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"Here we are... These should be good for a laugh," mumbled Blaque, pulling four books in a row off of the shelf. Balancing them in her palm, she read their spines again - How To Become a Psychic Overnight, Psychics: The Modern Witchcraft, Famous TV Psychics, and Psychics Are People Too. She chuckled and clutched them to her chest - thick and swollen, threatening to bounce out of her almost illegally low-cut T-shirt with a single missed step - and walked off to the mouth of the aisle, her fine body jiggling in a mouth-watering way with every step. All things considered, the library was probably her favorite place to visit during the day. An unusual mixture of two already unusual creatures, a Mew and its' genetically-engineered offshoot, the Mewtwo, she was deceptively intellectual for someone of her curves and beauty, but also a woman who enjoyed good-natured mischief at times, seemingly a trait of her former half. Because of those playful tendencies, she rarely refrained from using her naturally invasive psychic powers to probe anyone and everyone she took an interest in - especially since such an interest was usually mutual, but in such a tame setting as the library, she kept her powers and her body to herself, respecting the golden rule of silence and manners, but of course she enjoyed hearing the idle thoughts of men around her, trying their hardest to look without looking, licking their lips and thinking so vividly about just how hard they'd like to plow her. She thrived on their dirty thoughts and flourished in their filth, but she could control her nymphomaniacal urges if she really had to.

Though Blaque could've had any man she wanted, she felt her heart flutter and her cunt dampen whenever she laid eyes on the cute librarian who seemed to be perpetually on duty. Any time she read his thoughts, she found his fantasies quite tame, although she did occasionally find him thinking about motorboating her. Padding up to the wide, wooden desk he looked so tiny behind, she smiled and sat her books down, getting his attention. He looked up from the books he was sorting and, when he saw her, he smiled back at her. Immediately, his thoughts went from being concentrated yet dull to vaguely dirty - and the more she leaned down, giving him a yet deeper look down into her nigh endless cleavage, the filthier his thoughts became, but she fought back the urge to grin and pushed the books towards him. "I wanted to check these out, honey. Here's my library card," she purred to him, standing up straight. Reaching into one of her front pockets, she took out the card and laid it down for him, not that he really needed it as often as she was in. Nevertheless, the cute, bespectacled foxcoon liked to do things by the book - a pun he had miraculously never capitalized on - and so he ran the card, then went about laboriously scanning the index in every book. "Y'know," she began, leaning over the desk so low that her bosom touched its' surface, at the same time giving everybody behind her a fine look at her broad ass, "I still don't know your name!" she lied, winking at the twink. Of course she already knew that his name was Desmond, and enough other things about him that she could've stolen his identity if she so wanted, but she wanted to be coy, not creepy. Desmond flashed her a playful grin, prying his eyes off of her breasts with surprising ease. "It's Desmond. Dez, if you wanted to shorten it... Of course, looking at all these books, I'd imagine you were trying to learn it without asking me."

"Hehe!" she giggled, covering her mouth endearingly. "I guess you caught me, didn't you?" As she spoke to him, her long, purple tail swayed behind her hypnotically, and she pressed her heavy chest further into the desk, deforming her enormous, pliable boobs in a way that caught even the timid librarian's attention. "Aha... Y-you can tell a lot by the kind of books somebody borrows," said the tod, trying his best to fight off the thoughts and the urges that accompanied them. Blaque caught him thinking of the old cliché, sitting in the dentist chair. Of course, her powers were a two-way street, and she playfully corrupted the anti-boner fantasy Desmond did his best to maintain. The dentist was no menacing creep, but Blaque herself in a very scanty hello nurse outfit - and in place of any drills or hooks, she straddled his prone body on that cold reclining chair and forced his snout into her cleavage. Visibly, he tensed and shuddered, then hastily clutched his forehead as though experiencing a sudden migraine. With a subtle lick of her lips, Blaque reached out and brushed a warm paw through his hair, purring in a sweet, feline way. "What's wrong, Dez...? You need a Tylenol or something?" Though her voice was entirely free of ulterior motives, she knew for a fact that nothing was wrong with Desmond - nothing but a throbbing erection and desires no shy librarian knew how to deal with. "I'm fine... It happens all the time, I, uh, think I need new glasses," uttered the fox, looking up. For an agonizing pause they gazed into one another's eyes, and Blaque suddenly felt an urge in the tod's consciousness; he wanted to ask her on a date. It was so vivid, so clear, standing in his psyche like a monolith, but he couldn't get the words out. His lip quivered and his pulse quickened, but he sat in helpless silence. Blaque tilted her head to a cute angle, feigning total ignorance, yet secretly gobbling up that shyness. "So... Am I all ready to go?" prodded the Pokémon, helping the fox snap out of his trance. "Huh? Yeah. Yes... Here you go," Desmond said with an admirably benign tone, gently pushing the stack towards her with a smile.

