“Oh, Hazel~" her trainer sang from the entrance to the cosy living room. "I have a surprise for you!”

Hazel perked an ear to show that Stella had her attention, but otherwise continued to lazily sprawl out across her favorite leather couch. She was too comfortable to care about any surprises, even if it was a dozen treats. In fact… Hazel splayed herself out even more, yawning obnoxiously and showing off her sparsely furred grey belly as her head dangled off the leftmost arm of the comfortable piece of furniture. She looked upside-down at her trainer with a wide and mocking grin, her black mane falling over her eyes and somewhat masking her view of the woman's face. 

As a mightyena, this position naturally left her lengthy pseudopenis on prominent display, the false penis dangling limply across her belly with the tip facing her muzzle. Even though she was regularly pent up, she wasn’t feeling particularly horny at the moment, but that didn’t stop her from teasing people with it. In fact, not being aroused was the only reason she could tease anyone at all, and the result of said lack of arousal put many males to shame. She considered giving Stella a good wiggle to make her go away and let her snooze in peace. Which was why Stella staunchly refusing to look was so annoying.

Lame. 

Stella tched at her lack of enthusiasm. “Very funny,” she deadpanned, crossing her arms. “But seriously, girl, you’ll like this surprise! Promise.” 

Hazel didn’t bother hiding a snort. “Doubtful,” she said, knowing fully well she couldn’t be understood. However, her tone was quite clear, if the hurt in Stella’s eyes could be trusted. Why did she always have to pull the ‘you’re hurting my feelings’ card?

Groaning, Hazel waggled a paw, as if to say, ‘go on’. 

A smile spread along Stella's cheeks, and she fiddled with her belt to detach a shiny red sphere. She pressed the grow button on the side and held up the now-enlarged pokeball. “Say hello to your new teammate! Go, Nutmeg!” 

A brilliant flash of red temporarily blinded her. There was a loud thump, something squeaked, and she was struck by the unmistakable scent of male. 

That gave her pause. Was Stella trying to hook her up? Sure, she hadn’t gotten any action for a while—an understatement, given how sparsely she got the chance to mate—but she hadn’t expected Stella to notice, let alone care about this specific need of hers. Warmth bloomed in her belly, filling her with affection for the human. About time she got pampered like this. She hoped it was another mightyena. In her brief experience with her own kind, males of her species were submissive, which was preferable to the alternative. She did not have the patience to deal with anyone threatening her hierarchy here. Even if—especially if—they were attractive. 

Blinking away the spots in her vision, she peeked at who Stella had brought home. What she saw nearly made her backpedal off the couch, thoughts of mating vanishing as swiftly as they came. There was a sylveon in her den. 

A fairy type. Was in. Her den. 

And Stella named it Nutmeg. 

She glared into the sylveon’s soulless blue eyes, trying to impart as much of her disgust as possible in the look. Fairies were awful, horrible pokemon. And sylveon were among the most fairy… fairies. 

She cooed with pleasure when he shrunk back. His ribbons—his terrifying, evil ribbons—curled in on themselves, showing off how nervous he was.  He spoke first, and just the sound of his nasally voice had her fur standing on-end. “H-hi, I’m—”

“Nutmeg,” she finished with a growl. He flinched away from the couch, and suddenly, like a switch, all sense of danger vanished. He wasn’t scary. In fact, he seemed pretty lame. What fairy type cowered like that? She bared her canines in a grin. “My trainer told me. Now listen here, fairy. This is my home, not yours, got—”

Brief, stinging pain exploded across her nose. She stared cross-eyed at Stella’s retreating finger, stunned as she realized what happened: her muzzle had been flicked. Stella actually flicked her muzzle! What the fuck. 

Too confused to do anything except stare in disbelief, Hazel could only listen with folded ears as her trainer scolded her. “Bad girl! Be nice to Nutmeg! He’s new and shy and you’re scaring him! Now, introduce yourself. No growling!”

