Sly Vixens Training the Trainer
"Here you go, ladies." Their trainer passed around their portions of food in small bowls. Despite their size, it was enough to fill each of the Alpha Pokemon up for the whole day.
Delphox sniffed her food and picked at it, watching their trainer return to the campfire and tend to his pot of stew. Six months by his side and he'd learned her food preferences, sleeping habits, preferred methods of training, and any other little quirks. The one thing he refused to see, or was completely oblivious too, was her carnal needs.
She ground up a piece of food between her fist and gnawed on her knuckles. Too long, she thought, rocking back and forth. Far too long since she last met that need. In the wild, she frequently howled much differently than in the heat of battle, with any partner she wished.
Now, it was all traveling, training, and exploring. Traveling, training, and exploring, day in, day out. She couldn't sneak off and find a suitable mate either. A smaller Pokemon could, but it was a little difficult when one stood seven feet tall with well endowed assets like their team. By the time they came across any wild Pokemon, that cycle of the month had passed and they were back to fighting and growing stronger. Besides, most wild Pokemon that happened to cross their path ran off at the sight of them. They knew better than to pick a fight with the tall team.
The others weren't much better off. Zoroark and her fellow Hisuian counterpart, Cotton, complained more than she did. She suspected the heat cycles of the whole team long ago synced, which explained the two girls munching angrily on their food. Their manes bounced furiously about their heads, swirls of wine red and cotton-candy pinks thankfully hiding the disgusting display
Ninetails was the most reserved of them, quietly nibbling her food pieces one by one. She appeared the absolute image of serene calmness, meditative even, sitting up straight with her legs crossed. But her flicking ear gave her away and her ruby eyes snapped open, shooting fiery glares at the loud gulping and chewing from the Zoroarks.
Her Alolan relative, Snow, morosely traced her paw around her bowl, her normally lively mane wrapped about her neck. She sighed and kept glancing at the sky in the breaks of the tree canopy, entranced by the clouds lazily drifting by. Her absent-mindedness gave Thievul her chance to steal some extra food for herself. In turn, Ninetales took the food right back when Thievul was too busy stealing, returning it into Snow's bowl, and creating a non-stop cycle of thievery.
Cotton was the first to finish and smashed her bowl into pieces on the ground, shattering it. "I can't take this any longer. I need it. I. Need. It. Now," she said, spinning around the small clearing as though a male Pokemon would leap out of the underbrush, ready and willing to mount her.
"We're all feeling it," Ninetales said gently, slapping Thievul's hand and putting an end to the stealing game. "We only need to get through the next few days and we'll be fine."
"No, we won't be." Delphox set her bowl aside and all eyes turned to her. "I can't take another month of this. If I have to, I'll burn this whole forest to ash!"
Zoroark pumped her arm. "Yeah, c'mon let's do it! Let's burn this muthafucka down!" She hopped to her feet, looking to the others to join her. When none did, she flopped back down. "Knew it was too good to be true."
"What do you suggest?" Ninetales asked Delphox, chewing another bit of food. "You know where we can find some suitable males? Lead the way."
"What we need to do is get it through to him," she jabbed an accusatory finger at their trainer. The oblivious young man tasted his soup and continued stirring it.
"How?" Snow wondered glumly. "He doesn't understand us. We may as well be banging rocks together in code for all the good it would do."
"Besides, we already tried that," Ninetales pointed out, again slapping Thievul's paw. "The last tournament, they had a break room where Pokemon hung out and mingled. Despite us making it clear we wanted to go in, he decided against it because 'there wasn't time'."
"That's right," Thievul said, rubbing her sore paw. She flicked a bite of food in the air, catching it neatly in her mouth. "Or when we tried dragging him to the daycare last month. He talked the owners' ears off about what they could teach us."
"He was interested in the eggs," Snow tried helpfully.
Thievul rested her narrow chin on her wrist and her ears drooped. "Yeah. Not so much in how they were made though."
"Do you think," Cotton glanced over at their trainer, "maybe he doesn't know how? I mean, he is kind of dense."
"Nah, he's a trainer. He must know how," Zoroark said. Although she sounded unsure herself.
If Delphox let the conversation meander like this, they'd never get back on track. "Obviously, our trainer, while capable in some aspects of Pokemon-rearing, is still naïve in other areas. Subtlety doesn't work, so we need to use a more direct approach."
