Commisson for @knotthere(inkbunny), by @Thaddeus(Inkbunny) 

	“Tanza!  Use Boomburst!”  
	Every fiber of Sarana’s being thrummed with energy and excitement as a burst of distorted sound knocked dust from the ceiling and swept the paws of the critically injured Garchomp out from under it, leaving it unconscious...  Sarana sighed, shook her head, and looked down at the stack of paperwork in front of her.  All that energy was gone now, dissipated by this mindless, bureaucratic tedium.  When she had started out ten years ago on the journey to become a Pokemon master, she never imagined that there would be so much paper work at the end of the road.  The jubilation following the opposing Garchomp’s collapse was unrestrained only for the length of time it took for the referee to take her in to the Hall of Champions, and put the stack of paper into her hands.  
	It seemed ill-fitting that the newest champion should be crammed first thing into a tiny room, where her long red tail didn’t even have the room to flick back and forth behind her in annoyance; if it had, it would’ve been the full motion that went right to her white-furred rump.  Sarana had hoped that she and her team would at least get to pose for their picture first, but oh no… there was a wavier for that, and a release of information for some reason, both needed in triplicate.  She rolled her eyes and sighed again, and stretched in the all the luxurious fashion that only a cat can given her confines, and happened to notice a small blot of dried cum near the edge of the black spot in her otherwise white fur at her left shoulder.  Hoping there weren’t any other spots she missed, she slumped back into her chair defeated.
	“Anything wrong miss?”  Asked the kindly looking clerk, a short, plump bear in a simple dress that clashed pleasantly with her brown fur.  The woman had been stationed in the claustrophobic broom closet they used for this sort of thing in case she needed help.
	“I’d say a million bucks, but I just won that,” Sarana said trying not to sound peeved.  “But maybe a bigger room so I can let my team out?  They deserve a little free time.  Or maybe someone to do this crap for me?  I feel like they deserve my attention more than this drek.”
	‘I’m sorry dear, but I can’t do that.  Let me get you a cup of tea from the lounge.  That always soothes my nerves.”
	The lady left, and Sarana picked up her pen.  At least the room was a little more spacious now that the clerk had departed.  Skimming through the next document, she signed it, and did the same with the next, an exact copy of the previous, then again.  Why did everything have to be in threes?  Hadn’t they ever heard of carbon paper?  A few minutes later, the clerk squeezed her way back through a door too small for her and set a mug of tea on a saucer with a frosted snack cake at the corner of the desk, well away from where she was now writing what felt like her autobiography.  What the hell did they need all that info in writing for?  She thanked her with a mask of cheer and took a sip.  It was a berry tea, made with chesto and custap.  It wasn’t coffee, but it was invigorating and with its citrus-y scent and spicy flavor, it was pleasing to smell and taste.  
	“Thanks, it’s delicious.”  The clerk nodded and seated herself at her own desk.  
	The tea energized her, and was soon gone-as was the cake-and now her pen flew across the pages.  Not long after, Sarana turned over a page and found it to be the last.  She stretched and stood, unwilling to wait to get out of that room any longer, get her picture taken, and get on her way home.  It would be nice to sleep in her own bed with her Pokemon again after so long on the road. 
	“All done miss?”  
	“Yes ma’am.”
	‘You just leave all that right there then.  I’ll take care of it shortly.  It’s time for you and your teams photoshoot!”
	“Finally!  Can I let my Pokemon out now?”
	“My dear young lady…  Sarana, yes?  At least wait until we’re out of the room!”
	Sarana already had all six balls in her hand.  She sourly clutched them to her chest, and waited until the clerk left the room, followed, and the second the woman had shut the door, she tossed her balls and let the whole team out.  
	First to hit the ground with a mighty thud, Aias the Aggron announced himself with a roar that gave the poor clerk a heart-attack.  He moved protectively between her and the bear.  
	“Chill, Aias.  She’s friendly.”  So short was she that she had to stand on tiptoe and stretch to the limit to tickle the underside of his chin, and even still she only reached because he lowered his chin for her.  His silvery, plated hide blushed and he leaned into the scratches.  Onto her back climbed Duster, her Cinccino, squeaking happily.  His fluff was soft, contrasted with hers where they met on her neck, blended below that, and complimented the cream highlights of her light blue dress.  Standing out less well, Rith, her Vaporeon, blended in in reverse: near invisible where he lined up with her clothes, and easy to see against her fur.  He promptly jumped up on her like a great and mischievous puppy, fore-paws to her shoulders.  It took a lot of effort to not let him knock her down.  
	“RiiaACK!”
	Boss the Leafeon gleefully added his bulk to the mass of fur and scale she was becoming, and she was knocked backwards into Aias’s side, which startled him into another roar.
	Standing dignified and apart from this mess, her Delphox, Merlin, idly awaited for Sarana to assert some authority over the situation.  Near to him was the last of her Pokemon, Tanza, an over-sized shiney Noivern, who pranced around the edges, emitting screeches that finally prompted an investigation by security.  
	“I think I can find the Hall of Champions from here!” she said, waving off security and the clerk in a hurry.  Several problems were quickly making themselves known, and she wished to deal with them on her own, out of the judgmental eyes of the public.
	“Well, if you insist dear,” said the clerk, and reluctantly the guards sauntered off with her to their offices.  “I’ll notify the champion.  He’ll meet you down there.”
	“Thank you!” 
	“Calm down guys!  Now, come on, we have a picture to take, and I expect you all to be on your best behavior.  If you all are, we can have fun later.  But not now!” she whispered, not wanting to be overheard by the retreating staff.  Sarana pushed Rith and Boss down.  Both of them were partially unsheathed, and Duster was humping her shoulder.  She was immensely grateful for Merlin’s self control, and that Tanza, with a genital slit, required more direct stimulation to show.  Most worrying to her was Aias, who’s massive cock reached from her ass to midway between her shoulder blades.  Thankfully, Tanza’s unusual size, coloration, and excitability kept all eyes on him.  
	“Now walk with me.  I promise we can play soon.”
	Aias went down on all fours, penis trailing on the floor until it had shrunk enough to not get in the way.  She tried not to think of the wet streak that he left behind.  Duster’s was ever present, and she was worried that the only solution would be to put him in his ball to stop him from cumming on her shoulder.  But on the way, she found a bathroom, and ducked inside, thinking of a better solution.
	“Just one moment guys.  You stay here and make sure no one bothers us while we’re in here, got it?”
	Aias and Merlin took up spots on either side of the door with Tanza between them, Rith and Boss on the other side of the hall, and Duster continued to hump her shoulder.  
	“What am I going to do with you, you little hornball?” she said, scruffing him blind while passing though the door into the little dimly lit, grossly yellow room and held him like a bad cat in front of her.  His cock dribbled and bounced with his rapid heartbeat.  “I was about to put you in your ball because of this thing!”  She pushed his little dick down and set it bouncing, and placed him on the counter by the sink, then grabbed his thing firmly.  It was enough to wrap her hand around it; it was about the length and width of her thumb, and conical.  It was wet and smooth.  As soon as she did, Duster thrust hard into it.
	“No!  Nononono, you’ll make a mess all over my dress!”  Cutely, he put a hand to his mouth and looked disappointed.  “Alright, fine.”  
	Sarana got to her knees and took him into her muzzle.  
	It was only a short term fix.  One that lasted about as long as it took for the photo registration of her team.  Even then, when standing in front of Aggron, she could feel his impatient cock prodding at her back.  A firm grip and firmer words put it to rights, but the former champion noticed.  Sarana laughed it off, and he joined in.  
	“It happens all the time,” he said, “especially with big aggressive Pokemon like him.” She still felt like she had dodged a bullet, in spite of his assurance it was common, and resolved to have further stern words with Aias at a later date.