Still sprawled across the couch on her back—because what better way to assert your dominance than by being completely relaxed as your girl cock flopped about?—Hazel sighed and decided to humor the incredibly abusive human. “Whatever.” She tilted her head also that she was staring into the widened eyes of the sylveon. “Hello, Nutmeg, I’m Hazel. And this is my house. Nice, isn’t it? Cool. Now go away and do evil fairy stuff.”

He winced. "Please don’t call me that. You realize Nutmeg's not actually my name, right? It’s Nicky."

"I don't care." She stretched, enjoying the way he tried and failed not to stare at her crotch. She wondered if he liked it. He’d be silly not to. But if there was anyone to hate her gorgeous pseudopenis, it would be a fairy type. "Nutmeg, Nicky, doesn't matter to me.'

"Oh." Nutmeg sat on his haunches and stared at her for a few more moments. His gaze flicked between her legs, before he quickly looked away sporting a brilliant shade of crimson. He squirmed, shifting to hide an erection after witnessing such majesty, no doubt. “You’re, uhh, female right?” he said slowly, stupidly. She nodded with a growing grin. She knew exactly where this was going. “Uhhh, then what’s that?”

Hazel cackled at where he pointed his paw, and followed his gaze without shame. Her peudopenis stood proudly, albeit without the same rigidity as a real penis. Sleek and smooth down the length, it actually flattened at the tip, a bluntness leading to an opening that revealed the true nature of her otherwise masculine looking organ. She was tempted to stick a claw inside to make him squirm. Or arouse him. Either worked!

“What, this little thing?” She gestured to her meat with a paw. And, if only to make him more uncomfortable, she also raised her left leg and rocked her hips, causing the feminine cock to flop back and forth. When she stopped, it settled across her right thigh, dangling like a lengthy, flaccid cock. “That’s my girl dick. Hot, right?”

Stella didn’t seem to agree. She hadn’t even been trying to tease her this time, but the human had apparently been watching with growing discomfort before finally glancing away. “Well, um, you two seem to be getting along. I’ll, ummm, I’ll be… taking a shower. Be nice to Nutmeg! Bye!”

It was as if her trainer was using Quick Attack. One moment, she was stuttering her excuse, and the next, she was gone. 

Shrugging at how weird her trainer was being, Hazel gave Nutmeg her full attention. Feeling much more at ease now with the knowledge that Nutmeg was a total wimp, she decided this relationship could work out. Dealing with the meek was always fun. “Anyways,” she drawled, “where were we? Oh, right.” She spread her hind legs further, revealing even more of her dangly bits. The sylveon whimpered, though he didn’t look away, his eyes locked on her genitalia as if he’d never seen anything like it before. Probably hadn’t. “First time seeing a mightyena’s fun tube, I take it?”

Nodding shyly, Nutmeg said, “Y-yeah. Uh, you’re not trying to seduce me, are you? I’m not really sure I’m… into that.”

She blinked in surprise. “What? No. I’m teasing you, stupid! Not trying to get your cock or anything. Making you squirm, that’s it, and it’s fun.” She narrowed her eyes. “Nothing more, got it? Don’t even think about it. I’m too good for you.”

“Oh, phew,” Nutmeg said, visibly relaxing his posture. “Because it’s weird looking.”

Her right eye twitched. “Weird— you take that back, you poor excuse of a fairy!” Fighting the urge to growl was difficult. Her vagina was beautiful and her clit was gorgeous. Not weird. A alm settled over her mind, like a heavy blanket smothering out the rage, leaving only an assured certainty in its place. She had to show him just how great it was. How great she was. Make him love her feminine penis the way he obviously loved the plain—dull—vulvas of eeveelutions. Because how else would he find it weird if he didn’t have other examples to compare it to? Sure, eeveelution pussies may be plump and juicy looking, and she hated to admit that their spade-like shape was, ugh, appealing, but a mightyena’s bits were simply superior in every way, shape, and form. He’d come around, she would make sure of that. 

