Zoey fingered the Great Ball in her hand as she laid on her bed, wondering what to do on this lazy Saturday afternoon. The object of her touch housed a Kommo-o that she had recently been given by a very close friend, something about them feeling sad that he was just cooped up on their PC. She hadn't yet opened the Pokeball, if Zoey was honest with herself, she was kind of nervous. Most Kommo-o, according to the internet, were as tall as her, but unlike her, they had over fifty pounds on her, razor sharp claws, and all sorts of terrifying moves they used in battles.

Getting attacked or getting hurt by Kommo-o wasn't really that big of a fear in her mind. Worst case, and she had thought about it a lot, all she'd have to do is recall him back into the Pokeball and give him back to her friend. As for now, however, all she did was hold it in her hand, looking at the sapphire blue, pearl white, and polished maroon on the Great Ball. Zoey twirled her long, brown hair in a finger as she tried to find the will to do anything else but lay on her bed.

Bike? Hike? Go for a walk, or down to the gym? Maybe she could go to a restaurant with Kommo-o, get acquainted with him. After all, he was kind of her Pokemon, and she… well, she was lonely, and would definitely appreciate the company of anyone, anything, but her thoughts. With a sigh, Zoey let the Pokeball fall out of her hand and took up her phone, getting more desperate than she ever had when she typed into a search bar, "Things to do".

Ads, run-down tourist websites, other such nonsense… typical. Zoey opened the map app on her phone and looked around the island she was on. Ula'ula Island was one of the four major islands that made up the Alolan region, and it also just so happened to be the biggest of the four. She had moved there a while back as an assistant to some rich accounting firm in Malie City, and this had been the first time she'd really been able to sit back and relax with her weekend off.

Zoey moved all around the island on her phone, looking at all the beaches and restaurants too rich for her blood, scrolling around until she found something that finally caught her eye. It was a secluded looking beach on the far east of the island, unnamed. She didn't know what it meant, hell, every beach had a name in this place. As she was always, always up for an adventure, Zoey got her lazy bones off the bed, Great Ball in hand, ready to go. She was unsure if she'd need a boat ride there, but a hike was always an option as well.

After Zoey had thrown a beach kit together - towel, sun screen, food, water, an extra change of clothing - she went back into her room and undressed. A quick glance in the mirror made her happy she had gotten that gym membership, even if it was a little pricey. If she had to stroke her ego a bit, Zoey would say that she had one hell of a summer body. Lean, tan, curvy in the right places, and skin as clear as one can get living on an island.

Now if she'd listen to her mom and get a boyfriend, maybe then she'd stop getting pestered by the woman. Zoey had tried dating a bit, but never got around to anything actually serious; why date a human when a good toy worked just as well, didn't stop until you were satisfied, and, best of all, didn't complain? Clearly, it was something her mother never had.

With a giggle, Zoey slipped into a bikini and grabbed a black cover-up. It had laces that tied right up to the bottom of her breasts, and went down to right below her groin, which allowed her to go into restaurants. It was her most comfortable beach outfit. After slipping the Pokeball into the bag, Zoey slipped on her shoes, grabbed a bottle of water, took a glance at where this hidden beach was, and left the house. The weather in Ula'ula Island was, as usual, tropical. Humid, a bit hot, but the breeze more than made up for it.

With a stride in her step, Zoey walked towards the hidden beach. It would maybe take her ten minutes, but what she didn't know was if it would even be worth it. Maybe it was just at the bottom of super steep cliffs? Maybe it was unnamed because it was infested with pests or maybe it was some kind of drug den? The thought made her shiver, but at least it got her out of the house, and that was the most important thing.

The weather was beautiful, the breeze was amazing, not a cloud in the sky as far as the eye could see, and the sun didn't feel harsh or oppressive as it usually did. It made for excellent walking, and, hopefully, excellent swimming. Zoey realized that this was the perfect opportunity to let Kommo-o out of his Pokeball, so, with a racing heart, she did.

After finding a spot in the grass, away from the walking path and underneath a row of palm trees, Zoey grabbed the Great Ball and clicked the middle. There was a flash of red light, white light, then nothing but one of the most beautiful Pokemon she had ever seen.

Most of the scaly skin that wasn't covered by dark, magenta violets and dazzling fuchsia pinks was a brilliant, gleaming golden that Zoey swore almost shone under the Alolan sun. Kommo-o had beautiful pink claws on his black paws, and the claws on his hands were the same colors. The head-dress-like collection of scale plates that flowed down from the main plate on his head were that beautiful pink and violet color, but the thick scale plates under his jaw were pink and gold. On his shoulders lie two white and gold epaulets that seemingly gave birth to more scales, each pink and golden. What made Zoey the most nervous about him, however, was the fact that, unlike most of his kind, this Kommo-o was easily a foot taller than her.