"Thanks, Dez," Blaque purred, clutching the books to her chest again. As she turned to leave, that urge to ask her out was stronger than ever before, and she would've happily said yes, but Desmond being the shy nerd he was, it was stuck in his throat like the hairball from yesterday's grooming. Taking a few steps away, she dropped an explicit image or two into his immediate thoughts, the possible result of a date - just some filth involving his throbbing, knotted cock and her swollen, milk-seeping tits, nothing too original - and that was all it took. "Blaque! Wait..." She slowly turned, offering him a reserved expression that said yes? Chewing on his lip in thought, Desmond started to choke again, and she made the image from before a little more lewd, a little bit more intense. He shivered, and then: "Tomorrow, uh... Saturday night..." Blaque casually stepped closer, giggling under her breath. "You want to go see a movie and get something to eat? A... Date?" She leaned down low, rubbing under his chin with a paw, and her response began with a gentle kiss on his nose. "I'd love that, Desmond." The nerdy librarian's cheeks burned with a red blush, and he started to ask "Your phone number?" but Blaque finished for him: "...Is on my library card." Another wink and a very intentional offering of her cleavage, then she stood, turned, and left without another word. Desmond shuddered and collapsed back into his chair, eternally grateful that he spent so much of the day with his lap under a desk.

The next night, Desmond showed up at Blaque's door dressed in a cute, casual way, wearing a buttoned-up T-shirt and blue jeans, his hair loose aside from a single, thick braid that hung over one of his shoulders, and on his face were the glasses he was never seen without. Blaque herself greeted him in a T-shirt of her own, alarmingly low-cut just like the one she'd had on the day before, and her breasts, seemingly more swollen and heavy than the fox remembered, pulled the material tight. On her lower half, she wore jeans not unlike Desmond, and they clutched her long legs and thick hips so tightly that they could've been mistaken for body paint. The fox bit his lip, his purple ears flattening against his skull, his eyes helplessly fixated on the Pokémon's cleavage - drinking up the filthy thoughts that cascaded out of his head, Blaque licked her lips and put a paw on his cheek. "Hey." Blushing, Desmond smiled, looked her in the eyes, and said: "Hi... Um... Ready to go, Blaque?" Smiling back, she locked the door behind herself, locked an arm with the slightly shorter foxcoon, and they walked together down the street, enjoying a cool Spring night. "You look really good tonight," Desmond said with respect heavy on his tone, but to know that he said it while fighting off filthy thoughts about her chest took some of the charm away from it for Blaque - though she took his fantasies as a compliment in their own right. Giggling in a way easily passed off as bashfulness, Blaque kissed his cheek and purred to him. "Aw, thank you. You're so sweet, you know, asking me out on a date like this. I always wondered if you liked me or not, the way you always... Looked at me, but never said anything." The tod's ears perked, and an incriminating expression wormed its' way across his face, dissolving his friendly smile. "Aha... Looked...? I've never looked at you," he mumbled, glancing away from her. "I mean, not like... Like, look looked, you know?" Blaque covered her muzzle with her free paw, stifling a riotous giggle. He's so cute... I love the shy ones... They turn out to be the biggest perverts.

