"Alright, that's the travel bag, the luggage, now the...James, where's Typhlosion's Pokéball?"

"I don't know. Did you pack it by accident?"

"I was sure I left it out on the counter. Is it there?"

"Nah. Did Tinder take it? Tinder!"

From atop the stairs, a young, 10-year-old fox boy poked his head out and looked down the staircase, before making his way down, bare paws hitting the carpet as he reached the bottom. Clad in only a pair of shirts and a loose shirt with a hoodie thrown over the top, the young naturally-furred fox approached his mother with a curious crown, hovering by the island counter of their kitchen.

"You have seen Vulcan's Pokéball?"

Tinder cast his gaze from the kitchen through the doorway into the living room, where he saw their 'family Pokémon', Vulcan, draped out over the couch. He was a Typhlosion, though he was a little different from the usual navy and cream badger-like Pokémon many had come to know; though his anatomy was identical, somewhere along the line he'd been cross-bred with some kind of Pokémon that blessed the Typhlosion with black strips across its sides and up towards its head. He lounged there without a care in the world, and Tinder looked back at his mother, shaking his head.

"I've been up in my room, ma." He insisted, and she gave him a thoughtful look before she sighed and shook her head, looking over towards the window leading out into the plain backyard. Tinder didn't really understand her frustration but that's because, unlike his parents, he wasn't a Pokémon trainer.

"Alright. Get in the car," She told him, striding across the room to start fiddling with a suitcase. "And take him with you."

"C'mon, Typhlosion." Tinder called from the kitchen into the living room, and as he stepped out towards the hallway, he almost bumped into his father, who slipped around him to join in packing with his wife. Tinder watched them for a moment before he headed out towards the car, hearing the thudding steps of the Pokémon following suit.

Tinder realised quickly, when he yanked open the back passenger side door, why his mom was so intent on finding Typhlosion's Pokéball. Their luggage practically spilled out the back of the 4x4 and into the passenger seats, to the point where his parents had willingly pushed two of the seats down so only one remained at the back. If they had Vulcan's Pokéball, then the boy could occupy the space with ease...but now the seat had to fit the two of them-- not that the cub minded, honestly.

The fox cast a glance at the Typhlosion, who looked between him and the seat with a tilt of his head, before Tinder stepped to the side and gestured for him to hop in first. Vulcan didn't need telling twice, and made his way inside without complaint, pulling his 6-foot frame up into the seat and rolling around until he was sitting in it like a relatively normal person. Tinder understood what he had to do after that; he jumped up into the car and situated himself on Vulcan's lap, pulling the seatbelt over to clip in. The Pokémon snorted it's amusement at the awkward seating arrangements, but he didn't squirm or protest under Tinder's light frame, more than complacent.

"Are you strapped in?" Tinder heard his father calling at him as he approached the car, and the boy vocalised his response with a loud hum. His dad peeked in to check anyway, grimacing with some kind of apology at the fact they had to share a seat, before he shut the passenger door and circled around to the front to get into the driver's seat. To Tinder's left, his mom was locking up the front of the house, which they wouldn't be seeing for around 2 or 3 weeks. They were visiting relatives a couple of states over, and were making a road trip of it-- the drive itself would take well over a day, hence why the visit was so long.

It didn't take long for his mom to get in the car, and after a quick double-check of their luggage via a fleeting glance, they set off on their relatively long and arduous trip across the country. It was going to be a while, but thankfully there were stops they could take on the way to ensure a smooth trip.

For a while, spirits were high despite the tense stress of early-morning packing, and Tinder's parents chatted away happily in the front seat whilst Tinder looked out the window and occasionally played a game on his Pokéndo Switch, which had been knowingly placed at the top of the pile of luggage spilling into the passenger seats. The battery was inevitably going to run out on it, however, so he played it only sparingly, and spent most of the beginnings of the trip watching their journey out of the city they called home and onto the straight and wide roads that connected from city to city, serving at highways to states beyond. It would be a boring drive from then on out...but Tinder, luckily, had some ideas of how to pass the time.

