"So, a clan of equals," said Demeter.

	"Aye, that be the plan," said Thistle keeping pace with her, "make oorselves a roond table or summit."

	"I already have a table, sculpted myself."

	"Oh thas braw, you got sum chairs mebbe too?"

	"I have bedding that will help," she said scratching her chin, "we may need more depending on how many we recruit."

	"Ah dinnae think we need a limit oan numbers, least no' til ah see this place."

The sounds of the forest welcomed him towards their future sanctuary, a place deep within the darkening woods where lesser-travelled paths crunched underhoof amongst pine needles and wood chippings.  Sharp minty scents flitted round his nostrils as he crept between rays of light that glanced off of Demeter's chitinous rear with a glistening sheen.  Her large abdomen swished in front of him with each step as he smirked with eyes travelling down to the tip that tightened slightly at his gaze.

	"We just did that," she said without turning her head.

	"Hhheh, sorry," he rubbed his neck, "cannae resist such a warrior as yersel-"

	"You already bred me, there's no need for flattery."

	"Aye ah ken, still mean whit ah said."

	"Hm.  We're here, watch your step."

The sanctuary was almost picturesque, a painting that could be sold as a jigsaw puzzle for how soft the colours were from green grass to sunburnt trees to small fields of yellow, red, purple and blue flowers.  Scents of honeysuckle wafted through the breeze with a buttery-sweet smoothness that soothed him, treading carefully between the flowers as if stepping onto holy ground.  The way the sun cast its light over the trees made it certainly feel blessed as he saw the cave hidden beneath a long curtain of vines that she took him towards.

Inside the cave was a large hollowed dome with various stone slabs set up like furniture around the place giving a more homely feeling, with several tunnels diverging off into smaller cul-de-sacs as the scyther sat herself down upon a large pile of leaves like a beanbag chair.

	"No' too shabby," Thorn nodded looking around, "you make this place yerself?"

	"It was a rhyhorn's sett," said Demeter laying back, "a human trainer captured them, I assume at least."

	"So ya just moved righ' oan in," Thistle slipped down on another pile.

	"No one else was using it, even if I am more inclined to the outside but that's dangerous in these times."

	"Smart.  Righ', so, this'll be oor sanctuary, we make oorselves a team, get everyone tae work together."

	"And if there are any disputes within the team?" she asked.

	"We sort it oot together," Thistle reached out to her, "we're startin' this thing together, yer mah partner an' co-founder."

	"Not the princess to the warrior?" she smirked leaning to him.  "I would have expected that from how you dress."

	"You didnae have any problem when we were rollin' in the grass."

	"Hm...so, partner, anything else we need to decide?"

	"Zere any place tae get a drink?" the unicorn scratched his throat.  "Fuckin' parched lahk a griffon in a desert."

	"There is a large lake to the east of the forest, I can take you there now if you wish."

	"Sounds guid tae me!"

Stepping back out into the glade, Demeter fluttered on with pale wings to give her feet a rest, dangling above the grass as Thorn followed with crunching hooves tiptoeing around the flowers as best he could.

	"They are hardy plants," she turned flapping in mid-air, "you won't break them."

	"Just didnae wan' tae mess this place up," said the equine stepping over them, "it's sae bonny lahk Celestia's ain."

	"The plants here are strong, the light is especially strong and the nutrients plentiful in these woods."

	"From the loch nearby ah take it?"

	"Precisely."  She turned back and kept flying onwards.  "The lake is somewhat secluded, most humans don't approach it for how troublesome it is to reach it."

	"How, izzit all in a cave or summat?"

	"No but there are caves nearby at the sea...which could make good hiding places for future recruits."

	"Specially if they're seafarin' types."

Soon they came upon the lake which was hidden in a valley of the forest, the land sloped steeply as if half the forest had fallen by several feet on a separate tectonic plate.  Thistle's hooves dug hard into the ridge as he quickly leapt from level to level before grabbing a stiff branch and swinging himself down to the lake's shore with Demeter landing silently.  They both drank up and quenched their thrist, Thistle taking out a bottle from his sporran to fill up before they trekked around the perimeter.