But still… he was a shiny Pokemon...

"Kommo-o?" The rough, deep voice of this Pokemon spoke in an almost commanding way.

"W-well, Kommo-o, I was going to go to a beach. You wanna come and explore with me?" Zoey was still marveling at this Pokemon.

Kommo-o looked at his claws, as if he was uninterested in joining her. Zoey watched as he walked over to one of the palm trees and scratched at it. He tore deep canals into the wood, which made Zoey nervously cry out. She ran over to him, grabbing his arm, commanding him to stop, but Kommo-o shook her off like she was nothing but a fly.

"Stop that this instant!" Zoey cried, her face red. Her hand flew to the unscaled portion of Kommo-o's arm, slapping it hard.

It sounded worse than it really was, but it definitely made Kommo-o stop. He frowned, looking down at her with the menacing gaze, and started towards her. Zoey backed up as he advanced, looking up into his black and white eyes, knowing only fear. After backing up against a large rock by the palm tree, Kommo-o closed the distance and slammed a clawed fist above her head.

That's when something grew inside of Zoey. If living in a rather poor part of Saffron City had taught her anything, it was to stand up for herself. Even if this Kommo-o was a foot taller than her, and easily had fifty pounds on her, she wasn't about to let him bully her. She frowned and straightened up, puffing her chest out, and opened her arms wide.

"What!?" She said in her bravest, heavily-accented voice. It might have been amusing to view, but it took all she had not to crumple right there. "You're my Pokemon, and I told'ja to stop!" Zoey roughly pushed Kommo-o's chest, and, surprisingly, pushed him back enough to make him stumble a few feet backwards.

Kommo-o growled, a deep, menacing thing, but by now, Zoey had some semblance of bravery inside of her. Claws or not, size or not, moves or not, she wouldn't let herself be bullied by anyone, not anymore. Much to her dismay, Kommo-o lowered his head and charged her. Luckily, she was able to maneuver around him, a light slap from his tail on her thigh was all that resulted from the charge. Kommo-o, on the other hand, charged head-first into the rock he had been trying to intimidate her against.

Zoey, with the crazy bitch flowing through her veins, jumped onto the dazed Kommo-o, bringing him down. She straddled his chest and pinned both of his arms down, thankful that he was dazed; never would have been able to do this if he wasn't. When Kommo-o finally got his bearings, he frowned, and looked up at Zoey. A fierce blush was on his face, he was clearly humiliated about being taken down so easily.

"Now. You. Are. My. Pokemon." Zoey panted, leaning into her grasp on his clenching arms. "Got it?"

Kommo-o, surprisingly, nodded.

"No more funny business. No headbutting. You listen to me, got it!?"

The blush grew even more intense, then a nod.

Zoey held him down for a few more seconds, panting as she asserted her dominance. Once she figured he had learned his lesson, Zoey sat up, still straddling Kommo-o, and tensed up almost immediately as the Pokemon put a clawed paw on her thigh. She looked at him, but all he did was feel her skin with… surprisingly dull claws. Not razor sharp, but nice. Why was Kommo-o still blushing, though?

Ice ran down her back as Zoey thought of one reason. He couldn't really, though, right? She looked behind her, and the ice only grew, giving her goosebumps everywhere. Yes. He was. Kommo-o had a significant erection.

Zoey frantically looked back and forth between Kommo-o's ever growing blush, and the ever stiffening cock. It was an impressive, fearsome member to say the least; maybe eight inches long, a thick knot at the base, four painfully hard looking bumps led up a path of bulging, spider-webbed veins to an impressive set of ridges. There were five of them in total, each rising up a bit before tapering down, stretching across most of his cock. On the underbelly of his throbbing member, the spikes that were in front of the knot formed two rows, each growing smaller as they approached the tip, and the tip… oh man. It resembled a human tip, but around the back of it, there were small barbs that lined the bulbous thing.

"Dear Arceus…" Zoey quickly hopped off of him.

Kommo-o straightened up, his face pretty much completely red at this point. He pulled his legs, as well as that large dick of his, close to his stomach, resting his paws in on his legs. She stood there for a few moments, looking at the Pokemon as he covered his arousal. Was he into being dominated, or something? Zoey had certainly taken his aggressiveness down a notch.

