Celebi and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Night
Celebi x Flareon story by Jackerwobb.

She should’ve known that it would be like this. She should’ve just been patient and resisted her urges. She would have been able to satisfy herself without issue, but she just couldn’t help herself. And now she was literally stuck, with this nearly unbearable heat inside her...

*** Earlier ***

High in the air and suspended from the ceiling, a fancy, macrame hammock styled for pets haphazardly wobbled in place, the hushed and labored fuss of a frustrated Celebi faint from within it. Alone, naught else but she stirred from within her master’s bedroom, which held dormant, cloaked in the isolating darkness of the night. The pane of its only window stood pitch black behind a veil of curtain, interrupted only by the sliver of the crescent moon high in the sky. The room’s deep silence only amplified and made most unsubtle the sounds of Celebi’s efforts, her heavy, shaking breaths saturating her senses while the rushed, unflattering slops and crackles of wet flesh pierced the air with an unintended prominence. However, with the door to the room shut, she didn’t doubt that the clamor of her most private of activities was fully concealed.

This latest Flowering Cycle has been particularly bothersome for Celebi. The accompanying, heightened sensitivity of her loins had her femininity almost itchy from its biological demands. While typical it was for her crotch to tingle at the touch during the season, never before has something as benign as a draft sent shivers up her spine like this. Applying her little fingers to the ache only seemed to make things worse, each underwhelming climax she produced serving only to make her body thirst more and more for the girth of a proper male. She even made vain attempts to dream up scenarios with males of her own kind as she pleasured herself, but it just wasn't doing it for her. She hasn’t so much as caught a glimpse of another Celebi before and honestly, a male from a more endowed species was of exponentially greater interest, much to her wonder. The desperate fondling at her soaked folds sped up frantically, a blur across her sensitive flesh as drops of her wanton arousal got flung across the cushion she lounged on. With a tense whimper and a tightened grip, clear fluid shot forth from her excited orifice, reaching yet another, hard fought orgasm.

This marks the third one tonight, she lamented, the applause of climax fading from her mind. Against the afterglow, a pit formed within her chest at how unsatisfied she found herself, biting her lip in frustration before flinging a miniature pillow across the room with a growl most unlike that of her species. She couldn't stand it any more! There was just no helping it, she needed to go do THAT again.  Celebi had hoped she had grown past this, gotten better at managing her needs, but this time around was simply beyond her! With the bitter scowl of personal defeat and a halfhearted drying of her nethers, she fluttered up into the air using her translucent wings, gliding over to the bedroom door and carefully creaking it ajar. If she wanted any hope of getting a decent night’s rest, she had little choice but to swallow her pride and pay HIM a discreet, nighttime visit.

It so happens that Celebi’s master had something of a mate herself, the boy she had fallen for on her travels many years ago. This was quite some time before Celebi had gotten herself captured, but that pair has been living in the same apartment for nearly two years now, having ended their wandering, satisfied with their accomplishments. This “boyfriend”, as her master referred to him, possessed a Flareon that he prized and, much like with Celebi herself, gave it special permission to roam free within the domicile. While she and this Fire-type didn't always get along, in fact bickered on an almost daily basis, their strong sense of camaraderie with one another managed to persist. Though she would never admit it, this choppiness between them was generally one-sided, almost exclusively caused by her surprisingly biting temperament. A vague, innate sense of danger the Flareon's typing coaxed forth seemed to keep her instinctively on edge, and she would always wonder, following their shouting matches, how it was that she ended up the one barking so much when that sort of thing was supposed to be HIS lot in life.

Yes, that important and most relevant detail. Flareon was a male, a fact that in this moment, greatly eclipsed the issue of him being, in her opinion, a complete doofus. That boy was a clumsy mess, the antithesis to the belief that tail’s purpose was to improve a creature's balance. That over-sized mass of fluff was clearly broken since it never once stopped that lumbering oaf from tripping over himself or crashing into things, Celebi in particular, anytime he got excited and zoomed around at full throttle like a maniac. How he managed to time these "accidental" collisions with her to the few instances where she wasn't floating in the air was beyond comprehension. Then there was his oblivious, carefree nature. Not once has any of her lashing out fazed him, though the male wasn’t without his own arsenal of retorts that he would nonchalantly toss her way, almost as if to humor her. He was playing with her, she could tell! That Flareon saw her antics as some kind of game! But as rough as their relationship was, they had still traveled together, fought together, ate and slept together. The two were obviously friends, and the whole party knew it. Even the trainers recognized this and thought their stifled giggles at their interactions would go unnoticed.