The loch was beautifully clean, cool and rich with a deep glint that almost sparkled with the sun.  The air almost misted above the water with a strange serenity of mythical bliss as Demeter hovered over the lake, her wings drifting like gossamer as she spun briefly with a pirouette and landed on the other side.

	"Hoooo," Thistle lowered his voice for fear of breaking its peace, "this place is mair bonny than ah ken it could."

	"It is a beautiful place," Demeter smiled picking up his voice, "it fits you well."

	"Whut wuzzat?" he asked walking round to meet her.

	"Nothing!" she nodded stiffly.  "I was musing about the river heading this way."

	"Oh aye?" said Thorn turning to where she pointed.  "Whut's doon that way?"

	"The ocean, there's an estuary and the forest edges out towards the sea."

	"Huh!  Couldnae smell the salt from here, but ah ken you mentioned sum caves oot there?"

	"Do you want to investigate them at some point, so as to get the lay of the land?"

	"Aye, need tae shore up defences, this place isnae invulnerable from people."

	"I agree," she nodded, "we will of course need to form a team that can-...do you hear that?"

Thistle pricked his ears as something faintly came from the east.  A sound with tender lilt, almost like a voice as he carefully motioned Demeter to follow quietly along the river.  It was surprisingly wide as it stretched out beyond the forest in curving bends through the trees as the scyther fluttered over the water with Thistle traipsing by the bank.  The more the trees started to thin out, the louder the voice became as a soulful melody that danced through Thistle's ears.

He tightened his lip in trying not to speak as they reached the edge of the woods where they saw a field of hills, undulating patterns like the waves as both Thistle and Demeter made a mutual signal to each other and started to creep between the hillocks.  Keeping low to the ground they came closer to the sea, the sounds of the ocean seething with crashing booms as the voice resonated even louder to reach a peerless crescendo that tingled Thorn's ears and made his throat quiver with something strange.

	Once they reached the estuary they found its source.  Sitting on a rock half-submerged in the sea was a long-necked creature of smooth cerulean skin with creamy front and whorl-shaped horns framing its head and a very large body underneath the surface as she scrubbed her neck with webbed fingers.  The song from the female alto made Thistle take a steady breath as they came to the edge of the shore and hid behind some rocks as she continued to sing with a haunting serenade that weakened his heart.

	"Sweet...Luna her voice is...beautiful," his words faltered slightly.  "Who IS that?"

	"A lapras," she murmured, "at least I think it is...this is a rarity for us."

	"Oh, she's rare alrigh'...a rare beauty with a sang tae match."

	"Hmph!"  She flittered over to him and tapped his head a little too hard.  "If you plan on daydreaming out in the field our team stands no chance."

	"U-UH, righ'," he shook his head, "sorry, so uh, whut's a lapras?"

	"Water-ice type, normally used by humans to transpot them over the sea.  They're very rare these days for that reason, not many can be found anymore."

	"Hmmm...think she'd make guid fer oor team?"

	"A water-ice type would be an excellent addition, especially one as sturdy as a lapras."

	"So how do we dae this?" Thorn turned to her.  "She's awfy far an' we dinnae hauv a chance in the water."

	"Let me speak to her, I will-"

	"U-uhh too late."

The lapras finished her song as she turned her head and saw both the unicorn and the scyther, gasping with her eyes wide with soft brown as she nervously reared back ready to slip to the water.

	"WAIT!" Demeter cried.  "We mean no harm, we heard your song!"

	"U-um, no," she shook her head pushing off her rock, "I have to-"

	"We are not humans, nor are we captured, we are free pokemon!"

	"W-...what?"  Her voice was richly deep like a soprano operette.

	"We only came to hear your song," said Demeter flapping forwards as Thistle stayed close to his rock.  "It was very lovely."