In the back seat of the car, Tinder shifted, his lithe boyish fox body squirming atop the Typhlosion's lap. Anyone who noticed his movements, mostly the Pokémon beneath him, might have assumed he was just getting comfortable, but then Tinder started to roll his hips with purpose, pressing his clothed behind directly down against the plumpness of the Typhlosion's sheath. The Pokémon uncomfortably made a noise, quiet and discreet, whilst subtly adjusting their weight in the seat and awkwardly squeezing their thighs together, or at least attempting to, in an attempt to ease the fox upwards and off their intimate spot. Tinder could only guess that it was because he thought the boy's little grinding against his 'mating tool' was an accident, but it was far from it-- Tinder was purposeful in his movements, and to further accentuate his intent, he slipped a hand down to the waistband of his shorts and pushed on one side, letting it slowly yet surely slip over the rounded rump of his young ass, revealing that he wasn't even wearing underwear beneath his clothes.

Vulcan was no doubt confused-- after all, Tinder had never expressed sexual interest in the Pokémon before this, and the Typhlosion had never really 'mated' with someone like Tinder, or any other non-Pokémon for that matter. Tinder, however, had been wanting to do this for a long time; it all started when he was a lot younger, around 4 or 5, when he was attacked by wild Pokémon out at the park with his parents. He'd wandered too far from the usual walking path that most wild Pokémon didn't dare to approach, and was accosted by a small pack of Nincada when the Typhlosion came to his aid, fending them off and bringing him back to his parents. Since then, he'd known not to stray too far on his own...but he'd also developed something of a crush on his parent's Pokémon. All it took was a little search online to find message boards full of people who'd had sex with their own Pokémon, something a 10-year-old shouldn't even be thinking about...and yet, here he was, coaxing the Typhlosion to breed him in the back of the car.

The subtle and sensual grinding didn't initially get the Typhlosion going at first, and it was clear from his awkward movements that the Pokémon was both unsure and also nervous-- perhaps it felt weird about doing it with Tinder's parents in the front seat, or perhaps it simply though Tinder didn't realise, but it was hard not to gather the fox boy's intentions from the way his bare ass pressed and pushed down against the cream-coloured bump of the Pokémon's fat sheath.

Tinder slowly began to hear Vulcan's noises of complete and unease begin to change; they shifted from quiet little warbles into slow, rolling growls, and the Pokémon pushed his hips up against the fox's behind, kneading the tip of his sheath between those small white-furred cheeks. The cub rolled his body in return and leant back slightly, trying to relax himself a little more as Vulcan quietly and discreetly put an arm around him, his stocky limb and stumpy digits helping to cover the boy's exposed hips.

It didn't take long for the boy to feel it; there was a small and tender heat that blossomed and swelled against his behind, followed by a minute yet steadily growing pressure that caused him to lift himself up, even so slightly-- he might have instigated this, but that didn't mean he wasn't a virgin. He tried to keep his face straight, looking down at his switch as he occasionally flicked his gaze up to his parents to make sure they weren't watching, before he settled himself back down again and felt the hot tip of presumably the Typhlosion's cock prodding and probing against his sensitive entrance. His young hole clenched instinctively against the firm intrusion, but a quick wiggle and a short sigh helped him to relax his muscles enough to like that tip stretch out his hole, if only slightly. Beneath him, Vulcan gently pressed upwards to try and coax it in further, and Tinder felt a distinctive throb from that mass as it rapidly swelled, gaining some length before it started to force its way into him.

There was discomfort, of course, but Tinder was managing surprisingly well. As the tip slipped past his ring, however, he couldn't help but to squeeze and clench again, trying his best to get used to it, and in response the Pokémon affirmed his grip around the 10-year-old's body and gripped tight, restraining a rumble. A flash of heat shot deep into Tinder's body and made his torso tingle, and the ensuing push of the Pokémon's cock was remarkably easier, perhaps even wetter. He'd read online about 'pre-cum', and how useful it could be...he attributed the sudden glide of the Typhlosion's growing dick to that.

Steadily but surely, the member grew and grew inside him, to the point where Tinder had to restrain himself from making a noise. It took everything in him to keep his face straight as a member bigger than he was expecting pushed deeper and deeper, inches of Pokémon cock invading his young, virgin body. It stretched him beyond belief, made his entire canal spasm with discomfort and pleasure, and a tickle of delight rushed up him when he felt the Typhlosion hold him closer, gripping and squeezing his arm around the vulpine's body to both hold him close and keep him steady. Tinder didn't understand why at first, but he realised it was because he was involuntarily squirming. He tried to catch himself in the act and restrain himself, but trying to juggle everything at once was difficult for his young brain to manage. Vulcan craned his head forwards and nuzzled, albeit briefly, against Tinder's cheek, in a way that could best be described as encouraging, before his arm pushed Tinder back down, sinking him deeper onto the length until he was certain there was no more cock to take.