	When the ceremony and all the fanfare that came with it was over with, her Pokemon were even more energetic than ever, but the effect of the tea had long since worn off, and Sarana was ready to return to the icy climbs of home and sleep for a week.  Not that the bright sunlight, verdant fields, rich forests, open seas, golden metropolises and homely villages here and elsewhere weren’t nice, but she liked the cold, and rather missed her little cottage on the outskirts of Snowpoint.  And as she ordered everyone but Tanza into their balls for the trip, it was all that she could think of.
	It was not the only thing on all minds though, as Tanza spread his wings and began the long flight, and before they had been going long, Sarana found her beloved Pokemon slowing and descending among the tall grasses and short cliffs of route two-twenty five.  She slid off, and came around to face him, full of concerned questions, but they died in her throat.  Stepping up to him, she embraced him, and kissed the tips of his hemipeens.  
	They were each a little shorter than her forearm, but comparatively slender.  Of all her Pokemon, it was the hardest to deep-throat; thin enough that she could breath, but long enough to reach the bottom and cum directly into her stomach, and textured and squirmy in ways that were impossible to get used to.    
	Sensing the change in plans, and with her suckling on Noivern’s tips, everyone else popped out of their balls, looking to get in on the action.  They all lined up, jockeying for the position of next.  Even Merlin, aloof and resolute, joined the kerfuffle.  Sarana just focused on Tanza, licking up his sweet precum until the commotion behind began to get out of hand.  A little pushing and shoving was to be expected; watching Duster sail through her field of vision after getting punted by a mountain of living metal was rather too much!
	“Now now guys, you all know better.  There is enough of me to go around for all of you!  Just… just wait!”  She looked around, and found a likely path, and ordered the poor, blue-balled Tanza to fly above and scout for trainers to avoid.  Then she beckoned her friends to follow under the shade of the dense trees along a narrow wild Pokemon path to where it met and ran under the edge of a large sandstone cliff.  It rose tall and orange with traces of red, yellow and brown, blocking further travel.  It absorbed the hot sun, leaving the sparsely treed area below it cool.  Soft grasses and colorful wildflowers spread out like a multicolored carpet under the thinning trees at the cliff’s foot, and she nodded.  This would do nicely for a romp.
	Sarana threw off her nice dress, hanging it with her panties and sports bra over a low hanging branch, then sprawled on the ground, tail laid between her spread legs and arms open to the sky.  Overhead, wild Combee and Butterfree fluttered, a Pidgot nested in the crown of the highest trees, and dozens of Spearow sang in the branches.  Dappled sun fell on her face, but it was blotted out by the smallest of her team.  Duster climbed on her chest, little cock ever-erect, his tiny, pert testicles swaying adorably under his sheath.  He slid down to her neck and straddled it, and Sarana took him into her muzzle.  
	Between her legs, Rith licked her pussy.  She didn’t need to look to know it was him; he had the coldest nose of them all, and there was no mistaking the amount of watery slobber.  He was practically a living bottle of lube.  Sarana could hear Aias stomping around and fuming that he wasn’t getting first go, but did his training credit and held himself in check.
	Arguably he least unique feeling of her Pokemon and least intense was Vaporeon, and that was why he usually got to go first.  His penis was slipperiest, and while it held the same distinct canine shape as Boss’s and Merlin’s with a thick, medium length shaft and bulbous knot at the base, it was squishier, its curves and shapes less robust, and it was more flexible, so it always fit her perfectly no matter what order in which he laid her.  With Duster in the way, she couldn’t see Rith, so she closed her eyes and let him hump her muzzle at his own pace, a frenetic speed fitting his size and ridiculous energy, and luxuriated in the perfect fit feeling of her trusted friends giving her the gift of seed.
	Cinncino expended himself first, and toppled off her in paralyzed ecstasy, revealing Rith hunching his hips towards her, ready to slide into her pussy.  Merlin came and crouched over her, his veiny and knotted cock in his hands.  He knelt over her chest and nestled it between her small breasts.  Rith’s tip touched her nether lips, then hilted into her unexpectedly hard.  Sarana grimaced, and Delphox turned and growled at Vaporeon.  She let it go; such interactions were unavoidable between oppositely aligned Pokemon, and her starters’ particular protectiveness exacerbated it.  It was enough to her that they got along most of the time, didn’t fight each other now, instead preferring to enjoy the charms of her body.
	It was a shame that this time around, her beloved Delphox wouldn’t get to knot her.  Ever since the beginning, theirs seemed a closer, more intimate thing than with the rest, no matter how much she-and they-loved each other.  His slippery cock rubbed across her white fur.  Sarana closed her eyes again and swished Duster’s sweet seed in her muzzle a little more, then swallowed.  It was a tiny load, like a packet of liquid sugar.
	Rith and Merlin went at different speeds, and were terribly out of sync with each other.  The uneven forward push of them at awkward times in relation to each other moved her inch by gritty inch across the ground until she came to rest in the crook of two large roots at the base of a tree several feet from where her clothes hung.  Sarana could feel bits of twig, rises and dips in the ground shift and move between her shoulder blades as they let out their pent up love and lust on her.  
	Merlin was by far the gentler of the two, and having the gift of hands, cupped her small breasts around his knotted cock and kneaded her nipples between thumb and forefinger.  The slippery coating was rubbing off and moistening her fur.  It was pleasurable, but her real joy in it was helping out her beloved friend.  She wanted to give him a kiss, and even pursed her lips for it, but Delphox had his eyes shut tight.
	Between her legs, Vaporeon jack-hammered at her folds.  Sarana was certain Rith’s dick was a little shorter and thinner than Boss or Merlin, but at the knot, it was wider and longer.  But it was so well lubricated, so much squishier than the others that it was nothing but silky smooth from beginning to end.  He was chilly though, and it took some time for him to warm up enough that she stopped clenching just from the shivers.  But every thrust, from the first cold one to the last, liquidy warm one, it was never anything but amazing.  
	Sarana was caught off guard by a splash of steaming seed across her muzzle.  Merlin’s ejaculate was salty and had a spiciness to it that was invigorating.  It was also physically very hot, almost uncomfortable at first touch.  A second rope splattered her, and she opened her mouth to catch the rest.  The third splashed across her tongue, and she couldn’t help but purr as his hot, spicy, silky gift spread across her tongue and to the back of her throat and dripped down her chin and neck.  She licked her lips clean, then kissed the tip of her first Pokemon’s penis, slurping the last couple of drops dribbling from his cock, and then urged him to get up.
	A shrill whistle from above caught everyone’s attention.
	“Rith, hurry up, and don’t knot!  Aias, Boss!  Go into the woods and watch for them and buy us whatever time you can; and for the love of Areceus, don’t be seen this time!  Merlin, grab my stuff, we need to go when he’s finished!”
	Vaporeon doubled down on her hard, and the others scrambled to obey.  Her bag was dropped next to her, and though it was difficult with the rising tension in her midriff from an on coming orgasm and the enthusiastic thrusts of her friend, she reached for Dusters pokeball.  Rippling contractions and copious, watery seed flooded her as she aimed, and the beam missed.  She dropped the ball, gasping.  
	“Cin!  Cinicci!” her Cinccino chirruped, picking up his ball and putting it back into the bag.
	“Y-you won’t be able... t-to keep up!  Y-you need to get in-get in your ball!”  On the ground naked but for a cum necklace, with a spurting cock between her legs was not the best choice of attire or situation for being stern, but the message got through.  Duster reached into the bag to fetch his ball as Sarana rose, but the thudding and screeching Aias, with Boss at his side, came through the woods and back into the clearing, charging full speed towards them.  Boss barked at the others, and Aias ran at Sarana, scooped her up, and threw her his shoulder.  Duster got a lucky grab on a ridge on his tail as he passed, and was taken along for an unpleasant ride.  Merlin snagged her dress, scooped up her bag, and chased after, and Rith ran uncomfortably behind them, his stiff, leaking cock knotted outside his sheath and slapping loud and wetly over every rock and log they jumped over.