And now, with the battles won, the journey over, and the two of them being the only pokemon of the party that were small enough to reside within the confines of the apartment, things began to slow down. Days passed somewhat uneventfully and were increasingly occupied with either exploring the surrounding neighborhood or napping to an almost embarrassing degree. Beyond the occasional screeching of a Celebi at Flareon shenanigans, as he was always pestering her in what she assumed to be boredom, their daily life had become simple and lax. Then flowering season came along, and with being in such constant, close proximity to her housemate, Celebi was abruptly made keenly aware of certain, relevant qualities Flareon possessed that were previously, to her surprise, beneath her notice.

Whenever in view, Celebi found herself unable to resist stealing a glance or five of the Flareon's more obscured areas, focused on his rump and groin like never before. The weighty bounce of his balls, the hefty swing of his fat sheath, the profound contours of his muscles, and the bold aroma of his musk whenever he passed by. She would often catch herself staring, hoping to see those orbs lift or glimpse the tip of what that sheath kept hidden, a rarity. It took everything in her power to avert her eyes whenever he sat on his haunches, the whole of his equipment exposed for all to see. She was beginning to regret that interest she had in higher caliber pokemon. 

She swiftly realized what was happening and shook those thoughts away. She never expected her body to ever yearn for a Fire type, let alone THAT one. It would seem being male was the only requirement. But letting that boy have anything to do with her... like THAT was out of the question! Absolutely not! An oaf like him? In fact, not anyone. As it were with many season's past, this Celebi had no plans whatsoever of producing an egg, no matter how low the odds. It simply wasn’t time.

Eventually, however, deep into her cycle, she quickly found her body to be quite insatiable. It was not long before masturbation lost its effectiveness and she had to come up with some other way to soothe herself, otherwise sleep would remain out of her reach. Her needs were driving her mad, and one day, she had lost control and found herself in the kitchen sitting atop the Flareon she was desperately trying to avoid. 

He was splayed out, back against his own bed with his front paws loose in the air and hind legs spread wide open. The plant-type nearly gasped aloud when she came to her senses, clasping her hand against her mouth, not wanting to wake him. Itd be impossible to explain what was happening, she had to get away! But before she could move, the mutt let out a long, low growl in his sleep. The horny Celebi's eyes widened, the vibrations from his body sending an unexpected shockwave of sensation up through her own. She froze in confusion, taking a moment to actually assess the situation she was in, which she was too panicked to do prior.

The female was sat atop the Flareon's belly, her thighs and glistening wet, turmoiled snatch flat against his soft fur. His temperature against her was surprising, it was almost as if she was being submerged into a hot soup, or perhaps one of those hot tubs they have at that pokespa she would sometimes visit with her master. It rose up through her core, reaching her shoulders and fogging her mind. What was this feeling? A perfect heat that wasn't quite too hot, the type that felt painful only on the first, tentative touch. It calmed her nerves and it was only then that she realized something was missing.

That itch. The intolerable sting of her groin had subsided by a noticeable degree. Was it the heat that was doing it? She let her body loosen as she took in the freeing sensation. It still throbbed and ached, but it felt alot like the more tolerable cycles she has had. The Celebi sat there with her wings down, relaxed as she allowed herself this moment, her sex leaking away against his fur and making that one spot soaked in her sexual liquids. It was fleeting, however, her body tensing up again from the Flareon adjusting himself slightly with a snort, jostling the Celebi around a bit before he settled quietly back into his slumber.

While still in a state of alert, the plant-type did not let the sensation of his fur rubbing against her delicates go unnoticed. It was wonderful, incomparable to the way she was previously pleasuring herself. It got her thinking. What if this warmth, nutting with this heat, was the answer to her current predicament. What if this was what could finally satisfy her. These thoughts were floating in her head as she began to unknowingly move her hips, grinding herself against the now wet fur of the one beneath her while reaching down a spare hand to begin fondling at her clitoris. She kept her vocalizations stifled, quietly panting, huffing, and whimpering as she carefully, yet firmly, glided her pussy across his intoxicating heat over and over. The pleasure was coarsing all throughout her trembling, needy body as her juices dripped down the side of the Flareon's abdomen. The sensations grew stronger and stronger, welling up inside her in preparation for the inevitable release that would finally have her content enough to get some rest for the night.

Back to the present, the Celebi peered through the door of the bedroom and, with no one in sight, let herself flutter out into the hallway. As she flew through the air, quiet as a moth, she heard some strange sounds coming from the living room. Out of an abundance of caution, she took a peek around the corner. On the couch was the trainer couple, watching an action packed movie of some kind on the television. Celebi's master was watching intently, leaned up against her boyfriend with his arm around her shoulder. Both of them were wearing headphones, since using the speakers or any surround sound would likely get noise complaints from the neighbors. While being awake was not optimal for the Celebi's plan, it was clear that the trainer's attention was on the show and that they wouldn't hear anything she did, not that the pokemon intended to make much noise to begin with. After being distracted by the television for a moment, Celebi continued her flight, unseen, into the Kitchen, where she was hoping to find her sleeping prey.