For a moment the two of them settled there, both stunned in their own way. Tinder was almost entirely sure that his slim fox body was practically full of that dick, for when he moved, albeit only slightly, he could feel a mass and pressure against his stomach, pushing outwards in a way that was thankfully not all that noticeable, but when he snuck a hand under the Pokémon's protective arm to feel it, Vulcan exhaled sharply and the mass throbbed, pushing against his palm. Just the thought of that alone made Tinder's face grow flushed, but it was the way the Pokémon's arm squeezed him that made him feel even more hot under the collar. He could feel each invading twitch, each pulse of pleasure from that Pokémon, and there was a sense of satisfaction in knowing that he could 'please' him.

"Oop, pothole!" His father suddenly spoke ahead of him, and the car abruptly slowed from its roll of around 50 kilometres an hour so that they could safely make it over the hole in the road. The right side of the right bounced harshly up and down twice as each wheel took the hit on the hole, and were Tinder in any other situation, it wouldn't have been a problem. Both he and Vulcan, however, were taken by surprise when Tinder sailed upwards, barely a handful of inches, his head threatening to bump into the roof of the car. That, however, wasn't the most noticeable feeling; it was the withdrawal of the Typhlosion's cock, the sudden and abrupt yank of a couple of inches, that made Tinder involuntarily cry out with surprise. The Pokémon, thankfully, had a more level head than him-- it pulled and forced him back down, both before he could bounce his head off the roof and before his father could notice the slick, pre-soaked cock hovering beneath his son's lifted body. Tinder had to swallow hard to avoid letting out another noise from the sudden re-entry, and his father looked at the both of them through the rear-view mirror, a smirk tracing his muzzle.

"Startled you, did I?" He laughed. "You must have been absorbed in your game-- you're practically blushing."

Tinder could offer nothing more than an awkward grin, for if he actively tried to talk, he might have given away what they were doing. Vulcan behind him more or less hid his face behind Tinder's own to avoid revealing the pleasure expression plastered across his muzzle, his cock wildly throbbing inside that young hole, madly twitching from the simple act of pulling out and back in. Tinder had no way of knowing, but for the Pokémon, it had been some time since he last mated, to the point where he'd forgotten how it felt.

Once his father looked away and went back into conversation with Tinder's mom, the fox boy started to move again, shifting with a little pang of discomfort before he tried to roll his hips, grinding himself on Vulcan's large cock. The turgid girth of it probed Tinder in ways he'd never thought before, and somewhere inside him it rubbed at a sensitive spot, sending sparks of pleasure across his body. Vulcan beneath him seemed to greatly appreciate his efforts, and quietly rubbed its arm up and down his lithe body as some kind of gesture of gratitude...or perhaps he enjoyed how much Tinder was enjoying it? Considering it was the 10-year-old's first time, it was hard for him to tell.What he was sure of, however, was in that in the ensuing handful of minutes that followed, which felt like no time at all, the Pokémon steadily got more and more into it. 

The Typhlosion did a good job of keeping his composure despite Tinder's subtly rolling movements, and his face presumably remained straight despite the obvious taboo sex occurring in the back seat, but Tinder could tell he was getting close to something by the way the Pokémon snorted and huffed quietly against his head, panting with passion and exertion. Tinder couldn't help but feel the same, but the occasional discomfort he felt with his movements stopped his little dick from becoming anything more than a little half-hard humanoid mass, hidden away in the confines of his shorts. Vulcan seemed to notice, to some degree, for his clutching arm shifted slightly to roam, the other moving around to join the first in helping to cover his covert movements around the boy's crotch. His dexterous digits plucked at the front of the cub's shorts but couldn't seem to undo the button, though it didn't exactly matter; he wormed his hand in regardless at the front, warm digits inevitably touching with Tinder's half-hard length. He groped and curled his claws around it, careful with the way he touched and groped, and Tinder had to bite down on his lower muzzle to stop himself from making a noise. Just the subtle touch alone sent dizzying spikes of pleasure through him that, in turn, made his innards clamp down and squeeze as tightly as they could, flexing in a wave-like motion. His member weakly twitched against the Pokemon's palm and stiffened slightly, then softened when discomfort pushed through the pleasure, reminding him of that large insertion, despite how hot it was.

