Winter was starting to settle in. Snow had blanketed the streets days prior to the run-up to Christmas, and with the festive holiday only a couple of days out, people from Tinder's family were beginning to fly in to celebrate Christmas as a family. They'll hang out on Christmas Day, of course, but it was a tradition of the fox's parents to rotate who hosted a big festive bash-- a large party for all the family, and some friends too, if they prefer. Tinder's house wasn't too big, but his grandparents owned a rather large home just a short drive away; most of the family out of state were staying there and coming over every day. It was nice to see his uncles and aunts, and cousins, who he hadn't seen for at least half a year.

They came in one by one, via several differently-shaped cars-- some large vans to help ease the burden on their larger-than-average Pokémon, and others much smaller thanks to their equally smaller pets and critters. Tinder watched all of them come from the window; his uncle, who had an Electivire, his aunt's Weepingbell, his cousins recently-acquired Poochyena and their older Mightyena sibling, acquired from the same egg clutch...even his grandma's Gardevoir and his granddad's Quaxwell was there. Of course, no one could forget about Vulcan, his parent's Typhlosion-- amongst most Pokémon, his unique stripes were something to be noted, and he was often kind to everyone in the family and was especially good with kids...in Tinder's case, perhaps a bit too much.

It was the second day, just a couple of days away from the 25th, and a party that was likely to run from the mid-afternoon to the evening was in full swing. More of their relatives had come, namely another aunt and her husband, as well as their three children, all with their Pokémon in tow-- a Skiploom, Helioptile and Hoothoot respectively. Not everyone in Tinder's family are trainers, but Pokémon were such an integrated part of society that it was impossible for even kids Tinder's age to not have Pokémon of their own either-- though, when Tinder had been asked, he said he didn't need a Pokémon, that the family Typhlosion was more than enough...and as of recently, there was a very good reason for that.

Both of them knew it as they cast the occasional fleeting glance amidst the party. Tinder played with the other kids around his age, most of them older, and they spent the majority of that time throwing snowballs at each other in the street, around his parent's front yard. They stuck mostly to the sidewalk, not wanting to get in the way of cars or risk getting run over, but Tinder found himself...distracted. During their play, he occasionally looked over toward his home, where Vulcan sat on the porch to watch them protectively, and he could tell from the way the Pokémon was sitting, and from the way their eyes seemed to magically always find each other, that they both wanted to same thing. Tinder was coming into his pubescence, slowly but surely, and the kind of things he'd done with the Pokémon, such forbidden things that he would never dare to talk about with anyone, had spurred it on quite a bit.

It was hard to admit to himself, but he was horny; even as he throws snowballs at his cousins and ducked their assaults, his mind raced with thoughts of his sex with the Typhlosion, and it made his loins stir uncomfortably within the tight confines of his cargo pants and thick winter jacket. He was sure his Typhlosion felt the same way, or at least he assumed that he did; the Pokémon was hard to read unless he was being direct, so he couldn't be entirely sure.

In the middle of the afternoon, after spending a couple of hours lobbing snowballs at each other in the street, Tinder's uncle called the group of them inside for lunch. When Tinder headed in, he was accosted with questions from his other family members about his school. Some of them he hadn't yet spoken to that day, and many of the adults weren't young and spry anymore-- that particular line of questioning was common, especially when he hadn't seen them in a year or more. His parents liked to gush about his good grades and wasted no time in doing so amidst the dizzying cacophony of noise from parents and children alike: the house was practically stuffed with people, making it difficult to not only find a spot to sit, but sometimes even a spot to stand, especially in the kitchen as several adults attempted to make lunch for 15 or more people.