"Never looked at me...? Not even once?" she cooed to him, the edges of her muzzle twisting up into a grin. "You should've told me you liked boys instead, Dez, I'm not prejudiced." Absolutely flustered in the blink of an eye, Desmond snapped his head over to look her in the eyes, about to mumble his way through the defense of his heterosexuality, but she winked and blew him a kiss that disarmed him. "I... Oh... Heh, you..." Desmond uneasily chuckled, playing it off, but Blaque knew, deep down, just how adorably awkward he felt, and how it occurred to him to tell her just what kind of things he'd do to her to prove his sexuality. Too bad I already know... After a few minutes of walking in silence, they came up to the movie theater, and together, they looked over the posters outside. On a whim now and again, Blaque would suggest something like a lame romantic comedy, and Desmond would affably agree to see it if she wanted to, but inside, he was dying to bitch and moan about just how awful those movies were, a sentiment she tended to agree with, but tormenting him in such benign ways was just too much fun. She didn't feel a single pang of guilt using his own thoughts against him just for the sake of trying his patience - perhaps a trait of her cold-hearted Mewtwo half - but as far as she was concerned, he'd get the reward of a lifetime for putting up with her. "Hm... I just can't decide what to pick," Blaque conceded, rubbing her chin thoughtfully, folding her other arm over her breasts, purposefully squeezing them, just managing to stifle a tiny shiver brought on by her tender, swollen flesh. Blaque had a unique physiology - from simple arousal, estrus, or through a conscious abuse of her own powers, her breasts would expand and swell with creamy milk. On that particular night, Blaque was so aroused by the idea of finally fucking the cute little librarian she'd always had eyes for that her breasts were swollen a cup size or three past usual, making herself even more of a treat for him. Of course, she hoped she might keep the little twink around as a fuckbuddy, especially for when she finally entered heat again, for the daily milking she required then was a chore alone, but a very fun activity with a friend.

Blaque's subtle presentation wasn't lost on Desmond, but he kept his cool, however cool a nerdy librarian could be. "How's about, uh... This?" he offered, pointing to a poster. Zombie Wasteland III - Gore From The Heavens... Ooh, that sounds pretty cool. "Hmm... I dunno, that's kinda violent," Blaque said with carefully fabricated unease in her voice, and she offered Desmond a pitiful look. "Aw... Come on... It's just a movie, besides... You'll be sitting with me," Desmond said, treating her to a cute, charming smile. After a moment to consider it, Blaque sighed and nodded her head. "Okay, but if I get nightmares from this, I'm gonna keep you up all night!" she warned him, wagging a finger at him. Of course, she intended to keep him up all night for one reason or another... In the theater, Desmond was very much a proper gentleman, not letting Blaque pay for a single thing, but buying her whatever candy she wanted, not to mention a bowl of popcorn almost as big as his own torso. Standing at the counter, she smiled and idly stroked his head, reveling in the thoughts of those around her, stifling tiny giggles at some of them. Look at that fox, what a fag, but he got a girl stacked like that? was one of the more amusing ones. Even better, at the sight of liquid butter saturating the freshly-popped popcorn, Desmond was thinking of something similarly warm, gooey, and salty running down between her breasts, oozing into her cleavage, but his fantasy didn't stop there. When the warm, tight space between her boobs was thoroughly sullied by his jism, he imagined dragging his own tongue through that deep canyon of soft, pliable flesh, and-- "...Dude, sir? Your change?" asked the teenaged mutt-dog behind the counter, waving a few crinkled dollar bills at the foxcoon. "Um... Uh... Thanks," Desmond mumbled, stuffing the money into his pocket before sheepishly turning to Blaque, looking her in the eyes; she just smiled and nodded towards the theater door. "C'mon."

During the movie, Blaque was truly amazed by Desmond's attention span and the sheer strength of his will; for at least ten minutes after the opening credits and the first gruesome zombie attack, Desmond didn't think about Blaque and her assets one bit. But, no matter how timid and respectful he was, Desmond was still a man, and Blaque acknowledged the return of his dirty thoughts with a smirk. Though she wanted to encourage him, simply injecting filth into his consciousness was too simple, but a plan came to her quickly. She held the tub of popcorn, though she freely shared it with Desmond, whose eyes were fixed on the screen, even if his thoughts weren't completely with the film. And so, she raised the tub a little bit more every time his paw crept over, soon hugging it against her bosom. As the tod reached for it again, she lowered it safely into her lap, and his buttery paw disappeared into the depths of her cleavage. For an unremarkable two seconds, it stayed exactly where it was, and she even felt him feel around in a half-hearted attempt to get a fistful of popcorn, but he quickly pulled his paw free, clutched his wrist as though his arm were possessed and he had to restrain it, and shrunk into his seat, flattening his ears. Pressing a paw against her lips, Blaque snorted and giggled, but ultimately, she regained her composure and nuzzled against the side of his head, purring. "I bet you're gonna tell me that was an accident, huh?" she whispered into his ear, in return getting no verbal reply, but his trembling body and racing thoughts definitely suggested that he assumed their date had swiftly ended.

