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Even if her accident-prone bladder splatters him in the process.\n\n[b]Author’s Note[/b]\n\nAnd here it is, a simple and kinky story for the month! First time I tried out diapers, I think it went pretty well. A special thanks to [iconname]Matkaja[/iconname] for pre-reading. I went through it again a few times after he did, so any extra mistakes are definitely my fault.","description_bbcode_parsed":"Summary

A horny teenager is left home alone with the family pokemon, and he plans to make the most of his time with the still-in-diapers Alolan vulpix. Even if her accident-prone bladder splatters him in the process.

Author’s Note

And here it is, a simple and kinky story for the month! First time I tried out diapers, I think it went pretty well. A special thanks to \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t
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The little feral vixen would always giggle at him, paw at his face, or any number of cute things as he unlatched her diaper to clean her up. And always capturing his attention like a particularly shiny gem was her tiny, perfect vulva. Or spade, as was the slang online, something he learned after some enlightening research.\n\nHe smiled as he imagined the Alolan vulpix’s immature spade. It was mostly covered by fur, and honestly pretty inconspicuous given her young age, but what was visible always stole his breath away. A dark blue mound tapering into a sleek tip, a teeny-tiny slit he imagined himself spreading to reveal inner pinks and deep reds. He could almost feel the squishy texture between his fingers, and he wondered what it would feel like to gently roll it around. Softer than a cloud, squishier than his tongue, and more supple than his lips. He’d been waiting so long to experience it for himself. And now, with both of his parents gone for the night, for the first time since Gwen arrived, he finally had the chance.\n\nStanding outside the door to Gwen’s room, Tommy hesitated. He’d never had the courage to touch Gwen’s spade before tonight. Oh, sure, opportunities always presented themselves. He could’ve snuck a grope at any point, and probably gotten away with it too. He could have easily placed a finger on that gorgeous mound of hers, or slid a finger between her teeny-tiny folds, her snug insides squeezing him in ways he’d always dreamed of. [i]But what if she whined,[/i] he always ended up arguing to himself, [i]what if she made another weird noise that sent our parents running? What if she didn’t trust me anymore and our parents asked questions?[/i]\n\nHeart pounding in his chest, Tommy creaked open the door to the nursery and was immediately set upon by a snow-white blur. “Vul!” Gwen cried, pouncing on his leg and biting at his shoelaces, her white diaper crinkling. “Vul-pix!”\n\nGwen was a special case among baby pokemon. Diapers were usually only needed for the first few months, but not Gwen. Going on three months and she still couldn’t quite hold it in. There was nothing she wouldn’t pee on. The sofa? Soiled. His sheets? Wet. Her water bowl? Undrinkable. If she could squat over it, she’d pee on it. No exceptions.\n\nHis parents found it gross and annoying, but not him.\n\nHe giggled and patted her on the head, enjoying her delighted yips at the attention. “Hello to you too, Gwen!” His heart began to race as his eyes fell on her diaper. “Do you… do you need a change?”\n\nShe tilted her head, as if considering. But he knew she couldn’t understand. Not yet. Indeed, she quickly gave up trying to figure out what he meant and went right back to digging into his shoes. In an effort not to have them ruined, Tommy leaned down and gently picked Gwen up around her thin waist. She was so small that he probably could have lifted her with one hand, though he still used both, fingers digging into the soft fur of her midsection. \n\n“Vul?” she asked, staring up at him with her sky blue eyes as he walked her over to the changing table. He set her down on her back, and she immediately snuggled into the soft blanket, anticipating a change and wanting to be comfortable. [i]This[/i] she understood, recognition dawning in her teeny noggin. Though, he figured she was still slightly confused. After all, her diaper didn’t smell used.\n\nTommy placed a hand on Gwen’s belly, digging his fingers into her soft fur. The contact helped calm her down, as she was usually very squirmy, and he used his free hand to peel back the velcro straps of her diaper. He felt her warm tummy as he unveiled her femininity like he was opening a present.\n\nAnd there it was, her untouched spade, all his.\n\nHaving waited so long for this moment, Tommy didn't wait: he reached down and slid his index finger along her petite folds. His heart raced as he felt up a girl for the first time. The surface of her vulva compressed under his touch, so soft, so malleable. Like the inside of his cheeks, or a tongue. He pressed in with immense care, moving his finger along the y-shaped crack of her hugging labia, loving how squishy she felt. And dry. So very dry. He wiggled his finger around the entrance, trying to get inside and--\n\n“V-vul?!” Gwen squeaked, startling him from his exploration. Her spade grew tense, very tense. And her eyes were wide and ears splayed back. He realized that was uncomfortable for her. He needed to be more careful.\n\n“Sorry, Gwen,” he apologized. Using his free hand, he continued to stroke her belly, soothing her. She forgave him quickly with a lick against the back of his hand.\n\nA lick… his eyes widened. That was it. He could wet her up with his tongue. Would she like that? Would she taste good? If he didn’t like the taste, would he stop?\n\nOnly one way to find out.\n\nExcitement blooming in his belly, Tommy leaned down to Gwen’s waiting snatch, so wonderful and perfect. He inhaled deeply. Her scent washed over him, and it drove him forward until his nose brushed the tip of her spade. It twitched. \n\n“Vul?” Gwen questioned, likely about the unfamiliar sensations, but Tommy didn’t look at her. He kept up the sniffing, taking in her intoxicating scent, a subtle twang of urine underneath the feminine musk, little though it was. Was it because she was so young? Did that mean her body simply didn’t produce the same smells an older woman would? He could smell that his mother was very female from close enough a distance, but his younger cousins were tricky to scent that way. \n\nTommy was too excited to hold back any longer, so he slipped his tongue out and dragged a big, fat lick across Gwen’s incredibly soft, tiny folds. The vulpix gasped, then whined, pawing at his head but not trying to squirm away. She tasted even better than she smelled. Encouraged by her lack of real protests, he slid his tongue deeper, wriggling between her supple folds, parting them as easily as two slices of bread. Her inner warmth betrayed her typing, and he couldn’t wait to feel her heat squeezing around his length. \n\nGwen whined again, her insides trembling, only for her to let out a squeak as her tiny spade relaxed, releasing a burst of warmth that splattered against his tongue and forced him to rear his head back. She was peeing! The harsh sound of piss splattering against her diaper was only matched by the pungent aroma permeating the room as she continued to let go.