It shouldn't come as a surprise that most Pokemon Breeders are themselves Pokephiles. I can't speak for every single one of us, but why would you spend all your days and nights watching Pokemon fuck and raising their young if didn't want to "try out your product" every now and then? Especially as there's so many human-looking Pokemon that could potentially bear your children, or intelligent beasts that wanted to ride you or be ridden for hours on end.
Blaze is the perfect example as to why.
I inherited my uncle's breeding farm at age 22. He didn't have any children of his own (at least, no human-looking children who could take over), so the "farm", ten acres and 150 various Pokemon all became mine. Now, I only knew the bare basics of how to run a farm - I'd been training to become a plumber, and everything I learned was from talking to my uncle or through internet searches. I had to do weeks of studying and research to figure out how to run the place, so at least I could make some money off the place. It took some getting used to, watching Pokemon fuck on a daily basis and selling off their young, but eventually I came to realize that the latter was necessary, and the former... the former could be pretty fucking hot.
Now, every breeder has one or more Pokemon that's their favorite - one that would be their partner, someone or something they keep for themselves as "personal use". For me, that was Blaze, our Blaziken. She was my uncle's first batch of bred 'Mons, and served as the farm's protector and guardian. She was kind of old, almost thirty, her feathery yellow hair turning white, her red fluff starting to lose it's luster. While most Pokemon live as long as most humans, their fertility didn't last as long, and Blaze likely didn't have too many cycles left, even if she remained in top physical shape. And indeed, she was one ripped bird-girl - she wasn't trained in the same way that battlers were, but she was farm-raised, spending her days helping out with chores and fighting off Wild Pokemon looking to eat our 'Mons. She could probably beat up a Trainer's 'Mon in a straight-up fight, if they were on their own (and allowed to fight dirty).
I'd always known I was a bit of a Pokephile, long before I moved to the farm. I didn't know that I had a thing for older, muscular ladies until I spent so much time with Blaze. Watching her rock a ponytail, her toned body glistening with sweat, lifting heavy bales of hay with thighs that can crush a watermelon - it's hard not to feel aroused by a woman as sexy and confident. Needless to say, it didn't take long for the two of us to start fooling around. She was a sexually experienced matriarch who needed to serve a master, and I was a young virgin who needed to be taught and could dominate and be dominated. We had a ton of sex, practically daily, as she brought me up to the level of my uncle. We did it in my bedroom, in my car, by the barn, in the woods - everywhere you can think of. More than that, she helped me hook up with our other female and male 'Mons, teaching me everything I needed to know to get maximum fertility and virility out of everyone, and eggs with every union. She taught me how to make any breeder cum in less than a minute, and do it again and again. Arceus knows if I ever settle down and have myself a human wife with human kids, they'll have Blaze to thank for everything.
Of course, it'd only be fair if I were to return the favor. And as it'd turn out, that's exactly what I did.
It happened early one morning, as we were about to start our chores. As I got dressed and walked outside into the brisk dawn air, I was surprised to find Blaze not waiting for me by my front door. Sometimes (especially if we were in the mood for some late-night delights) she'd sleep in the house with me, but most nights she stayed outside to keep an eye on the property. She's also a much easier early-riser than I am, so her NOT being ready to go for the day's work was rather suspicious.
As the sun started poking above distant trees, I went looking for her. I checked on the 'Mons as I went, making sure they were all safe and accounted for. After a few minutes, however, I figured she was hiding out somewhere in the top level of the barn - her outdoor quarters, where she could see the entire farm with no trouble. It wasn't like her to sleep in, so part of me feared she might've caught a flu or something. But as I entered the barn and approached the ladder, I could hear her panting above me, as well as a wet flicking, schlicking sound. It took me a second to recognize the sound, but when I did, I could feel my morning wood coming back with a vengeance. I smirked as I climbed the ladder as quietly as I could, ascending into Blaze's room.
For living above a barn, the old Blaziken had a sweet pad. She'd been my uncle's favorite too, and he made sure she had all the creature comforts of the indoors. Heated room, twin-sized bed, cupboard full of Blaziken treats, stereo and TV, all the good stuff. More than that, she had a "toychest" from which she had all manner of sextoys - dildos, vibrators, all manner of outfits, to name a few. I've seen her use most of them (even used a few myself during our more kinky nights together), but walking up there that day, I saw Blaze using a toy I hadn't seen before.
I found her on the couch, furiously panting and working herself with a large red dildo. One hand rapidly thrusted the thing in and out of her, while the other held onto a syringe connected to it through a tube. The syringe had some kind of white liquid in it, and it took me a moment to realize that she was using a specialized dildo I got her for her hatchingday. It was an ejaculator, meant to simulate the feeling of being cum inside of. It came with a tube of fake cum, and from the few times I'd seen or heard her use it, it was almost as good as the real thing. Of course, if she was using the dildos instead of having fun with the 'Mons downstairs or outside, that must mean only one thing.
"You're in heat, aren't you girl?"
She turned to look at me, not at all surprised or embarrassed. Her movements slowed down, but otherwise she continued to pleasure herself, desperate for relief.
"Need me to help you with that?" I asked, climbing up and approaching her. "That toy'll help you for a few hours, but only the real thing will satisfy you, won't it?" She nodded, pulling away the glistening length of rubber and plastic, letting it fall onto the ground.