	"Th-tha...thank you," she blushed and bowed her neck, "I-i'm sorry, it's just...are you sure there are no humans around?"

	"Aye," said Thistle not standing up, "none o' them lot anywhere, an' if there were ah'd chase 'em aff, rest assured ma'am.  Naebody's here tae dae anythin' tae ye, ah just came cuz ah heard yer voice and it...well..."

He rubbed his neck with a gentle grin.

	"Wuz tuggin' mah heart summat fierce just hearin' ya sing."

	"O-oh...thank you," she blushed with eyes glimmering at his face, "may I ask who you are?  I admit I have never seen a pokemon such as you."

	"Ahm Thistle Thorn, this is mah partner Demeter."

	"I am Circe."  She bowed with hands clasped at the base of her neck.  "Do you live nearby?"

	"Yes," Demeter nodded, "I live in the forest, Thistle and I have recently made an alliance as equals."

	"Ohh, congratulations!"

	"What, no, not like that, a partnership in business!"

	"Hmhmhahahaha!"  Her laugh bubbled across the air sending ripples through Thorn's ears.  "Well, thank you for coming to hear me sing."

	"Nae bother lass," Thorn waved with a grin, "so aye, we were just checkin' oot the place, gettin' oorselves sairted fer oor new business."

	"Ohhh, what sort of business?"

	"An independent group of pokemon," said the scyther crossing her blades, "we're forming a settlement where pokemon can live free without being captured, no trainers to own us, no tournaments, no beauty competitions."

	"There's beauty competitions?!" Thorn scratched his mane.  "Well ah mean oor new friend would win 'em all so why bother competing?"

	"OHohohoho!" Circe waved her webbed hand with a deeper blush.  "Y-you don't mean that s-surely!"

	"ANYWAY," Demeter tightened her jaw, "we are gathering a small group of pokemon to protect and defend each other from trainers who would dare approach.  Thorn here is our 'representative' of sorts, a pretender of trainers so as to dissuade them from coming."

	"But...is he not a pokemon?"

	"Nope," he shrugged, "just yer average unicorn buildin' a wee clan o' free creatures ken."

	"Oh...that does sound lovely.  I-i admit I am...very lonely myself."

	"Aye?"  He sat down at the edge of the bank.

	"I'm the last of my pod see," the lapras swam forwards with the top of her bosom floating on the surface, "I haven't really met any other pokemon in a while, besides the usual sea travellers."

	"Well, ah mean, if ye wanna join us or even jus' be pals ah wouldnae mind, righ' Demeter?"

	"Not at all," the scyther shook her head, "we would be more than welcome to have you Circe."

	"Ohhh, thank you so much!"  She started walking once the seafloor became shallow.  "I wouldn't...mind having a friend or two."

	"It is entirely your choice whether you wish to join us or not, but we would welcome you all the same as either a friend or an ally."

	"M-maybe...I could be both?"

Her body broke free from the water as Thistle gasped with widening eyes and a gaping mouth.  At 9 feet tall, the lapras was enormous in every single part of her body with sumptuous breasts, a thickening rear that almost floated by itself on the water, and large flippers for feet that dragged behind her on the sands with a huge bellyful of blubber that spread out underneath her body.  Each of her breasts alone were bigger than Thistle's torso, her nipples the size of his head with plush pink areolas that dripped profusely with saltwater off her thick leathery form.

Circe's neck reached up with a small spritz of water pouring down her back, a large blunt-studded shell of rock crowned upon it just above her rubenesque thighs that quivered with each movement of her body as she pushed herself forwards into the estuary, the water just deep enough to submerge her legs but kept her cleavage out front.

	"Is your place nearby?" she asked slightly covering herself.

	"Yes," Demeter smacked Thorn's open chin to snap it shut, "we'll take you there, just follow the river to the forest."

	"Thank you...I hope you don't mind if I don't leave the water...too much."

