Lucario, Dawn, and Cynthia, as requested by anonymous
by Writefuck
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Pokeflix and chill at Caitlyn's villa gradually morphed into a solid hour of heavy petting and kissing between Dawn and Cynthia. By the fifth episode of The Adventures of Lentimas Jones, they had abandoned any sense that they were watching TV together. Cynthia's coat lied crumpled on the floor beside the couch, and the thin material of the black top she wore underneath left little to the imagination. Cynthia's hand refused to come out from underneath Dawn's short skirt, and Dawn had groped the woman's breasts so much that her bra was beginning to chafe. The room smelled like sex already, but neither seemed ready to make the first truly serious move. Despite both Dawn and Cynthia being horny enough to fuck each other's brains out, both were waiting for the other one to start it.

After a particularly long and breathless kiss, Dawn finally posed the question. “When are you gonna fuck me?”

Cynthia blushed, suddenly embarrassed that the younger girl was being so foreward with her. The twinkle in Dawn's eyes seemed to practically beg her to dive underneath the girl's skirt and start going to town on her, but Cynthia's romantic experience was far more limited than she was willing to admit. She was only really confident in doing what she'd tried on herself in the privacy of her own bedroom. She'd read plenty about what other things she could do with her mouth, but that was hardly the same as actual experience.

“Are you... ready?” Cynthia asked, stalling for time. She tried to affect an air of cockiness and confidence, putting on the same “game face” she usually reserved for high-stakes pokemon battles. But Dawn didn't buy it.

“You're blushing,” Dawn said. “Oh my gosh, you're nervous, aren't you?”

“Me? Nervous?” Cynthia balked. “Never.”

“Have you ever done it with a girl before?” Dawn inquired, the quirky and inquisitive look on her face making Cynthia's heart skip another beat. Her eyes were still twinkling, like they were reflecting some faraway starlight.

“I have,” Cynthia insisted, hoping her voice wouldn't crack. “When... I was younger. And my partner was more experienced than I was. I did sort of... let her do all the work.”

“Who was it??” Dawn asked.

“Oh, no one you know,” Cynthia said, hoping to change the subject. “I've never really felt the need to define myself as bisexual. But most of my, ah, intimate experience... is with men. Not with girls.”

“So you don't even really know how to do it if there isn't a penis involved.” The way Dawn said it, it was less as much a statement as it was a question. Dawn almost seemed to be judging her.

“Excuse me, Dawn, but you don't have anything down there that I'm not already intimately familiar with. And I certainly know how my own parts work.”

Dawn smiled, like she was trying to relieve some of Cynthia's self-consciousness. She leaned in for another kiss, but Cynthia stopped her.

“Hey, I have an idea,” Cynthia said, lowering her eyebrows in another cocky affectation. “If you're willing to try something a little unusual, I promise it'll leave your head spinning and your ladyparts drenched.”

Now it was Dawn's turn to blush. “What's the idea?”

Cynthia leaned over the side of the couch, fishing for the spot where she had dropped her coat, and fumbled for a poke ball in one of her pockets. She found the luxury ball she was looking for and held it up for Dawn to see, a sultry expression on her face.

“Are you suggesting...?” Dawn began, putting together Cynthia's idea almost immediately. “Surely not Garchomp. It would never fit, and... there's the rough skin thing...”

“Oh, no dear,” Cynthia said. “Garchomp is a lady. This one is Lucario.”

“Lucario-!” Dawn yelped, her eyes widening. “Don't they have a...” her voice fell to a whisper.

“...a knot?” Cynthia offered.

“Yeah,” Dawn said, sounding equal parts frightened and intrigued.

“It's not painful,” Cynthia reassured her, answering the implied second question. “The only thing to watch out for is that spike in Lucario's chest. If he leans too far over too quickly, it'll poke you right between the shoulder blades.”

“How... do you know about that?” Dawn asked. Cynthia answered her with a smug smile and a mild blush, letting Dawn put the pieces together herself.