The young fox fielded and answered their questions as best he could-- his studies were going well, no, he didn't have a girlfriend, he didn't want a Pokémon of his own, he hadn't seen any new TV shows, what toys he was playing with...it was an exhausting 'interrogation', and he inevitably found the opportunity to excuse himself to the bathroom before they could ask him any more. He slipped out into the hallway and scooted past his cousins, only to find Vulcan hovering by the bottom of the stairs. They exchanged a glance, and it was surprisingly enough. Tinder ascended up to go to the bathroom, and on all fours, the striped Pokémon followed. The upper floor wasn't nearly as busy as downstairs, and as the 10-year-old dipped through the door of the bathroom, he peeped around the corner and watched as the Typhlosion entered, before he closed the door behind him.

Once upon a time, Tinder would have turned down the Vulcan's advances. He didn't want to get caught, and he had no idea what his parents would think if they found out he was banging the family Pokémon; from all that he'd seen and heard in school, all the lessons he'd been thoroughly taught by his parents and what they said on TV now and again, Poképhilia was considered abhorrent, frowned upon and at worst, illegal, in some cases. To that end, up until one particularly fateful day, he had rejected the Typhlosion at every instance, even though he had initially encouraged such a thing thanks to the crush he had on him. Since then, however, Tinder had learnt that the Typhlosion would take what he wanted if he riled him up too much...and honestly, Tinder found himself becoming more comfortably receptive. In the sterile white light of the bathroom, Tinder turned to Vulcan, and approached him, brushing his hands up and across the mixed navy and cream fur, his fingers sinking into the fluff. The Pokémon's digits, in turn, grabbed at his slender boyish frame and forced them around, the end result being Tinder pushed up against the wall.

"H-Hey, if we go all the way, we might be in trouble," Tinder argued with him, squirming when those feral hands rubbed across his front and down to his waist, claws scraping dangerously against his clothes but thankfully not leaving a mark. "Just a quickie, okay?"

It seemed too simple, at least to him, to just indulge. He was young, 3 years out from being a teenager, and honestly intoxicated with how good sex felt-- maybe the Typhlosion was just a good lover, but in recent weeks he'd found himself craving it more and more. He writhed with clear arousal as the Pokémon pulled at his pants, his hands not dexterous enough to work them down easily in the same way Tinder could, and the fox watched Vulcan's nostrils flare as they took in the scent of his arousal. He snorted, clearly turned on by the attraction, and he pressed himself closer, rubbing himself up against Tinder's body. The fox couldn't help but near in up against him and press his muzzle into his neck-- on two legs, the Pokémon was about a foot taller than him, mostly on account of Tinder being small for his age. The fox's shins brushed awkwardly against the heat of the Vulcan's obvious package, and his hands moved down to his own sides, brushing past those cream hands so that he could tug down his own pants. His heart pounded in his chest as his cock sprung free from the confines of his pants and underwear, the tip of it, smearing lewdly against the soft fur, and he couldn't help but whimper from the sensation.

"Tinder, are you in there?"

He snapped back to reality and instantly yanked his pants back up, wincing as his balls got caught in the still buttoned-up waistline, and he scrambled to tuck himself in as the Pokémon immediately backed off. Tinder caught a glimpse of the growing red tip from the Pokémon's sheath before he swung around, covering his privates as Tinder brushed himself down.

"Y-Yeah?" He called through the door and hesitantly looked over at the Typhlosion, who looked to be doing his best to bury his arousal, facing the shower unit.

"Um...are you almost done? I need to pee." It was one of Tinder's cousins, and the fact he'd been interrupted was frustrating, but he should have expected it. He blew a sigh and reached over to the toilet, pressing the plunger. He hadn't actually used it, nor did he even need to pee in the first place when he'd excused himself-- it was just a good way to get away from everyone. The flushing should be signal enough that he was coming out, and he hesitated by the door, realising that Vulcan was still inside. Would they question it? He couldn't exactly hide him...with a deep breath, he pulled open the door and stepped out.

"Thanks," His cousin, a fox like him, but a taller, slender girl a couple of years older than him, went to step in after him and paused, before she giggled. "Oh, he follows you around too, huh? My Poochyena does that all the time. What did my mom say...something about separating anxiety? Separation...? I don't know."