The other girls turned to her, waiting for the answer. "We have to show him. Like really show him?"
"What, you mean," Cotton raised an eyebrow, "sex? You want us to fuck him?"
Delphox shrugged. "If we need to. In fact, that might be the only way, since nothing else has worked."
A general commotion of voices immediately drowned out any actual conversation. Snippets of "Are you crazy?" and "Would that work?" and "There's no way!" Their trainer looked over at them confused, likely hearing a cacophony of animalistic grunts and barks among them.
After the initial wave passed, Delphox quickly took the lead before she was yelled over again. "Think of it like training. We're teaching him how to be a better trainer and what we need. Like how he demonstrates how he wants us to move in battle or how to do our daily exercises."
"It'll truly work?" Snow asked, her eyes brightening.
"It's worth a shot," she said. "Are you in?" Snow nodded enthusiastically and they turned to the others.
Zoroark and Cotton glanced at one another for a moment before their faces split into wide grins. "We're game!" they both said.
Thievul juggled a bit of food, thinking to herself. "Sex with a human? How unorthodox." She flipped the food into the air, snatched it deftly in her teeth, and gave a thumbs up. "And intriguing. I'm with you."
All eyes rested on Ninetales, who didn't seem happy with the group consensus. "Hey, desperate times and all," Delphox said. "If nothing else, we'll at least be satisfied this month."
She sighed and nodded. "All right. But make sure you do this right. I don't want us to lose our trainer. He's good to us after all."
"Of course. Now, huddle up. Here's what we'll do."
It was well after midnight when the team enacted their plan. Delphox volunteered to stay awake once everyone went to bed. She wasn't going to get any sleep anyway. Not when they planned such a daring act for this particular night.
Their trainer entered his tent and stayed awake for a while, reading the latest Pokemon journals about newly discovered species and training tips. Things would've been easier if he could afford a larger tent to accommodate all of them so she could watch him easier. Although she doubted they made tents for Pokemon their size.
Besides, she liked sleeping outside. The night breeze was refreshing and the chirping Nincadas in the forest were so soothing, lulling her to sleep with their rhythmic sounds.
She slapped her face and sat up straight. No, she had to stay awake! She picked up her trusty branch and dug it into the ground, drawing amusing images to pass the time.
Eventually, the light in the tent went out. She decided to wait for a half hour longer to be certain, cocking an attentive ear towards the tent. No movement, no sounds. Nothing except the chorus of bug Pokemon in the forest around them.
She almost backed out. Second thoughts gnawed at her that all of this could turn out horribly wrong. If not for the aching, incessant sensation clawing at her every second, she might've. Every minute awake was a minute spent with one and only one thought on her mind: sex.
She chewed on her stick like a wild Houndoom on a bone, the soft wood splintering with her remaining patience. The minutes ticked by excruciatingly slow and she yanked on her ears, a futile gesture to block out the invisible urge welling inside her.
When she could bear it no longer, Delphox threw caution to the wind. She'd waited long enough. Carefully crouching low, she crawled on her digits and tips of her toes around the clearing, tapping the others. Snow perked up easily, her eyes shimmering. "Is it tim-mgh?!"
Delphox clamped a hand over her mouth, shushed her, and nodded silently. She pointed at Ninetales and Thievul, signaling to wake them, and Snow slunk off. Delphox went toward Zoroark and Cotton, who were slumped over one another. Zoroark snored loudly, a trail of drool dribbling into Cotton's mane.
Disguisted and wondering if she should even wake them, Delphox decided it wouldn't be fair to the pair and shook them. Neither reacted. She tried both paws, shaking them harder. Cotton snorted, but stayed deep asleep.
Finally, she whacked them over the head with her branch. Cotton yelped about being under attack and leapt up, throwing Zoroark off of her. The other started cursing and flailing, claws out and ready for a fight.
By then, Ninetales and Thievul were well awake and they helped Delphox muffle and restrain the loud pair on the ground. At this point, she was prepared to burn their manes to a crisp if they ruined their chance. They all looked at the tent, waiting with bated breath for their trainer to peer his head out and their plan go up in smoke.
When nothing happened and they realized they were still in the clear, they sighed with relief and released them. "Sorry, I'm a deep sleeper," Cotton said.
