It was a fascinating place.

Emma looked around with widened eyes. An all-natural den furnished with nothing more than what nature granted the denizens of the woods: a rock formation comfortably deep with warm steamy water, a heavily moss-laden centerpiece where many of the visitors mingled, and individually leaf-padded little beds dotted around the walls for more focused encounters.

It had no official name and wasn't owned by any one Pokemon, but she often heard it referred simply as "The Fertile Oasis".

It wasn't subtle what the usual visitor came here for, either. Pokemon mingling in the center were chatting amiably enough, but there were more than a few intrigued looks and and appreciative gestures made between them, and every now and then a pair - or more - made their way over to a vacant patch of leafy bedding to enjoy one another's company.

She wandered over, not deterred by the occasional curious glance her way - she was giving off a fair few of her own, seeing if anyone caught her fancy before she caught someone else's. Emma hadn't tried spicing herself up in any particular way, wearing only her traditional tailbow, but with well-kept cream-brown fur and fluff coating her happy little gait, she had no doubts at all about fitting in.

And as it was, her eyes caught someone first - a male Torracat casually striding among the group. She hadn't seen many of his kind before, as they had been part of a recent influx of new Pokemon species (a concept that still somewhat mystefied her to this day, but that was nothing new in the Pokemon world). But if he was a model example of his kind, he showed it well - a tall proud four-legged stance that towered over that of her own, with thick well-kept orange and black fur abounding. A fire type, too...

Just like that, his eyes found her, and a warm smile lit up his face as he immediately strode over.

"Well, aren't you a cute little thing," he purred, leaning his head down to lick Emma's cheek. Quite a forward move... but not here, it wasn't.

Now she was grinning back, a giggle escaping her lips. "You don't waste any time, huh?"

"I don't have a whole lot of time to waste nowadays," he said, as Emma's nose bumped playfully against his. The Torracat's smile was ceaseless and warm as his fur. "Which is why I'm glad I spotted you." There was a faint pause in his demeanor as the big male briefly bowed his head. "... if you'll have me, of course."

Emma cocked her head to one side, tail swishing. "Is that the kind of invitation I think it is?"

He grinned. "Sorta. Depends if you're... well, fertile. I'm not looking to spread my lineage at the moment, but who can turn down a little bit of fun, you know?"

"No worries, big boy." Emma's paw found his cheek, petting that soft fur with an appreciative smile. "I'm well used to this sort of thing, and I've had a knack for only bearing the eggs of those I want to bear them for. It's a gift, I suppose."

The Torracat purred, strong and vibrant. "Well then. Shall we, miss?" Emma started to speak her name, but he stopped her with an upheld paw. "No need to bind ourselves together as acquaintances just yet, cute thing. I'm sure we'll find each other again if we choose to. For now, let's just have a little fun, yes?"

Emma understood. Part of the appeal here was the casual, anonymous nature of things - just show up and find someone to play with, and go. If it went further than that afterward, all the better, but if not, easy enough to come back another time for another pretty face. She nodded with an acknowledging smile and led the way over to an empty bedding.

"Now then," Emma said as she turned around, and ceased with a surprised look. Torracat was already seated on his haunches behind her... with his hind legs well spread and an inviting grin on his face. Not to mention a rock-hard barbed cock at attention and throbbing in anticipation. 

"Thought you might want to explore what I have to offer before I... explore you," he returned, smirking playfully.

She found her voice. "I like the way you think, handsome," Emma said with a giggle, and strode over between his legs with no further prompting needed. 

He was a well-equipped one, that was for sure. Two plump ebony-furred orbs held what seemed to be a tightly-packed dose of feline milk, and above it towered the sizable pink-colored kitty shaft, sporting a healthy spread of barbs. Curious pawpads found their way to those barbs, which Emma found to be delightfully in the middle of soft yet firm - already she was imagining how those would feel inside of her. 