"I did not expect that…"

"Kommo-o." He spat, rising up.

His erection was hidden back into his slit when Zoey looked, but it wasn't long after the peek that she was pushed aside by an angry, embarrassed Kommo-o. She considered putting him back into his Pokeball and giving him back to her friend, but Zoey wanted to be friends with him. After a soft call of his name, she caught up with him, grabbing one of his clawed hands and tugged on it, bringing them both to a halt. Kommo-o glanced down at Zoey, a frown on his face.

"Look, you might be my Pokemon but… I want us to be friends, okay?" She offered a smile up at him, but Kommo-o just blushed, frowned, and started walking again, his hand slipping out of Zoey's.

Zoey frowned and caught up to him again, pulling his hand into hers. She held on tight, and after the first few tugs, Kommo-o just went with it, and the two walked hand in hand for a while. A couple cars passed them on the way to the beach, and when one particular large SUV passed them, Zoey watched it zoom down the road. Kommo-o caught her off guard and wrenched his hand from hers, she looked over just in time to see him sticking a talon up his nose.

She kept her distance as this Pokemon dug around, questioning if he was seriously resorting to what could only be described as middle school antics to keep her from holding his hand. As it turned out, that was exactly what Kommo-o was doing.

With a smug look of victory on his face, the brute began to walk away from her. Zoey didn't know if he knew where they were going, but from just how confident he was in his stride, she decided to just follow along. They passed cliff after cliff after cliff, each time she looked down, there was nothing, no beach at all, and none off in the distance as far as she could see.

As they walked, Zoey couldn't help but look Kommo-o up and down. This was the first shiny Pokemon she had ever seen in person before, and certainly the first shiny Kommo-o she had seen. His scales glinted in the sunlight, vibrant colors that dazzled her almost too easily. In fact, she was so distracted looking at Kommo-o that Zoey didn't even see the ramp that led down to the beach, nor the second or third one to follow that one.

It was only when Kommo-o stopped, gazing up a palm tree, that she snapped out of whatever that was and saw the beach that she had set out to find. She laughed and called Kommo-o, jogging down a ramp, but stopped when hers were the only footsteps she heard.

Zoey looked back just in time to see Kommo-o leap up and dig his talons into the palm, scaling it quickly. He was already halfway up the tree when she got back to the base of it.

"Kommo-o!" She yelled, cupping two hands around her mouth. "Get down here this instant!"

He didn't. In fact, he only seemed to climb higher, but for what reason? Zoey was tempted to recall him to his Great Ball, but wanted to try and get him down herself. What kind of precedence would she set for this "friendship," if she just put him back into his Pokeball whenever he was being bad?

"Please!" She called, adopting a much more gentle tone.

Still he climbed.

The Great Ball was held up, enough with this, enough with trying to be his friend. Clearly, even though he was such a cool Pokemon, Kommo-o had no interest listening to her. Maybe she could give him back to her friend, and maybe he could give her a different Pokemon. She fingered the button, moments away from actually doing it, when Kommo-o reached the top of the palm tree. Besides the fact that she didn't even know if the Great Ball could recall a Pokemon from that distance - the palm tree was easily a hundred feet tall - Zoey noticed that Kommo-o was clawing at something at the top of it.

She watched for a few seconds as he worked something large and green off the middle of it, and when he tossed it carelessly behind him, Zoey screeched and dove out of the way. The coconut thumped loudly as it smashed into the earth, she looked over at where it had landed and her eyes bulged. It was partially buried, it was so heavy.

A few seconds later, Kommo-o slid down the tree, his claws leaving gigantic gash marks around it. He looked over at Zoey, who was still on the ground, eyes wide with terror, and a strange grating noise came from his throat. Kommo-o was laughing at her.

Thoroughly humiliated, Zoey rose in a fury and…

Followed Kommo-o?

He walked over to a bench and sat down, the old, sun-bleached wood creaked under his weight. As Zoey began to scold him, yelling nearly at the top of her lungs about how dangerous that was, and how he could have killed her, he paid her no mind. Instead, Kommo-o preoccupied himself with de-husking the coconut as easily as one would peel a banana. When the green and cream colored husk was on the grass, Kommo-o's tail whipped forward, cracking the fruit in half.

Zoey stopped yelling at him and just watched in disbelief. Kommo-o greedily drank down the water in both of the coconut halves, well, what remained from him bashing it in half, and eagerly scooped the flesh out with a talon. She wondered if he was just acting up because he was hungry, especially that, once satisfied with eating half of it, Kommo-o smiled at her and offered the other half.