	"Not at all, we're very glad to have you."

	"Aye, d-definitely," Thorn smirked as he headed back with them, "good thing it's sae accessible aye?"

	"Oh yes," the lapras grinned, "not that I don't MIND being out of the water, it's just a bit uncomfortable sometimes and I can't well...keep up as well as you."

	"Nae worries lass, whutever works fer ye."

Heading back to the forest, the three made their way to the lake after a slow winding path through the river of the plains.  Sometimes it was just tight enough for Circe to need to stand up and shove herself through with her flippers or even briefly come onto land, dragging her flippered feet with webbed hands pulling her body forwards to make her thighs jiggle powerfully behind her, as well as causing her belly to galumph with a burbling sound before the river widened again.

Once she arrived to the lake, she gladly dipped her entire body down to the depths to test its size, swimming around briefly as Thorn and Demeter only saw the tips of her shell going in a circle, before she resurfaced with a glorious splash that arced over her head and shone through her neck.

	"Aaaaaah...this water's so lovely, and so...pure!"

	"It is a perfect place," said the scyther hopping on a tree, "all the locals come here but no humans find this place."

	"Aye," said Thorn sitting by the bank, "mebbe you'll end up with an audience fer yer singing."

	"O-oh, please," Circe waved her hand, "I-i am not that good."

	"Well ah think ye are."

	"Thank you."  She bowed to him before looking to Demeter, "so...this new pod of yours, or group rather...what exactly do you plan to do?"

	"Establish a free colony of pokemon," said the mantis hopping a branch, "to be ourselves with no trainers to rule us."

	"Sounds wonderful...I would love to be part of a pod again."

	"Take all the time you need, you're always welcome here."

Circe smiled and made a gentle loop round the lake whilst Demeter motioned Thorn over for a small chat to the side of the trees.

	"We should set up patrols now that we're forming a group," she started.

	"Aye," he agreed, "split it between night an' day?"

	"Especially around our new friend, make her feel safe.  I will take the daytime, you take the night."

	"Sounds guid by me, ahll take mahself a nap an' get all refreshed fer the night shift."

Thistle returned back to the sanctuary cave whilst Demeter made her first shift on patrol, scouting around the forest perimeter and making a careful watch for any humans that could come traipsing through.  Luckily it was a work day so no trespassers came, the scyther floating through with her wings as she waved to Circe in passing who practiced her singing.  Her song resonated throughout the glade far enough that even Thistle could hear it from the cave, which became haunting from the distance like a true siren's melody.

Then came the night, the day rolling on as blue skies became sunset hues, blood-orange dappled through the clouds with pink bellies as the trees became darker from emerald cloaks to black veils in the depths of dusk.  Demeter soon returned and the unicorn left to do his patrol, his eyes more accustomed to the dark than hers as he made his way down to the loch.  There in the stillness of night he heard her song more clearly, perhaps more powerfully than before in the quiet evening.

Something pulled his heart towards her voice, tugging at his soul as his feet took a life of their own and drifted towards the shore.  Circe took on an almost holy presence within the moonlight that dappled across the lake, her body shining with water's gleam as her throat trembled full with her song that shook through the trees that almost accompanied her with their bristling glissando.  Thorn sat himself down and simply watched her, mesmerised by the performance as she caressed her bosom with large hands that swept and scoured over her porous skin, having to heave each breast up to clean it full before dropping with a thunking splash.

	"OH!" she finally noticed him with a blush.  "H-hello um...Thistle, was it?"

	"Aye," he smiled at her, "just wanted tae enjoy yer performance."

	"Hmhmhm!  You really love hearing me sing?"

	"Oh aye, this place is mair lovely already fer you being here."

	"Th-tha...thank you."  She bowed with hands clasped.  "I am...I'm, very grateful for this chance of a new pod, maybe one even better if you plan to have more pokemon!"

	"Oh you can count oan it lass," he stretched out his legs on the lakeside, "gonnae have the biggest clan o' free beasts ye can imagine."