And find him she did, and in perfect position too. Legs spread, belly exposed, and tongue lolling out like the dumbass he was. With a smirk, she floated down toward him and gently sat herself down without hesitation. But rather than atop his stomach, she had now placed herself confidently at the base of his impressive sheath, his heavy scrotum loose behind her. She has engaged in this covert, lustful activity several times already, though she had things under control by herself for a few cycles now. On one of her excursions she had accidentally coaxed out that hidden shaft of his and couldn’t resist the opportunity. The heat of his member proved to be much more satisfying and since then it became standard that she would climax with his length against her folds. It was then that she realized how heavy of a sleeper this mutt was, to the point that she permitted herself to throw almost all caution to the wind and have her way with him.

She took a moment to let his warmth radiate through her, her body relaxing and her snatch clasping against his fur in anticipation. After a quick glance to check on her masters, she reached out with her hands and held the Flareon's squishy shaft, slowly and gently stroking up and down along its length, moving her hips at the same time. She huffed as she smothered and slid her sensitive Celebi cunt against his wettened fur, working her small hands across his shaft as sensually as she could. It started to throb in response, Celebi licking her lips excitedly as she watched it fill, the sheath swelling under her fingertips until she caught a glimpse of her prize emerging from its end. She watched the tip twitch, steadily growing its way out of its hiding place as she began to grind her way up toward it, gliding against the bulk of his tightening sheath. His heat was growing stronger, Celebi retreating her hands so that she can flick and touch herself, rubbing her clit firmly as the hot and familiar pleasure invaded her body. She was taking full advantage of the fact the trainers couldn't hear her, and allowed soft, needy Celebi moans to escape, her breath heavy as she checked to see if the mutt's sausage was pre-heated yet.

To her delight, the Flareon's thick member had near completely escaped its confines, flexing at attention. In almost a daze, she watched hungrily as precum fled carelessly from his tip, vanishing once it soaked into his fur. She could feel her seat pulse beneath her, most definitely the growing mass that was his hidden knot. With saliva falling from her panting lips and a hand against his invitingly hot shaft, she lifted herself up, a strand of her arousal stringing between them for a short moment. She knelt there over the Flareon's throbbing penis, her vagina dripping its lustful lubricant onto its surface, giving herself a moment to prepare.

With an excited flutter of her wings, she let herself sink downward, her wet mounds making light contact against the firm heat of his meat, pushing his rocket downward until it lie flush against the soft fluff of the Flareon's stomach. Having exhausted all slack, her quivering lips flattened nicely against him, quietly parting to squish the more sensitive flesh within against his pulsing mass. She let out a heated breath, feeling his heat radiate directly into her abdomen. It both soothed the tingle that's plagued her and urged her to go further, to make use of the unknowing male to the fullest extent possible. It was all she could do to maintain her restraint, her cunny honey leaking out and around his hard rod.

Celebi could feel every twitch and throb of his cock against her. Just the simple act of stealing his heat with her own sensitive flesh was amazing, but she knew this was not enough to sate her body. With two fingers swirling at the peak of her pussy, the female went to work fully indulging herself with her toy of a canine, pushing firmly against his swollen penis, grinding against him with no remorse, only a desperate need for sexual satisfaction. While sticky and rough against her at first, it didn't take long for her slippery liquids to coat the surface of his shaft, promoting a much more sensual slide along it. She didn’t give that cock any mercy from that point onward, placing her free hand against its head to keep it pinned so she could commit to traveling a longer distance, carelessly raking herself up and down almost the entirety of his exposed length.

By now, both pokemon's genitalia were glistening wet and slick, the unconscious Flareon's sheath now bulbous with the swollen knot trapped inside and a naughty, selfish Celebi straddling his shaft and gyrating her hips. Her pace slowed, she was getting close. Her breath had grown ragged, her brow furrowed and eyelids fluttering as her clit play softened, now hesitantly pawing at it with a slow rhythm. Her pussy smooshed and polished the heated surface of his cock diligently. Oh how she needed this. The heat, the touch, the pleasure of it all. Her entire lower half was awash with the throbbing heat of the male, it having taken her over, the Celebi damp with her sweat as her pace quickening again, the pleasure climbing within. Her stifled moans and tense whines were beyond her control now as she cast her pussy harshly against him at a carnal pace, now driven by instinct alone.