She was just about to take it when Kommo-o, faster than anything she had ever seen before, pulled it back and licked the white flesh. Once thoroughly coated in his saliva, Kommo-o grinned, offering the half again.

'He's acting like a kid…' Zoey thought.

Kommo-o was just about to take the half back when Zoey reached out, grabbing it from his hand. He watched as she dug into the flesh with her own fingernail, eating as much of it as she could stomach.

Zoey shuddered, though. It was really nasty; his saliva was thick, and tasted of coconut, sure, but it was still a weird consistency to eat. Regardless, she had to show that she wasn't about to chicken out, and Kommo-o seemed to respect that. When she was done with as much as she could eat, Zoey handed it back to him, and Kommo-o polished off the rest.

"Now, let's go to the beach. I feel like getting a tan." She reached down and took his clawed hand, holding on tight as she led the way to the ramp.

Kommo-o let her hold his hand all the way to the beach, not even trying to pull away this time. His hand was much warmer than it was the last time Zoey had it in hers, he almost seemed nervous.

The sand was, like most sand on Ula'ula Island, warm to the point of almost being uncomfortable, but after a second or two of acclimating to it, Zoey sighed. Between this, the lulling, hypnotic sounds of waves crashing upon shore, and the fact that the nearest person she saw was pretty far away, everything just felt right. Although, the couple she spied off in the distance must have been wearing matching, skin colored bathing suits, cause that's sure what looked like.

Zoey didn't care, if she was honest. Kommo-o's hand left her and she followed him to the steep cliff that led up to the area they had just walked down from. It was so steep that it offered quite a lot of shade from the hot Akalan sun, which Kommo-o enjoyed, plopping down and shaking the sand from his scales.

The backpack was thrown down, sunscreen taken out and applied, and before she knew it, Zoey was lazed out on a gigantic beach towel in the sun. It had been a bit worrying to her, untying her bikini, cause she didn't know if Kommo-o might try and do something. After all, he was quite the prankster, if his previous actions were anything to go off of, maybe he'd outright steal her bikini top and run away with it. That wouldn't make for a fun walk home.

She let out a sigh as the sun began to warm her up. After dealing with people in the office all week, it was nice to be somewhere like this. Somewhere warm, quiet, but with the pleasant white noise of the ocean lulling her into such a sleepy state that, if it wasn't for worrying about Kommo-o causing a ruckus, or the breeze occasionally blowing sand up in her face, she might have actually fallen asleep.

Zoey couldn't help it, though.

Between the sun, the relaxation, and her thoughts melting and melding into one solid conglomerate of ideas and sensations, sleep found her. It wasn't a dream per say, more like an out of body experience. She was able to see the entirety of Ula'ula Island, everywhere from her home, her work, even her favorite restaurant. The place that interested her the most, however, was back home, back in Kanto.

Somehow, as if she had willed it to life herself, Zoey found herself back in the messy, crowded house that she had grown up in. Everything was the same way it had been when she had left for Ula'ula Island all those years ago. Rockruff was curled up in her father's lap, who was sitting by a fireplace. Her mother was beside him, looking oddly enough like she was more of a servant than the mom Zoey knew.

As she walked through the house, kicking away toys and books that cluttered the hallways - something she had been glad about moving away from - Zoey made her way to her old bedroom. Of course, it wasn't just hers, Zoey had come from a large family: ten children, two parents, and occasionally a grandparent or two. In "her" room, there were two sets of bunk beds, none but hers made up with clean blankets and fresh sheets.

It would have been that way if Jeremy, her crush from middle school and the boy she had wanted to be with until death do her part, was there on her bed. Naked.

Zoey's eyes grew wide: even though she had never seen Jeremy naked before, her imagination had taken over, and it made her feel funny between her legs. Shocked, she looked down and realized that they were both roughly the same age there were in middle school. Was this all just some weird fantasy that had surfaced from her time daydreaming about him in middle school?

Whatever the case was, Jeremy was growing close. He pressed his warm body against hers, she could feel his warmth, feel the well of emotions flooding back to her. All those times she had looked on in wonder at that skinny, yet slightly chubby body in tight gym clothing, all the feelings and desires she had for him, they hit her like a ton of bricks, and all he was doing was hugging her.

Zoey closed her eyes and leaned into him, smelling that hideous sandalwood smell that he had always seemed to smell like back in middle school. She had never been sure if it was a cologne or a deodorant, but it had always made her nose wrinkle in disgust. It had been the one thing she wished she could change about him, but at the same time, it had grown on her as the two grew up together.