Delphox zipped her own lips and Zoroark shot her finger guns. "Quiet, gotcha," she whispered.
It would be a miracle if they could pull this off. Delphox led the team up to the tent and they checked inside. Their trainer's sleeping bag was against wall and his belongings scattered throughout. She directed Thievul inside, followed by Zoroark and Cotton.
Thievul slipped through the tent flap, tip-toeing around a lamp on the floor and made her way to the head of the sleeping bag. Zoroark and Cotton took up positions on his sides, shouldering into the snug tent, while Delphox grabbed onto the foot. Checking that they were all ready, she mouthed to them, "One, two, three," and they all lifted him into the air.
Ninetales and Snow stood at the entrance and held the tent flaps open as they carried the trainer, sleeping bag and all, out to the clearing. They set him down gently in the grass and clustered around him, watching him.
"Now?" Cotton whispered.
"We need to get him ready first," Delphox said. She pointed to Ninetales and gestured at the sleeping bag. Together, they unzipped it and were surprised to find their trainer slept in the nude. That made her job a little easier and she was thankful for that.
Instead, they turned their attention to the main prize: his groin. Delphox reached out and tapped the cock with a digit. She held her breath, but their trainer didn't react, only softly snoring and smacking his lips.
She traced her paw along its side and stood it straight, the flaccid lump falling over her digits. Ninetales joined her, wrapping her along digits around Delphox's. In synchronized movements, they went up and down, to the tip and back to the base, stimulating his cock slowly.
"It's working!" Snow said, clapping the air with her paws excitedly. Ninetales shushed her. Although she was right. In their paws, it was gaining a firmer shape, pulsing and raising up without relying on them.
That wasn't enough for some of the team. "It's taking too long," Zoroark hissed. "Can't you hurry it up?"
"Maybe a little heat will help," Delphox said, looking to Ninetales. "I think I heard that humans do this before. Follow my lead." She leaned in, lapping at the tip, while Ninetales hesitantly went lower.
It wasn't completely unpleasant. There was a unique salty taste to it, like a treat she once tried. Despite the soft slobbering around his length, their trainer barely stirred. She kept at it, running her tongue along the tip and pulling back the skin. It was warming like an ember in her paw and in the moonlight, little drops of precum slid along the head, mixing with their trails of saliva.
"I think he's ready," Delphox whispered, admiring the proud and tall erection. The obvious question now. Who would go first?
She expected Zoroark or Cotton to push to the front, but they hung back, unsure about the appendage standing at salute in the cool night air. Everyone kept staring at it, glancing at each other, then shuffled along the grass.
Delphox cursed their indecision, grumbling to herself that she had to do everything. Before she climbed atop him though, Snow shyly stepped forward. "Um, is it all right if I go?"
Nobody argued over it. She stepped to their trainer, looking down at him, her breathing quickening. Delphox took her paw and nodded. "It's okay. We're right here. You three," she jerked her head at the others still standing, "get ready to hold him down. Just in case."
They moved around the body as Snow closed her eyes, swallowing large mouthfuls of air. "You can do it," she said to herself, lowering toward him slowly. "You can do it. You can do it." She repeated the mantra until her entrance was right over him. The moment of truth. They could still turn back at this point.
Delphox worried for Snow and tried to tell her that she didn't have to push herself. Snow didn't give her a chance. She suddenly shoved him straight inside without a second thought.
Everyone gaped at her and Snow squeaked, slapping her paws over her mouth. However, all eyes turned to their trainer, who groaned and wiggled. He barely moved under Snow's weight and he blinked, peering blearily at them. When he realized the situation, his eyes popped open and he stared up at the six nervous faces all around him.
Snow spoke out of the corner of her mouth to them. "Should I...keep going?"
At that, their trainer moved again. "What the hell?"
"Yes, go!" Delphox said, urging her on.
Snow pressed her paws into his chest, lifted up, and slammed back down on him, gasping loudly. Their trainer attempted to scoot away, only to come face to face with Thievul leering over him. Suddenly, a collection of knees and paws held him down. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Keep him here. He needs to understand," Delphox ordered. Then muttered, "Please understand."
Snow kept up the pace, bouncing nonstop on him. Gradually, he stopped struggling and his curses devolved into animalistic grunts. "I'm sorry about this," she said, leaning over him. Her round breasts smothered him with feathery softness and one of her many tails swept around his head, propping underneath him like a pillow. "I hope this makes up for it."