Then, with the sensations rushing up over her shoulders, it hit her like a bolt of lightning. She threw her head back with a gasp as her soaked, Celebi folds finally erupted with the spray of her climax, its lips bracing against the cock beneath it in an attempt to clench tight. The orgasm rocked her mind, stopping her hips in their tracks as they instead bucked and trembled from the release. For but a handful of intense seconds, her body had seized control, even her wings flickering intermittently. With her mouth agape, she could only pant and gasp while her reproductive system took her for a wild ride of ecstasy, her pussy and buttocks kept tight the throughout its entirety.

With her little legs trembling from the shock, the sexual electricity begun to peter out and she managed to collect herself, looking down at the mess she made with an exasperated huff. He was covered in it now, her juices dripping off the head of his thick erection, now free to throb and jump loosely about now that she lost the will to restrict it. His pleasing warmth was still radiating, its tip still firing his slick precum out into the world with no hesitation. In her relaxed, post-climax daze, an odd question had snuck into her mind as she sat there staring at it, still dripping from her own orifice, continuing to add to the slippery lather in the Flareon's fur.

How good would it feel to have that soup inside her, she wondered? To get that thick, fiery cock crammed into her tiny body, addressing the source of her itch directly? Firing his pre, no... his cum deep inside, smothering that itchy burn with his own, soothing one?

Celebi's eyes suddenly widened as she caught herself. What the hell was wrong with her!? With this headache? Impossible! She couldn't believe herself, no way! 

The shock of her own blasphemy made her back away reflexively before quickly losing her balance, having forgotten that she was atop the unstable, lax muscles of a sleeping Flareon. Her foot had slipped on his hip and she toppled over, breaking her fall with his ridiculously fluffy yellow mane.

Now, even with the Flareon being in a seemingly catatonic state, a Celebi collapsing atop him was enough to at least disturb this slumber, Celebi freezing in alarm as he squirmed and stretched his hind legs. With a longwinded and indecipherable bout of grumbling, he rolled to his side and wrapped his arms around the girl like she was some sort of plushie toy. With a curious, subconscious sniffing from his nose, the Flareon quieted back down, his body going limp once more.

Her eyes still wide as dinner plates, the Celebi remained completely still, allowing some time to pass before she made any attempt to move again. Once she was fairly sure the beast around her was unlikely to stir, she lifted and craned her head past the mutt's shoulder, a quick check that ensured her the trainer couple over yonder was still engrossed in their film. With a grunt of frustration, aimed at herself, she relaxed uncaringly into the male's unconsensual embrace, lamenting at the position she had now found herself in due to her own foolishness.

Much like the fluffy, over-sized male at her back, that was all a bit too close for comfort. She lied there allowing herself to once more take a moment and enjoy the tranquility of her now tingle-free body. Well, mostly. This much was more than manageable and she was now looking forward to getting a good nights rest. She didn't get caught, got off on this lunk, and was plenty satisfied with the results. Time to pack it up. However, this had become a somewhat touchy situation. She'll have to move cautiously as not to rouse the sleeping canine any further.

With a twist, a turn, and a grunt of effort, the female began her attempt to escape this oven of a pretzel, carefully pushing one of his arms away from her. But just when she was about to lift herself up in hopes to escape his other arm, a sharp pain jolted up her back, causing her pause and furrowed brow. What was that? Her wing? What's going on back there? With an inquisitive flicking of her antennae, she twisted her arm back behind her to see what was wrong. To her frustration, it seems that her wing had got itself stuck between his arm and the bed. It wasn't completely pinned, she was positive she could pull it out with her hand, but doing otherwise seemed more painful than it was worth.

Unfortunately for her, all this tossing and turning she was doing was causing the tips of her antennae to unknowingly tease and tickle at the Flareon's chin, and just as she got a good grip on her wing, the male shook his head from side to side a couple times before reaching up with his free paw to clumsily swipe at the air near those feelers. She had no choice but to freeze again, confused as to how she managed to disturb him this time. Much to the female's disappointment, the male had subconsciously decided to re-secure his hold around her. He embraced the Celebi like a fluffy prison and then, to her shock, rolled all the way the hell over, her body disappearing between him and the heightened, cushioned rim of his pet bed.

This was not good, she thought, the hopelessness of it all a lump in her throat. This was much more difficult to escape than before. Why on earth did this idiot stir again!? And was flipping over really necessary? This was just not her night. While she wasn't completely sandwiched, she was definitely not going to be able to lift this dead weight enough to get herself out, not easily anyway. Now she really has to wait until she's one hundred percent sure hes out cold, then escape as fast as she can. Sometimes being forcefully quick is a better choice that slow and stealthy. She could feel that, thankfully, her wings were in a better situation than before, and it wasn't all that suffocating amongst all this fur and fluff. She also suspected that she didn't have to worry too much about the trainers seeing her in this compromising scenario, as she was fairly certain she was almost entirely obscured down here. Well... it'll be a while, what a mess.