	Sarana was taken off guard by the suddenness of their evacuation, but from her new position she glimpsed a small group of trainers.  She counted four, but she wasn’t certain; Aias’s rapid movement and the closing foliage made it very difficult to be sure.  One pointed up into the trees where they entered.  She looked where they were pointing.  It was her panties.  It was tempting to order Aias and the others to turn around-were they not newly victorious over the Elite Four?  They could crush them, and she could get her panties back.  
	Aggron ran with her over his shoulders for a long time.  Her ass grew cold, and the mess Rith had made of her pussy spread over Aias’s chest and grew stale, and his cock unknotted and slid inside.  Every so often, a screech from Tanza above gave her Pokemon directions to avoid areas with others so they wouldn’t run into them while her condition remained compromised.  She still wanted to go back and confront the other trainers, but either the time to think or the ceaseless bouncing knocked some sense into her.  Recognized that her Pokemon had acted in the best possible way helped her to her tongue.
	They gradually slowed down, and whistled directions from their eyes in the sky became less and less frequent until only wild Pokemon and the wind kept them company for long intervals.  The trees grew closer together for a time, forcing them to walk carefully in single file and circumnavigate large clumps of foliage.  The cliff had long since been lost to sight.  In a small clearing just past one of these dense knots of trees, Sarana forced a stop so that she could clean and walk.  Everything from her abs to her breasts were sore from repeated impacts with Aias’s heavily plated shoulder.  She lovingly cleaned his chest and wiped her thighs of Vaporeon’s seed with a dirty t-shirt from her bag.  None of her ‘mon enjoyed being covered in each others jizz, except Duster, the little perv, but he rarely got to enjoy that feeling.  Sarana bundled the used up shirt deep among her other soiled clothes, then she set the littlest of her friends on her shoulder and they continued on, with Merlin at the lead, Aias second, Boss and Rith behind her, and Tanza still in sky and totally out of sight.
	Through small gaps in the canopy, the sun was glimpsed traveling on its downward arc, well past its zenith but still a little while yet from evening.  Their path had changed at the last direction from Tanza to head right into it,.  The cum in her pussy had long since gummed up her lower lips, and it was getting uncomfortable.  Duster also began to feel heavy on her shoulder, and his fidgeting and constant masturbation made it harder than it needed to be.  The cliff had come back into view on their right almost without them noticing over the course of an hour, and now helped guide them in the direction of Tanza’s increasingly distant and infrequent whistles.  The trees thinned, and the cliff curved away sharply to cradle a small pond maybe thirty feet across.  It looked like a giant scoop had been taken out of the side, creating an unlikely space for a little oasis.  The trees in this little space were sparse, but their crowns spread out, shading the glen right up to the thin sandy lip that rimmed it two thirds of the way around.  The far end of the pond lapped at the rocky cliff, carving away at it and creating a small, mossy overhang where a short pokemon could potentially hide from view.  A short, narrow waterfall cascaded from a low point in the otherwise tall stone face where the creek above had eroded the stone.  Water and light shimmered in the air about it, throwing rainbows.  Tanza frolicked under the waterfall, scales glistening and furry rough matted to his hide, waiting for them all to join him in this hidden paradise.
	“We must be a long way away from the nearest people if you’re down here playing around, Tanza!”  Noivern stepped out of the falls and nodded emphatically.  
	“Good.  That means we can finish what we started!  But first, a refreshing dip!”
	Sarana ran to the water and dived in, Rith at her heels.  Boss laid on the sand at the waters edge, extended a couple of vines into it, and then rolled onto his side.  Sarana couldn’t not note his healthy package, balls sagging onto his inner thigh, and the tip of his penis peaking, as if begging for a warm pair of lips to wrap it up in warmth.  Merlin dropped her bag and dress at the foot of a tree he passed, then stepped into the water where the edge of the pond was steepest, and sat still, looking deep in thought, his stick moved to a safer place in the fur on his head.  Steam rose around him.  Duster swam away from where she had left him when she sank below the waters surface to Merlin, and climbed onto his shoulder, where he chittered happily in spite of going almost entirely ignored.  Aias, a bare second behind them, bellyflopped into the water, sending large waves that soaked Leafeon and just managed to reach Delphox, both of whom scolded him in their respective manners: Boss a chill bark, and Merlin with a level-headed lecture.  Always the tough guy, Aias made like he didn’t care, but she saw him sulking as he waded toward deeper water.  
	“Come here, big guy,” Sarana said, and beckoned to him.  “I know what will make you feel better.”
	Aias came wading back toward her then, the wake of his passage generating more waves, but gentler ones that nevertheless still washed up to the others.  Merlin bore this one more stoically; Duster was nearly knocked from his shoulder perch; Rith slid below without a ripple of his own to avoid the turbulence, and Boss scrambled away from the new, higher wave breaks.  He churred irritably in Aggron’s general direction as he circled around to higher ground behind Merlin and Duster and lay back down to nap.
	Sarana leapt towards Aias, and he grabbed her around the middle.  His grip was tight, but not enough to impede her breath.  It had taken a great many tries before he was able to hold her without hurting her, and even longer for other things…  Of which, one very prominent one rose from the water like a Steelix; long and hard as steel between her legs.  It rubbed against her bare pussy and made her tingle and purr.  It had been something of a discovery to her-and one that she pitied every young lady who had an Aggron of their own that didn’t know-that Aggrons were among the few land pokemon with a prehensile penis.  It was thin for a pokemon of his size, but ‘thin’ was relative; her forearm would’ve looked thin hanging between his legs.  Luckily, it wasn’t that thick at the point at which it could fit in.  She’d never be able to take something with that kind of girth.  It was like the handle of a tennis racket in terms of thickness for the best part of it(though it widened considerably at the base), and was as flexible as a rubber hose.  And it was long too.  Whether or not it had a right to be as long as it was for his height and weight she didn’t know.  It was long enough for him to suck on it himself, which she occasionally caught him doing when he thought he was alone and she hadn’t been in a position to get him laid like she liked to.  It was also very smooth, almost entirely featureless, for which she was grateful.  She loved having every inch of it in her that would fit, and delighted in it wiggling around in her like it had a life of its own.  
	She could feel him bending and flexing against her wet pussy, slipping against her in silky, sinuous, serpentine ways that none of her other Pokemon were able to emulate as it caressed up between her thighs like a giant’s finger, then between her butt cheeks.  It caught between them, and for a moment, it seemed like he was going in the back door, poking her anus just enough to make the finely tapered tip start to slip in, but then it was gone.  It slid up front then, between their bodies, between their chests, and poked out between her breasts.  The narrow tip glistened wetly, a spot of white in the grooved tip.  She grabbed it and kissed it, and licked away the drop.  Sarana wanted to suck on it, to squeeze it firmly like she knew he liked, but it shimmied back down by whatever amazing musculature that gave that tool its mobility.  Down, down, down it wormed its way back between her thighs and sought after one or another of her holes; Aias seemed to like anal more, but he was clearly not interested in that hole today or he would’ve stayed there when his tip touched it the first time.  Maybe it was just that he couldn’t see.  Normally she was on her stomach on a table or something else elevated for him.  
	Tanza and Duster watched them with great interest, while Merlin looked dispassionately anywhere but at them, and Boss continued to drowse in the sun at the pond’s edge.  Rith remained elusive, lurking somewhere beneath the gentle ripples they made as they prepared to mate.  