The fox couldn't really remember how long they'd been driving for as they grinded, rolled and fumbled one another, the former more than the latter. At that point, it was maybe around 30 minutes or so into their road trip, so it really wasn't that long at all in the grand scheme of things, but the fox cub knew something was brewing from the Typhlosion's movements, from his greedy pants of passion, from the way his one arm pushed Tinder down and held him there, stopping him from squirming around so much whilst the other clumsily palmed and groped around his young crotch, trying to stimulate him at the same time. Tinder didn't understand at first, but it slowly began to make sense then he felt his ring getting stretched, though it was more accurate to say it was the flesh just past his ring, somewhere inside him. He could feel the muscles being forced to part and spread, and by extension that brought unease to the boy's body. His young frame told him it was both bad and good, stabs of discomfort and spikes of pleasure mixing together into a foreboding concoction that had him sucking in a breath and holding it, bracing himself. That pressure inflated more and more as whatever thing that was happening to Vulcan's cock pushed his muscles to a potentially breaking limit, Tinder's young frame unable to not clench and spasm around such an intrusion. The realisation dawned on Tinder all too late-- he'd read it online amongst those Poképhile forums, something about a thick bulbous base, one that he didn't share...a 'knot'.

Behind and beneath him, the Pokémon violently trembled, trying to keep still, and his grip around Tinder relinquished ever so slightly, giving the fox room to move. Tinder did what he thought was appropriate, or perhaps instinctive; with one hand still holding his game console, he tried to lift himself up and adjust. What he found was that he was completely stuck; he could barely lift his butt off the Typhlosion's lap more than half an inch before he was pulled back down by both an unseen force and the Pokémon's arm, yanking him once again into a sitting position. Beneath his young frame, the Pokémon's balls churned and tucked up against his body, clenching and gripping tight, and Tinder realised all too late what was happening. There was heat, an intense warmth, that spread from his stomach and up towards his chest...a heat that made his belly bulge, that forced him to bring a hand to his stomach to feel the throbbing passion of Vulcan's cock, and he tried to keep his face straight as the panic set in-- his parent's Pokémon was cumming.

At first, it was manageable despite the panic Tinder felt. Each throb and pump was accentuated by a barely restrained grunt from the Pokémon, his breath coming out in hot, borderline-scalding pants as he puffed against the back of Tinder's neck. Vulcan had to curl his head hard to keep his face hidden as he continued to pump into that small body, and for once Tinder was cursing his smaller-than-average body; unlike other 10-year-olds, he was a bit on the small side, and with that huge cock inside him, his size mattered. With each pump of that knotted length, his belly and innards swelled and bulged to accommodate it, not even a single drop able to spill out thanks to the thick knot keeping it all in. The Typhlosion showed next to no signs of stopping either, each eager spurt filling Tinder up more and more until he started to feel queasy and bloated from the feeling. The heat inside him was borderline unbearable, and he had to pull his shirt down to hide the growing mass of his own stomach. Vulcan noticed immediately what was transpiring with the boy-- after all, he was causing it-- and he crooned quietly against the back of his head, leaning around to lick whilst trying his best to keep his expression relaxed. Despite his comforting movements, Tinder had to groan, and that was his first mistake.

"You already back there, Tinder?" His mother suddenly piped up, causing him to jolt upright, moving his games console in front of him. He was visibly struggling, that much was obvious, but his parents couldn't know. His mom stared at him through the rear-view mirror for a moment before she turned in her seat to look directly at him, her eyes full of concern. In the moment that she moved, Vulcan snapped his hand out of Tinder's pants and covered him up neatly with his arms, keeping them lax enough so that he couldn't be told off by their respective 'mother'.

"I'm, um...just feeling sick. And I need to pee." Tinder lied through his teeth. If he could sweat, he most certainly would be, but instead the most he could manage with an incredibly fake grin. His mother stared at him for a moment before looking at her husband, Tinder's dad. Vulcan quietly nuzzled into his neck and cheek, huffing quiet, panting breaths against his ear as some sort of appreciative noise, before he quickly masked it with a lick to the fox's inner ear, down to his cheek, like he was grooming him.

"Where's the nearest service station?" Tinder's mother asked his father, and he pointed further along the highway.