	"That sounds wonderful."  Her smile grew even greater as she came closer.  "Do you...will you protect me too?"

	"Absolutely.  Ah promise, just as ah said tae Demeter, ahll keep all o' ye safe.  Nae humans are comin' roond here while ahm aroond."

	"Thank you...Thistle."

Her body swept up to the lakeside and loomed above him, the full moon eclipsing behind her head to form a halo that made him sigh with her majestic form.  Circe bent down towards him and opened her mouth slightly, her eyes telling everything as he responded with a kiss.  Despite how large she was, her tongue carefully slipped out between Thistle's lips as he suckled in return, pulling her into his snout with a breathless moan that drew shudders from them both.

The lapras whimpered with a deep resonance in her throat, channelling deeper rumbles through his own as he gasped and sucked harder at her thick tongue pushing into his mouth.  She had to turn her head just to fit enough of it in as her breaths thickly clouded against his face, moaning as her tongue softly wrestled against Thorn's between each other's mouths, the smaller equine tongue trying to flap itself round her much larger oral muscle as she pulled his tongue entirely into her embrace.  Flaring nostrils turned the air hot between them until they pulled back at last with webbing spittle between their lips.

	"H-hoh," she gasped, "you are...that was wonderful."

	"Aye...you're wonderful," he murmured.

	"You have made this...the perfect day for me.  My hero even.  Allow me to make this...your perfect night."

She raised herself up onto the bank, lifting her large belly as much as her flippered feet would allow on the soft turf to reveal her prize jewel to him.  A cream-coloured pussy with thick lips that puffed eagerly with growing arousal every second she sat up before him.  Her bosom alone cast Thorn into a shadow of darkness beneath the moon as she bit her lip with a soft whimpering need. 

	"Ohhhhh...mercy me," whispered Thorn.

	"D-do you...like?" she mewled.

	"I love it.  I love you and...everythin' ye hauv."

	"Th-thank you.  W-would you mind if I went into the water some, it's much more...comfortable for me."

	"Nae prob fer me," he started to undo his kilt, "if ya dinnae mind me gettin' mair comfortable mahself."

	"N-not at all."

Circe watched him undress, shirt unlaced and sweeping over his head whilst shimmying off his kilt to expose his naked verdant body.  Smooth green hairs with ginger tail swishing between his legs as the sea creature backed off into the water to let him come to the shallow bank, just enough for her to float safely whilst giving Thorn enough leg room to lie in the water.

	"Is this alright?" she asked him.

	"Oh aye," he smiled as the cool water wrapped round his flanks, "ready when you are lass."

	"Hmhmhm!  No one's ever called me that...I like it...let's get you all ready first."

Circe lifted her breasts from the lake with one in each hand, miniature waterfalls draping down her sides before she flumped them down on his legs with a smothered weight.  One breast alone covered his entire leg and nearly flattened out over the waters to nearly loom above his face with plump thick teats hardening before him.  Thistle shivered at the warming heat before he felt Circe's hands slip between her mammaries and grasp at his building length, hardening from within as the leathery creak of his shaft grinded against her bosom.

She felt the burning heat of his arousal which made her blush, carefully kneading her breasts to grind and rub together with his pole pushing through her smooth soft skin as Thistle bucked gently, gasping short breaths as he watched her bust jiggle slightly with each thrust in a short ripple that made her gasp in turn.  Her eyes shone with excitement as she felt his length growing through her cleavage, pulsing masculine strength that parted through her folds.

	"H-haaaah...aaaah-"

	"Is that good?" she asked pushing her bags closer.

	"A-aye...ohhh, f-fuh...aaaah-"

	"Mmmmfff...I can feel you pushing through...such a strong male you must be."

	"I-i can be...strong enough, fer you lass."

	"I know you will.  I can...feel it."