With a small, very careful amount of squirming, the Celebi got herself as comfortable as she could manage. She lied there, in the strong embrace of the canine, surrounded on all sides by his unforgiving mass of red orange fur. It wasn't pitch black in these confines, a small amount of light from a work laptop, left open on the kitchen table somewhere, managed to keep even this cavern of beast lit just enough to see more than simple silhouettes. There was no sound in all this plush, besides their breathing, the beat of her own heart taking center stage. It was an oven in here, the Flareon's radiating body heat getting absorbed into the bedding. She was surrounded by it, yet she didn't feel all that uncomfortable. If anything it was welcome, what with her body behaving the way its been. She had given up on sustaining any ire she had toward the guy, seeing how it sort of got her in this situation to begin with, nor did she believe it would be useful in getting her out. The minutes ticked by. It wasn't long before she started to wonder if it might be time to make her escape, this time with no mistakes.

But she was wrong. The canine started to stir again. The Celebi sighed, frustrated, but silently hoping that he tosses and turns enough for her to get get out of there more easily. It was a bit odd though, his movements this time. He was continuously shifting, adjusting. His fur and body brushing against her constantly and, much to her chagrin, his grip around her seemed to be tightening. She noticed a low growl here and there and began to wonder if he was having a dream or something. Maybe a nightmare? The Flareon slowly started to calm down, all of this shifting around coming to an eventual stop, and Celebi had let herself believe that his dream had finally passed, but that's when things suddenly got a lot more concerning.

The Flareon did a sudden motion that jostled her a bit. It was a quick, sort of spasm of a movement. Before she knew what happened, he had settled himself back in place. Well, that was odd. She thought nothing of it, just a twitch or something, but then after several seconds he did it again. It wasn’t a powerful motion, definitely one he was doing unconsciously. It felt involuntary in nature. After another handful of seconds, the Celebi found herself jolted forward again. The interval seemed random, but he went on like this a few more times, confusing Celebi greatly, and it wasn't until she felt something lightly touch her crotch that she realized what was truly happening.

These were pelvic thrusts. The Flareon had started to hump at her in his sleep. She looked downward and was shocked to see a familiar sight. Right between her thighs, was the throbbing head of the male's erection, the tip glistening wet with what little light was available. The Flareon thrust his hips again, his wide shaft jutting out into view. Its tip collided into the side of his bed before it all swiftly retreated back under her crotch, a string of pre stretching between it and the fabric with more shooting out from below, visible beyond her mounds. She couldnt help but watch, stunned at what was happening. His cock threw itself forward again, narrowly missing he bed this time, disappearing back down below her. Then a weaker thrust, spearing into it again much further down. Every few seconds that penis of his would make a flash appearance before sinking back with only its head remaining exposed, every now and then that high temperature shaft making a light, teasing stroke against her soft lower lips.

No way this was happening. Is this some kind of joke? This isn't going to lead where she thinks it will, right? Shes gotta get free, she's doesn't...

A gasp is forced out of her as the male tries another thrust, this time his head clumsily punching the the peak of her folds, slapping harshly across her clit before swiftly slipping past. Once she collected herself, cus that kind of hurt, she began to frantically struggle, but this only made the male growl and embrace her tighter. She couldn't get free. She could do nothing but squirm, and watch as the male's tip got closer and closer to alignment with each sleepily paced thrust. His head rest just past her opening now, throbbing amidst the latest intermission in his thrusts. Its topside lightly tapped at her upper lips, as if knocking politely, flaring strongly with unconscious desire as the tip shot pre out against the cushion they lie on.

Her mind raced. At this rate, if he doesn't calm down, that thing might find its mark. And what's worse, all this teasing had reintroduced that itchy, needy tingle inside her that she had just put so much effort into quelling. Every hump, every touch, was slowly getting her worked up again. But she didn't want THIS did she? With this fiery hot Flareon? This, albeit troublesome, companion that she had spent years living with now? They were lucky to even be friends, with the way they bicker and pick on each other. And this was her Flowering Season. The odds aren't high, but if he didn't stop here she could get...

She was interrupted by another thrust, this one finally on target. It smacked directly into her snatch, eliciting another startled gasp from the poor Celebi girl. She muttered soft Celebi whimpers of refusal under her breath before realizing that the male seems to have halted. The head of his Cock just rested there, pressed against her folds for now, the Celebi shifting in reaction to his heat invading its way into her body again. The sensation made her mind go blank and fuzzy, the panic she had before momentarily slipping from her grip. His cock pulsed once more against her, but with every throb his head would swell, an unfamiliar feeling. Pre fled from its tip, which had manageed to miss contact with the sensitive flesh between her mounds, shooting messily into the air. She had never played with this part of him before. She didn't dare. It was softer than the rest of it. It felt pliant, and was a pleasure to put pressure against.