"R...Right, yeah." Tinder chuckled awkwardly, internally rather relieved. The Typhlosion wordlessly sauntered out after him, deliberately keeping to all fours to hide anything untoward, and the female fox shut the door behind her, leaving the two of them standing out in the hallway, flustered and frustrated.

"...Come on." Tinder urged, padding across the hallway to his bedroom, his one private spot-- surely, no one would bother him in there. He watched with a giddy amusement as the Typhlosion perked up and licked his lips, but neither of them got the chance to indulge.

"Lunch is ready! Come get your grub!" A gruff, more masculine voice called up the stairs, and the thundering footsteps of his cousins as they moved from the hallway downstairs into the kitchen came soon after. Tinder groaned and rolled his head and eyes up, before he looked down apologetically at the Typhlosion before him, whose expression was hard to read...he must be sharing similar frustrations, but it was nobody's fault, really.

Tinder headed downstairs for lunch, enjoying relatively simple sandwiches with everyone else as his cousins got him wrapped up in a conversation about the latest gadgets, random news, cartoons and even talks online about school, drama and things seen on Pokébook, a relatively popular Pokémon-focused social media app. Everyone Tinder's age and up had a phone, some even younger, and the fox was pulled into looking through one of his cousin's feeds as the 15-year-old showed him memes and random threads and drama. Most teenagers wouldn't have been so eager to share, but from what Tinder remembered, he was a bit of a loner at school and only had a couple of friends, despite being friendly. Tinder was kind of the same, and maybe he saw the similarity.

Tinder occasionally looked across the kitchen, in the prime seat to see straight through the kitchen door and into the hallway. Some of the other Pokémon were socialising with others in the same way Tinder was spending time with his family, and he could see Vulcan amongst them. Some of the Pokémon were rubbing up against each other or pretend-playing in the hallway, barking or making noises at each other, and Tinder found himself watching them, his mind dancing with thoughts...some of them tame, some not. He was embarrassed to think about it, but he had other lewd thoughts about other Pokémon, though Vulcan was his main interest by a long shot.

Lunch was over with pretty quickly, more or less. Tinder's attention was occupied for a little while longer as the adults talked, wanting to get his input on this and that, as well as the other kids, before they were finally 'let go' to go and play until dinner time. Whether it was because the adults had anything to talk about or not, Tinder couldn't say; frankly, his attention was elsewhere, and he was too young to even think about it.

"Do you want to go play outside?" One of them asked. "We could throw more snowballs around."

"Um, not really..." Tinder chimed in, though he didn't give his reasons why. "Maybe we could play upstairs? I have my Furbox."

"You have a Furbox?!" One of his other cousins exclaimed. "Why didn't you say so!"

They barrelled upstairs rather quickly, and some of the other Pokémon followed. Tinder took up the rear with the Typhlosion following after him, but only after a little bit of time. It was a good thing too; during lunch, Tinder's parents had remarked about how the Pokémon stuck to their kid like glue despite them being his trainer, and perhaps Typhlosion heard them all the way in the living room...that was what Tinder guessed, anyway.

Having 5 kids occupy his space felt weird, but what was more embarrassing was how much he hadn't tidied his room. He swept things to the sides and started picking some of it up as his cousins got comfortable, either on the edge of his made bed-- at least he did that much-- or on the beanbag that he usually sat and played games in. The youngest of them, a fox around Tinder's age with more grey-furred features, rifled through his games collection as Tinder put away dirty laundry in a hamper or picked up toys to place them in a big storage box under his bed. Most of the Pokémon got comfortable on his bed one way or another, but Vulcan took centre stage in the middle of the bed, almost possessively, and settled against the cushions. Once upon a time, that had freaked Tinder out when he was just a little kit, predominantly because the Pokémon could put out incredible flames when he wanted to, but now that he's a little older he realised that only happened when the Typhlosion grew serious or angry...so not often at all. The fox could count on 3 times it's happened when he's been present.