Bonus points for getting off in the process. 

She grinned and casually rested her chin on the back of a forepaw. Had to seem confident for this to work. “If you want to stay here,” she began smugly, “first you gotta suck me off. That’s just the rules.”

“What?! No it isn’t!” He sat up and paced in place, looking to the hall as if their trainer might magically come back to ‘save’ him. She could hear soft shower sounds in the distance. “You’re making things up!”

She rolled her eyes. “Of course I’m making it up,” she teased, enjoying this more than she thought she would. “I’m trying to get a rise out of you, but you’re too boring even for that to be fun.” She studied him intently. His physique wasn’t half bad, actually. For a fairy. Thin legs, slim figure, but with a rump that definitely had some meat to it. She licked her lips. “You know what, I take that back. Let’s have some fun. If you’re good, I’ll tolerate your intrusion into my life. I'll even let you fuck me. If you’re bad, well, we’ll figure that out later.”

“You’re confusing,” he said after a multitude of interesting expressions flickered across his face. “How could we possibly mate, anyways? Wouldn’t that hurt? You know, sticking something in that?” He pointed at her length with his paw. “No way that would work.”

“You’re right,” she conceded. Then she smirked. “That’s why it shrinks into a regular vagina when I’m aroused. Duh. But it’s still really fun to have a dude suck the tip. You know?” 

Lifting her left hind leg further to better show off her meat, she drew the eon’s eyes exactly where she wanted them. Despite his blushing demeanor and the location of his gaze, he was obviously still uncertain about this, so she added, “Just give the tip a lick first, ‘kay? Trust me: it tastes exactly like pussy. Because it is.” She leaned back on the couch, stretching out all four of her legs but never taking her sight off the sylveon. She imagined her eyes twinkling. “Take your time. Neither of us are going anywhere anytime soon.”

“Just a lick,” he repeated under his breath, already walking over to her. Gulping as he stared at her twitching length, he added, “So, um, does it feel like a penis? I mean, for you.”

“How should I know?” she answered with another eye-roll. “I’ve never had a penis before. Obviously. Don’t ask stupid questions, Nutmeg.”

“Sorry...”

He hesitated for a few more seconds. She was about to complain about the delay, only for him to suddenly make his move in the form of a brief, tentative lick. Her length twitched hard at the stimulation, though she couldn’t say it was very pleasurable. Just a tease, really. 

When he didn’t continue—staring at her tip as if it had teeth—she groaned impatiently and thrust her hips forward. “Come on, dude! At least put it in your mouth!”

“B-but you said just to lick it!” he protested, flushing a brilliant shade of crimson.

“At first, numbnuts. And that lick could have been more enthusiastic, by the way. Barely felt it. A magikarp could do better.” When his ears somehow lowered even further, she realized she was probably being too harsh. Despite her justified disappointment, she was well aware how different her equipment was to him. “Sorry, dude. I just, I haven’t had sex in what feels like forever. You know? I'm really pent up. Most males find me too aggressive to put up with.”

“You are kind of mean,” he agreed. She glared at him. “B-but I’ve seen way meaner. You should see my sister. She’s a bitch.” His comment was so unexpected, so deliciously blunt, that she laughed aloud. He grinned. “And I get aggressive when I’m horny, too, so I understand.”

She gave the twink a deadpan look. “Really. You, aggressive?”

“Okay, maybe not aggressive,” he admitted. “But I get needy too, and I do want to get to know my new… roommate? Partner? Whatever this is now. Even if you’ve been kind of pushy. It’s also been a while for me too. So, uh, maybe trying it out wouldn’t be so bad? That counts as bonding, right? I’ve never sucked anyone off before…” He circled a paw on the carpet. “Is there anything special I have to do?”