	Aias took his sweet time deciding which hole he wanted, switching back and forth from one to the other.  He was almost never so undecided, and Sarana felt this a rather nice change of pace to the usual, high speed domination; when he wanted sex, he might have been using a move out of Duster’s move set, because he was extreme speed incarnate.  But as much as she would’ve liked for that pleasant gentleness to continue, it was never a thing that could be expected to last.  Control was not his strong suit.  The impact of his tip into her cervix was as exciting as it was painful.  He winced empathically with her, then began thrusting with his usual uncontrolled lust for her delicate body.
	It was a remarkable sensation to feel him so deep, and never feel stretched.  The feel of him wiggling around inside like his cock was an absurdly long finger was something else too, pressing against one spot, then another, and then another, sometimes in combinations, others just a single point of pressure somewhere in her birth canal.  Sarana doubted that Aias knew exactly what he was doing, but she felt like he was playing her pussy like a musician played an instrument, and like any good musician, he was improving, hitting and holding sweet notes and creating complicated melodies on her pipe organ all the time.  The slick sound of moist flesh that always accompanied their pairing couldn’t be heard over the rumble and wave of water, or her moans, or the appreciative chirps and whistles from Duster and Tanza, or the lazy slaps of the resurfaced Rith’s tail against the pond’s surface.
	The staccato beat of him inside her was familiar and reverberated through her, and in spite of its intensity, the way he held her and his increasing skill in handling her lolled her into a wonderful state of pleasured half awareness where she abandoned herself wholly to the motions, letting Aias take charge, and let her mind wander through the passage of time.  And it took time.  A surprising amount of it.  Perhaps he was tired out after hours of running mere hours after the longest, toughest fight of his life.  Sarana couldn’t blame him.  It only meant her ride was that much longer and smoother, and she made a mental note to always battle him before letting him breed her.
	Rith, in a perpetually mischievous mood, squirted them from the side, surprising them both.  Aias flinched, and his grip slackened.  He bucked extra hard, and the bottom of Sarana’s stomach dropped out of her; a good thing too, as she relaxed rather than clenched, and the long narrow penis pushed past her cervix and slammed into the back of her uterus.  She yowled and clenched then, and Aggron roared.  It didn’t hurt nearly as much as she expected it to, nor as much as it had in the past.  This time it just felt weird.  Uncomfortable for sure, but not painful.  Nevertheless, she struggled to get him out of her, pushing away from him with her feet and flailing.  
	Then the shock of Aias’s voluminous load, trapped in her womb registered.  It made her feel bloated and hot.  Not too hot though.  Rith had seen to that, and she cursed and thanked him in her head as the strangeness of the feeling and the bloating worked its strange magic on her and she rose to climax with a sudden and fervent yowl.  She continued struggling against Aggron in the awkward, orgasm fueled frenzy of mixed signals from her body, and he let go, thinking something was wrong with her.  This made her topple backward into the water with his dick still in her, filling her with a continuous stream of seed.
	Merlin launched himself forward to help, leaving Duster to fall into the water where Merlin had been a fraction of a second before, and Rith, having submerged and vanished in the instant he had done his dirty trick, was resurfacing to the chaos he had created.  Boss causally flicked his vines out without getting up to save the floundering Cinccino.
	Sarana flopped around in the shallow water, head below, still half clutching, half pushing away from Aias’s midriff with her knees and feet and connected to him by his prick.  She could feel that connection slipping as the pressure in her core built and force it out.  Holding her breath while having an orgasm was a hell of a feat, and a little water got into her nose and made her sinuses burn.  In among the tumult, strong hands hooked under her armpits, and pulled her head above the surface and off Aias’s cock.  She gasped for air, then again as Aggron’s long, sinuous penis popped free of her.  He continued to cum, jetting sperm everywhere.  It flexed wildly, splattering it over all three of them.  Large clouds of white billowed out from her folds and where the last few jets of cum squirted impotently into the pond.  
	Having waited until he was sure that Sarana was okay, Merlin dunked himself to clean off.  He looked incredibly menacing as he stood back up, curls of steam billowing off him when he scolded Aias and Rith, who both looked meek under his imperious and angry glare.  She got up and put a hand on Delphox’s shoulder and told him it was okay; it was a poorly thought out prank that might have been been funny at another time.  Merlin gestured angrily, conveying that he felt her nearly being drowned and getting sprayed in another pokemon’s cum was not his idea of a very good joke, then went and sat himself down by Duster, and rather forcibly resat the little one on his shoulder.  She waved at Vaporeon and Aggron, intending for them to go do their own thing for a time, and followed her friend to his seat.
	“Aw, don’t be like that, Merlin,” Sarana whispered. “and let me make you feel better.”  She put her hands around Delphox’s neck, and pulled him into a kiss.  His fur above the line of the water was very hot and already dry, and the water around him was warmer than anywhere else.  A little steam curled up from where the water lapped at his chest and the fluff in his ears.  He resisted at first, and she felt a little hurt and pulled back, but he cooled-literally and figuratively-very quickly, and responded to having his lap full of small, sexy cat girl grinding on him.  Duster tried to get involved, and she wanted to let him, but she saw the way Merlin rolled his eyes when he tried.
	“Duster, go play with Boss.  You know the others like sharing a little less than you.  Now is for Merlin.”  The poor boy looked so crestfallen, but there wasn’t much for it.  He’d get many more chances to mate with her.  She gave him a quick peck and returned her attention to Merlin, who had grown considerably more aroused, and now a hot piece of cock was sandwiched between her legs.  
	She ground on his shaft while they hugged and made out like horny teenagers in the shaded shallows.  Delphox’s fingers explored her ravenously.  Perhaps he had been watching her and Aias after all, and had already been aroused by her slutty moans, or maybe he was just riled still.  Whatever the reason, he took her more aggressivly than usual, grabbing her ass-cheeks and lifting her by them, and dropping her on it rather than the more gentle ways he favored.  It felt very much like Rith’s cock going in, but way hotter and firmer, or like Boss’s, but longer and wider.  Even with the sudden impalement, he was much more gentle than any of the others.  His every move felt calculated to be as precise and pleasurable as possible.  His first few thrusts were very slow and only after the tip of his prick kissed the deep end of her canal did he really pick up the pace.  The glorious heat radiating from it was amazing, and getting hilted by it in a snow drift at home was one of the most incredible feelings she knew.  The water helped, but the warmth here made it a little uncomfortable.  But she didn’t love it any less.  It was a little taste of an inferno inside her, and she craved the molten feeling of his cum inside.  
	The sand on the bottom of the pond was soft and grainy, and cradled her knees.  It was much easier on them than the hard stones on the bottom of the lake near home.  Sarana planted her knees in it on either side of his thrusting hips and put a hand to his chest to stop him humping.  She placed a hand to each side of his chin and then rose up to kiss him.  His cock slid half way out as she rose, but no further.  Their tongues slid together, his long, flat, broad one and her short rough one tying into a slippery tangle, and then she dropped back down onto his lap.  Merlin leaned forward to keep their lips together and his cock speared deep into her, and she moaned his name into his muzzle.  
	The knot was just becoming noticeable, and Sarana loved the way it stretched her.  She rose up, pushing Merlin back against the crumbling edge, then dropped herself past the little bulge.  Delphox broke the kiss; he leaned his head back and huffed.  The air in front of his muzzle shimmered with heat.  She rose in his lap again, and dropped.  The bulge was a little larger now.  Warm wet hands caressed her body, grabbing her small breasts and scratching at the base of her tail, but never yanking.  Merlin knew so well where to grab and pet to make her feel good.  
	Wrapping her arms around his back, she began thrusting herself down on it hard and fast.  The sudden change of pace enthused Merlin, and he took his hands from her and let her ride how she wanted, then appeared to change his mind and wrapped her up like she had with him, and tilted his hips up to meet her’s.  Every few strokes the knot was noticeably larger, and when it reached the point that it became a struggle to pull herself off it and push it back in, she sat herself down on it and waited for it to lock them together.  Sarana could feel it expanding inside her, and she rocked her hips to keep the feelings going.  As it got bigger, it pushed on more and more of her buttons, and she couldn’t stop the first clench on that beefy knob of flesh as she began to climax over it.  Each squeeze felt better than the last, setting off the next, and the next.  