No. No she can't. She needs to get out.

She struggled again, the tip squishing around her increasingly wet flesh and the shaft tilting about while she tried to do something about the Flareon's strong arms around her body. Then, from her squirming, she managed to mistakenly align the male's squirting tip with her clitoris, her efforts coming to a sudden halt after a jet of it made contact for the first time. It was hot. The pre that shot at her most sensitive place was hot and it fired stream after powerful, uncaring stream of the male's perparatory lubricant at it, each thrumming sensation dismantling more and more of her resistance. It sent electric sparks up her spine, flooding her mind with the untamed thoughts and urges she's been trying to keep in check. The sticky and hot Flareon pre mercilessly painted her clit, it all immediately drooling down to join with her own leaking fluids, her body now making all the necessary accommodations for the increasingly slipper canine head pressed against her. The tingling of her crotch and the suffocating heat that had now saturated her cramped hovel of bedding and Flareon body temperature had the female at a loss. Unsatisfied with the partner her body has seemingly accepted, yet desperate for releif, her folds clasping hungrily at his ready and waiting girth.

With a low growl, the male appearing to know, at least in his dream, that his dick had managed to hit home, pulled himself back slightly, a moment's reprieve for the girl as strands of their newfound lust hung loosely between, only to push back forward and firmly press himself against her undersized, sopping wet Celebi vagina. This time his tip struck true, colliding into her urethra before slipping into the orifice just below, finally embedding his precum into its true destination, filling the foyer of her tiny entrance with as much spicy lube that it can. The Flareon didn't ease up, pushing and grinding his tip against her pussy, working it and stretching it until it began to show signs of relenting, the liquids of the two drooling out in a most lewd fashion. The Celebi has seemingly accepted her fate, her eyelids low as she huffed and panted at the mutt's persistent attempts to breach her. She could only squirm and grab at the squishy bedding in front of her, the female's moans ragged as his piercingly hot juices finally defiled her virgin entrance.

His grip held her in place, the female's tight Celebi pussy wide around his dick as he began to gently hump away at her, her entrance slowly giving way for the unconscious Flareon, her plentiful sexual juices facilitating further penetration into her. The heat of his bare cock was amazing against her sensitive flesh, panting loudly as the large canine over her dug his tip against her sensitive walls, slowly gaining deeper and deeper entry into her tight but welcoming body, a good two inches of his girth managing to work its way in. It was so thick. Being stretched around him, she could feel absolutely everything about his flexing meat, its intoxicating warmth radiating deeper into her core than ever before, it coating her walls his copious amounts of precum. With another strong thrust of his hips he lodged another inch into her depths, half of his cock hopelessly wedged into her. There was no turning back now, for the suction of her vagina was now coming into play. her tight canal finally giving to his soaking wet shaft, the last few humps against her finding easy, sensual passage into her cramped confines until the Celebi girl finally felt his sheath kiss firmly at her snatch. With it being fat with his hidden knot, it got lucky and caused a swift, yanking suck at her clit the moment he relaxed. That, alongside having a over-sized canine penis crammed inside sending her over the edge. She let out a sharp gasp, followed by uncontrolled moans of overwhelming pleasure as her urethra spat forth once more, coating the sheath in her fluids as her taut hole clenched weakly around the meat buried within her.

Her mouth stayed agape as her mind was overrun by the combined sensations, a strand of saliva sneaking out from her lower lip. He was huge, her cramped, Celebi canal stretched tight around his unyielding girth, the vague sting from direct contact to her sensitive flesh effectively masked by the sharp pleasure combing across her senses. Every flex and throb of his smothered shaft easily overshadowed her orgasm's pitiful clenching, a soft, weak tightening against the male it simply could not compete against. Her belly had bulged slightly, where the pulsing, squirting head of his dick lie, flooding her furthest depths with the hot virile soup of his preseed. Even with the adaptability pokemon had for larger partners, this was right at the edge of her capacity.

There was no time for rest, for now that the Flareon had hilted, and after a few, strained humps out and back into her, the female's tight orifice had been lubed and pried open enough for him to finally start going to town, his thrusts swiftly quickening in pace to full speed. There was no controlling the sounds now, unconscious Flareon grunting as he went, thrusting hard and swift into the little fairy he had mounted, her loud, sexual moans and cries from being ravaged muted by the bedding and fluff surrounding her. Her hands gripped and pulled at the bed, clawing at it as his knot, now having freed itself from the sheath, slapped recklessly at her ripe folds, juices flinging out to disappear into the bed's surface.