Emma felt and fondled with both forepaws for a good moment or so, appreciating every warm inch of that member and every weighted touch of those balls... ooh. Small wonder he was worried about fertility - if he wanted to, this male could easily give a girl kittens with ease.

Without warning, a warm paw found her chest and lightly pushed. Emma fell onto her back with a surprised huff, and all at once the Torracat was standing over her on all fours - each leg spread to keep his stance low, that pink cock laying across her moistened folds.

Torracat was looking back at it, purring appreciatively. "Oh my, that's a very tantalizing little pussy you've got there..." Eyes rose to find hers as he grinned wide, the warmth of his body washing over her. "Sorry, miss, but I'm a little eager, I guess... but if you'd rather not, just speak up."

Again it took her a moment to find her voice. Postured all at once like this, a readied and eager dick just above her sex and ready to plunge in... it was an awe-inspiring sight, and her sudden neediness flooding inside her was a special feeling.

Emma took a deep breath and giggled. "I'm all yours, big guy."

Snickering, the Torracat rolled his hips and speared right in. Pink cockflesh spread her delicate cunny wide open, tip stopped only by her cervix as the soft barbs poked at her inner walls.

Those barbs... she wasn't used to those, and as he immediately drew back to thrust once more, Emma couldn't hold back a whine of pleasure. The way they rubbed and scritched within her...! He knew it, too. The cat was grinning hugely with a pleasured look on his face, beginning a healthy mating pace that slapped those big kitty balls on her rump as he purred away. "You like it, huh? Mmh... such a tight warm one you are, dear... a perfect fit!"

Emma couldn't disagree. Thick enough to spread her wide, barbed to rub along every bit of her inside, soaked in her juices, poking just at that natural barrier as he hilted each thrust - wow, wow, wow! All she could do was pant and moan for breath as he rutted the poor Eevee girl into a fit of ecstasy, his body more than strong and capable of spearing into that wet cunt with practiced frenzy. 

She couldn't help a sideways glance. Wild mating was not an unfamiliar sight here, and the fact that those two 'mon were fucking like rabbits seemed to barely catch the attention of anyone around, a sign of how normal this was. Even from here she could see a few other couples going at it in a myriad of ways, too. Of course, they weren't completely ignored - a few unpaired souls hanging near the middle were watching them with interest, either just enjoying the view or perhaps hoping for a turn of their own when the time came.

But she had to return her gaze to that handsome Torracat, his wide and pleasure-drunk grin hovering above her and shaking with every powerful thrust. 

Her orgasm struck all at once as she whined deeply, pussy squeezing tight and a rush of feminine nectar coursing down throbbing cockflesh and around prodding barbs. Spurred on by this, the big male above her redoubled his pace, panting and purring happily as he threw a frenzied torrent of licks to her cheeks and muzzle. "Ahh, your good feelings are such a joy to watch, miss..."

Waves of those sensations continued to roll over her as she laid beneath him, rocked by his rolling hips, her sex repeatedly spread and stroked from within. There really wasn't a feeling comparable to being humped so wildly like this, and she was loving every second of it.

His four paws were struggling to hold their stance, slightly shifting about a few leaves as their clawtips readjusted, needing that stability to keep fucking her at such a rapid pace. His exertion was starting to show, muscles more prominent underneath those legs as he kept humping for all he was worth and grinning fierce as ever. It was obvious the Torracat was fighting himself from within to withstand a horde of pleasure waving over his mind, wanting to last as long as possible. An admirable goal, to be sure - but Emma was destined to hinder it by enjoying herself so openly, an expression of simple ecstasy etched on her face under his flurry of licks as her cunny squeezed around him with each forward penetration.

Minutes stretched on, his energy slipping a little at a time, body lagging just a faint tad. She'd climaxed twice more, each time spilling more warm juices down his cock and soaking into their crotchfur, her slit gripping his member tightly all throughout. He'd withstood them valiantly, the heat from his body and that curious orb under his chin rising all the while. Even she was starting to wear down, and her role in this was much less involved!