	Merlin howled without sound, but a great heat was felt above as he spewed a gout of flame over her head.  She was grateful that she was small; so well controlled the rest of the time, Delphox was the only one who wasn’t capable of cumming quietly.  She guessed the pent up passion had to get out somehow, and she giggled into his chest as the heat above faded away and the heat inside increased.  He was warm and soft, and she was going to be there awhile, so she snuggled in close and tried to let herself drift away.  Hopefully after a nice catnap, they would be unstuck, and maybe they could get moving.
	No such luck for the nap.
	Boss had other plans, and clearly thought that he had waited quite long enough, and that his trainer’s predicament was a perfect opportunity to get his turn.  It took Sarana only a second to recognize the probe as that of a vine.  A thin vine with a tapered tip.  It prodded at her anus, and she sat bolt upright, shivering at the contact.  Merlin looked around, wondering what had stirred her, and looked vaguely annoyed when she whispered in his ear how Boss was being naughty.  Halfway through the explanation, the tip of Boss’s vine pushed into her backdoor, and she bit her lip.  Plain water didn’t make a great lubricator, even for something as thin as that.  She wanted to look behind herself at Boss.  She imagined him standing in the shallows behind her, and that he had an intense, focused look in his eyes and a vivid red erection between his yellow furred hind legs.
	The vine worked its way very deep; it was thin and supple and intelligently guided, so it got far deeper than anything else could and pushed in places that by rights should never ever feel anything touching there, sneaking around bends that even Aias’s long, supple rod couldn’t get at.  Sarana shivered and clenched on Merlin’s knot.  The vine writhed in her for several minutes alone, and then there was another equally pliable vine pushed inside.  Boss worked her to climax while he worked her open.  Merlin couldn’t complain even though he wanted to; it was pleasurable to him to have Sarana squirming and orgasming on his thick knot, and it was the only reason why when Boss mounted up that he didn’t lecture him on personal space.  She assumed that there was some kind of agreement that as long as their balls didn’t touch, things would be okay.  The thought caused her to giggle between gasps; her friends were certainly not gay, but did they have the notions about it that her high school classmates did?  
	The vines retracted, leaving her feeling empty, and Boss began playing the tease; poking at her warmed up ass and not giving her what she knew that he knew that she wanted.  She was sorely tempted to just order him inside; he would’ve done it and enjoyed it and been happy regardless.  But she had a feeling that it would’ve made it awkward for all of them just the same.  More awkward that it was already for Merlin at least, who liked his space at least as much as Aias did or Duster didn’t.
	The tip poked part way in, and then slipped out.  Then again, and again.  What is with Boss today, she wondered?  It wasn’t like him to be a tease.  That was Rith’s job, to be the prankster.  Well, two could play that game.  When it slid between her cheeks and poked her butt, she clenched hard and denied him entry.  He responded by pushing harder.  Sarana could feel the tip starting to slip in.  It was too wet and slippery and she gathered all her strength to clench the hardest she could.  
	Boss pushed more firmly, just as she hoped, gritted her teeth and then she let go.  He slammed all the way in and Sarana winced.  The impact was heavy, and his tip prodded hard into the wall of her rectum.  Mustering her strength one more time, she clenched again, and held Leafeon’s penis inside her.  She knew that if he really wanted to pull out, there wasn’t much she could do to stop him.  She knew she was strong, but she also knew that the she couldn’t hope to out muscle a champion.  
	Between Boss’s cock in her ass and Merlin’s in her pussy, she felt very full indeed, and if she moved just right, she could feel the two cocks rubbing together, separated by the thin layer of muscle that  defined her vaginal and her digestive tracts.  Boss panted and Merlin growled.  She guessed he didn’t enjoy the feeling of another dick rubbing against him, even when balls deep in her.  She tightened her stomach, hoping that it might help him not feel it, then unclenched.  Boss wasn’t getting away now; his knot held him inside.  
	Sarana was willing to bet that Merlin could still feel that.  There wasn’t much she could do about the size of the two knots in her, and that they pushed on each other.  There just wasn’t enough room.  They both set their teeth as Boss started moving.  It was good for her, even if it wasn’t necessarily as good as it being in the other side, but with Delphox in there, every move set off both holes.  Merlin wasn’t moving, but it was almost as good as if he was.  
	There was a fire in his eyes that she didn’t like at first, and it made it hard to enjoy the much to rare double penetration she was enjoying, and she whispered to him that she was sorry he wasn’t enjoying it.  But after a few minutes, his eyes glazed over and he shot another load of hot, viscous spunk into her.  And in the few seconds when Boss stopped for a moment to get his paws positioned better, she could feel both of them throbbing.  The gentle rocking motion of her body and her squeezing on them both was getting him off.
	She surrendered herself completely to the fucking.  Merlin had-whatever his initial feelings about it were-and suddenly everything got a lot better.  Almost immediately Sarana climaxed.  There was so much pressure inside that she squirted, not a thing she did often.  The warm water dissipated as it exited her, neither of her handsome mates any wiser.  She tried to hold herself up on her Delphox’s shoulders to help him and boss maintain a little added distance from each other, but her arms shook with the effort of supporting herself and Boss against the relentless pounding to her ass, making it near impossible to keep it up.  A second and third orgasm rocked her body, and she couldn’t do it any more.  Her muzzle crashed down into Merlin’s chest fluff, soft and hot and welcoming.
  
	Sarana was shaken awake by a strong orgasm and movement between her legs.  She was under the trees on the beach well above the water line.  The sun was near to setting, and looking to be dinner time.  She gave up hopes of being home in time to cook on a stove, but didn’t worry.  There were provisions enough in her bag for them for several more nights if necessary.  She looked around for her Pokemon, to see where they were and what they were getting up to.  Beneath the waterfall, Aias and Tanza tussled, and Merlin had finished his long soak in the pond.  He was sitting on a branch in a tree nearby, legs and balls dangling off the side looking handsome and succulent at this angle, looking to and fro with ears perked, scrutinizing every sight and sound.  He saw her awake, and looked at her, then away towards a twig snapping in the woods.  Neither Boss nor Rith were anywhere in sight, and she guessed they were patrolling.  Having no idea how long she had been out for, it was important that her friends were making sure they were all safe in their little oasis.  Last of all and nearest at hand was Duster, the source of her wake up, going to town between her legs.  The little horn ball had clearly been going at her for quite some time.  His fur was wet and matted, and her pussy was so soaked in cum that she could feel it sticking her bottom to the grass.  His tiny little penis only penetrated an inch and a half, and was barely as big around as her forefinger at its thickest point, but she was sensitive, and she shuddered to a weak climax.  
	“Duster, that’s enough.” she panted.  “You’d go forever if I let you.”
	Duster turned tail and ran off chittering into the brush.  His glistening red, seed streaked penis throbbed and dripping seminal fluids over the grass and leaf-litter as he did.  Sarana sat up and spread her labia.  There was so much jizz!  Where did it all come from?  Was it all his, or was some of that Aias’s and Merlin’s?  She looked at him and saw he was still hard and was utterly mystified.  How on earth could the little guy still be so hard?  How could he cum so much?  Her legs were a little wobbly after the extended somnophilic reaming, and her thighs protested the walk to the water’s edge.  She washed her privates and soaked in it until the sun began to set.  The water cleansed the aches and semen away, and left her feeling cool and refreshed.  All her Pokemon continued to attend to their own things, leaving her to just relax and enjoy.  