Jeremy then did something she had only dreamt of: he knelt down and gently began licking her. He wasn't skilled by any sense of the word, but his tongue more than made up for it. It was large, rough, and made her squirm in delight. As she got more and more into it, however, she began to wonder why it felt so big, and so much more rougher than the last man that went down on her.

She looked down and screamed in a lust filled terror: this wasn't Jeremy. No, the creature that was licking her so wonderfully was none other than Kommo-o. Everything snapped back to reality in a matter of seconds, she woke up to the rough, passionate licks of this new Pokemon.

"What the FUCK?!" Zoey yelped, scrambling backwards on the hot sand, kicking Kommo-o as she made her way back against the rock wall.

Kommo-o didn't waste any time in following her, however, and scrambled after her. Zoey, back against the stone wall, looked over, unsure of this situation. The dream had been pretty hot, and had left her in a state that made it almost impossible to deny the pleasure he brought her, but at the same time, he had, while she was sleeping, undid her bikini and licked her most guarded areas.

His large paws rested on her closed legs, and gently tugged them. Zoey was hesitant at first, and he didn't try and force anything upon her. No, when she allowed him to gently pull her legs open, it was because Zoey wanted him to. It didn't take much longer for Kommo-o to go back down on her, his head quickly buried itself in her groin, and began to lick.

Almost instantly, Zoey arched her back and moaned softly. He must have been holding himself back when she had been sleeping, because now, Kommo-o was an absolute animal. He licked and sucked and made her toes curl with just how rabid he ate her out. Each time his tongue went up her, it made a pass on Zoey's neglected clit, and the new and unfamiliar sensation of a Pokemon tongue made her breath a bit heavier.

When Kommo-o grabbed her thighs with his clawed paws, Zoey tried not to squeal in delight. It had been so long since she had been with anyone that she had considered just dropping her pants in the middle of a jungle and letting the wildlife go at her. This, however, was much better than that ever could have been. Kommo-o was quick to abuse those spots that made her whine, and licked, sucked, and rubbed those areas without abandon.

It didn't even occur to Zoey where she was when she moaned as loud as she did. Kommo-o's tongue assaulted her most sensitive areas, and the resulting yelps, groans, and squeals drew in a crowd. Two or three completely naked people, at first, but more and more of these overly tanned, naked humans followed. Zoey, once she finally opened her eyes, screamed in terror, but Kommo-o didn't let up.

Her heart raced, her eyes grew wide, all Zoey wanted to do was bury her head in the sand and be eaten out by Kommo-o. When she gave it a bit more thought, however, Zoey realized something. Those skin colored bathing suits, they hadn't been bathing suits at all. This beach wasn't named because Ula'ula Island didn't like broadcasting that it was one of the only islands with a nude beach in it. A nude beach she was currently being eaten out on.

There were maybe ten or twelve people surrounding her, most sporting rather large erections, but there were some smaller endowed men, as well as one or two women that might have been their wives. Each was watching Zoey, watching the Pokemon go to town on her, watching the pleasure he gave her.

She was going to cum.

Zoey was going to cum, for the first time in her life, in front of an audience of complete strangers. She didn't know what felt worse; being brought to an orgasm by a Pokemon she barely knew, or the onlookers beginning to masturbate as they avidly watched her pleasure. Figuring that this was as worse as it could get, Zoey took charge, grabbing Kommo-o's head and pushing it into her pussy, making him eat her out faster and faster.

His head was used as a sex toy for her, one that could lick, kiss, and suck all those wonderful parts of her. Zoey began to feel lightheaded from the pleasure, and didn't stop herself from whimpering and quivering, it had just felt too good. Through breathy pants, Zoey held Kommo-o's pink and golden head close to her groin, and finally, wonderfully, let loose.

Unlike many of her orgasms, which were brought through the help of a vibrator and, in rather dull circumstances, her own fingers, this one was a great many magnitudes better, stronger, powerful. Zoey collapsed into a puddle of euphoria and unbridled bliss, which was when Kommo-o took over again, his tongue sending electric shocks throughout her body as he went about pleasing her.

When the clarity came back to her, when Zoey realized that Kommo-o, who was, for all intents and purposes, a complete stranger, had brought her to an orgasm, there was a silent spark of rage that grew in her heart. Looking around, she could see maybe five or six leaky onlookers furiously, passionately stroking various sized and colored cocks. With a gulp, she addressed them, shoving Kommo-o aside.