It was hard for Tinder to pull his eyes away from the sight of him lounging there. He was on his back, his front paws curled nearly against his chest, and his back legs, short and generally quite stout thanks to his body-centric, badger-like form, were spread-eagled, with the entirety of his balls and sheath on display. For most people, it was expected; that every Pokémon had 'parts', but they were fundamentally animals, and just existed in their natural state. Most people were comfortable with it, and others got garments to cover it up, or specific Pokémon that could easily hide it, like reptiles or aquatic species...but for someone like Tinder, who had seen it in its full glory, and had even tasted it in more ways than one, just seeing the package so candidly lit a fire within him and made his body stir. He had to keep a cool exterior, but he found himself constantly glancing over as his cousins got settled, eventually picking a multiplayer game, putting the disc into the console.

"I'll get it set up. I don't want you to get your grubby fingers all over Tinder's disc. Which game is this, Tinder?" The oldest of them, the 15-year-old, took the lead in taking the disc from his youngest cousin's hands.

"Oh, that's uh, Fur Fantasy 16. The case is over there," He pointed just beneath his mounted TV. "Um, I only have one other controller, so you'll have to take turns. Sorry."

They seemed fine with it, and Tinder hovered by the edge of his bed, glancing over at Vulcan sprawled on the covers, nestled amongst other Pokémon who were taking up residence around his blankets. Downstairs, he heard the laughter of his parents and other adults talking, and in front of him, his cousins had their eyes glued to the screen-- the game they were playing was relatively new, so it made sense. If Tinder had his way, he would have loved to have climbed up onto the bed, settled in against the Typhlosion, and played with him whilst the others weren't watching...but he knew just from the Pokémon's own senses that the others were likely to smell his or Vulcan's arousal if he started touching him up, or vice versa. The frustration annoyed him.

He hovered by his cousins as they played one of his games, his attention slowly but surely diverted towards the game despite his fleeting glances at his parent's Pokémon sprawled on the bed, and he could tell that the Typhlosion was looking at him in the same way, for occasionally their eyes locked. It would have been so easy to make an excuse to go to the bathroom again, but trying to do things a second time was likely to go bad...he didn't know why he thought that, but it was a gut feeling he couldn't ignore.

Everything was going smoothly enough as Tinder was essentially waiting for them to be done so he could either have his turn or get dinner since it'd be in a few hours or so. He did eventually get a turn, and he found himself getting wrapped up in the game quickly as the day dwindled on. He laughed with them, giggling when he was beaten and crying out triumphantly when he won, for it was a relatively competitive game, but still party-focused. So enthralled was he in the game that he didn't notice some of the Pokémon beginning to snooze on his bed, whilst some others slinked off to go downstairs. It was the same for his cousins-- none of them noticed the room getting colder and colder until one of them sneezed. At that moment, it was like reality set in, and Tinder shuddered with the chill. He frowned and looked up at the vents, before he got to his feet and excused himself. To his surprise, Vulcan stayed as he quickly bounded downstairs.

"Mom, Dad?" Tinder poked his head into the kitchen and felt put on the spot when several heads turned in his direction. "Can I turn the heat up? It's really cold upstairs..."

"Huh, now that you mention it...it's quite cold in here too, isn't it?" One of his aunts chimed in; it had been a couple of hours since lunch, but no one had started cooking yet. Tinder watched as his mom's sister tugged her cardigan a little more firmly around herself, and his uncles murmured their agreement. His Dad frowned and strode across the room, heading past Tinder into the hall, where he reached up to toy with the AC unit above. He pressed a few of the buttons on the unit before he pulled out his phone and tapped away, but Tinder wasn't sure what.

"Huh," He grunted after a while, and Tinder's mom came to look at his phone as they talked. "Heat pump's throwing up an error...I'll probably have to call an engineer out. At this time of night...they won't come 'till tomorrow, I think."

"How will we keep warm?" Tinder asked; though he planned to just cuddle up to the Typhlosion and get under his blankets, he also wondered how everyone else would say warm. His father smiled down at him and squeezed his shoulder.