	Merlin helped her dry when she called him, and then helped her heat a pot of spring water for stew.  It was little more than chunked Miltank beef in a broth of spring water seasoned with salt, a dash of their dwindling spice supply, and some mushrooms Boss dug up in some caves a few days earlier.  The water was soon boiling and fragrant steam rose from the pot.  Boss and Rith, lured by the savory scent, appeared from the foliage.  Aias and Tanza, tired from wrestling, came to join them, expectant and hungry.  But Tanza was looking at her almost as much as the pot.  ‘Poor boy,’ Sarana thought, ‘he has been getting put off all day.’ she thought.  He’d have to be put off a little longer though.  The food came first.
	Out came the bowls, and a spoon for herself and those of her friends who could use one, including a one eighth teashpoon for Duster.  All was a happy kerfuffle of tinkling metal camp-ware, chittering, muttering, hooting, whistling, chewing and slurping, with a helping of berries and tomfoolery; Rith was up to his tricks, trying to snag Aias’s oran berries, and Duster was tottering around with his too large bowl and sometimes perching on top of others heads or knees, much to the perches amusement, benevolence, tolerance, or annoyance.  Tanza ate his stew in a tree.  He dropped his bowl, spilling its contents over Rith.  Rith took it in stride, absorbing the chunks of meat the broth into his body, then blasted it all out in a spray right back at Tanza, who caught at least some of the watered down stew in his bowl, and dodged the remainder.  To say that dinner was a loud, hectic, messy affair would be an understatement, but none of them would have had it any other way.  And when food time was over and everyone had gotten their fair share of sweet things for dessert, Rith cleaned the dishes and Aias swept the ground with his strong tail.  
	It was a little early for setting up camp and she though they might still make it to the Battle Tower and arrange accommodations before midnight if they left immediately, but Sarana gave in to the idea of staying there for the night, and set up the tent with with a helping hand from Merlin and a hindering one from Duster, while Aias and went on a patrol and Boss created a few leafy barriers with his control of plants.  Tanza flew up to the clifftop and perched, surveying the clearing.  He cut a striking figure: crouched, wings out and turned down, gripping the edge with his claw-like fingers and talons tearing into the rock.  The setting sun brought out the reds and yellows but muted the browns in it, making it seem like the rock was on fire; but the trees threw Tanza into shadow, making him appear dark and brooding, and even more abnormally large than he actually was.  His eyes reflected the light eerily, and slivers of light seeping through the trees highlighted his wiry, muscly body like reverse Arcanine stripes.  It was a body she yearned for.
	“Tanza, help me up,” she called, coming to the edge of the cliff where it met the pond.  Silent and fluid as a shadow, he didn’t so much fly off the cliff as floated down, and gripped her about the sides with his strong talons and wrapped his tail under her shoulders and returned with her to his perch.  He released her a few inches above the ground, then sat himself down exactly where he had been before, fitting claws and talons in to grooves into the sandstone.  Sarana sat at his side and dangled her legs over the edge of the cliff.  Anxiety gripped her, and she shifted closer and leaned into him, and he wrapped his wing protectively around her.  Next to him, she was too high up for her fear of heights to reach.
	“I think it’s time I paid you a little attention.  I’m sorry necessity kept you waiting.”  Sarana said, sliding a hand into his lap and fondled his slit.  Twin points of pink peaked through the stretchy lips of his genital slit.  She rubbed them, and was rewarded with a sigh and the joy of watching them swell and glisten in the sunlight.  They spread away from each other, one away, and one towards herself.  She grabbed the nearer and made love to it with her eyes.  It was such an amazing shape.  Long, narrow and gently curving covered with nearly invisible, asymmetrical ridges, flared head that formed a shallow cup.  The hole was near the bottom edge of that cup and protruded from the rest of the curved surface by a half inch.  The edge was ringed with tiny, flexible nubs.  It was like it was meant to fit over her cervix like a massage cap and hold the tip right at the entrance.  She tilted it towards her muzzle and kissed the tip, then licked the protruding tip, and then took it into her mouth.  The nubs on the edge contracted over her muzzle and tickled her whiskers while she sucked on it.  Tanza leaned backwards and angled his hips at her.  
	Even with this one curving towards her, the angle wasn’t the most pleasant to suckle at.  Sweet taste or no, there was only so much contorting Sarana could do safely on a cliff.  Tanza seemed lost in bliss, and flumped onto his back, pulling her down with him.  
	On his back and a little farther from the edge, she had more room to do as she pleased with him, but she encouraged him to scoot further away for comfort.  Tanza wrapped himself with his wings and rolled.  Sarana laughed as he went rolling by.  He stopped and opened his wings to show her his erections again, both lengths shiny and wet, the ridges giving his penises a curious undulating look, and the tips filled and spilled over with his sweet pre.  She knelt between his skinny, wide-spread legs, and pulled first one, then the other to her lips and kissed one.  Then she kissed the other, and lapped up the slippery, flavorful pre and tongued the soft, rubbery tip, then went back to the other.
	Sarana wished she had enough hands and mouths to administer to both of his cocks at the same time as she went back to the other one and rubbed it from base to just below the flared head.  She straddled his body, his twin cocks flexing against her pussy, one to either side of her vulva, and she lined one up with it and her small breasts, then blew his other penis.  The one she hugged kept slipping away from her, but no matter what happened, she continued to suck on and rub down the other until Tanza’s cock went rigid and his hips rose reflexively from the ground.  A small spray of white shot up into the air, followed a second later by the other, which splattered her cheek and dripped onto her chest.  The rest landed on him and pooled or rolled away towards his sides.  
	Pushing his penises aside, she laid on him and slurped up what she could.  It wasn’t as sweet as his pre, but it was still sweeter than any other Pokemon she had tasted, other than Cincinno’s.  There was no bitter aftertaste.  She looked into Tanza’s crossed eyes, then turned around and backed up,  putting his muzzle under her pussy and squatted to make his muzzle touch it.  She could feel his warm breath and cool scales caressing her underside.  Turning her attention back to his penises, she took the other one deep into her throat, as far as she could handle.  The head, though flared, was not that wide, but she could feel every inch of it as it went down into her gullet because of the way those little nubs wiggled inside her throat.  Deep throating Tanza had been toughest of them all because of those things.  Even Merlin’s fat knot and Aias’s length had been nothing to the feel of those little things catching on her tonsils.
	Sarana was almost halfway down on his left cock when Tanza came around enough to stick his long forked tongue into her cunt, and tickled her almost enough to make her choke.  She tightened up on his penis, and her tightening made him loose a fresh wave of seed.  She was careful to swallow every drop; there was too little to waste.  Whether it was a Noivern thing or a Tanza thing, the first two loads were tiny.  It was like a light drizzle preceding a storm.  He kept eating her out long after she stopped sucking, and moved down to his cloaca, where she licked at the base of his cocks.  That tongue was long and magical.  It touched every good spot, and reached deep enough to flick at her cervix, which was always an incredible experience that only he and Aias had ever give her.  She came twice fjust from that, eyes crossed and muzzled buried between his dicks, occasionally licking but not really thinking of anything else after the second one.  It was too hard do anything while he continued to have his way with her pussy.  Not that she was complaining.
	By the time Tanza was finished making out with her pussy, she had cum twice more, was feeling a little over-sensitive, and the sun was more than half hidden by the horizon, and they were entirely hidden in the shadows of the trees.  Sarana stood on wobbly legs and hobbled to the cliff edge to look out on their campsite.  Her other friends were keeping busy.  Aias and Merlin couldn’t be seen.  