"All you, please, cum on his face. He's been a bad Pokemon, and needs a bit of humiliation."

Even as it left her mouth it sounded bad, but what else was she gonna say that wouldn't have sounded stupid? Zoey blushed, as she realized that all the men were focused on her, and wondered if they had even heard her. She was about to say something again when a rather pudgy man with a relatively small cock stepped forward.

Kommo-o glared at him, grunting his name in surprise and screwing his eyes shut as the pudgy man suddenly blasted ropes of cum all over his face. This man must have been pretty pent up, because he easily painted the face of Kommo-o white with his cum. This outburst led another man to step forward, then another, and another, and before Zoey knew it, Kommo-o had all five or six men furiously stroking themselves off, blasting his face with their warm, white cum.

When the last man, another pudgy man, albeit with a much larger dick, left, Kommo-o sat there, cum running down his face. There was a brief silence between the two as Zoey looked on, wanting nothing more to laugh, but knowing that this Pokemon could still easily kill her with a quick jab. After a few more tense, awkward seconds, she handed him a towel, which he used to wipe at last a cup of cum off of his face. He offered it back when he was done, but Zoey just let it fall to the ground.

No way did she want that towel anymore.

Kommo-o laid against a warm rock, still in a bit of shock, it appeared, from what had happened. Zoey snuggled beside him, grabbing his arm and putting it around her chest. The little dare devil squeezed one of her breasts, which made her jump a bit before giggling and smacking his hand away.

"So, was today fun?" She asked, folding a leg over another so it hid her slightly wet pussy from the two onlookers that were seemingly talking to each other.

"Kom." He said, shrugging.

"I think… I liked it. I liked it when I woke up to you… y'know. It was nice. And then what came after, all your licks and kisses well… that was awesome as well." She spied the tip of his cock poking from a slit, and grinned. Why not try and make him fuck her as well? "I bet my pussy tasted good as well, right?" A few inches of his cock almost immediately popped out, and it quickly grew. "You liked eating me out, huh?"

It was at this point she sat up and reached down, taking his warm length in her hand. Kommo-o shivered from her touch, and the knot at the base of his hardening member swelled with blood as she touched it. He looked down at her, blushing heavily as she touched his awesome looking member, and murmured his name softly.

Zoey just smiled as his ribbed, spiky member gave her hand a message each time she ran it down its impressive length. She wanted nothing more than to sit on him, but Zoey knew that she probably wouldn't enjoy it; she had just been eaten out by Kommo-o. Any kind of pleasure would make her uncomfortable from the oversensitized area.

As Zoey ran her hand up and down Kommo-o's length, something slippery suddenly made her hand wet. She looked down and saw that Kommo-o was leaking precum, which turned her on quite a bit. With a grin, Zoey leaned down, putting his tip in her mouth and suckling on it a bit, getting a good taste of what he was. Musty. Salty. Sweaty. Very very earthy. It wasn't the best thing she tasted, but when Kommo-o put a large paw on her hand and gently pushed her head down his length, it seemed as if that didn't matter.

She stopped him before he made her gag; Zoey knew when enough was enough. It wasn't too bad, though, she was able to take over half of his length before his imposing, intimidating knot, but that in and of itself was perfect. With one hand, she held his cock like a wine glass, gently squeezing and feeling its slimy, wet girth. With the other, she ran it up and down the four inches she had left to consume, jerking him off as she began to blow him.

Kommo-o began to shudder, sighing softly and murmuring his name as she went to work on him. Zoey was, by no sense of the word, good at giving head, but she figured it wasn't too hard. Suck, lick, and swallow the insane amount of saliva and precum that built up in her mouth. While she was doing that, make sure his knot was well looked after and his shaft was stroked. Yeah. This was easy!

And then she gagged. It wasn't anything in particular that set it off, but before she knew it, Zoey was coughing up saliva, the feeling of wanting to empty her stomach overpoweringly strong. Kommo-o looked down with concern, placing a hand on her shoulder, caringly, which made her smile and look up at him. She reassured him that she was fine by opening wide, angling his member down, and consuming up to the safe point with her warm, wet mouth.

This time around, she'd give soft, gentle bites up his shaft as she sucked upwards, which made him tense up ever so slightly each time, his pathetic whimpering almost turning Zoey on again. She picked up her pace with her strokes, wanting to milk him for all he was worth. The only thing she wished he had was a ball sack she could fondle, one she could suck on as she jerked him off.