"Is anyone else kind of enjoying this?" Cotton asked.
"Hell yeah," Zoroark said. Whether they realized it or not, the girls were already playing with their own bodies in anticipation. Cotton's jaw opened hungrily as her arm disappeared between her legs. Zoroark groped her own ample chest, her fingers flexing as though about to pounce.
Even Ninetales, Delphox noticed, wasn't above such acts. She was biting one of her digits and shivering, her other paw dug deep into her thick spread lips.
With all the lewdness on display, it took Delphox a minute to realize that their trainer's arms were free. She was the only one holding down one of his limbs. She turned angrily to Thievul, who was sitting back and enjoying the show of Snow's loving cries and the gentle slap-slap-slap. "You all were supposed to restrain him!"
"Relax. I don't think he's running anywhere."
She pointed to the trainer and sure enough, he wasn't trying to push Snow off him. Instead, his hands were gripped tight to her hips, refusing to let go. He'd given in and was pumping away willingly. Snow happily licked his cheek, her expression one of pure bliss.
The whole plan was a success so far. And as Snow's body stiffened and she bit the trainer's neck, screaming into his skin, Delphox only hoped it continued to be one.
Snow immediately shot up, realizing what she did. "Oh, no! I didn't bite too hard, did I?" she asked, rubbing the spot. She hopped off, checking it in the scant moonlight.
"He's fine," Zoroark said, squeezing in between her and the trainer. She eyed his length eagerly and licked her lips. "Looks like he hasn't finished yet. More for me."
"No, for me," Cotton said, shoving her aside.
Zoroark grabbed her and wrapped an arm tightly around her neck. "No, I'm first!" Cotton extended her claws, swiping with a nasty growl.
"Stop!" Ninetales barked at them. "Both of you! Or I'll make sure you don't go at all." Her cheeks were flushed, the agony of waiting for her own turn getting the better of her. Her authority was undermined partially by the fact that she was continued to rub her sex furiously while scolding them. "Get on your knees and bend over. Show yourself to him."
The pair appeared fine with that idea and they positioned themselves as she commanded. Heart-shaped backsides high in the air, wet slits awaiting him, they glanced back at their trainer, encouraging him to choose one.
He pushed himself off the ground, eyeing up both of them. Even though the pair of Pokemon sank their bodies as far into the soft grass as possible, his pelvis barely managed to reach the height of their quivering entrances. He reached out his hands carefully, checking the heat washing off of them.
Cotton murred in delight, pushing against his fingers. "Oh, it's a lot softer than my own."
Zoroark huffed and yanked herself away from his hand. "No foreplay," she snapped and pushed herself closer to the object of desire. "I want the real thing now."
He appeared to understand and shifted to her first. Cotton pouted and bared her teeth at Zoroark. "No fair," she said, shivering as his hand massaged her slit.
Zoroark stuck out her tongue and winced as he entered her. Any rage and impatience dissolved instantly and her limbs turned to jelly, flattening out on the ground. "I think Snow may've undersold it." She whimpered when his base pressed against her. Her tongue lolled out and her wild mane swirled around her face. "This feels amazing."
The ravished Snow was lying on the ground, spread-eagled, her fur matted with sweat. Delphox crawled over to her. The dazed Pokemon looked up with a goofy grin and traced a delicate paw across her friend's face. "Thank you for this."
"Anytime," she said, sitting beside her and watching the show. Carefully, she opened her legs and reached down to her own anxious sex. Everyone else was enjoying themselves after all. It was only fair the mastermind behind this plan do the same.
The trainer pulled himself out of Zoroark and switched to Cotton, earning a low howl from her. He didn't abandon the first, running his thumb around her nub in small circles, keeping her on edge. He wasn't bad, Delphox realized. Then again, juggling the needs of several Pokemon came with the trainer territory. Although, she smirked, she bet he never expected something like this.
"You're right Z," Cotton said. "This is crazy good."
"Told ya," she said, scooting over. "Now give me some more of it."
The trainer obliged, returning to her and cupping Cotton's crotch in his hand. Switching back and forth, the pair grew more and more excited, chomping their sharp teeth and yanking up fistfuls of grass. Eventually, Zoroark cried out, throwing an arm blindly around Cotton to hold on.