Her pseudo-cock jumped along with her delight. “When you feel me growing soft,” she explained quickly, eagerly, feeling more excited than she had in a while, “that means you’re doing a good job. Kind of the opposite of guys. But if you keep sucking as I’m shrinking in your mouth, you’ll trap me in there long enough for me to cum. It’s indescribably good if you manage it.” Seeing the hesitation in his expression, she added, “It might sound weird, but I promise it’ll feel natural once you’re sucking. Maybe stick your tongue in the hole first? So you can feel that it’s actually a vagina. I’ve noticed some dudes get more comfortable once they experience for themselves it’s not a urethra. That particular hole is much deeper inside. I pee like a dude, is what I’m saying.”

She could tell he was taking her words to heart with the way his eyes widened. It was kind of cute, actually. How nervous he was. She wondered what he was thinking…

Nicky couldn’t believe this was happening. Not only was his new ‘partner’—fellow pet, more like—mentally exhausting, she had one of the strangest, most interesting pussies he had ever seen. Not that he’d seen very many. But she definitely had the weirdest he’d seen on anyone furry. 

Weirdest overall belonged to that venipede girl he’d explored as a kit. 

The mightyena’s massive length throbbed in front of him, awaiting his move. For him to put it in his mouth. To pleasure her. To suck her off. Is this gay, he wondered, musing over the thought. I really don’t think I’m into cock. The mottled black and grey length twitched as he stared, a dollop of shiny slickness already dripping from the tip, something he was positive hadn’t been there before. It even leaks like a cock, oh gosh. Is that lubricant or pre? Is there a difference? Does it even matter?

Placing his forepaws on the side of the couch, Nicky brought his muzzle forward and pressed his cold, wet nose against her warm flesh. Hazel inhaled sharply at the contact, which made him grin. "Too cold for you?" he teased, enjoying getting one over her for once. 

"Shut up," she growled. "You just surprised me is all."

When she was done, Nicky inhaled deeply, eyes widening as he took in her distinctly feminine scent. There could be no mistaking her for a male now. She smelled similar to his one-off jolteon mate, though maybe a bit less earthy. More clean? Was that because she was a pet, while the jolteon was wild and had no quandaries about rolling in mud? Or was this just how mightyena smelled?

He noticed the slit at her tip. Felt, really, with his nose smushed up against it, almost slipping inside as he continued to sniff her intoxicating scent. The slick opening proved larger than his own, leading even more precedence to this actually being a vagina. Not that he doubted her or anything, not with how ridiculously female she smelled. It was just nice to be sure.

Scent alone wouldn't be enough for Hazel, and honestly he was curious about her taste, so he pulled his nose up and stuck his tongue out, pressing into that flat head, curling his tongue. He didn't have time to savor the tangy flavor and unique texture before Hazel snarled and placed her forepaws on the back of his head. She didn’t push him down—yet—but she did hold him steady, her claws poking through his fur. It didn't hurt, but she did make it difficult to pull away. Not that he wanted to: he said he would go down on her and, by Arceus, he would do just that. 

Her insistence was pretty hot, too. He’d never been with a girl this needy before. It made him feel wanted. 

Apparently deciding he was taking too long, Hazel shoved his head down, forcing his muzzle against her tip hard enough to show her impatience, but again, not enough to hurt. It was her way of telling him without words to 'get on with it'.

Obviously taking his time wasn’t at all what she wanted, so Nicky threw caution to the wind; he opened his mouth, leaned in, and took Hazel’s length into his muzzle. While not as rigid as it looked, her pseudopenis was definitely squishy, and warm, his cheeks filled with something he never thought he’d feel. It was difficult to wrap his mind around the fact he hadn’t just stuck a cock in his mouth, though the feminine moan from the mightyena made it easier. 

Flavor washed over his taste buds as his tongue pressed up against the underside of her sleek length. She didn’t hump or anything, thankfully, but she did shake a little, her girl cock, as she described it, throbbing within his maw. His tongue must have been pressing up against a large vein. After all, something had to supply blood to such a lengthy tube of meat. 