Kommo-o's wide paw went to her head again as she sucked, beginning to push her down in tandem with her licking down. It made Zoey feel as if she was doing something right, which definitely turned her on. Thinking that Kommo-o was liking this so much that he couldn't do anything but put his hand on her head, it sent shivers down her spine.

After a few more sucks, Kommo-o pushed her head off of him, grabbing his massive erection in his large paw, and began to huff as he stroked himself off. Zoey was a little distraught that he didn't want to finish inside of her, but as she was pelted with the first of many of his ropes of cum, it didn't much matter. The hot, white liquid pelted her face before streaming down to the sand, leaving a moist, dark spot by her knees.

When Kommo-o gave a long, shuddering sigh and let his cock go, Zoey immediately went to it, suckling his tip and holding it in her mouth. The salty, musky residue of his cum was still all over his cock, which she greedily licked and sucked off of him, cleaning him as best she could. Kommo-o began to shiver slightly, and pushed her off, smiling down at her.

Zoey cuddled up next to him, and the two of them watched the ocean waves crash upon the sand. Both had pleased each other, but Zoey knew there was one other thing she wanted to do, one more internal itch she knew she just had to scratch. For right now, however, there was nothing either of them had the energy to do but lie on the beach, naked, and in each other's company.

. . .

"Uggghhh!" Zoey moaned as she dumped a literal mountain of sand out of her backpack.

"Kommo?" The large lizard inquired, poking his head over Zoey's shoulder.

"It's just… I hate sand! It's coarse and rough, and it gets everywhere!" Zoey said with a grin.

She looked over at Kommo-o, but he didn't look amused. Instead, he turned away and began to explore the house. Thankfully, she didn't hear any crashing or banging that was that worrisome; she didn't have precious vases or anything like that. After tossing the empty backpack aside, Zoey walked towards the sound of a creaking bed, and poked her head into her room.

Almost immediately, she blushed.

Kommo-o had, in his claws, her favorite toy. A SuperMaxxx brand vibrator, the strongest one they offered for the price. Before she did anything, Zoey looked on in curiosity. Kommo-o apparently didn't know what the device was for; no doubt it was the first of anything he had seen like it. Canine Pokemon, she knew, had good noses and could have easily smelled the result of the pleasure the toy brought, but could Kommo-o?

Sure looked like it. Already, Zoey saw his tip poking out, and as if by happenstance, Kommo-o stumbled upon the on switch. When the toy began to vibrate, he froze and quickly dropped it, his eyes growing wide with curiosity. It was then Zoey decided to enter.

"It's called a vibrator, Mo." A nickname she had found irritated the beast.

With a huff, she squatted down and picked the toy up, smiling as she and Kommo-o looked at it. Zoey rose and grabbed one of Kommo-o's clawed paws, turning it palm side up and pressing the vibrator into it. After the shock cleared from his eyes, she moved it up his arm, to the crook of his elbow, under the white epaulet of fur. He tried to squirm away, but Zoey quickly calmed him down with a kiss.

And then she dragged the vibrator to his slit.

At first, Kommo-o was deathly still, his face turning a bright shade of red as he sat motionless on the bed. Zoey drove the vibrator into the fleshy slit, feeling it get pushed aside as Kommo-o got hard. Before he got too hard, Zoey thought of something. She had always wanted a man to use these, but Kommo-o would have to suffice.

Before his length emerged, the ribs, small blunt spikes, and knot had a chance to swell to full attention, Zoey took three decent sized cock rings and slid them down his shaft. Each fit perfectly on top each other, and as Kommo-o's knot swelled with further teasing from the wand, the rings pushed it upwards, past the last one. Once he was so hard he was almost maroon, she knew the rings had worked. He wasn't going anywhere any time soon.

Zoey handed the wand over, instructing him to rub it up and down his painfully erect length. He watched as she stripped down to nothing but her anklet, his eyes growing wide with hunger for her. Once nude, Zoey went to the night stand and grabbed a small bottle of lube, going back and kneeling in front of Kommo-o.

The lube trickled down his cock, and the sounds alone as she stroked him off with both hands almost hypnotized her. Kommo-o's length was glistening when she finished, standing back to admire her handiwork. There he was, a nearly six foot tall Pokemon blushing and leaning back on his arms as he looked at her. Suddenly, Kommo-o leapt up and grabbed her.

Zoey shouted in alarm, but was thrown to the bed, like a sack of potatoes. Kommo's claws gripped her waist tightly, tight enough to draw blood, and as he thrusted his entire length into her, knot and all, Zoey couldn't help but scream. It had been a mistake to taunt him, a mistake to let him out of his Pokeball, this she realized as he began to breed her, make her his.

