found it was far more comfortable to drape one leg over the edge of the tub while she worked at herself, fingerpads working smoothly, gently between slick lips, teasing and coaxing around her sensitive clit, bringing her closer and closer. She loved this sensation of urgency and fullness, loved the feeling of hot, loose liquid sloshing and slurping around inside of her, loved the way that that imminence shivered closer with each circle of her fingers, every brush against her clit, every time she sank up inside of herself...

...until she finally couldn't resist, tightened around her fingers, threw her head back - and felt a squirt of hot liquid piss jet out against her palm, then followed by another, and another strengthening into a full stream, two fingers buried to the knuckle so that the stream sprayed out alongside her thighs. The hare swallowed and looked down, watching the way the fluid flowed throughout the bathwater, thin and oily and nearly colorless; now pushing to ensure she didn't stop, she moved both paws down to spread herself with one and continue rubbing with the other, freely running back and forth over the source of her stream, spraying it back over herself, angling it down, letting her own heat spread out through the tub.

And she just kept on going. The sweet, intoxicating sensation of relief just dragged on and on, far beyond when she normally finished: Melody licked her lips, swallowed, and breathed a shaky laugh through parted lips, now lifting herself up - the water stirred around her - so she could spread herself and watch her clear stream arc up and back down into the tub. As of yet she had seen no change in the bulge of her huge bladder, but her constant addition to the tub meant that it continued to flow over the side, trickling down and spreading out across the tile; her legs started to shake, her abdomen tingled, she felt herself tightening up all over again, and as she ran her fingers back and forth across herself again suddenly all her muscles tensed up, her stream pinched off for a moment - and then jerked and sprayed and jetted out with much more force, the hare panting, gasping, moaning out into the bathroom as the sheer sensation of releasing so much pushed her past her peak.

Clumsily she dropped back down into the water, too wrapped up in her own pleasure and relief to care about the wave that splashed out - and still she kept on draining herself, that tingling sensation continuing between her legs, growing a bit when she slid her paws up along the bulge beneath her lower belly.

Idly she wondered if she might have to start draining the tub for how much she was putting out; it seemed so far as though she weren't even close to stopping.

Iridiumx - October

Iri grunted and braced the middle of his chest forward, using his own weight to work the wheelbarrow over the little dip in the dirt road. The old wheel shook and juddered on its axle, then finally started up again to continue the rhythmic creaking and squeaking that it had apparently always had; if the dragon could just find some spare time between his other tasks he'd like to take it apart and resolve that little issue. Sometimes a bad tool could be worse than no tool at all. He couldn't just go out and buy a new one, though, as it belonged to the ranch that had hired him... but on the other hand, he'd be taking precious time out of his own day, and putting in otherwise unpaid effort, to make it better, and...

And it hitched against a rounded rock sticking out from the path, worn into the grass after who knows how many other workers like him making this same trek across who knows how many years. As the edge of the bin jerked against his chest and belly the dragon huff_ed and grunted, briefly wincing and rubbing at the spot. Frustration simmered down in him; first he had to wake up early to come out here, and then he had found out that instead of the few days of paid training that other places offered - though he was _quite experienced with ranch hand and other farm labor - they had decided to put his nose right up to the grindstone from day one.

At least his morning task wasn't too terrible: shoveling the waste that had gathered overnight off the floor of the horse stables, then moving that manure over into the huge pile at the other end of the ranch for drying. Stuck there in the dim building wrapped in the oppressive stink of horse dung, Iri's eyes had watered and his throat had clenched throughout the entire task, something in the back of his chest tightening and stirring each time he sank the shovel into the still-moist piles, releasing another burst of grease and acrid scent. The task itself also took about three times as long to take as it should have, though, as after each shovelful the new hire couldn't help but lean forward against the shovel and just watch.

The task put him in the center of the stables, with the stalls for the horses facing him. Brushy velvet tails swinging and swaying, constantly affording him a new, different view of one of their backsides: the lovely paint mare with a shimmering charcoal splotch that carried over from her pelt and darkened half of her puckered, donut-sized tailhole and one side of her sex; the bay with hers about as long as one and a half of his hands put on top of each other; the dapple over in the other corner who he could have sworn_had an eye on him, tossing her head every time he looked over and hiking her tail when he approached, leaning in far enough that he could feel the humid heat emanating off of her backside. As dawn gave way to brighter morning, Iri was able to see that _something had certainly gotten her worked up as well, judging by the thick strands of slick slime that hung from her lips, swinging and flexing with each little wink she gave... though it did turn out that her tail-hiking was due to her giving him just another mess to clean up.

So he did so, dutifully, but still made sure to show her his_appreciation_ afterwards. By the time the dragon finally made his way out of the stables, wheelbarrow and belly both full, the fur of his muzzle had been matted down beneath the slick, sticky strands of her arousal, and every time he inhaled or swallowed he just tasted her musk in the back of his throat. At least this time he had had the foresight to put on one of the thick aprons that the ranch provided for these dirtier tasks; once he had finished he hung it up on a hook near the door, facing the other way, hoping that the morning breeze would help to dry off the streaks and smears of yellowish juice that had gushed out of her when he had brought her to her peak. He had neglected to wear the shoulder-length gloves for this, though, and had to spend about half the morning trying to pick matted bits of pelt, grime, and everything else out of the fur of his arm, and she had stained him a rich yellowish-brown, but hopefully nobody would question him on that.

After all, he was working on a farm. The dragon reached up and wiped at his forehead, his own sweat suddenly reactivating some of the scent worked into his skin there so that it trickled down his muzzle and for a moment made him feel as though he had just shoved his muzzle beneath that mare's tail again. The dragon leaned forward, wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, braced himself against the wheelbarrow, and used that to hide the growing stiffness in the front of his pants, then jumped as he realized he wasn't quite alone: another of the workers stood over by the nearby fence, mocha-chocolate tail swishing behind him as he watched whatever was on the other side.

Wait a second.

Iri reached a hand up to shield his eyes against the sunlight, then trudged right on over. The other workers' tall, triangular ears perked, showing the little notches that sat close to the base on either, and in another second the striped hyena turned his head just enough to look at the dragon approaching. He adjusted his sun hat in greeting, then turned back to whatever he was doing... which, to Iri, looked to be nothing.

Until he came up and sidled in alongside him, of course. Only then could the dragon see what had so caught Shekh's attention: the striped hyena stood here, arms braced against the wooden fence, tail swaying behind him, while he watched one of the ranch's cows standing a short distance into the field, her thin paintbrush tail nowhere near enough to hide the wide swath of her tailhole, wet wrinkled folds of flesh cresting up towards the central pucker nestled beneath the dock, then spilling down to her hanging sex underneath. A long tuft of hair hung down from the underside, still dripping from the morning piss she had just finished, steaming up from the grass underneath her.

The two friends shared a glance, a smirk, and then a brief nod up towards the cow's revealed backside, before each went back to watching.