I can feel her heartbeat in my mouth.

“I-I hate to rush you as you’re getting used to it, but could you go deeper? Maybe swallow? Before it shrinks...” It was interesting how her demanding nature fell apart when faced with pleasure. He wondered if it had all been an act with how close she was to whining now. 

Taking pity on the needy female, Nicky took a deep breath through his nose and opened his mouth wider. He carefully took her deeper, pausing only when he began to feel that wide, blunted tip bump the entrance to his throat. He nearly gagged at how much meat he was stuffing his cheeks with. 

Despite knowing otherwise, this felt incredibly gay. 

“M-more,” Hazel said—no, demanded, her paws pressing down on his head insistently, forcefully. His ears fell. He didn’t think he could take more. He could tell he had only swallowed half of her now violently throbbing lady cock, and he already felt so full. The rest wouldn’t fit. Not unless she expected him to actually take it down his throat. 

...She probably expected exactly that.

Taking another, even deeper breath through his nose, Nicky plunged down onto Hazel and gulped. Hard. Pretending that he was swallowing a large berry or something to trick his body into not gagging, he continued to ‘eat’, taking more of Hazel with each heavy gulp, her tip actually starting to go down his throat. Until, finally, his muzzle pressed against her furry crotch, her little pseudo-balls rubbing against his chin. 

“F-fuck!” Hazel cried, nearly howling at how loud she was. “That feels amazing! I can feel your throat clenching, oh! K-keep swallowing. I’m so fucking close!” She wrestled his head down into her lap, paws holding him steady as he tried his best not to panic. And to hold his breath. Not that he had much of a choice now, given the firm grip Hazel had on him and the length so far down his throat it blocked his nasal passages.  

The longer this went on the more he could feel her length growing taut, tugging at his throat, which kept a firm grip as he continued to reflexively swallow.  It almost felt as though her psudopenis was trying to escape. Must be her growing soft, he reasoned. She did say that arousal makes her penis turn into a vagina. Or something. 

He couldn’t even imagine how this must be feeling for her, but he could tell by her reaction that she was loving this. So he kept gulping, swallowing her fluids constantly as her twitches increased in frequency. When she finally came, it was anything but subtle. 

Hazel threw her head back and howled as her peudopenis exploded with contractions. He almost expected her to explode into his stomach too—like an ejaculation, maybe—but that never happened. There was a slight increase in fluids, an initial warm gush, but all she did afterwards was violently convulse in his throat. Her grip on his head increased, her claws digging into his scalp. It didn’t hurt much, but with any sudden movements the little pin pricks threatened to piece skin. He couldn’t pull away even if he wanted to. He very desperately wanted to. Why? It was simple. 

He still couldn’t fucking breathe. 

“Take it! Take my cock, you— fuck! I haven’t cum this hard in— f-fuck...”

His ears fell. She’s really into this. Pretending she has a real cock… why is this kind of— His thoughts weavered, and his vision swam. He was growing dizzy, and incredibly hard. Why did the fact he couldn't breath make this so much hotter? The lack of air must've been getting to him. 

Desperately, he used a ribbon to slap her in the cheek. Not too hard, but enough to get her to look into his eyes and snap out of it. 

She let go of his head with surprising swiftness. Freedom gained, he pulled away, gagging as her twitching length slid wetly from his throat with a lewd schlorp. He gasped for precious air, and not even his somewhat sore throat could stop him from gulping it down. It was sweeter than honey. Freed of his gullet, Hazel’s peudopenis shrunk rapidly, continuing to twitch and leak as it grew stouter, transforming into what looked like a wide black sheath with numerous folds and creases.

“Sorry, sorry,” Hazel gasped, breathing heavily as her orgasm played its course. She actually sounded sorry, too. “I didn’t mean to hold you down. Just, fuck, that was amazing! The way you kept gulping as I was softening, unf!” She thrust into the air, her pseudopenis now completely gone and in its place was was incredibly slick cunt. Hazel noticed his gaze, and grinned. “Yeah, that’s my pussy. Hot, right? I can see how hard you are. You wanna stick it in, don’t you. Hold me down and take what’s yours, to slide your canine pecker deep into me?"