"How about...you fetch your cousins and get the blankets from the closet upstairs, all that you can find. Since it's our tradition anyway, we'll huddle down in the living room, watch our corny movies and order some pizza. That'll keep us nice and warm, right?"

"Okay!" Tinder wasn't about to turn down that idea: how else was he going to get delicious pizza? He barrelled upstairs shortly thereafter.

The setup was quick, and the pizzas arrived without waiting for too long. Within the span of about half an hour, the entirety of Tinder's close and extended family were crammed into their living room, which would have been spacious for them, but was starting to look full with all the aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents packed into it. The couch only had space for so many people, so Tinder was relegated to an armchair, even though he could have just as easily been on the floor. Vulcan had gotten comfortable beneath him, acting as a cushion for the seat despite there being plenty of space, but from his ways his parents were huddled up on the couch, with his mom's sister and her husband taking up the rest, it made sense to Tinder that the chief reason Vulcan was cuddling up to him was the lack of space. The fox's relatives had distributed the blankets from the cupboards upstairs and around the house and had taken up residence on the floor or in other chairs they could find, but Tinder was comfortable with just his duvet from his bed, which did more than enough to both keep him warm and cover him up. He ate pizza with the rest of them as they settled into the first movie, something he'd seen around 6 or 7 years in a row. He had most of it memorised, but it was still something to watch as he ate.

But...wasn't this the perfect time? As the movie rolled on and everyone got more and more comfortable on the couch, the world outside pitch black thanks to the winter weather, Tinder found his mind wandering. This was eerily similar to the first time he'd done things with the Pokémon beneath him. He remembered the way he'd rolled his hips, pushed down against the Typhlosion, more or less taken advantage of him...he remembered how hesitant the Pokémon was at first, how he'd held onto him and kept him still as his cock got harder and harder...just thinking about it was making Tinder hard too. His arousal was covered up by the scent of everyone else, to the point where even Vulcan didn't sense it as the fox laid against his chest, his legs initially stretched out, his paws still under the blanket. He rolled his head back a little, finding that his ear tickled against Vulcan's chin, and the badger creature swiftly moved his head to the side to avoid it, ending up with his cheek brushing against Tinder's own. He could feel the Pokémon's hands under the covers, cupped around him in a way that was steady and platonic, but Tinder had a feeling he was just as riled up. It had been strange at first, seeing how much the Pokémon's behaviour had changed since that first time, how possessive he'd become, like someone chasing after their mate...but now, he kind of liked it. Being desired by him felt nice, as did the attention.

Tinder popped the last of the pizza slice into his mouth, chewing vigorously on the crust as his hands snuck back in under the covers, and heat spread across his upper arms and shoulders as he tucked the blanket up and around his neck, beneath the Typhlosion's chin. He put his hands down to his knees and subtly started to tuck his legs up, bending to the sides as his paws dragged up the armchair, his heels resting on the edge of the seat. He glanced to the right, where the rest of his family were sitting watching the movie, and thankfully no one seemed to notice his movements, though he supposed in their eyes, he was only getting comfortable. His hands, however, started to move-- he dragged one hand down his body, brushing them across his sweatpants that he'd changed into sometime before dinner, and he reached the waistband of his pants, whilst the other hand delved between his legs. He subtly moved again, deliberately using his feet as leverage to push his ass down and roll it backwards slightly, and the hand between his legs palmed over his own crotch and down, reaching just enough for his fingertips to brush against what he knew to be the thick plumpness of Vulcan's sheath, hidden somewhere beneath his behind. Immediately, the Pokémon stiffened and his grip tightened on Tinder's body. He nudged his head against the fox's cheek as if to warn him, but as Tinder slowly lifted himself, as carefully and subtly as possible, the Pokémon understood.