Her eyes widened as she saw his flaring tip breach through her cup, swollen to the peak as she bent down and kissed at Thorn's glans with her soft lips.  In return he started drooling with pre that dripped merrily down her tits causing her to gasp and start lapping over the trickling stream, fondling her breasts to keep stroking and smooshing his staff between with a lover's embrace.

Picking up the pace, Circe started masturbating him with her bosom in a pumping motion, bulging and squishing her tits together as the water slapped down around Thistle's legs with each kerflump of her body.  The horse shuddered with stronger spurts of pre that made her giggle when it hit her face, smooching and sucking on the head of his cock to drink down his milk growing thicker with each grind of her milksacks.

	"M-mmmMMMPH!" Thorn tensed his fingers beneath the waves.  "H-haaaah, ohhhh yes!"

	"Mmmmhhhh...such a lovely taste," she murmured kissing round the rim of the tip, "would you mind if I just...swallowed this before-"

	"Y-yes," he grunted tightening his hips, "p-please go right ahead lass...s'all fer you."

	"Such a kind sir you are.  Thank you."

Circe smiled and pushed her breasts down to expose more of the flaring head as she opened her mouth above it, lavishly swirling her tongue around the juicy plump meat before tonguing the central hole which almost tickled him hotly.  Then she swallowed it into her maw and consumed his meat with a sudden wet heat that made him shoot straight to the back of her mouth.

	"MMMPH!  H-hoh...C-circe...aaaah."

He wanted to reach up to her head and stroke it, but her bosom was a seawall between her and him as she pushed further against her tits.  The lapras savoured his taste, thick and rich with male scents that turned her wet in the loch with tail shivering at her rear where her thick thighs quivered with ripples across the surface.  She went down slow as she could, pushing her tits away to take more of his cock before easily deepthroating him with her long neck, giving him the chance to grasp at her smooth blunt horn and stroke across her temple.

	"H-hhhhhh...that's...thassa good girl...hhhhoh..."

Her tongue dripped down round his flesh like a dragon's tail, suckling tight with a constricting force that almost pulled him ever deeper into her lips with his balls against her chin.  Thorn rolled his eyes with a shuddering excitement as he tried not to just thrust into her face, but Circe did enough with her own prowess as her skilful tongue flicked and tightened across the veins of his cock, creaking sounds muffling within her cheeks as her tongue squeezed with her lips over his aching equine shaft.

Thorn crushed the muddy sand beneath his fingers as he pumped up against her throat, her sweeter gulps encouraging him to thrust more as he fed stronger pre into her gullet.  Circe whimpered and sucked harder with a growing glee from his urges, hands pressed against his arms to lean forwards further and start deepthroating him proper, sliding her head up and down with bobbing motions to give him the sensation of thrusting into her body.

He gladly returned the favour with firm thrusts, balls whapping against her chin as she felt the tightening of his veins and the head flaring outwards with quivering burst.  Thistle brayed with a sudden gasp, pumping his climax deep into her throat with a tremendous cry as she gladly swallowed every drop.  Circe did not waste a second, gulping all she could until he stopped thrusting with the water rippling around his thighs in bucking pants against her snout.

	"H-HAAAAGH, AAAAH!  NNNNNGH!"

	"Mmmmmhhhh!  Mmmmhhh...glllk," she pulled back once he stopped throbbing with a lick of her lips, "goodness...so delicious."

	"H-hah...hahaha, aye, ya...ya liked that?"

	"Oh, very much.  But you know what I would love more?"

He only had to smile and nod as she knew they thought the same thing.  Pushing herself away from the shore, Circe turned herself round to reveal her thick moon-eclipse, two giant thighs that she parted to reveal a puffy little pucker beneath her short fat tail, and a dark plump set of netherlips that almost kissed the air towards him.  Thorn stood up and waded close to her, seeing her neck reach back and look over to him as he grabbed at her sumptuous flank and spread them apart to show her sweet dripping pussy.  As large as she was, it was only slightly bigger in its size than his aching cock was that creaked against her lips with a dragging kiss.