"Dez... If the only reason you asked me out was to try to touch my boobs," Blaque hissed into his ear, watching with delight at the way he flinched and tensed, "...you should have just asked." Her words hadn't even registered in the tod's brain, something she was aware of, but she pushed her lips against his in a hot, heavy kiss. Immediately, she forced her tongue into his muzzle, and in an almost involuntary way, Desmond wrapped his arms around her neck, squeezing her close to him. She found it cute the way Desmond worried that their noisy, lewd kissing might get them in trouble, especially considering that they were among a dozen or so young couples doing precisely the same thing, but as endearing as it was when he was afraid, she wanted his thoughts elsewhere. Freely abusing her powers, Blaque easily held dominion over Desmond's comparatively simple mind, removing all fears and inhibitions, injecting raw perversion and lust in their place. The nerdy librarian changed like night and day, reaching around into the Mewtwo's shirt, choosing the unusual approach of going through the low-cut gap rather than attacking from below. With complete abandon, he rubbed and kneaded the smooth, furred flesh of her enormously swollen boobs, not yet aware of her milk, but that would come later on. Blaque shuddered and moaned her approval into the twink's maw, breaking off her link with him, having already corrupted him enough; she didn't want to remote-control the twink, because the true fun was in the sheer unpredictability of such a horny boy with all his fears stripped from him.

Soon, Desmond's soft paws found the Mewtwo's swollen, stiffened nipples, and he rubbed his smooth pads into them, squeezing with his fingers, groping them into his palms, savoring the feel of the stiffened bumps around her nipples, reading her chest like perverted braille. Blaque broke the kiss to whimper and cry out to him, tossing her head back, her own paws resting upon his shoulders. "Oooh...!! Dez, yeah! Harder!" she yowled, pushing her bosom into his paws, caring not one bit that she had swiftly drawn all attention in the theater to her and Desmond - a small wonder that it was more interesting than the movie. Desmond stood, freeing his paws from Blaque's shirt, not yet realizing what the sticky moisture between his fingers was. She licked her lips and stood with him, leading him into the aisle, where she pounced and pinned him to the floor, her hips grinding cruelly into his own, her exaggerated cleavage shoved into his face. Desmond lapped upon the exposed flesh of her breasts, but his paws came to rest on her thick behind, upon which he groped and squeezed with erotic delight. Growling down to Desmond in a very un-feline manner, she sat up and yanked her shirt up and off, her tits jiggling as they settled down into the unbiased grip of gravity. Again, she leaned down, pushing them into his face, but this time, she pushed upon them from the sides and beneath, grinning at the way he fervently nuzzled into the warmth and made full use of his long tongue. "Desmond," Blaque panted, biting her lip, rubbing with all her weight against his hips, her heated cunt growing so wet that the fluids seeped through her own pants and into Desmond's, warming his loins in an unspeakably intimate way. "Fuck me, Dez," Blaque purred, briefly leaning close enough to kiss his lips, something she did with reserved passion and a minimum of tongue. "Right here, in front of all these people... Nail me, you cute little bookworm."

Desmond grunted and blushed, and with primal strength Blaque's influence had unlocked, he rolled her over and pinned her. Lying over her in classic push-up form, he rubbed the tented crotch of his blue jeans between her legs, roughly assaulting the denim grin of her cameltoe with his erection. "Mmm, yes! Mrowr, you're such a cute little stud, Dez! And more of a tease than I'd ever imagined..." Desmond licked his hips, huffing to Blaque, panting sharply. At the rate things were going, he thought he might blow a load into his pants before he ever saw her cunt, and even a shy creature like Desmond knew that just wouldn't do. "I wanna fuck you... Oh, god, I need to fuck you so bad, Blaque," Desmond grunted, moving to kneel between her thick legs, frantically unzipping and unbuttoning his jeans, kicking them and his briefs away as quickly as he could. Then, he reached for her own zipper and button, undoing her pants just as eagerly, sliding them down around her knees, finding no panties beneath them, only a saturated, drooling pussy, the musk of which slapped him in the face like a wet hand. "Christ, that musk," the tod rasped, his throat tightening in sexual anxiety. "I need to taste that," Desmond whispered, seemingly to himself. As he leaned low, Blaque wrapped her prehensile tail loosely around his neck, looking upon his face with a lewd grin. "Trade you." Desmond grinned back, but before he complied, he clutched her swollen mound, squeezing tight upon her tender flesh, licking his lips at the drawn-out sound of her moan and the wet dream sensation of hot pussy flesh against his tender pads. "Hot as an oven in there, goddamn..." Desmond shuddered, briefly sinking a finger inside. "Ah! Oh, come on... Get that cock of yours where I can suck it, foxy," Blaque whined, tugging on the tod's neck again. Desmond paused only to suck the juices from his finger, something that coaxed a deep, full-body shudder from him, then he finally stood and turned to straddle her head.