It was incredibly difficult to move and pull down what he needed to with no one noticing him, but the only people sitting close to him were his parents, whilst a couple of his cousins were in front of him, next to the couch-- no one was going to see him do anything unless they looked directly at him. When he was certain, through his subtle movements, that his ass was clear of the Pokémon's fluff, he quickly tugged at the side of his sweatpants, his thumb catching his underwear as he tugged it down and over his rump, exposing the bare orange and white fur. The snugness of that waistband was felt around his upper legs as he subtly lowered himself back down, and the heat that pressed to him as he settled in was indicative of the Typhlosion's growing arousal, to the point where Tinder didn't even need to try to turn him on-- he was sure he could feel the wetness of that growing narrow tip smearing against him, and he rolled and adjusted his hips, feeling it slip messily around his young ass, causing the Typhlosion to tighten his grip in an effort to keep still, until it eventually smeared between the cub's cheeks.

The fox nervously tugged his pants down a little further under the blanket and wrapped one hand around his stiff little humanoid prick, whilst the other cupped around his young nuts, lifting them up in case they were out of the way-- it was nice to hold onto them anyway-- and his legs wobbled ever so slightly as he attempted to get into a comfortable position, his muscles tensing to hold himself up. The wetness of the Pokémon's growing tip pushed and dragged around between his cheeks until it naturally fell against the spot of the fox's young hole, and the mass of it quickly speared that sensitive flesh, immediately starting to sink inside. Luckily for the both of them, the music for the movie on-screen erupted into a crescendo for a brief moment, giving Tinder the chance to suck in a quiet gasp as the felt the blood and heat rush to Vulcan's cock. The member rapidly swelled within him, immediately starting to fill up his young canal as his own tiny cock madly twitched from the sensation of being filled.

The Typhlosion's hands on him squeezed and affectionately rubbed against his stomach, and Tinder withdrew a hand from his balls to lift up his shirt beneath the duvet, reaching for the Pokémon's hand and guiding him underneath the fabric to touch him directly. Claws raked against his supple young flesh as Tinder curled his free hand around the Pokémon's forearm, and his toes curled against the cushions as that member in his behind grew more and more, shortly followed by the swelling of the thick, bulbous base of Vulcan's cock, his member all but priming itself to blow his pent-up load...though it'd take a lot more than a nice tight hole around his dick to get him to cum-- Tinder had been the willing and unwilling recipient of what the Pokémon would do if he had all the opportunity to go wild. At that moment, however, he was beholden to Tinder's pace and whimsy, for any rash movements would quickly and easily alert the group to their forbidden sex. Hell, just doing it subtly without anyone noticing was making Tinder's face flushed, and he was so unbelievably turned on by the risky act that his innards clamped and squeezed, and he already felt himself getting close. There was no denying it now; he was the hornier one of the two, that much was clear.

Rising and falling was out of the question; if he even dared to keep up a rhythmic movement of bouncing, he'd more than likely get caught. When they did something similar for the first time, they had the advantage of potholes and the gentle vibrating movements of the car, but this time it was all up to Tinder and his own movements...and frankly, they had not had many opportunities for Tinder to take the reigns. He nervously shifted his hips left and right, attempting to carefully and slowly wiggle himself on Vulcan's cock, and he gauged from the way the Pokémon squeezed his flesh and stroked his stomach as to whether it was good or not-- that was all he could do. The most interesting feeling was the way his parent's Pokémon rubbed over the bump of his own cock inside the fox's underage body; Tinder had done it himself before, but it felt altogether different when Vulcan did it for himself, and he could tell from the way he nuzzled into the fox's cheek that he liked it. Tinder tried to lift himself up, but it took so much effort that it made his legs wobble in a way that could be noticed, from the way the duvet sagged across his bent knees. He couldn't risk fulling rising up, and he clamped his muzzle shut and gulped, hard, as he tried to roll back and forth instead.