After a few more rough pushes, however, everything seemed to ease. His grip weakened only slightly, and he didn't thrust into her completely, instead bumping his knot against her slit with each lazy, yet hard, push. As the ribs began to drag up and down, as the barbs tickled her, as the ever looming realization that he'd knot her and fill her with his cum once he was done using her filled Zoey's head, she let out a loud, shuddering moan.

It seemed to egg Kommo-o on, who began to pick up the pace a bit more, dragging his seemingly massive length in and out of her almost as fast as he did when he first started. Everything began to meld into one as she was fucked; Zoey couldn't tell the time five minutes in, and by the tenth minute, she had trouble even remembering her name. Kommo-o had gotten much more gentle with his thrusts, sure, but the initial pain of his eager, dominating thrust was still there.

Kommo-o suddenly pulled out, and she felt claws on her stomach. He flipped her around and knelt on the bed, pushing her upwards a bit. So this was how he wanted to take her, finish her. With her legs on his chest, claws holding them tightly in place. His eyes glared into hers, Zoey didn't recognize the look, but none of that mattered once he lined his cock up with her pussy and pushed it in.

Completely.

She gasped when his knot stretched her wider than she had ever been able to stretch herself before. Kommo-o let out a breathy roar and began to knot-fuck her, pushing the plump bulb in as deep as it could go before pulling it out, a wet schlucking sound each time he did. Zoey reached down to rub herself, but Kommo-o swatted her hand away, frowning. Would he not even let her get off?

It terrified her when he reached down. Those claws could rip the husk off a coconut like it was nothing; what would it do to the most sensitive part on her body? When he felt around, rubbing his claw against her, Zoey was pleasantly surprised at the feeling. It was more akin to the back of a fingernail than a sharp nail or something. When he pushed it harder into her, rubbed her more, whatever fear she knew went away. She trusted him with the task of getting her off.

That was all he did for a while; rubbing her quivering cunt as his enormous length throbbed inside of her, knot pressed firmly against the quivers. Zoey could tell that Kommo-o wanted nothing more to do than shoot his load inside of her, make her his, breed her, but he held back in favor of making her feel good. For Kommo-o, it seemed as if her pleasure mattered just as much as his.

And she could tell. Kommo-o didn't need much instruction; a few gasping, moaning words directed him in the right way. He was a quick learner and made her grunt almost immediately with how hard he tried. If she was honest with herself, though, Zoey was glad when he began to fuck her again. Having him claw her off was nice and all, but that enormous cock of his was definitely what would get her off the quickest.

Zoey wrapped her arms around him with a groan, beginning to pant as he fucked her. Kommo-o laid into her, squishing his lizard chest against her warm breasts as his lengthy member made her squeal in pleasure. Each thrust was something overwhelmingly shocking; never before in her life had Zoey ever been able to feel more than a presence when she had sex, but now, every ribbed ridge of his length, every protrusion, even the ridge of his rock solid tip, the sensations overwhelmed and overtook her.

Before she knew it, Zoey was making a mess of the sheets below as she whimpered and clenched, holding onto Kommo-o's scaly body like her life depended on it. Kommo-o it seemed was also unable to continue going; he pushed his gigantic knot inside of her one last time, and a warm sensation suddenly filled her entire groin.

The two laid there in each other's arms, panting and silent. Neither one of them said a word to each other. Zoey could feel Kommo-o continue to cum, the warmth spreading inside of her, and felt happy. Until he rested his full weight onto her, apparently just as exhausted from what had just happened. He was a hefty Pokemon, after all, so she kicked and yelled and punched until he got the message and flipped them around.

Zoey sighed as she rested on him, pushing the hair from her face and smiling down at this golden and pink Pokemon. Kommo-o looked up at her and smiled as well, and everything seemed just right between the two of them. His prankster personality had seemed to go away, his cum was still flowing into her, and each time she shifted, the enormous knot pulsed hard and made him squirm.

Overall, she wondered what tomorrow would hold in store for them…

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Hello audience!

Sorry for the long wait. Had some life stuff going on, but hey, have you joined my Discord yet? If not, the link is down below! Also! I have something cool to announce. I opened up a Ko-fi! If you're not interested, fine, no worries, but the money would go towards art commissions for a VN (Virtual Novel) that I'm slowly coming up with. Link to the page is also down below, anything is appreciated!

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