Planting his knees on either side of the beautiful Mewtwo's prone head, Desmond lowered his groin to rest upon her muzzle, something he never would have thought of doing to a lady, especially on the first date, but Blaque didn't like to be called a lady. Nuzzling into the fuzzy warmth of his scrotum, she breathed in his scent, and at the same time, Desmond slowly dragged his tongue along the lips of her snatch, starting at her clit, licking all the way down until he was halfway to her tail hole. Blaque shivered, and decided to give the cute little nerd a pleasure most women wouldn't even consider, not that she was even remotely like most other women. Beneath his balls, she dragged her own tongue across his quivering, pink pucker, drawing deep moans out of the fox. Shuddering in arousal beyond comprehension, Desmond parted the Mewtwo's cunt lips with his soft fingers and forced his tongue deep inside of her pink warmth, slurping haphazardly along the massaging muscles of her tender walls. Blaque huffed and shivered, then licked a second and third time across the tod's tight entrance, dragging her tongue from the edge of his taint to his tail base each time. On her bosom, she felt the twink's unattended shaft throbbing, coating her breasts with a modest layer of precum, but no matter how much she enjoyed feeling his sticky juices there, she wanted to sample the tod's taste. Clutching his hips, she pushed upon them, lifting her young lover just enough that she could squirm beneath, and take in, his dangling shaft - something she did as soon as she had the opportunity.

As contently as ever, Desmond slurped hungrily with his long, smooth tongue, driving himself crazy from the taste and scent of the fine Mewtwo's swollen cooch. In much the same way, Blaque couldn't get enough of the vulpine's cock once she had it in her maw. Letting the knot press against her lips, she sucked and bobbed, kneading his ass cheeks in a playful grip, gulping down his precum as quickly as it came, not wasting a single drop of that bitter-salty natural lubricant. Desmond's soft, smooth paws stroked up and down the length of Blaque's thick thighs, groping when the urge struck him, but by and large, the fox was quite relaxed, focusing only on Blaque's pleasure, though she was not so selfless. Despite loving the feel of the foxcoon's shaft past her lips, Blaque wanted more and more from him. With her mouth full, she chose to mentally persuade the twink, again reaching into his sexually overloaded brain, giving him more than a few suggestions about just what to try next. A testament to her powers, Desmond abruptly pulled up and off of the Mewtwo, then stood; Blaque grunted as she moved up to her knees, having forgotten just how much extra weight her chest could be when she aroused. Then, she stood, slid out of her jeans entirely, and squatted down, leaving her at just the perfect height for what Desmond was no-doubt craving. Grinning in a savagely aroused way, Desmond stepped close to the Pokémon, immediately forcing his knotted penis between her swollen, leaking breasts; as he grunted from the feel of her soft fur and warm flesh against his pink shaft, Blaque's entire body trembled with a deeply aroused moan. Rewarding Desmond for the aggression she'd coaxed from him, Blaque squeezed her breasts together and licked her lips, gazing up into the twink's eyes. "C'mon, Dez, I know how bad you've been wanting these," she purred with a sultry flair, groping her endowment, forcing milk to squirt from her purple, engorged nipples in a shameless display.

"Ooh, yeah... You have no idea," Desmond grunted, bracing his paws upon her shoulders. For a librarian, Desmond harbored a voraciously hungry sexual appetite. Immediately, he began fucking the Mewtwo's boobs so hard and so fast that his hips were almost a blur, especially in the low light of the theater, and his punishing pounding left her bosom jiggling in a way all the male spectators appreciated. The entire theater was filled with sounds of violence and carnage, with zombie gore taking up a whole wall of the enormous room, but all eyes were on Desmond and Blaque, and all those formerly watching the movie had moved close enough to watch intently. Couples on dates idly molested one another at the sight of them. Lonesome men anywhere from eighteen to thirty-something were at various points of pleasing themselves; some attempted to covertly rub their erections, but others freely masturbated to the unusual exhibitionists. Blaque loved to feel their eyes on her and to be able to hear their thoughts; even as Desmond ruthlessly fucked her cleavage, she participated in the fantasies of every single man and woman in the theater, having, for all intents and purposes, a psychic orgy. "Ooh...! Ah, you're so good... You're so good!" she cried out, but to say it was exclusively praise for the twink fox was a lie. "I know I am," Desmond panted nonetheless, licking his lips, his sexual heroics undoing every careful second of grooming placed upon his hair, leaving locks of it hanging in his bespectacled eyes, though he could see his two round, swollen targets clearly. "I'm so fucking good," he gasped, "I love your tits so much, I've wanted to screw them like this since you first walked into the library!"