That felt significantly better than just left and right, almost like he was being fucked; his small movements and the push of his own hips forward made it feel like that cock was slipping out of him if only a little, and as he pushed back in, his hole snugly pressed to that thick knot. He could feel each throb and swell of that member inside him, and he knew that one way or another, that knot was going to fit inside him. His hand quietly jerked his member, making slow and tender strokes as he tried to keep the surface of his covers as simple and smooth-looking as possible whilst his young, small body slowly rocked, riding that thick Pokemon cock. The movement of it became easier over time, thanks to how much pre-cum Vulcan was putting out; he was sure when he felt it enter him, but he was putting out a lot of it, and that seemed to add to the heat of it all. He was worried about the cold before, but not any more: beneath the duvet, his body was like a sauna, and it took every ounce of willpower to keep his face straight.

He rocked back and forth slowly but surely over time, taking it slow and careful so as not to alert anyone to what he was doing, and the more he thought about how he was so willingly riding the Pokémon's cock, an act so taboo, right next to his family, some of whom were close enough for him to reach out and touch, maybe, was making him dizzy with lust. His body tremored slightly beneath the covers and he had to grit his teeth and clamp his muzzle down hard as his innards flexed and squeezed tightly. Dribbles of cum suddenly shot from his little cock, and he didn't get a chance to catch them before they splattered against the armchair's seat, not audible enough for anyone to hear. He didn't think he'd cum so soon, or so quickly, and he struggles to keep his composure as Vulcan lowers his head down ever so slightly, and his fingers graze dangerously around Tinder's white-furred stomach, raking against his skin and fur. Tinder could feel the throbs, rhythmic like a wave, warning him not to squeeze too hard. The thunder of his own heartbeat moved out of time with the pump of the Typhlosion's own heart that he could feel both against his back and inside his body.

The movie was drawing to an end, and so was Vulcan, to a degree. Tinder struggled to even move a little bit; the sensitivity of his cock in the midst of his climax almost made his insides a little tender too, but it didn't matter if he'd cum or not; he knew that now they'd gone this far, he had to see it through, as subtly as possible. He rocked and rolled, his mouth dry from the exertion and heat, his face flushed with post-orgasmic sensations and the effort of his moving body. He looked to his right, and the Poochyena and Mightyena combo, no doubt siblings, were looking in his direction-- something about their orange eyes made it seem like they knew what was happening, but neither of them commented, their bodies and heads pressed down against the carpet, almost as if they'd been awoken by the scent of sex. No one else seemed to notice, however, and Tinder was glad for that-- not even his cousin seemed to notice, too interested in the movie.

He could feel from the way Vulcan's grip tightened against him and from the way he felt the wetness of a tongue against his cheek that he was getting close. His claws hands brushed up and around Tinder's naked hips and squeezed affectionately against his boyish frame, before he tugged, pulling his body closer whilst Tinder was beneath the blankets, and the young fox wobbled ever so slightly, his legs straining to balance him properly as his fingers curled against Vulcan's forearm. His spent dick twitched with the reality of the situation as Vulcan tried to tug and force him onto that bulbous knot, but it was the most inopportune time; it was one of the quietest parts of the movie, right near the end amidst a tragic character death-- though not really, they were merely pretending-- and Tinder had to keep himself as quiet as possible as that knot pressed and pushed against his hole, forcing him to stretch and further and further. His muscles weakened as he clenched and he started to accommodate, before he instinctively clenched up again, focusing too hard on keeping still. There was a squelch, and Tinder's heart skipped a beat from how audible it was, but by some miracle, no one seemed to notice. Vulcan hesitated, having heard it as well, and he held Tinder there for a few moments before pulling down again.

The end of the movie played out, erupting into a relatively loud classical music number as it played out the epilogue, and in that moment Vulcan saw the opportunity to tug again, yanking down Tinder with more force than he was expecting. Keeping in his yelp from being yanked onto that knot without warning was probably the hardest thing he'd ever had to do in his entire life-- he couldn't put his hands up to cover his mouth, couldn't bow his head and bury it in the duvet, he could barely even keep his muzzle shut, but as the musical number swelled to its peak, his muscles eased and the knot passed through its thickest part, stretching him wide. His ring spasmed and there was a stab of discomfort before it slipped through, and with it, a wave of relief washed over Tinder's body, followed by a growing sense of fullness that became more and more intense. It was clear as to why, and he could feel every inch of the answer-- each pulse, each throb, each spurt...Vulcan was cumming inside him, emptying his nuts from days of pent-up sexual frustration. Neither of them had had a chance to fuck until now, and it showed.