	"P-please," her flippers brushed against his thighs, "take me...please, sir Thistle."

	"Whitever mah lady wishes."

With a kiss upon her tail he thrust straight inside her sweet pussy, the lapras crying to the moon as her throat trembled from the depths he managed to reach.  Her body pushed back before she even thought to do so, whimpering from the first few thrusts to give Thorn a sense of pace, sliding back to pump back in with a hefty slap of his balls against the water with slight dragging force as she mewled.

Once he started thrusting at a regular speed with hands squeezing at her thick azure cheeks, Circe began clenching with rippling suckles all along the length of his throbbing obelisk.  The lapras pushed back every time he pumped in to make their bodies meet, smacking with hot shudders of bliss between as Thorn gripped against her tail and tried to bend over her thick full-moon thighs, but only ended up pushing his head up on top of her cheeks just close enough to the underside of her tail to nibble at.

	"A-AAAAH!  O-oh, you beast!"

	"You, h-haaah, p-prefer me not tae?"

	"No...please continue th-that felt...mmmph!"

Her body shook through her flippers at the teasing bites he made, tugging and nipping at the creamy undertail as Circe rippled through her neck visibly in front of him whilst he kept pumping himself into her warm crevice, his whole body consumed within her cheeks like a deep waterbed that hugged him tight.  The harder he smacked his hips, the louder the claps came to his ears from her gorgeous cheeks.  The waters started to gush even thicker onto the shore, splashing over Thorn's knees and submerging him with her back flippers touching against his knees in a gentle caress.

She cried with a sweet serenade as she felt her climax breaching with a sudden clench of her entire body round his shaft, a vicelike grip that sucked him harder inside until he almost felt his balls slip inside her pussy.  Her orgasm drenched Thistle fully with a shotgun effect, painting his body with a warm crush of spraying juices that swivelled round his meat and slathered down his front as the excitement from her body made him cum in turn with a hard thrust.  He felt like he was trying to make love to the sea when he shot his own seed against her tidal force as he bit her tail firmly to stifle his own roars of lust that she felt channelling through her tailbone.

	"A-AAAAH, AAAAAAAH OHHH THISTLE!"

	"MNNNNNRRRGH!"

His cock spurted with tightening shudders as he painted her walls before her own seed sprayed it back out again, smothering his legs and the waters around him in blissful rapture.  Whatever he managed to keep inside her was few and far between within her ridged walls even after she stopped spurting and he kept pumping the last of his milk within.

	"Mmmmmph...hhhhoh, ohhh such a bold kind dear you are to sate me."

	"Ah do whit ah can fer a fair lady," he smirked giving a gentle pat to her bubble cheek, "zat all ya need fer tonight lass?"

	"Welllll," her neck almost reared back to a P-shape to stare upon him, "I would not want you to be left unfulfilled...if you enjoy my body so dearly."

She flicked her tail as best she could with its stubbly tip, twitching to try and show off her thick puckered hole at the peak between her cheeks and the base of her tail.

	"Ohhhh hohoho," Thistle grinned, "ohhh you cheeky mare, well ahll say naw tae that if ye wannit tae."

	"I enjoy your presence greatly," said the sea-creature pushing herself into the water, "everyone deserves to feel this sort of love, don't you think?"

	"Aye...ah do, Circe."

The unicorn climbed onto her body once she submerged partly to let him on straddle his legs with her tail pushed against his side like a rudder, his hand gripping onto the stubbed point of her shell as he aimed his dripping member against her ring, a tight-looking donut of pink within azure as he carefully pressed his flare against and forced pressure until it popped to the gasping relief of both.

Her walls unclenched to let him passage inside as he groaned at the snugness of her slippery muscular walls, not as strong as her vulva did but still enough from its natural width to feel tension against his leathery dick.  Braver than before he pushed harder as Circe squeaked, giggling from the sensation of her anal walls stretching between pants of slight discomfort that soon passed within seconds as she adjusted to his girth.