"Yeah," I chuckled, working the button and zipper of my pants, "You need a real man's cum to satisfy that heat in you. Fortunately for you, I still got a little bit of morning wood in need of attending. We can't really start our day without an early morning quickie, can we?" I pulled my pants down, letting my erection stand free and at full-mast. Blaze stared at my manhood, a line of drool forming along the corner of her beak. She slid her legs further apart, crooning lustfully as her free-hand spread her moist, dripping pussy.
"Fuck, Blaze," I declared, dragging two fingers across her slit, "I must be the luckiest man in the world to have a girl like you needing my cock all the time." I drew my fingers up, dripping in her juices. I brought them to her face, and she obediently started sucking on them. As her tongue rolled around them, I smiled. "My own personal slut."
Blaze smiled, stroking herself idly. She didn't mind a little dirty talk and teasing, especially when she was so desperate for a good rutting like she was now. As she continued servicing my hand, I guided myself to her cunt. I could feel warmth radiating off her as I pressed my tip against her entrance, and after a little resistance I slipped inside, her slick inner walls wrapping around me like a wet, warm blanket. My Blaziken moaned, pulling me closer. With a grunt of aroused effort, I grabbed and lifted her legs apart, and started pounding away.
Breeding Fire-Types can be dangerous work, your first time around. Without that strong bond between Pokemon and Master, your partner might accidentally burn you with their flame as they approach their climax, unable or unwilling to control that part of themselves. But Blaze and I, we were close. If she were a human, I would've married her and started a family already. As it was, I was closer with the old Barn Pokemon than almost anyone else in my life. She might not have been my first, but she'd always be my favorite.
She wrapped her arms around me, her claws scratching little lines of singing pain across my back. I propped her thighs on my elbows, grabbing her waist as I thrusted harder. My balls slapped against her muscular asscheeks, a metronome for our rhythmic grunts and moaning. She pressed her chest against mine, her feathers warm like a blanket fresh out of the dryer, comfortable and soothing. I heard that some Blazikens that had human fathers sometimes grew breasts, and there were times like this that I wished Blaze was the same, if only to feel the soft, shapely feel of those delightful mounds against me. But that Blaziken was a purebred didn't detract the pleasure and intimacy of this moment.
You don't always need tits with an ass and pussy this good.
Blaze's cries became higher and quicker, her muscles squeezing me nice and tight. She pulled me in tight, reared her head back and screamed her orgasm to the world. A torrent of flame shot out of her mouth, briefly illuminating the room in a warm glow. Her tunnel tightened and squeezed around my length, desperately trying to milk me for my seed.
"Goddamn it, you're tight!" I growled, continuing to plow away at her pussy, "You must've been on the edge to cum before me! Hah, don't worry, I'm pretty close, too! Hang on!" I pumped faster and faster, even as she was deep in the throes of her climax. I lifted her hips up for a better angle, and she wrapped her strong legs around my waist. I felt my balls start to tighten up, and I knew I was getting close. Other times I might've slowed down or drawn this out, but now was a time where we both needed release. So I thrusted as hard as I could, feeling my dick press against her cervix, and groaned as I came deep into her fertile, needy womb. Lightning filled my body as I shot my hot, sticky cream into her bird cooch. I grunted out a couple half-thrusts, making her howl out a second orgasm as she milked me for every last drop.
We held each other like this blissfully long and short time, until I started to feel her go limp in my arms. Gently I lowered her down to the couch, her legs sliding off me. My cock slid out, squirting out a few last drops above her snatch as a momento. Blaze let her head roll back, but opened her eyes enough to see me, and gave a weak but approving smile.
"Feeling better?" I asked, giving her a playful smile. She cooed happily, nuzzling my cheek.
"Good," I chuckled, lifting her chin up to kiss her beak. She kissed me back, and our tongues danced and wrestled each other. Blaze was always a great kisser - even without lips, her tongue-work was always fantastic. We made out for the better part of a minute, before I forced myself to pull away, my tongue and my cock leaving trails of saliva and cum connecting us for a few seconds more. "Now, let's get cleaned up," I said, "We've got a lot of work to do today."
And so we did. The rest of the day was spent doing chores, getting ready for sales, going through our daily routine. By that night, I could tell that Blaze's heat had returned, so I brought her up to my room to help take the edge off. And we went through that process, again and again, for the rest of the week. And in complete honesty, that might've been the best sex we've ever had.
What made THAT particular heat different, however, was what happened a week later. I woke up to find her standing next to my bed, looking exhausted yet exhilarated, holding a large egg in her arms.
"Blaze," I said, forcing myself up, "You laid an egg?!" The Blaziken smiled and nodded, cautiously sitting down next to me on the bed.
"Oh my gods, girl, you're a mother!" I cried out, gently taking her into my arms, "I'm so happy for you, sweetheart!"
Blaze crooned happily as I held her. When I leaned back, she placed a talon on my chest, then on the egg. She repeated the gesture several times, until it finally clicked as to what she was trying to tell me.
"Is that... our egg?" I asked, a nervous, terrified excitement filling me. She nodded, leaning against me, crooning as she rested her head on my shoulder. As we sat there, marveling at the egg, realizing I was now a father, I couldn't help but wonder what kind of trouble my dick had gotten us into now...