His stomach swelled and pulsed with every twitch of that spurting member, and he could feel the heat all the way to his chest, spreading to his limbs, making his knees and legs weak. He could barely hold himself up, but now that he was tied to that knot, he could push his feet out and relax himself, if only a little. His other hand, once on his cock, drifted up to his stomach and palmed over Vulcan's hand so they could feel the throb of that pulsing load together. Tinder rolled his head back, his eyes drooping; he wanted to do nothing but sleep...

"Welp, that's that! Good movie as always I think."

His father's baritone voice made him lift his head up, and he looked to the side to see most of the adults starting to move, the cousins too. His father scooted out from the side of one of Tinder's cousins who took their time getting up from the floor, and his relatives stood with their blankets wrapped tightly around them. Tinder realised quickly they were beginning to get ready for bed-- of course, it was the same every year. How could he forget?

"Alright, kids, up to bed. Big day tomorrow, remember? We're going ice skating!" Tinder's dad beamed as the youngest of Tinder's cousins cheered and bounced on the spot at the thought. "You guys heading back?"

"Uh...yeah, probably. It's not that late yet." Tinder's granddad looked down at his watch and then chuckled to one of his sons, Tinder's uncle. "I've got beers in the fridge back home."

"You had me at beers." The uncle laughed, and Tinder watched from his seat in the armchair, atop the knotted Vulcan, as they filtered out into the hall, save for a few; his mother and another cousin, who was looking at the DVD shelf next to the TV.

"Come on, Tinder. Bedtime." His mother soothed, and Tinder squirmed, knowing he couldn't get up.

"Can I sleep down here?" He asked her. "Pleaaaase? I'm comfy..."

"Tinder..." She started to warn him, but he knew he could persuade her; after all, the alternative was much, much worse.

"Please? Carter can use my bed." Tinder looked over at his younger cousin, who seemed to linger a lot more than necessary on the DVDs. Despite being a couple of years younger than Tinder, they were about the same height; he could use his pyjamas. His mother pursed her muzzle and looked over at the young fox, before down at Tinder. She breathed a sigh.

"Fine. But if you're too cold, go up to bed, okay?" She leant forward, kissing him on the forehead, before kissing Vulcan on the forehead too. "Goodnight honey. Goodnight Vulcan."

With that, she rose and ushered Tinder's cousin out of the room, and the living room felt silent as they dispersed, though Tinder knew they'd be back. He lifted his hands out of the blanket and sighed, letting his legs flop out now that he was safely secured atop the Typhlosion's body. His paws dangled as his innards reflexively squeezed around that twitching length, and he wriggled to get just a little bit more comfortable, much to Vulcan's pleasure; in the quiet of just the two of them, the Pokémon growled and nuzzled into his side, greedily groping at his body as he happily humped his hips up, happy to move and make the blankets bounce now that they were alone. Tinder rolled his head back a little to lean it against the side of Vulcan's face, and he imagined the Typhlosion was a big soft pillow...that fur definitely suited it.

With everyone gone, Tinder started to relax, and his hammering heart began to slow. He reached down to rub around his stomach, feeling it slosh with fluids, his tummy swollen and round. He sighed, moving his legs to take his pants off completely, and Vulcan wrapped his arms around him tightly, settling himself down beneath him as the cub's hole milked his amply-sized cock over and over. Tinder could only smile; despite everything, he'd wanted this, and he brought it upon himself. With a swift kick, he discarded the pyjama pants to the floor as he got comfortable.

What concerned him the most was how he was going to make it to the bathroom in the morning, but for now, all he needed to do was sleep...and it came to him easily.