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Lars was a Pokemon trainer, but he knew that he wasn't a very good one. All four Pokeballs on his belt housed his exhausted Pokemon. The day's attempts to train them led only to frustration and self-doubt.

Dour-faced and tired, the plated brown raptor climbed a felled tree trunk and stepped off into a slightly higher and less wooded area. Leaves and twigs crunched under his clawed feet as he walked along and searched for something to train his battered Pokemon with. The raptor was far from subtle, and as he trudged through the undergrowth, he scared off bird, rodent, and insect Pokemon in droves. For the best part of an hour, Lars tried to confront another creature to do battle with. Nothing would humor him.

The raptor paused and relieved himself on some wildflowers. Defiling something pretty helped him to smile. As he shook off, he unintentionally wetted his fingers with urine. With nobody around to see it, Lars licked his fingers clean and his smile turned lewd. A bit of self-indulgence made him feel better. He decided to head out of the woods and find a Pokemon Center.

In his attempt to go back the way he came, Lars made a number of wrong turns. He ended up near the sound of a creek, and this caught his interest. He was very sweaty and now that he heard splashing water, he realized that he was thirsty. He followed the noise and licked his lips.

The creek came into view. Lars followed it up to its basin, which was fed by a small waterfall. The cool mist enticed the hot raptor. He ran up, dunked his head into the basin, then drank his fill of cool, clean water. When he pulled his head up, he sighed. Then he realized a Pokemon was standing across from him.

It was a particularly large, quadrupedal Pokemon. Lars wasn't familiar with all their names, but this beast was a Sawsbuck, a six foot tall elk-like Pokemon with a breathtaking rack covered in blooming flowers and a skeptical look in its eye.

Lars smiled thinly as he stood. He backed away, held up his hands and splayed his fingers. "I'm not interested in getting gored, I'm going away," he nervously and softly said.

But the Pokemon let fly a little snort, then it bounded across the gap of the basin with pathetic ease. It circled around Lars before coming up close and sniffing him. It began at his leg and moved up. In particular it smelled his crotch and once bumped its nose into the material of his shorts. It sniffed higher up and ended its appraisal at his own snout.

"Uh," Lars blurted, "hello."

The Pokemon brayed slightly and wriggled its tail. The Sawsbuck's face remained quite intense but something had softened in the eyes. It brushed up against Lars broadside, rubbing its flank on him.

Lars warily petted the Pokemon and was rewarded with another gentle bray. It pushed into his hands and he smiled. "You're pretty friendly."

An intoxicating scent occurred to the raptor. At first he thought it was merely the deer's smell, but there was more to it than that. What stuck out to his nose was unmistakably musk, and specifically of a female variety. With his tender olfactory senses and a related taste for smelling his partners, Lars was susceptible to the musk and he found himself smiling broadly. "You smell," he murmured, "like you're in heat."

Seemingly understanding the words and as if to concur, the Sawsbuck turned so its rear faced Lars. The Pokemon's tail obscured no part of its anatomy. Clearly there for the taking was a wet pussy, subtly pink between thick brown lips like those of a mare, complete with an engorged and winking clitoris. Above, puckered snugly with a hint of pink too, was the creature's anus. Both orifices were very inviting and though Lars had never once committed bestiality with a Pokemon, he couldn't resist such a needful girl. He shoved his rough snout against her box and snuffled her deeply then lapped from her clit to the base of her tail. She brayed and pushed her rear back against him. Lars shuddered and tented his shorts almost at once.

"Gosh, that smell," Lars uttered against her muff. He reached down and tweaked his cock through his shorts, but he couldn't distract himself from the Pokemon for long. He started to lap, again beginning at her clit, but this time he stopped at her puffy anus and suckled upon it while simultaneously digging his tongue in.

The Sawsbuck made a bray Lars heard as lurid, and her rear legs crept apart. The tuft of her tail wiggled above the raptor's nose and her asshole was snug but accommodating Lars dragged his slobbery tongue out of her long enough to draw a full breath. He then nosed the pucker, but promptly directed his attention immediately downward. He sucked and slathered the folds of her cunt with an eagerness impossible to fake. The raptor was completely stricken by her feminine smell and the flawless shape of her vulva.

Juices ran from the deer's cunt to drizzle Lars' chin, soaking also the neck of his shirt where his sweat already made a ring. She panted heavily, made her lewd sounds often, and ground her loins back against Lars' hungry chops.

"Ah, you taste great," Lars crooned. He realized then that his legs were shaking and he was leaning into her with his face. He knelt before he could fall over, and in doing so put his face slightly below her snatch. As he tilted his head back and sucked the thick nub of her clitoris, Lars realized the worshipfulness which the position implied. He slid his trembling hands down the backs of her muscular hind legs and when he felt he had stroked lowly enough, he reached up and tweaked the bumps of her teats. She whined at this touch and Lars began kneading and pinching the nipples. Watery milk oozed from them.