Then came the telltale moment. His pace flagged down remarkably as his muzzle lifted, eyes staring into hers. "Miss... is it okay if I... well..."

Emma knew what he meant and forestalled the rest of the question with an eager nod. The best she could manage verbally was a hoarse plea - "Please...!"

Torracat needed nothing more than that. Mewling with pleasure, he threw himself into one last flurry of eager rutting, the poor Eevee girl beneath him barely able to hold herself still among the onslaught. Emma's final orgasm struck as she cried out in bliss, the tight grip and messy fluids enough to push the big male over the edge and getting him to hilt one last time with a growl of joy.

The first rope of kitty cum splashed inside. Hot... hot hot! If it was her first fire type, it might have startled her, but her times with Retra had trained the girl and she merely squirmed under him in excitement, loving that heat inside her womb. He had plenty of heat to give, too. Heavy balls rested against her rump as he pumped her full of seed, each spurt of heated essence making her squirm. So much...!

Sprt, sprt, sprt. There seemed to be no end to that hot cum, delivered by throbs of blissful barbed shaft within her.

More... more...

Then he'd given his last. The male fell to the side of her with a practiced grip. She found herself spooning up against the feline's underside - held comfortably warm, muscles relaxing, his cock slipping free of her rear and drooling a few beads of milk onto the thorougly messy bedding beneath them.

"Hah... hah..." His breath heavy, the big cat nuzzled the side of her neck. "Dear, that was far better than I'd hoped it would be."

"Same," Emma admitted, leaning back against him with a purr. "You seemed like you'd never stop!"

"If only I could," he snickered, one paw rubbing fondly on her belly, just above where the sexual fluid-stains began. "Such a tight warm breeding tunnel... I wanted to stay there as long as I could."

A moment of silent relaxation fell as they watched the others - pairings concluded, other pairings began, and visitors came and went as they pleased. 

"I take it you do this sort of thing a lot?" He asked suddenly, a curious air in his voice as he held her nice and snug.

"Sort of. Not here, but it tends to happen wherever I go," Emma returned, stroking his side with a paw. His cum was fading in warmth inside of her womb, but she savored its presence regardless. "Most of it at home, actually. I have a rather... active family."

"A mate?" He inquired.

"Yeah. An open relationship, if it's not obvious," she added with a giggle.

"I hope so. Wouldn't want to cause you and yours any trouble," he snickered. "But he's pretty lucky to have a gal like you, I must say."

And just like that he was slipping out from beside her, standing on all fours. The male Torracat was just like he'd been when they'd met earlier, standing tall with a smile on his muzzle and that pink malehood tucked out of sight - the only differences were his more prominent weariness in that posture of his, and a more noticeable scent from their 'playtime'.

"Wish I could stay longer. But I hope you know that you really made my afternoon, sweetheart." The Torracat winked, leaned over, and licked her cheek one last time. "I'll keep my eyes open for you again, if you hang around here in the future. Until then, stay special."

She barely had any time to offer a soft little smooch of appreciation and a smile back at him before he was striding away, a very cheerful swishing tail marking his departure. Hard not to smile at the sight of a super-happy kitty.

Emma waited a couple more seconds before summoning the strength to stand and half-walk, half-hobble towards the entrance. She'd carry that Torracat's scent for a bit after that, no doubt, but she didn't mind one bit.

She'd have to come back soon. Maybe he'd be here, maybe not, but either way she couldn't ignore how fun a place like this could be.

And besides, she thought with a grin and looking back at the various 'mon hanging about. He hadn't been the only attractive one of the bunch. She'd have to try catching some of the others' eye before long and see how much fun they'd be.

But that was for another time. Emma headed home - tired but happy, cum leaking from her well-bred slit, and looking forward to that comfy bed.