The median ring of Thorn's cock slipped through her pucker with a swallowing suck as she started to pull, hungering for his meat as she turned her head with sweet mewling sounds and her eye half-closed with excitement as she floated across the lake, leaving juices from her pussy trailing underneath in her arousal as Thistle started to fuck.  His hands gripped at her shell as she lifted himself to push in proper, grinding his shaft in and out as his median popped in and out to tease her entrance with a shudder through her flippers.

	"H-haaah, AAAH, h-hohhh Th-thistle yes!"

	"H-hah, f-fuck, Circe...goddess you f-feel sae good!"

	"S-so...so do you sweet Th-thorn please, d-don't stop a-AAAH!"

Spurred by her need he pumped harder inside as her thick donut hole sucked stronger against his thrusts, whimpering stutters from the lapras urging him to keep his pace as his orbs whalloped against her cheeks with thick clapping sounds that made the waters froth a thicker sea of white around her, drooling pre down her taint from her suckling hole as that turned wetter with each thrust of Thorn's dick.

The further he went the easier it became, grabbing her tail and seat to keep steady as he pumped to his hilt with balls sending ripples across her large cerulean cheeks, almost rippling like two lakes within as she shuddered reaching her head back once again towards him.  Her eyes said everything as her walls clenched harder, pulling sensations luring him further to pummel her to his depth as his crotch grinded against her tail for him to lean forwards and kiss her face.

Her head was upside down but her tongue knew what to do as their lips met, suckling around his own and moaning through her throat which visibly shook with feverish need that he felt from her voice channelling through his body.  He returned the same need with his deeper groans, grasping her head to keep her close as he bred her rear with surging balls of trembling seed.

	"H-hmmnnngh, h-hhhh!"

	"Mmmnngh, C-circe, a-ah!"

	"Do it...fill me.  Please, my dearest."

It was all he needed to go over the edge, falling to her grace as she grabbed her thick pale breasts and clutched them tight against her chest with lancing tongue that filled up his snout with hot rich salival warmth.  He gladly sucked, murmuring sweet as his lower body took a life of its own with almost bestial thrusts, pounding harder enough to make her rump start to sting with flickers of heat from his testes swatting at her, almost pushing them in like sturdy balloons before his climax reached.

Thistle came before she did as he flooded her rear depths, the tight suckling cavern of her anal walls smothering with a hard crush that desperately milked him of everything he could give as he roared into her throat, a shuddering cry that she felt tremble to her chest and cause her bosom to shake from his strength of voice.  Her walls became drenched in his hot jizz to the point they even spurted gently from her hole and dripped down to slither past her netherlips, which was enough for her to cum once again with a pealing cry that he swallowed to his heart.

Their bodies joined briefly in a song of ecstasy, a symphony only they could feel as Thorn pumped all he could into her thick-ridged crevasses, stickying webs that filled her up more as her cunt gushed with a cloud of lust beneath her body, her breaths clouding against his own within each other's throats.  They parted lips once their bodies stopped twitching, the tender embrace of her muscular ridges cradling his cock inside as they stared at each other, her face still inverted to his as they smiled in relief.

	"Thank you," she whispered.  "Would you...stay with me a while longer?"

	"As long as you want me," said Thistle, "ahm here fer you now."

	"Good.  I'm just happy to be with...someone again."

Laying against her back, Thorn pushed himself up to lay on her shell between the smooth parts as she floated calmly across the lake, his shaft wilting it pulled from her rear with a hefty drool of seed that dripped over her pussy.  Circe swam into a gentle circle as she started to sleep with her head drooping beneath the water, her breasts swinging low under her body as her flippers took control to keep paddling by themselves, with Thorn now draped across her back and cuddling against her saddle.

All to the watchful eye of a scyther who stood firm within the trees.  Her face darkened as she sunk the blade of her arm into the wood only once, and flew back 	to the cave.