"Another couple minutes and we can pull in," His father said, glancing at Tinder through the rear-view mirror as well. "You're lucky, kiddo. If you'd kept that to yourself we might be cleaning puke off the car 5 minutes from now."

"S-Sorry." Tinder replied, and the conversation fell into silence for a moment as his mother moved back into her seat properly, looking straight ahead, though occasionally glancing at him through the mirror. Her watchful eye made it almost impossible for him to do anything more than just look down at his console as each little spurt and pump of the Typhlosion's long orgasm made it more and more difficult for him to manage, whilst all the while Vulcan's arms lifted and rubbed against his stomach in the way that a big brother might take care of their younger sibling. His parents were none the wiser to the fact he was caressing the fruits of his labours in that swollen belly, but Tinder did appreciate the comfort that the Pokémon provided; those roaming hands, albeit platonic at that moment, did help to ease some of the discomfort he felt, if only a bit. The Pokémon had all but relaxed around him once he'd started climaxing, so thankfully it was easy for the Pokémon to keep up appearances...it was just Tinder who had to struggle. Vulcan did his best to try and offer his apologies in the way he rubbed and quietly licked along Tinder's cheek and nuzzled with the pointed end of his muzzle, but Tinder could barely focus on it much, trying his best to keep his muscles clenched. He could feel it churning inside him, rolling around and gurgling in ways that made him want to push it all out, and he wished he could.

The next couple of minutes were utter torture, and once the service station was in sight, the feeling became even worse. It was like his body knew that it would all be over soon and wanted to get it out of the way even sooner, to the point where the young vulpine trembled and had to clench his muscles to hold it in, huffing through his nostrils as quietly as he could. His father slowly turned towards the parking lot, heading into the parking area. When Tinder noticed-- how could he not?-- he placed the games console to the side on standby, and reached down to unclip the seatbelt, removing anything that could hinder them.

The second the car came to a stop-- thankfully, they'd picked a spot with no cars parked on either side-- Tinder pulled the car door open, and Vulcan rolled, holding him with both hands and barrelling out the side, onto the concrete. The cub dangled for a moment, and he heard his parents calling for him, wondering what had gotten into him, and even telling their Pokémon to stop, but it all fell on deaf ears. Instead, the Typhlosion sprinted forward, moving into a semi-all-fours position and holding Tinder with one hand whilst trying to carry him over towards the service station, which was only a short distance away. Rather than going inside, or heading into the bathroom, the Pokémon moved around the side of the building and all the way to the back, out of sight. Tinder had no idea if their parents had followed him or not, but the discomfort was so unbearable that it didn't even matter.

For a moment, Tinder's vision blurred, and his hands met the tarmac a handful of moments later. He craned his head around to see Vulcan standing over him, staring down, before their hands clasped around his behind, claws digging against the flesh of his young, lithe rump before he started to tug, trying to pull back whilst using his claws to keep Tinder in place. The fox boy strained, letting out a groan that he didn't bother trying to hold back, his muscles clenching and gripping down as he felt that thick, bulbous knot trying to stretch the entrance itself to impossible limits. Despite his instinctual efforts to keep squeezing, the Typhlosion's tugging and occasional pause to shudder and relish the pleasure far outweighed Tinder's weak body responses-- it took some kneading, and a harsh yank, but when a sickening squelch and pop released almost all the tension in Tinder's body, it was like heaven.

The boy's legs gave out from under him as he flopped down, rolling onto his side when Vulcan's hands relinquished their grip. He could feel the cum bubbling and oozing out of him in a steady, gooey stream, but it didn't stop there. The withdrawal of his cock had caused Vulcan's dick to throb and squeeze out the remnants of his orgasm, and Tinder soon felt the hot splatters of cum straight onto his side, mostly on his arm and exposed lower legs. He turned his head to see the Pokémon's lidded gaze and that huge cock bouncing up and down in the aftermath of his climax, and Tinder couldn't think of anything to say-- he was too tired to move at that moment, and he simply wanted to rest after feeling his stomach shrink down to its usual size, as his stretched and used hole leaked out the remainder of that voluminous load.

Despite what had transpired, he'd definitely do it again...though maybe it would be better to do it in a place they could clean up easier next time. As he felt the last of his strength leaving him and the tiredness taking over, he hoped that his parent's Typhlosion would do a good job of cleaning him up before he awoke.