His cheeks burned. Even after sucking her off, having his own arousal pointed out was embarrassing. “I do,” he admitted. “You’re not in heat, are you? I know that’s rude to ask, but… I don’t think either of us want puppies.”

She laughed. “Nah, not for another couple weeks. You’d know if I was in heat. If you think I’m demanding now, just you wait!”

Nicky was both terrified and aroused by the idea. Terraroused? No, that’s stupid.

“Well? I’m not getting any hornier,” she urged, waggling her hips, drawing his eyes to her visibly glistening black vulva. He'd never seen a girl this wet. “Hurry up and do me, or I'll snag one of my trainer’s toys and take care of this myself.” 

He wanted to, oh did he want to, but there was this nagging feeling that he was forgetting something, something important. Like there was this crucial step in their courtship to make him feel fully comfortable and familiar with this unique mightyena. As he mused over what this could be, his eyes drifted lower and settled on her large pucker. With a start, he realized this was it. He had yet to fully sample her scent. Her ass twitched as he stared, an erotic invitation if he’d ever seen one. 

Without a word of warning to Hazel, he went for it, and she squeaked adorably as he shoved his nose against her tailstar and flared his nostrils, letting her musk wash over him along with a plethora of information unique to the mightyena. She was surprisingly young, her scent told him, younger than him even. This fact gave him a confidence boost that led to him not pulling away, not even when Hazel gasped her surprise at this bold action. 

He breathed, long and deep, drawing in her intoxicating scent, his arousal rising to greater and greater heights, the ache to slide into something hot, wet, and tight almost too painful to bear.

As he indulged, one of his paws found their way to her flattened vulva. He rubbed it in gentle circles, smearing arousal across her mound and making her anus clench hard against his nose. Almost like it was kissing him. He shuddered and curled his paw pads, enjoying this more than he probably should have. 

“Mhmmm, that’s a new feeling,” Hazel said after a few seconds of this treatment. She squirmed on the couch, the shift in position further rubbing his nose into her tight pucker. Her well-groomed tail tickled his chin. “Are most wild pokemon this into sniffing ass, or is it just you? Don’t get me wrong, it’s adorable, and kinda hot for you to go all feral on me, but I would like to know if this is normal.”

With great reluctance, he pulled away to answer. “Sorry, eeveelutions usually greet each other like this, but you and I never really did, so I got carried away,” he admitted, embarrassed by how eager he was. He continued to stare at her backside, and wondered if she tasted as good as she smelled. Maybe he could sneak in a lick or two. “You smell really nice. That’s not weird, is it?”

Thankfully, she didn’t seem grossed out or anything, and just laughed at his honesty. “Nah. It’s actually exciting how wild you get over my scent. Maybe I’ll return the favor with a nice big whiff under that tail of yours.” She growled like it was a threat, a sexy noise that had his cock jump between his legs. “But later, because I can see how hard you are, and I am so fucking wet I could probably take a rapidash. So, what are you waiting for?” She squished a paw into her crotch with an almost casual grace, spreading her folds to reveal the deep pink within. “Because I'm not saying please.”

Nicky stumbled onto the couch with great enthusiasm, the grinning mightyena watching his every move. He couldn’t say doing it face-to-face was his usual way of mating, but it was a lot easier, and more intimate, than jumping on some random eeveelution’s back and humping away until they both popped. The excited gleam in her eyes and her ever-present smirk proved contagious, and to his surprise he ended up beaming right back at her. 

Her expression softened into a genuine smile. “You know, you’re pretty cute. For a sylveon.”

“You’re cute too,” he said, smiling as he lined himself up, stabilizing himself with both forepaws on her chest. His smile widened. “For a mightyena.”