“So... what do you say?” Cynthia asked. If Dawn wasn't interested, she was prepared to go down on her and risk making a fool of herself. But to her relief, Dawn's eyes slowly adopted a hungry look, and the girl finally gave her a resolute nod.

“How do we do it?” Dawn asked. “I mean... like, physically, what's the best way to set us up?”

Cynthia rose from the couch, clutching the ball with both hands like she was afraid of dropping and breaking it. “Get onto your knees,” she said, “and kneel facing the couch. Bend over, and rest your upper body on the cushions.”

“Yes ma'am,” Dawn said, repositioning herself as Cynthia had described. The girl's obedience melted Cynthia's heart even further; she couldn't believe how lucky she was to have Dawn's absolute trust like this.

“Go, Lucaio,” Cynthia said, much less aggressively than she would have called during a battle. She tossed the ball to the floor, and the canine pokemon emerged in a dazzle of light.

“Hi Lucario,” Dawn said cheerily, peeking over her shoulder. Her skirt had already ridden up, exposing her privates for the pokemon to see clearly. If Lucario was surprised to see that Dawn wasn't wearing any underwear, he didn't show it.

“Hrruff,” Lucario snorted, immediately smelling the musk of the two trainers who had been fondling each other for so long. He crossed his arms and planted his feet, adopting a posture that suggested mild annoyance.

“Lucario,” Cynthia asked, “I'm sorry to spring this on you so suddenly.” But then her voice dropped into a low, sultry tone like she was trying to seduce him. “Now, would you like to breed this tight, pristine, fertile little pussy in front of you? Wouldn't you like to sheath yourself balls-deep inside of her, swell up till you're nearly full to bursting, and explode inside her like you're marking a bitch as your exclusive breeding slut?”

Dawn had never seen a furred pokemon blush before, but Lucario's reaction couldn't be mistaken for anything else. A single bead of sweat formed near its temple, running down to its snout.

“...I don't hear a no,” Cynthia continued.

Lucario closed his eyes for a moment, as if he was considering his options. But both Cynthia and Dawn could see the fleshy pink tip of something beginning to protrude from the fur around his crotch.

“Whrruff,” Lucario said with a nod, and he took a hesitant step towards Dawn.

“Be gentle, please,” Dawn said. “This is my first time... with a Lucario.”

“Yes, watch the spike” Cynthia said with a sage nod, as if she was reminding Lucario of some past accident. “But apart from that, I've already warmed her up, so you can just go to town on her.”

Being egged on by the two trainers seemed to give Lucario more confidence, and he planed himself behind Dawn's hindquarters. His canine member had rapidly grown and was showing itself prominently, and from her angle Dawn couldn't tell how big it was compared to a human's. The shape was certainly unique, with a more narrow tip and girthier middle.

“For what it's worth,” Cynthia said, “it's more exciting if you don't look at it. But I'll be watching closely, of course.” As she said this, a hand snaked down into her own pants and in between her legs.

“You're so kinky!” Dawn said with a giggle. Then she felt a pair of paws grab her hips, and she followed Cynthia's advice not to look as she felt Lucario's throbbing tip line itself up with her folds. She was already dripping and ready below, having been thoroughly prepped by Cynthia earlier on the couch.

Lucario let out an aggressive grunt as he shoved his hips foreward, jerking his hips into Dawn and spearing her nether regions with a wet sound. Dawn gasped at the sharp intrusion, but it didn't hurt in the slightest. It was like the most slippery and well-lubricated thing imaginable had split her apart and filled her up perfectly. But Lucario wasn't even all the way in yet.

The pokemon began jerking his hips in quick, purposeful movements, the force of his thrusts making the couch creak. Dawn gasped and struggled to keep up, trying not to slide forward or off the couch and ruin Lucario's leverage. Being bent over like this afforded her no control, and the pokemon seemed like it preferred to do all the work, having the human girl simply submit to him and take his cock like an obedient bitch.