	Behind her, Tanza rose to his feet and came to her, and wrapped her up in his wings.  His twin penises rested against her back.  She could feel them straining and pulsing with need, and the saliva and pre that coated them soaked into her back.  His wings were tight about her, and she struggled to turn around to face him and his rods.  They came up between them, a little past her navel standing.  She put a hand on each and rubbed them.  He sighed and let her work on them some more, but soon grew weary of it.  He became twitchy, and his wings shivered around her.  Sarana’s excitement grew.  Memories of excitment and fear bubbled up, but she pushed them down; she knew she was safe with him.  She knew what was about to happen, and wanted it no matter how much it scared her when it happened.
	With a frightening suddenness, Tanza spread his wings, and Sarana found herself falling over the edge of the cliff.  Her long red braids streamed past the sides of her face.  The bottom of her stomach dropped out.  She screamed wildly-she couldn’t hold it back.  A loud screech pierced the evening air and Tanza dived after her.  Then there was an impact; two cocks, perfectly aimed, slamming painfully into her, one into her pussy, the other into her butt; then strong thighs and claws gripped her, and their downward motion halted.  Sarana gripped his sides with both hands and legs, empowered with fear strength.  For a second, she felt like she weighed a ton as Tanza overcame inertia, then it lessened as he began to ascend into the sky.
	The view was as incredible as ever it could be; Tanza’s lithe, muscly body blotting out the sky above her, his wings stretched to the utmost to keep them both aloft, with slivers of purple, velvety sky around them and half glimpsed through translucent membranes.  She let her head dangle back and saw the world below, the world as he saw it: broad swaths of green trees and glimpses of their brown trunks, the yellow-brown and reddish-orange sandstone cliffs, streaks of blue here and there that marked rivers, streams, and ponds, and blooms of color that were fields of flowers and brightly colored wild pokemon.  Sarana craned her neck, seeking camp somewhere below, but couldn’t see it.  It must be right below them or far behind.  But she wasn’t worried at all.  She knew that he knew where they were.  Sighing and relaxing as much as she dared while she was a thousand feet up in the air, she willed herself to adjust to having both penises in her.  It was no easy task to take both cocks into her all in one go like that, and it was always painful at first, no matter how much preparatory foreplay there was.  But it worth enduring for the view and the joy that it brought him, and once she adjusted, it never failed to be thrilling or fulfilling.
	Tanza swooped wide, making her stomach squirm, and hit an updraft of the kind that would allow them to spiral lazily and keep them aloft for hours if they wanted.  The warm wind supported them like a warm, soft blanket fresh out of the drier against her back.  Sarana adjusted her grip and Tanza clenched her harder between his legs, then rolled onto his back.  She could now see out to the horizon much more easily, and she could relax her grip.  It was a wonder that he could glide just as easily upside down as right side up, and she wondered if he did it just for her peace of mind, or if the male was usually on the bottom when Noiverns mated.  Not for the first, and not for the last time, she considered the possibility of buying a technical machine to teach him vine whip in the hope it might help keep them together up in the air like this.  She trusted him implicitly, but she still had her fears.
	A strong thrust and small burst of pleasure broke the grip of her rising acrophobia, and left her seeing stars.  Tanza’s whole lower body clenched and she felt his cocks sink deeper.  Sarana exulted as the one in her pussy pressed against her cervix and suctioned to it, the narrow tip sliding right into the middle, directly into her womb.  The one in her back end couldn’t go any deeper.  It wasn’t flexible enough.  It hurt but also felt amazing.  She bared down on it and it helped, the pressure pushing it back just a little so it wouldn’t cause her injury.  
	She inched forward up Tanza’s body as much as she could, making sure there was room; once Tanza started, there wouldn’t be a chance to make more.  They would be stuck like that until he was done, and if he was too deep with the other, she’d be in for a long, rough ride ride.  Almost before she could fully adjust, Sarana felt all the ridges on both shafts flex.  They weren’t quite unlike Merlin’s, Boss’s and Rith’s knots.  They served the same function of keeping them together, holding the seed inside and giving it a chance to take.  But unlike theirs, those ridges moved, undulating and massaging her from the inside.  The little nubs on the tip squirmed too.  The ones in her vagina felt so incredible, tickling all around her cervical muscle just right, feeling like so many little fingers poking at her insides.  The ones on the tip in her ass just felt weird, but in a good way; the massaging nubs eased some of the discomfort back there.
	Taken all together, the experience defied her ability to put into words; it was more involved and far reaching in her senses than any of the others-her fear of heights, the discomfort in her ass, the thrill of moving at great speeds through the air, the exotic feel of his penises inside her, the feeling of being full, orgasmic pleasure-it was too much to process.  There were to many mixed signals from her body and feelings in her head.
	All of Tanza’s ridges flared outward at once.  Sarana moaned as her pussy and ass were stretched, and gripped Tanza harder.  It was hard to think of anything else with both her holes spread as tight as they could from end to end, like a tube balloon inflating and deflating in her intimate places.  They flared again, and he tugged his cocks back, testing the seal.  It wasn’t as tight as Merlin’s, nor as tight as it might have been with a female Noivern, and they slid backwards, dragging against every spot inside her that brought her pleasure, several from both sides.  It was like mashing all the buttons on a game controller at once.  Then he curled up and thrust back in that half inch he lost, and she came her brains out as those ridges scraped over all her sweet spots a second time.  She clenched so hard that his cocks didn’t move a millimeter when he tested their seal a second time, and he let out a colossal, pleasured screech.  Ripple after ripple of contractions spread through her like waves over an ocean beach.  Each one causing one or more of the ridges to dig into the sides of her vagina or anus.  And while they diminished, they continued on a long time as she tightened on them and released, and he flared and fidgeted until he thought himself perfectly positioned.  
	At last, half-way though her lengthy orgasm, heat and wetness began to spread into her, sloshing around inside, increasing in volume, each little burst accompanied by a heavy throb disproportionate to the amount of watery seed that discharged with it.  It warmed her from the tip of her tail and toes to the tips of her fingers and ears.  There wasn’t much motion left other than the throbbing and flaring, and the breeze in her hair and fur as they floated gently downward on a bed of air.  Once her orgasm left her, she had no others, though she never stopped feeling pleasured.  He was never quite still and even just the feel of his semen spilling into her slick passages was a feeling she could luxuriate in forever.
	Sarana sighed and buried her muzzle into his chest and let him continue ejaculating into her folds, appreciating the slow build of pressure as her uterus and colon expanded with his voluminous release.  Their glide though the air was soothing, the warmth in her loins was pleasant, and the rise and fall of his chest was gentle.  
	A powerful afterglow took her, permeating, replacing and overruling the last vestiges of anxiety, and left her a putty, melting over Tanza’s belly.  She lay on him and relaxed everything but her grip, drifting in and out of a powerful post-orgasmic stupor.  Occasionally, a particularly heavy spurt or extra strong throb would make her shiver and groan.  Her holes gradually grew sore and belly tighter, ejaculate began to seep out and mat her fur to his scales, and the shivers became less and less a product of an excellent, thorough mating, and more about the creeping chill as the sun finally sank behind the horizon entirely.  More and more, her friend seemed to struggle to keep their flight even, and her anxieties resurfaced.  His cocks began to soften, and she felt bloated with semen.  He wrapped her in his wings and rolled over, and their descent steepened.  The pit of Sarana’s stomach dropped out of her, and her fears came rushing back in earnest.  She screamed into his chest.  With a mighty impact that was absorbed by his strong legs, they landed in the middle of camp.  The sudden stop broke her grip and she fell onto the ground at his claws.  Thank goodness his shafts were soft and flexible, and slid right out.  She rolled flat onto her back and took deep breaths to settle her heart and watched Tanza toddle shakily a short ways, wings dragging on the ground and flopped onto his back.  He looked back at her, all smiles.  The poor boy was tired but happy, and it was no surprise after flying them both through the sky and mating for what must have been an hour or more.  Sex took more out of him than any of the others, she was certain.  