Her friend soon climaxed with her and grabbed hold as well. Their manes tangled around one another as well. Zoroark glanced back at their trainer and nodded to her friend. "Check it out."
Delphox noticed it too. He was at his limit and his hands gripped both of their rears, his fingers digging deep into their fur. His shaft pressed between their pressed rears, thrusting into the open air.
"Guess we should help him out. It's only fair," Cotton said.
Together, the pair lifted their backsides up and down, wiggling and pushing against him. It stimulated him further and he bit back a yell as he finished. Strands of cum flew through the air with each stabbing motion into the night. Most of it coated their backs, with a few traces landing in their manes.
Zoroark breathed deep in Cotton's mane and sighed in satisfaction. "Love that smell."
Although happy for the three of them, Delphox was extremely disappointed that she didn't have a turn. Then again, it was a lot to expect someone to take all six of them in one night. She lifted her paw, turning it around in the moonlight and admiring the juices glistening from it. This was the most she could expect for the time being.
"Okay, you've had your fun. Off of him," Thievul said, slipping her arms around their trainer. "It's our turn now."
Zoroark and Cotton oblingingly slunk away while Ninetales took the front. The trainer looked between the girls surrounding him, a pair of voluptuous breasts pressed against his face and another flattened against his back.
"There's no point," Delphox said. "He's finished."
"Oh, honey. I know our trainer has a lot more in him than one measely orgasm," Thievul said, cupping his cheeks together and pecking his lips. "Isn't that right?"
"He'll still need to rest for a while."
"Normally, yes. But see, I hear things and I heard an interesting little rumor about human males." She nodded to Ninetales, who straddled the trainer's lap and kissed him deeply. He returned it and held her close, his hands losing themselves in her many tails.
Behind him, Thievul reached around near the ground. From her angle, it seemed to Delphox like she might be stroking him from underneath. Then he lurched upwards, nearly throwing Ninetales off. Thievul held him down by the shoulder and shushed him. "Easy there. Relax or this won't work."
"What are you doing?" Delphox asked. She crawled over to them, careful not to step on Zoroark and Cotton. The two of them were actually calm for a change, taking deep breaths of cool air and touching one another's bodies
"I'm stimulating his prostate," Thievul said.
"Why?"
"It's said that it can get a guy ready for another round." She bit her lip and lowered herself. The trainer lifted again, giving Delphox a clear view of her finger in him. This time, Ninetales kept him steady, running her paws through his hair.
Thievul grunted. "If I can just find the damn thing."
Ninetales gasped and looked down, her ruby eyes widening.
"Think that did it," Thievul said with a sly smile.
She was right. He was hard once more, despite the mess coating his length. Ninetales wasted no time, running herself along the quivering appendage and smearing it along her. Once she was sure that he was ready, she pushed against him, forcing him inside her.
Ninetales groaned, her namesakes straightening as though electric currents ran through them. Then they embraced both the trainer and Thievul, pulling them into a giant fluffy mass.
"Oh, I never knew you could be so loving, Nine," Thievul purred, nestling her head in the crook of his neck. She snaked her tongue along the trainer's jawline and hummed to herself. "How is it?"
Ninetales only huffed in response, her forehead damp with sweat.
"That good, huh?" Thievul reached around, settling her deft hands on the trainer's, who grabbed Ninetales' hips. She encouraged him, showing him exactly how to lift the needy Pokemon, and more importantly, how to bury himself deep in her. Punish her for her part in this whole plan. "And I should get the same," she said, nibbling on his earlobe. "We've all been bad girls."
Delphox watched the carnal display, utterly enthralled. She couldn't remember the last time she saw Ninetales so loose and free, screaming to the wild forest around them at every hit, every thrust to her being. Ninetales grabbed their trainer's head, kissing him endlessly and pulling him close to her. She smothered his face in her fluffy chest, wordlessly begging him to ravish her as well.
Thievul noted Delphox's staring and curled a finger, beckoning her closer. She wanted to. Arceus knows, she wanted to. This was what she had been waiting for, what she needed. Her own vagina pulsed like a heartbeat, pumping blood to it, leaving her head delirious. But there were so many limbs, so many moving parts already, she wasn't sure if she could fit into the mass of bodies already there.