She could barely think, the hot canine cock filled her insides with a toasty warmth while his body pressed against her blanketed her in a sweltering heat. It was like she was in an oven. A musky, suffocating, sexy oven of her own desperate voice and the wet, unrestrained squelching and slapping sounds of their sex. It was only at this moment, as she was already being humped and bred by the unconscious brute, that she was able to have those much delayed coherent thoughts. Sex. They were having sex. This big, dumb, sexy mutt was going to have his way with her, and there was nothing she could do about it. Not at this point, when she can barely focus. Ah, he was breeding her, and her body, no, she ached for it. Who was it in his dreams he was fucking anyway? Does it matter? No, because his dick, that fiery hot rod of pleasure, was stuffed inside of her, not some dreamland so-and-so. Deep inside of her, over and over. It was so good. It was all just way too good.

The dreaming Flareon continues to dutifully stuff his meat deep into the Celebi's pussy, repeatedly spreading her tunnel tight, filling her to the brim with his girth and tugging liquids out from her flooded confines. His thrusts were rapid and erratic, driven entirely by the instinct to mate and impregnate with no control, restraint, or compromise to be offered from his dormant mind. It was all his body, ignited by whatever wet dream the mutt was experiencing. Even his round knot began to threaten entry, banging and grinding hard against her needy mounds, the bulb having held back on inflating fully to better wedge itself in. 

The Celebi couldn't tell if it was a good idea, as she was already struggling with his size, but lust had overtaken her mind utterly at this point. She could feel the progressive charging of her next climax. With one hand she grabbed the Flareon’s golden mane and lifted her leg, the one that still had room to move, and, without thinking, spread herself as wide as she could for him. She watched in a trance, consequences forgotten. The trainer couple nearby? Thrust. The fact that shell be stuck here for at least half an hour? Thrust. Flareon could wake up completely at any time? Hump. It’d guarantee that his seed would be trapped inside with the unsuspecting ovums of her Flowering Season? Hump. The possibility, however minute for her species, of this sexy moron being the father of her eggs? Hump. What would her master think? Thrust. Grind. He'll never let her live this down. Hump. Grind. Grind. Hump. Hump. Hump. Grind. Pop!

Too late now.

It was in. The Flareon's knot had finally broke its way inside, tightly locking the two together as it quickly swelled within her to full size. It was actually painful for them both, but it was easily obscured by the heat and intense pleasure. It spread the girl's tiny vagina wide, the males wildly throbbing penis getting compressed as it reached the absolute limits of her depth, its girth widening to compensate. His thrusts grew weak, the vice around his dick nursing hungrily around it. His erratic movements were reduced to deep, but gentle, desperate humps at her. With a subconscious gyrate of his hips, the female he held finally lost control, cumming once more around his thick shaft. Her walls rippled around his swollen knot, the lips of her stuffed pussy pressed flush against his prepuce as she squirted their shared juices out against it. It was here, with the wet, fleshy soft massage around his sesitive, piping hot member that his hug around her body suddenly tightened, his body stiffened, and firmly pressed his crotch flush against her own.

The Celebi's own body tensed as she felt it, a powerful, molten jet of richly dense cum blasting out from his urethra, slamming directly into her cervix without warning. Another couple bursts followed in quick succession, the potent semen coating that barrier with its divine heat before another pump burst through, lashing out in gloppy ropes to conquer her tiny, unclaimed uterus. 

He... He’s Cumming… His... Inside… He’s...! 

This was the best that her overwhelmed mind had to offer before Celebi became utterly lost in the sensations, the male over her delivering an incredible, toasty heat that welled up deep in her core, his tip erupting with gush after merciless gush of thick, potent Flareon batter. Ropes of it were unleashed through her cervix, flooding into her womb and pumping it full almost instantly with his undoubtedly sperm heavy load. His snug penis pulsed and flexed more powerfully than ever before, making every effort to impregnate the Celebi and ensure she was properly bred. With her oven at capacity, his virulent cream settled for her canal, bathing the Flareon cock within as it was all forcefully packed inside her by the strained lock of his bulbous knot. It was all too much for Celebi to handle, the girl crying out in intense pleasure, riding her orgasm in unison with his. Flareon’s canine orgasm as long and copious, each drawn out spurt viscous cum unleashed one after the other without pause or restraint, Celebi’s womb reluctantly convinced to compensate by expanding, inflating a little more with each hot glob that pushed out from his girth.

As her climax quieted, the bonded pair lay still, the male giving an occasional, weak hump in earnest as the female tried to catch her breath. She’s been run absolutely ragged, Celebi pulling her face away from the soft cushion to reorganize the complete disaster that was her psyche. It took a great deal of focus, what with the complete length of his penis still throbbing and shooting inside her, but the little knotted fairy managed to regain at least some of her composure.