Blaque leaned into Desmond's impassioned pounding, balancing herself with her prehensile tail, clutching her soft, swollen, oozing breasts in her paws. With expertise practiced upon many happy men, the Mewtwo indulged Desmond, keeping her smooth, black breasts tight against his member, leaving her cleavage, quite simply, as the tightest thing the sissy fox had ever fucked. She glanced upwards, taking in his intense expression - eyes shut tight behind glasses that sloppily hung halfway off his face, his jowls screwed up to bear snarling, glistening teeth - and she was genuinely shocked to see the cute tod had such a menacing oh-face. Even more impressive, Blaque realized, was that she hadn't really changed the fox in any way; she only brought that sexual rage to the surface and removed his inhibitions like a cheap wine. To think that such a wonderfully savage fuck was resting behind those cute glasses and well-groomed hair all along...

"Ooh, yeah, Dez," Blaque panted, goading Desmond into exactly what she wanted with no psychic influence whatsoever, "you're so hot, sweetie! Cum for me, blow a nice, thick load for me, you know how bad you wanna give me a nasty pearl necklace!" Biting down on his lip so tightly that he drew a bead of blood, Desmond tightened his grip on the Mewtwo's shoulders and felt the onset of his climax, as if on command. "F-fuck, Blaque," he whined, arching his back, pointing his muzzle sky-high as if to deliver a howl, but none came. In place of it was a deep shudder, one that shook his entire body, accompanied by a mighty climax for such a small creature. Hilted and knotted between the Pokémon's tits, Desmond quite thoroughly sullied her cleavage and even gave her a passable pearl necklace, but Blaque was not entirely satisfied. After several ropes of his semen had made an admirable mess in the hot, humid confines between her breasts and above them, she unhanded her breasts, gripped the twink's shaft, and engulfed it in the sweltering heat of her maw, catching him in the midst of his continued ejaculation in such a way that she was left with a contrasting, white streak on her cheek. Desmond shot only once more, but Blaque was satisfied with her taste test, and she rewarded the tod's vigorous fucking with slow, relaxed bobbing and sucking to welcome him into his afterglow, which he entered with a happy sigh. Resting a paw on the back of her head, Desmond smiled down at the Mewtwo, and she smiled back - as best as she could around his knotted penis, at least.

Absently, Desmond smoothed back his hair with his unused paw, then glanced sheepishly around at the crowd he and his date had attracted. The cute librarian was firmly back in control, having restrained the rabid sex offender inside of him. "Ehe," he giggled with an unspeakably cute bashfulness, "sorry we interrupted the movie, everybody..." From a few of the men came compliments; one couple even remarked that they were more interesting than a zombie movie. Blaque slowly pulled her muzzle off of the twink's shaft, gracing the tip with a soft kiss when she was finished. "Who knew my cute little librarian foxy could be such a stud if he wanted to?" she mrowled, nuzzling into his sack and inner thighs, a teasing purr rumbling in her chest. Beneath, her cunt dripped in a truly incessant way - and one of the lonesome men gathered nearby, a handsome hyena clutching his cock, had certainly noticed it. "Hey foxcoon, if you're not gonna fuck her pussy, I will," he grinned, licking his lips and winking at Blaque. She refused to lie to herself; by no means would she have minded that cute hyena hammering away between her legs, but she was Desmond's girl that night... Though she hoped it would be more than a single date between the two of them. Blushing, clearly uncomfortable put on the spot, Desmond did his best to laugh it off, but Blaque wrapped her arms around his legs, giving him a verbal push. "Aw, I let you shoot all over my boobs, but you won't fuck me?"