The raptor considered a drink from her teats but he couldn't drag himself away from her hind end. Every facet of her musk and muff demanded respect and attention, and Lars gave all he had of both. But the more she ground back against his rough snout, Lars realized that she needed something inside of her to truly get the pleasure she needed. He reached down and groped the bulge of his erection, then moaned into her snatch as a result. Though he longed to fuck the Sawsbuck, Lars only continued to suck and slobber. He had the distinct thought that when he did mount the Pokemon, he wouldn't last long at all.

Of course, the Pokemon was happy with Lars' tongue and lips, and this manifested in a whimpering bray followed by outright incontinence. Her hind legs briefly quaked, then she pissed on the raptor's face. It splashed across his snout and gushed into his maw, coating his tongue with liquid musk exponentially more intoxicating than the mere smell of her cunt.

Fortunately for the Sawsbuck, Lars was a deviant creature. When the initial shock passed, he started to guzzle down her piss. There was no shortage of it and the Pokemon made no attempt to stem the tide. Lars drank right from the tap, though he caught only roughly half of the torrent. Lars' clothing was utterly soaked down the front.

The stream was powerful and impossible to hold back, and therefore passed quickly. By the time she was through evacuating, the Sawsbuck looked back at Lars with a blatantly shameful expression, but the raptor was far from upset. In fact, he continued lapping at her dripping and winking vulva, and he quickly pulled down his wet shorts to bare his erection. He gave it a few pumps and felt a great twinge of pleasure. He knew then that nothing but fucking the doe would do.

Lars stood up on shaky legs, bracing himself on the stout Pokemon's hips for support. He wasn't tall enough to mount her like so and she realized this as well; but when the raptor stood up on a smooth rock, she backed up to him obligingly and wiggled the tuft of her tail.

A grin spread across Lars' snout. He shoved his shorts all the way down and exposed his scrotum too. His penis was uncircumcised and quite thick, the glans pink but the rest a gradient of browns like his body. He pressed his blunt tip to her folds and sighed sharply. "I bet you're gonna feel as good as you taste," he smiled.

Lars pushed forward and entered her with little finesse. He groaned and the doe brayed pleasurably, bucking back at the same time. Lars therefore bottomed out fast and hard and he fell over her with a gasp. Already he could feel his meat tingling with the promise of release. Her snatch was incredibly wet within and those lovely pink walls massaged him like nothing he had ever felt before. He started to fuck her as harshly as was possible, knowing she could take it and that nothing else would satisfy her.

In spite of moaning and gasping, Lars was virtually unheard under the braying and grunting of the needful doe. She met Lars' bucks often by shoving her ass back into him. The wet smacks and sucks of so much damp flesh engaging and disengaging again and again was hidden too under the Sawsbuck's mating cries.

The dinosaur stared down at the action. He was delighted to watch his meat disappear into her. Witnessing the penetration saw him crave something even more forbidden: the Sawsbuck's winking anus. With a wry grin and as he drew his tongue over his lips to taste what piss of hers lingered, Lars plucked his aching meat out of the Pokemon's cunt and pushed it against her puckered anal entrance. The entry was easy. Leftover saliva in her ass and a coating of vaginal juices on his penis left him slick.

A sharp cry of shock and pain escaped the Sawsbuck as Lars entered her ass but the passion demanded she allow it. It felt wonderful regardless, and her release had become a foregone conclusion from the moment she pissed on Lars. She pushed her rear back and therefore goaded the raptor.

Lars held the Sawsbuck by the hips and rammed into her ass with all his strength. Her rectal walls were not quite as inviting as those of her cunt but the taboo provided most of the pleasure. By then he, like the doe, was past the point of no return. He thrust into her again and again, smacking his full balls against her vulva and moaning as the pleasure ran high. He looked down again to see her delectable pucker swallowing his cock up again and again. A crude smirk spread across his face. "This is so much better," he shuddered, "than training Pokemon...!"

More brays and grunts escaped the Sawsbuck. She pushed back and nearly bowled Lars off of the rock. He fell against her and lay briefly across her back before picking himself up and resuming in spite of how shaky his legs were. The pleasure ran high and his balls started to draw up tight. He expected to beat the Pokemon to an orgasm but she startled him again; she let loose with her mightiest bray yet then came with astonishing force. The muscles of her anal passage gripped him like a vise and halted his movements. She squirted against his balls, coating them in sticky honey distinct from her earlier piss.

The raptor grimaced, huffing through his nostrils and clenching his teeth. He fell against the Sawsbuck and gasped in overwhelming pleasure. He simply could not hold off despite being unable to move within her snug ass; he was cumming. His shaft erupted into her, shooting a thick load of chilled semen deep into her ass. The Pokemon rumbled quietly in her afterglow and gently pushed back against Lars, then more as a formality than anything purposeful.

After a few moments to enjoy his climax and to reflect on what he had done, the piss-soaked raptor sheepishly hugged the doe's back and sighed. "Wish I could catch you. I'd love to keep you around."

The Pokemon looked back at Lars with a bit of difficulty. She could only regard him from the corner of her eye, but there was a distinct smirk on her face. Lars could only guess at what it meant, but sure enough, when he came back to the basin a month later, she crept up to him and greeted him with a lick.