Still, she found herself crawling forward. One of the many yellow tails brushed her cheek as she neared. They were going crazy in a frenzied dance as Ninetales yelped to the stars, her voice raising higher, jumping up several octaves until she was beyond hearing. Then her body peeled off of his with slickness that had kept them bonded together.
"Don't mind if I'm next?" Thievul asked, her hand already latched around the twitching penis. "Got something I want to try."
Ninetales switched places with Thievul, dragging herself tiredly and leaning against their trainer's back. Thievul faced away from him and gave a sly look over her shoulder, pressing her shapely rear against him. He gave a low, painful moan, seemingly wanting to cum, but unable to quite yet.
Thievul spat into her palm and reached behind herself. Delphox realized what she was up to and raised her eyebrow. "You're serious?"
"Why not? May be my only chance. You know how much I'm a fan of sneaking around the back." She laughed at her joke, pressing against him.
Despite her boldness, the spit wasn't making it any easier for her and she shut her eyes tight. Her lips twisted in a snarl and she reached blindly for Delphox, grabbing her paw. She squeezed it painfully, taking quick puffs of breath for each bit she pushed in.
The trainer held her gently, his expression wavering between pleasure and a tense grimace. It took both of them shifting their knees and inching along slowly, but eventually, they reached the end.
Thievul unclenched her jaw and allowed her tongue to hang out. Her eyes were unfocused and pointed at the ground. "See?" She shook Delphox's paw and her arm became limp. "No problem."
Ninetales chuckled behind their trainer's back and curled one of her many tails around, flicking Thievul's nose.
Seeing that his latest partner was too worn out to take charge, their trainer scooped Thievul up, supporting her under her plump thighs. She cooed in delight and wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned her head back against him. "Oh, yeah. Discipline me."
He caught onto her tone, if not her words, and lifted her higher before rushing back into her. Thievul cried out, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. Delphox started to reach for her, but her friend shut that down with the next plummet onto his length. "Don't you daARRE!"
Her face pinched in a mixture of pain and joy. She raised her head high, her throat exposed to him, inviting more of the primal nature the girls had unleashed. He took advantage of it, kissing and biting her neck. Thievul's legs shot into the air and she nuzzled her nose against his hair. "That's it. Give me all you got."
Delphox watched, fascinated at the display. It was so savage and raw and...hot. So was she. Her body was on fire, burning with the intensity of a thouand suns. By Arceus, she needed to join in. Waiting for her turn wasn't enough anymore. She needed to be in the action. She wanted that cock that kept disappearing with every rough thrust into her friend. Wanted it more than anything right now.
Immediately, she pounced on the group, joining the mix of Ninetales' namesakes wrapping around her too. Thievul looked down from her lofty perch, beads of sweat dripping down her cheeks. "Finally-" she gasped and pulled on the trainer's hair, gnawing on his neck. Then she peered out from the crook, her voice ragged. "Finally decided to join us?"
Delphox didn't say a word. Instead, she bent lower out of sight, staring at the sloppy sex below her. At this point, she was ready to tear Thievul off of him and take him for herself. But she also didn't want to turn this into a fight. Therefore she smiled to herself and pressed her thumb into the easily identifiable nub.
"Hey, what are you dooooo-iinnnng?" Thievul howled. The trainer's pace quickened, unaware of Delphox's meddling below. The sooner her friend finished, she sooner she had her turn.
Thievul craned her head over her large chest and narrowed her eyes at the girl below. She seemed to catch onto the other's plan, especially when the fox stuck her tongue out. "Don't you dare."
The words went unheeded. Delphox sensually licked the soaking slit, teasing it with a little flick on the bud at the end. Thievul jerked against the trainer, the victim of a two-pronged assault. "No, I can't," she said, tightening her arms around his neck. "I wanted more. I-I-"
This time, Delphox stabbed her tongue inside, licking the sweet tang of her friend.
Thievul screamed and shuddered, a wash of fresh juices storming along Delphox's tongue. She pulled away from the entrance and sat back on her knees.
Her friend was spent, the same tired, self-satisfied expression that all the others had plastered across her face. With almost no effort, she slipped off of the trainer and slumped to the ground, digging her hands into the grass. She struggled to turn her head toward Delphox. "I hate you," she mumbled.