“Truly a sight to behold...” Cynthia muttered to herself, standing in awe of the spectacle of Dawn taking Lucario's like some kind of breeding machine. If the room had smelled like sex before, now it was beginning to smell like a full-blown brothel. The debautchery of the whole thing overwhelmed Cynthia's mind with lust and desire, and it was all she could do to try and stay standing as she groped her own breast with one hand and masturbated with the other.

“Aaaahh-! Holy shit!” Dawn screamed, allowing uncharacteristic vulgarities to spew out of her mouth. Lucario was giving her all she could take, pounding her tight hole like it was some kind of punishment. Shockwaves of pleasure went up her spine, making her whole body tremble. Something about the size and shape of the poke-cock was stimulating her in ways she'd never imagined, and it felt like she was being taught a forceful lesson about her own body. A tension was quickly building inside her core, and she knew she wouldn't last much longer.

Lucario bent over Dawn, getting dangerously close to impaling her with the spike on his chest, forcing his hips up into hers and nearly lifting her off the ground with his each thrust. Some animalistic instinct overtook him, and his canine jaw bit gently into the back of Dawn's neck. It didn't hurt, but everyone in the room immediately knew the meaning of the animalistic gesture. I'm claiming this bitch; she now belongs to me.

“Fuck yes, Lucario! Breed her!” Cynthia groaned, a wave of pleasure washing over her. She imagined the pokemon's thick seed pouring inside of Dawn, his aggressive little sperms prowling through her waiting womb, burying themselves into her defenseless eggs and making her into a poke-mommy. It didn't matter if the two of them were compatible in reality, the fantasy burned itself into her mind as she pleasured herself.

“C-c... cumminnnngg!!” Dawn squealed, losing what minuscule amount of composure she had left. Her legs kicked uselessly and her hips shook, and juices squirted out from around the tight seal made by Lucario's cock. She gasped and panted, clearly having lost herself in pleasure, and a moment later her vocalizations were drowned out as Lucario let out a triumphant howl of climax as well.

With the pokemon's cock pushed into the back of Dawn's spasming pussy, the base of it flared up and trapped him inside, as the pokemon came as well. A torrent of hot, pearly cum squirted out into Dawn's slick little hole, but now the two of them were sealed together, and not a single drop could escape from inside. Dawn gasped and writhed as Lucario still uselessly bucked his hips, a second wave hitting the girl as Lucario hit his own peak. It felt like she was being pumped full, stretched out and soiled by the onslaught of canine cum that was pooling inside of her.

After a while, the girl and the pokemon went quiet, panting faintly as both tried to catch their breath and regain their senses. The only sound in the room was the wet rustle of fabric from Cynthia's own ministrations. Even the television had gone quiet, displaying a black screen with text asking if they were still watching.

“Mmnh...” Dawn groaned. “How long are you gonna be stuck like that, Lucario?”

The pokemon made a sound like a scoff, like he was trying to retain some kind of dignity. He tried to pull back from the girl, but Dawn let out a yelp.

“Ouch! Hang on, you're really stuck...”

“Whoof...” Lucario grumbled.

“Wiggle your hips and spread your legs,” Cynthia suggested. “It's not nearly as big as it feels, and you're certainly... lubricated back there.”

After a moment of delicate pulling, Dawn and Lucario were separated. A silvery stream of viscous liquid slowly oozed out of Dawn's soiled slit, and Lucario's expended member was rapidly deflating itself back to its usual hiding spot.

“It's... silver?” Dawn asked, referring to the cum she could see leaking between her legs.

“Yes,” Cynthia said. “Something about the anatomy of steel-type pokemon. I don't understand it, but it's metallic. Don't worry, it's not dangerous. But you might set off metal detectors for a few days.”

Lucario let out an annoyed huff, sounding like he didn't appreciate the two of them discussing his reproductive system so nonchalantly.

“Oh, don't scoff at that,” Cynthia said. “And don't think you get to take a break yet. There's still another bitch for you to breed in here.”

“Caitlyn's going to kill us for making a mess in here,” Dawn said with a laugh.

The End

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Pub: 26 Sep 2024 05:31 UTC

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