	Two large, shiny, silver, clawed feet moved between her and the supine Tanza, blocking their eye contact.  She followed them up to the wide waist and black belly of Aias.  His cock was in his hands, long, thin and dribbling.  Boss came up to her on the other side, near to her feet and grew a vine to play with his sheath.  His penis slid out in all its glory.  Sarana looked back to Aias and found her face framed in Merlin’s long, fluffy red and yellow fur.  His swollen balls dangled high above her like ripe plums, ready for the picking, and his red, wet and shiny dick was stiff as he fiddled with his sheath.  A cold wet nose nuzzled at her right hand.  Rith stood next to Boss on her right hand side.  His cock was hard and throbbing too, but he had no way to relieve himself.  Taking pity on him, she reached between his front legs and he stepped forward, and she grabbed his rod, and massaged it gently, rubbing in little circles over the very tip with her thumb.  Duster came up to her foot, nearer Aias, and slid his little prick in between her big and second toes.  She lost herself in the simple pleasure of handling Rith, and enjoying the togetherness of the team, bonding over her body.
	Sarana was so happy that everyone was gathered around her, sharing her, taking pleasure in her, over her, on her.  She was wet and sticky with Tanza’s seed.  It spilled out of both holes and pooled on the ground between her legs.  It was the perfect lubricant for fingering herself, and she switched back and fourth between her vagina and her anus constantly, looking for all the sweet spots, seeking to cum quickly, and cum often.  After flight sex, she was on such a hair trigger that the soreness she still felt didn’t hinder her at all.  She came twice before Duster, which was almost unheard of.
	Surprising no one, Duster came next.  Hot cum jetted between her toes and over her foot, then she couldn’t feel him any more.  She wondered where he went, what he was up to.  There was no way he was done after that.  He was never done.  Sarana couldn’t look for him though; Merlin’s balls swaying above her was too hypnotic to look away from, as was the lazy back-and-forth of his hands over his turgid, veiny flesh.  Precum dripped from it onto her chin and neck.  She didn’t want to cock her ears to try hearing him either; she didn’t want to miss a single musical note of Aias’s grumbling or Rith’s soft, rubbery, ultra wet dick in her hand or the heavy breathing of five horny, sexy, masturbating Pokemon.  She couldn’t move her feet either; both felt rubbery from gripping Tanza so tight for so long, and her right leg was under Boss.  He jerked himself furiously, teeth bared with his vines, and she didn’t want to sweep his legs out from under him.  It would’ve been rude and too much effort.
	Just when she gave up trying to figure out what the little guy was doing, she felt him between her legs.  His little muzzle poked at her cummy pussy, and she could feel his little dick prodding at a spot about a third of the way up from her sphincter towards her cunt.  She moved her hand out of the way for him and played with a nipple instead.  His muzzle engulfed her clit and he sucked on it like a baby on a pacifier.   
	A squirt of precum from Rith covered her arm up to the elbow.  It was cool, and it seeped into her fur, then warmed.  Over and around her, Sarana could hear and feel them all getting close.  Aias was no longer grumbling but grunting.  The normally quiet Boss was making a soft whining sound, and his vine was wrapping tightly around his swollen knot.  Merlin’s balls rocked back and forth as he thrust into his hands and moaned softly, a thumb and forefinger mirroring Boss’s vine.  Duster unloaded into the one dry spot between her legs with fresh seed while making out with her nub.  Where did he store all his jizz?  
	Duster stopped sucking on it just before Sarana hit climax, and climbed up on her belly.  He took a wide stance to keep balance on her stomach and jerked off furiously as she returned to fingering herself with his fresh addition, trying to reclaim the receding feeling.  
	A large shadow fell over her from her feet, and she looked away from Merlin’s big, swaying orbs, hard as that was.  It was Tanza, come to join in this last bit of revelry.  Only one of his penises was fully erect, the other hung limply, jiggling comically as he went to town with the other.  His scales shone with droplets of water in the moonlight.  What strength did he have left in his wing-arms after that flight to masturbate over herself?  Champion level energy she knew.  And champion level horniness and spunk making abilities.  Sarana dug into her pussy with her off hand harder, adding a third finger, and moaned.  Her orgasm was short but intense, and spurred her friends on.  
	Boss came next, tail flagging, his vines gripping his knot as it swelled and squeezing it for all it was worth.  Viscous white semen splattered out all over her legs and crotch.  A splotch of it splattered into Dusters back with enough force to knock him over.  He fell face first into her belly, where he supported himself on his hands and humped into her stomach, an unholy glint of arousal in his small, bright eyes.  His back glistened with Boss’s seed, and she massaged it into his back and used it to finger his rump.  He humped harder.
	Merlin came after Boss.  Sarana looked up the crook of his legs, and watched him squeeze his knot, and his thrusting slowed.  His balls, swinging so freely, drew up and swung less.  Then his steaming hot seed, literally steaming in the cool air, spilled over her chin and between her breasts.  Some of it splashed onto Dusters face, and the rest dribbled along the underside of his shaft and began dripping from his balls and knot onto her muzzle.  
	Tanza and Rith popped off within a second of each other.  A graceful, watery arc of cum jetted up from her wrist to her breast, stream after stream of it, drenching all that side in chilled seed, and a smaller load that erupted in a wide cone from the other, covering her whole body in fine droplets.
	Duster looked like he’d been dunked in a tub of cum, and she assumed she looked the same, clinging to his fur and soaked through, utterly bedraggled.  It made his frotting against her abs smoother.  Smooth enough that between the cum shower he was sharing with her and her warm body, he added another little load to the mess that they were becoming.  It pooled in her navel, mixing with the seed of all the others.  
	Last of all Aias came, and most productive, roaring and going off like a fire hose.  It was very impressive, looking not so much like he was ejaculating but like an oversized Squirtle firefighter, spraying his seed in a loosely focused stream over her body, hitting all of the few spots not already sopping wet.  It splashed where it hit, glazing her from thighs to nipples, throwing cum drops in all directions and hitting Merlin, Rith and Duster.
	Duster rolled onto his back and used it to jerk himself to completion a third time.  Sarana wished that Merlin and Rith had done the same thing.  Instead, they launched themselves over her body at Aias, cocks still hard and dripping and bobbing with their movement over and around her as they tackled him.  Tanza toppled backwards utterly exhausted, and boss walked a short distance away and curled up into a ball to sleep.
	The other three were at each other throats.  Sarana picked the lust addled Duster, still beating off and plopped him on the ground between her legs, and then stood.  She was soaked, and it clung to her in ropy strands dripped.  It itched, and it made her cold when she moved.  Charging forward, she jumped at Aias, who stopped trying to swat at Merlin to catch her.  She made a satisfyingly loud splat against his tough hide as all the cum in her fur stuck them together.  It squished out of her fur and splattered the other two.  He trumpeted and dropped her to the ground, and she got up, and lunged at Rith, who side stepped away from her sticky arms.  Mock sad, she reached out to Merlin.
	“M-Merlin, don’t you want to give me a hug?”  Then she laughed maniacly and made a lunge for him too.  
	Merlin dodged out of the way too, hands up.  She ran at Aias, who back peddled quick and awkward, and tripped over his own tail.  She fell on him laughing, then crawled over him and towards the pond.
	“Come on, lets get clean,” she said. “I don’t want to be covered in your seed forever.”
	Sarana jumped into the water, now icy cold in the dark, and scrubbed.  ‘What an excellent day,’ she thought, ‘just the perfect conclusion to the hard fight this morning.  
	Once clean, Merlin consented to giving her a hug, his heat drying her quickly, and they all laid down around the smoldering campfire, and staring at the strange stars above them.  ‘So much for being in my own bed tonight,’ Sarana thought, as she cuddled up to Aias’s mountainous body, and Rith snuggled into her side.