Delphox was about to respond, then she noticed the trainer's gaze focused intensely on her. His shaft was still at full attention, red, throbbing, and fit to burst any second. She was the final one. All the others were in some various state of rest on the ground. A couple had recovered enough to prop themselves up and watch the final act.
It was her turn now.
Thievul noticed it too and grinned wickedly. "That's it, boy. Sic 'em. Nine?"
The mass of tails lifted and Ninetales sat up weakly. She kissed the trainer's cheek and spurred him on with a gentle push. Before Delphox knew it, she was flat on her back and the trainer hung over her.
When she looked up into his face, it was shrouded in shadow. But there was a hunger in it. The same lustful hunger that each of the other Pokemon had. The same she still felt desperately even as his tip poked at her opening. This was it. Her nerves were alight with anticipation and she couldn't wait anymore.
"Do it," she wiggled underneath him. "Do it, please! Fuck me!"
He shoved into her. Although she saw it fully all through the night, she wasn't prepared for the exact size of it. It felt like he was splitting her in half as it touched the end of her depths.
She latched onto his shoulders, yanking him down against her and digging her claws into his back. The trainer took that as a sign to move and he withdrew, only to slam back into her. Lights exploded behind her eyes, adding to the menagerie of twinkling stars above peeking through the canopy of trees.
The trainer buried his face between her breasts, kissing and sucking on them to his heart's content. Between the generous attention and the warm fullness in her, she was in paradise. This was exactly what she needed. It had been far too long since she felt like this.
"She looks so happy," a voice said above her. Thievul.
"Yes, she does." Ninetales' namesakes swirled around the pair of lovers, swaddling Delphox's head in their cloudy bulk.
"D-Don't," she warned the two above her.
"What? Nine here is just giving you something comfortable to lay on. Better than that cold, hard ground." Thievul slipped behind the trainer, dragging the tips of her digits along his back. "I'm here to repay the favor and make sure you enjoy yourself."
Paws gripped Delphox's heels and lifted them high in the air. Then they spread apart and Thievul pushed the trainer further against her. "Really get in there," she purred.
He bottomed out in her, touching her core. The overload of sensations, so long denied to her, was too much. Her head was swimming and it was all she could do to hold tight to the trainer as he plumed her depths, the wet smacking overriding her senses.
"I think she's enjoying it," Ninetales said from somewhere above.
"I think you're right," Thievul added. "And I do believe they're almost done."
That was certainly true for Delphox. Her cheeks, her stomach, every inch burned and bubbled like a volcano about to erupt. At a glimpse, the trainer was too. Sweat mopped his forehead and his hips fucked her with reckless fervor, driving home the boiling need.
Delphox gulped down the warm air between them and pulled him in for a kiss, crying internally for him to do it. For him to finish inside her.
As though reading her thoughts, he plowed into her and his length swelled. He was doing it. He was actually filling her.
Those thoughts were quickly dispelled, for she replied in kind. Her muscles seemed to snap and the volcano blasted through her, spewing forth all the energy and force that had been held back for so long. Her legs kicked, jerking away from her friend, and wrapped tightly around their trainer, squeezing him, holding him in place.
When the explosion cooled and the eruptive rumblings subsided, she dared to open her eyes and look up. A pair of tired, grinning Pokemon stared down at her. "I think you should probably let him breath," Ninetales said.
In her climax, she had also held the trainer close to her chest, smushing his face into her. She quickly released him and unfurled her sore legs, the muscles a bundle of knots running up her thighs.
Their trainer fell backwards and collapsed on the ground, panting heavily, and his cock finally lost its vigor, dribbling the remains while it shrank.
"Think he got the message?" Snow asked, crawling over to them. She curled up beside him, pulling one of his arms around her. Zoroark took his other arm and Cotton hovered around his head.
Sitting up on shaky arms, Delphox nodded. "I think so." She, Ninetales, and Thievul joined them, taking up various positions around him. "But if he didn't," Delphox climbed on top of him and tapped his nose with a small smile, "we'll just have to repeat the lesson and make him learn."
"I wouldn't mind doing this again," Cotton said, exchanging a mischievous look with Zoroark. The other girls voiced the same.
Their trainer lifted his head and looked around at each of them. The confusion was evident and only served as proof that he would definitely need more training. Delphox couldn't wait to teach him more.