"Well I... Fine!" Desmond blurted out, pulling away from the Mewtwo's arms. "Mmh, c'mon, lay back for me, Blaque," he whispered, putting his paws upon her shoulders again, but Blaque had finished playing nice - Desmond had gotten off, and it was his turn to be a good, accommodating bitch. With strength well beyond the fox's, augmented by psychic powers that could easily be deadly if she so desired, Blaque pinned him upon his back, straddled his slender hips with her own, and slammed her dampened snatch down upon his still-swollen member so hard that her cunt swallowed it up, knot and all, in one glorious, wet slurp. Immediately, he cried out, his paws coming to rest upon her hips. Blaque tossed her head back and hissed at the feeling of such a hard knot so suddenly spreading her needy, engorged pussy apart, and she started to bounce, putting her strong, long legs to work. She put her paws down on either side of his head, throwing the weight of her wide hips into every slam of her hips. Beneath her, Desmond howled and groaned, squirting his sticky pre into the already well-moistened passage of the Mewtwo's pussy, adding infinitesimally to the gushing juices that squirted out around his cock and left his hips, balls, and thighs completely saturated.

Having had the fox fuck her tender boobs so recently, Blaque already felt close to a climax, but she intended to make it truly spectacular. Huffing heavily upon Desmond's face, the beautiful hybrid closed her eyes and simply bounced with all her strength and weight, the speed and roughness of which left her breasts bouncing and jiggling in every cardinal direction, and a few others, too. Blaque was almost certain she could hear the milk sloshing inside her, and though it put her in some pain to have her astonishingly heavy, engorged breasts bouncing like so, she couldn't resist hearing the men around her as they fanaticized over her endowment, though none was more appreciative of the show than Desmond. Despite panting and whimpering, what pain he got from Blaque's heavy hips and her soaked cunt repeatedly swallowing up his post-orgasm knot only added to his pleasure, ramping him up to that sexual ecstasy which Blaque herself was headed towards. She hissed and yowled incredibly filthy nothings to Desmond, and only Desmond, but they were heard by all. Answering her calls for intimacy, the twink's soft paws reached up and, with supreme reverence that hailed from his shy, nerdy side, he caressed and groped her bosoms, coaxing impassioned cries from the Mewtwo that cut the air and drowned out the gore of the movie. "Dez, Desmond, D-Dez! Fuck!" Blaque mrowled, so suddenly lifting the twink's torso, squeezing him close and between her tits, desiring only closeness and affection from the fox as she completely engulfed the fleshy, veiny fist of his knot, pressing down so hard that her puffy mound came to rest against his balls, warming them with its' moist heat. Squeezing around his back with all her strength, she buried Desmond's snout in her sullied cleavage and came upon his member with a passionate squeal of pleasure, but it tapered off into a purr, a noise of complete bliss and affection. The Mewtwo pulled Desmond free of her cleavage, after which he gasped. Satisfied at last, she kissed his lips and treated him to a purr. There, in the middle of the movie theater, surrounded by voyeurs, she had never felt quite as close to anyone but that cute fox.

With not a single word, Blaque released Desmond from her grip, but as the fox tried to lie back, she stopped him. He bore an awkward smile and tilted his head in a confused puppy sort of way, but she was patient. "One more thing," whispered the Mewtwo, holding the back of Desmond's head with both paws. Her height over him and their position saw him at the perfect level for what she wanted; she pushed his lips against one of her nipples, and upon closer inspection, the twink realized that, running down her breasts like tears on a sad face, were dried streams of milk. Under different circumstances, Desmond might have blushed or at least said something cute, but the night been strange enough to free him of such modesty. With curiosity apparent in his actions, he wrapped his lips around the stiffened, mauve nub of flesh, noticing immediately how natural a fit her large, puffy nipple was for his adult muzzle. Blaque licked her lips, stroking down through her nerdy date's long hair, smoothing it back into some semblance of groomed as he treated her to his first tentative suckles, but when the milk came, his eyes drifted closed while a sensation of affection and comfort washed him clean of all anxiety, and despite the outward lewdness of the act, Blaque found few ways to be closer to somebody she cared for. A benign, happy smile split her muzzle, and she wrapped her arms around his back, finding herself overtaken with compulsive maternal instincts and desires, though she was hardly imprinting on Desmond in some creepy, incestual fashion. In his mind, she found only a deep romantic desire towards herself, one that she found herself returning. It certainly wouldn't be their last date...

Blaque glanced around at the small crowd, then smiled impishly. "Okay, be honest," she asked, "how many of you really cared how the movie ended?"