That was incredible. That nothing at all like she imagined it. Not that she ever imagined having sex with this mutt before. Not much anyway. No, not often at all. She couldn’t even process what she just went through. All that she knew was that it was definitely a whole new level of pleasure and satisfaction that her previous ventures against his body paled in comparison. She turned her gaze downward, to what the two of them had wrought, the concentrated mix of their lewd scents strong within the confines she was trapped in. His sheath was pressed tight against her ravaged, Celebi pussy, and though she couldn’t see it, she could feel him grinding his sensitive prepuce against her. Within the barely illuminated darkness she could make out dribbles of his semen slowly leaking out and down what part of his dick that preceded his knot. As stretched, full, and plugged as it made her feel, she guessed even that knot of his couldn’t keep all that cum inside a pokemon as small as her. With a hand to her abdomen, which had grown slightly from all that was stuffed into her, she could keep the heat of his semen against her palm. 

Her blush flared up for a moment in shame. How could she have let this happen? How could she have let this silly Flareon cum inside her like this, while he was unconscious at that. She honestly couldn’t believe this moron was still fast asleep. Imagine possibly egging someone without even knowing. Goodness she sure hoped she wouldn’t get an egg like this. Surely not, she was a legendary pokemon for a reason, right?

Flareon suddenly moved, rolling himself over to finally release the Celebi from her fluffy furnace of a prison, getting dragged along by his knot to find herself lying against his soft belly. His arms had fallen away, the male having returned to his default sleeping position, completely spread out, only this time, with a legendary accessory hopelessly sleeved over his hot rod.

The much cooler air was almost shock to her, Celebi letting out a sigh of relief as she joined her apparent mate for a moment in the act of hanging loose, her sweat meeting the conditioned air of the apartment. Finally she was free. Well not really. Celebi tried to sit herself up, only managing to get upright by staying on her knees, unable to fully sit due to Flareon’s unyielding package. She glanced, with a little panic, toward the Trainer couple that she completely forgot about, and saw that they were still on the couch watching their movie. At some point they must have moved on to the sequel. Being smothered under this guy was a blessing in disguise. Celebi was sure that they probably walked through the kitchen once or twice while she was being fucked. If she was in the position she was now, they would have definitely gotten caught. She looked back down at Flareon, seeing that he has gone back to lolling his tongue out. She couldn’t help but chuckle at him, shaking her head in disbelief before letting out an exasperated sigh.

She should’ve known that it would be like this. She should’ve just been patient and resisted her urges. She would have been able to satisfy herself without issue, but she just couldn’t help herself. And now she was literally stuck, with this nearly unbearable heat inside her. But she’d be lying if she said she had any regrets, though she was wondering how she was supposed to go back to just rubbing herself on him.

Thankfully, it would seem that her libido had been finally quenched, calmed by the sweltering temperature of his cum, exactly what her body wanted, but as she knelt there atop him waiting for his knot to eventually deflate so she could be truly released, the exhaustion from the entire ordeal finally began to catch up to her. Even though she wasn’t getting metaphorically roasted in a cramped space anymore, the warmth within her, his still piping hot dick keeping his load warm inside her with every throb, was cozy enough to start having her nodding off.

Even now he was still shooting spunk into her, though its density seems to have thinned. She was so full of his fluids that her belly has bloated a bit from her womb having to compensate. She was worried for a moment that she might get hurt in some way, but it seems only the thicker of the goop had the power to breach it. Its a good thing Arceus made sure pokemon were plenty compatible with their potential partners, physically able to accommodate varying sizes. Nonetheless, It was clearly going to be a while still before this hopeless sleepyhead can undock, and it would be catastrophic if she accidentally fell asleep right here over him. Though cum getting everywhere was inevitable, she definitely didn’t want to get caught amongst it by the Trainers, or by Flareon if he miraculously wakes up.

She had to do something to stay awake. But what? She was literally stuck there. If only she had a way to cool the inside of her body somehow.

Then, with sudden realization, the Celebi looked up at the refrigerator on the other side of the kitchen. Ice Cream! She could get some ice cream, that’ll work. Hell, maybe it’ll even hasten the softening up of this adorable buffoon she was locked to. While she wasn’t able to get up or walk around, she can still fly now that her wings were no longer restrained, and with her mind clear, she can use her telekinesis to lift him up. But only a little, it wouldn’t do to accidentally drop him or hit his head on something. Post nut clarity is amazing!

With a grunt of effort, Celebi confidently spread her wings and fluttered up into the air, using her psychic powers to float the sleepy Flareon’s heavy rear up with her, the vice grip of her pussy pulling at his knot as she began to drag his ass across the tiles toward the fridge.

Unfortunately, just like how this all started, Celebi remains under the naive assumption that everything will go as planned. It did not. At all.