She snorted. “Flattery will get you everywhere. Maybe even my ass, if you’re a good fairy. It's obvious how much you like it.”

He stumbled at the suggestion, accidently sliding his dick across her slick snatch. They both tensed from the stimulation, but his mind was somewhere else. He’d never had anal before. Not once. He’d thought about it—not often, but the idea had never left his mind. He wondered what else she was into. What else they could do together. 

With company like this, maybe being a pet wasn’t so bad after all.

He’d delayed long enough. He was in position, they were both more than ready, and the feeling of her squishy genitals against his was making him antsy. Not even inside yet and the heat was already second to none. Well. Maybe not compared to a fire type, but he hadn’t been with any of those, so they didn't count.

“O-okay,” he whispered, looking down between her thighs to aim properly, aligning his tip with the mightyena’s unique opening. “Here goes.” 

Even without the psudopenis her bits looked weird. Wrinkly and compact, her black folds were so wet they gleamed in the weird indoor lighting of the human house, so much so that he imagined sliding inside would probably be near-frictionless. But why imagine when he could experience it?

Taking a deep breath, he pushed forward, only to gasp softly as squishy heat enveloped his tip. No matter how often he had sex—which wasn’t that often—it always blew his mind. Despite the ample lubrication, her insides resisted him as he pushed deeper into her squishy tunnel, bearing a wrinkly texture he imagined was a ditect consequence of her inverted psudopenis. 

“F-fuck,” he uttered once he bottomed out. Her vulva kissed his crotch, delicately peeling back his sheath and allowing his still-growing knot to be consumed by her clenching heat. He steadied himself by moving his paws from her chest to the couch armrest on either side of her head, shaking from the pleasure. Deep in his underbelly, the signs of orgasm built swiftly enough that he was honestly afraid of moving, lest he increased the tension even more. He was close. So, so close. It really had been a while. “I’m… I’m not going to last,” he admitted. “You feel amazing. It’s okay if I knot you, right?”

He looked into her amused eyes. His confidence faltered at that. What was so funny? 

“Aww, is the little fairy going to—ah—cum already?" She teased. "It's adorable that you're asking for permission. Go ahead, knot me. I’m, mhm, looking forward to it.” She tried to retain her composure, keeping her gaze focused and her expression smug, but he knew she was putting on a show. She was close too. He could feel it in the way her tunnel tensed, smell it in her spicy scent, see it in how her tongue peeked out ever so slightly as her eyes partly closed. 

So why not give her what she wanted?

With a feral snarl, he started pounding the smug mightyena. Her insides slid away with every plunge, clinging onto him each time he pulled out, generating a slick friction he couldn’t get enough of. The sounds of their mating was loud, and it was sloppy, and he loved it. But, Arceus, did the pressure increase way too quickly. He really hoped he could outlast her. 

He stared at Hazel and she stared back, the mightyena grinning like a loon as pleasure flickered across her red eyes. It was fun seeing her like this. She seemed genuine. Sweet, almost. Even submissive. Or at least enjoying herself too much to be mean. The next minute ticked by with her acting oddly passive, allowing him to fuck her but not assisting in it. And he knew that’s what this was: her allowance. If she really wanted to, she could pin him down, growl into his ear, and ride him. 

Naturally, he had to tease her about this. “I didn’t know you were a bottom.”

“Don’t get carried away,” she said, a hint of threat in her tone. The effect was lost when she emitted a girly squeak a second later. He grinned as she sputtered all adorably. “Sh-shut up, Nutmeg.”

Laughing, his next thrust proved his last. Hazel’s expression shifted from one of annoyance to open-mouthed pleasured as she gripped him and refused to let go. Pleasure bloomed as his knot got caught by her squeezing tunnel, and now that they were officially tied, nothing could stop him. He was going to cum, moments from unloading his pent up balls. Was it too late to wonder if she was in heat again?

Just as he was sure he'd cum first, Hazel beat him to the punch. 

The mightyena arched her back, raised her head to the ceiling, and howled her orgasm for all the world to hear. Or at least everyone in a five-mile-radius. Her pussy celebrated her release with a powerful squeeze that seemed like it would never end. The pressure lessened when her muscles relaxed for a brief instant, her pussy taking a breather, then returned with a vengeance as her muscles jumped into rhythmic motion. The rapid clenching left him breathless, milking him for what was to come. His pleasure raced toward the peak, looked over the edge, and soared, sending him flying with it. 

“Hnnn!” he moaned as the first of many thin, watery squirts splattered Hazel’s insides. He came again, and again, each rope just as strong as the last, their tie keeping everything contained within her snug depths. 

Emotions were running high, and before he even considered the consequences, he gazed into Hazel’s eyes and met her muzzle in a clumsy, pleasure-drunken kiss.

Time stopped. Hazel stared at him wide-eyed, not returning the affection at first. But before he could wonder if he made a grave mistake or read the moment wrong, she relaxed and melted into the kiss, pushing back against him with an almost aggressive intensity. Scratch that: it was aggressive, very aggressive! Her tongue breached his lips before he could mount a proper defense, ensnaring his tongue in a squeezing dance, wet and hot and honestly kind of perfect. Her flavor electrified his taste buds, and the scent of her breath blowing into his nose intoxicated him, and likely her too, given they let out simultaneous moans. 

It was the best kiss he’d ever experienced. It left his belly feeling warm and bubbly, too. 

The kiss ended sooner than he’d have liked, but what an end it was! She pulled away with a shuddering gasp, her hot breath tickling his whiskers. “N-not bad,” she said, totally understating her thoughts on the matter. She obviously loved the kiss. “Keep up the good work, Nicky, and I’ll definitely let you take my ass next.”

She said my name!

“Looking forward to it.” He snuggled up with her on the couch, trying to get comfortable during the tie. She didn’t resist— heck, she even participated, lying her head down on his chest and sighing happily. It made him swell with pride. He knew, deep down, she was a big ol’ softy. And this proved it. “You know, since we’re stuck like this for a while, why don’t you tell me about yourself?”

Hazel waved off his question with a light laugh. “No. I’ll fuck you, I’ll even cuddle with you, but I’m not giving you my life’s story."

He was tempted to call her out for her ‘life’s story’ being boring if she didn’t want to go into it, but he doubted that would go over well. 

“Fair enough,” he said instead, slumping against her chest and getting comfortable feeling their bellies touch. It was quite the vulnerable position. He absently played with her two teats, another thing she didn’t stop him from doing. A particularly intense squirt made him shudder, and he added, “So, into anything kinky?" 

“What, so you can have something over my head?” She snorted, and he could sense she was rolling her eyes at him. “How about you tell me what you’re into first?”

“That’s easy, I’m into bondage,” he joked, sliding one of his ribbons across her thigh. To his surprise, she shuddered, and not in a bad way. “Wait, really? You’re actually into—”

“Sh-shut up,” she said, shoving him weakly with a paw. “You’re the weirdo with the ribbons, not me. Not my fault if they have uses.”

He thought quickly, hesitant. “We could… try it sometime? I’m just saying, I’m here to stay. It sounds kinda fu—”

“Could you two be ANY LOUDER or more obvious?! Seriously, I left you alone for fifteen minutes and this happens...”

Their heads swiveled toward the hallway. There was his new trainer, fresh out of the shower with one towel wrapped around her body and another one around her hair, staring at them both with brilliant crimson cheeks and shock in her eyes. Or was that anger?

His ears fell. “Oh no.”

“B-busted,” Hazel agreed, ears also going flat to her skull. He had mixed feelings as he continued to squirt into her. She squeezed back almost reassuringly.

Their human stared at them for another few seconds before throwing her hands up with an exasperated groan. “For the love of Arceus— if you're going to do that, next time do it anywhere except on my expensive couch.”