\n\nAnd yet, as he watched the now-giggling vulpix relieving herself, no shame in her adorable eyes, he was tempted to lean in and sample her lightly golden fluids. Could he do that? Should he? He sorta knew about this sort of play, and he knew it was safe, but would he even like the taste?\n\n...He smacked his lips, realizing some of her taste already lingered from the splash against his tongue. Not bad. Not bad at all. He wouldn’t go out of his way to drink it over a soda, but given how horny he was right now, it tasted like ambrosia. \n\nTommy returned to his position on the pissing kit’s sex, and then opened wide to take her spade into his maw. Her tip was very suckable, stretching slightly in the process. Urine quickly filled his mouth, hot and tangy, the characteristic noise of water filling up a container echoing through his skull. And now his cheeks were the container. \n\nMouth secured and cheeks filling to the bursting point with pee, it wasn’t long before he was forced to swallow. A cute little gasp escaped Gwen’s muzzle as he gulped, and her spade flexed [i]hard[/i] within its new confines, feeling as though it were jumping for joy. Perhaps it was. He nursed on her fleshy mound like it was a teat, losing himself in the reflective motion.\n\nBut he wasn’t the only one enjoying themselves. Gwen reached down to his head with her little paws to knead at his forehead, sort of holding him in place. Her eyes were bright with joy, and her expression had a desperate edge to it that let him know she was enjoying his mouth immensely. \n\nThe flow of urine soon sputtered to a stop, but he didn’t let up, continuing to suckle her spade, unable to get enough of her tangy flavor. She [i]really[/i] liked that, her cries of “vul, vul, vul!” growing almost as loud as the sound of his heart pounding in his perked ears. \n\nShe rocked her hips, slowly at first, but soon devolved into desperate, urgent humps, as though she was trying to force his muzzle inside her. The shallow thrusts were adorable, though ineffective. Her position on the table simply made thrusting much too difficult. She sure tried her best, though, and was quite vocal about it too, emitting little squeaks and repeating her name over and over.\n\nReaching a hand around her back, Tommy brought her up, and she gave a confused yip as she stood on the diaper on her hindlegs, forepaws resting at the top of his head and tummy on his forehead. But the moment she realized she had control, the reaction was immediate: she rocked her hips. Slowly to start like her first clumsy attempts, but soon she picked up pace, humping his muzzle like a stud who’d discovered the wonders of pussy, crying out with glee as she jostled her tiny spade around within this hot, wet place she’d only just found out about.\n\nBeing so young and inexperienced naturally didn’t lead to much stamina. So he was unsurprised when she halted in her thrusts and pushed as deep as she could. Her spade tensed hard, almost freezing in his mouth, before exploding into rapid twitches. She whimpered, breathing hard as the first orgasm of her young life crashed through her, hind claws scraping at the diaper, her forepaws kneading his head with her soft beans. He poked at her immature slit with his tongue, attempting entrance to her quivering tunnel, trying to see if he could enter her now that she’d been blissed out with pleasure. The action only made her grind her pelvis even more eagerly into his face, her insides squeezing and making her spade all the tenser. Encouraged, he pushed further, and easily slid inside her warm, trembling depths. \n\nBut as he ate out the cumming vulpix kit, he wondered what she would feel like around his penis. The tent in his pants was large, and he knew he probably wouldn’t fit, but what about the tip? That would fit, right?\n\nPulling away led to the hilarious sight of a vulpix humping the air, her spade literally [i]jumping[/i] with the power of her orgasm, flicking fluid into the air with every jerk of her hips. She realized quickly that the nice warm wet place had vanished, and blinked down at him, her paws hanging onto his muzzle. Obviously confused as to why her new toy was going away, she was nonetheless too hyped up on pleasure to really do anything about it. \n\nShe licked his nose, though. It was super cute. \n\nShaking with nerves and anticipation, Tommy pulled his pants down, lowered his underwear so his cock popped free, then gently lifted Gwen up by holding her by her midsection. Manhandling the pleasure-blissed vulpix, he sat down onto the floor, penis twitching in the air, and he noticed how it almost matched how her little cookie throbbed, y-shaped opening dribbling a dollop of fem cum. He had no idea how long female orgasms lasted, let alone a pokemon’s, so he wasted no time in bringing her down to his lap, lining up her slickened spade until it nearly touched his tip. Warmth radiated off her young flesh like the gentlest heaters, betraying her typing. \n\nGwen looked confused again, but there was a trusting gleam in her eyes that tugged at his heart. He’d make sure she enjoyed this, too. If she showed any sign of discomfort, he’d stop. Immediately. \n\n“H-here goes,” he said aloud as he lowered the young vulpix onto his tip, only to stop with a gasp when he felt the wet touch of her folds on his sensitive glans. Her spade continued its quivering dance as he slipped inside, enveloping him in the warmest, wettest hug he’d ever experienced. It tingled so good. And this was only his tip! He couldn’t imagine how the rest of him would feel buried deep inside her spasming depths. \n\nGwen seemed to like the feeling, if her giggling meant anything. The positive reaction encouraged him enough to pull her down, sliding himself deeper into her prepubescent vulpix tunnel, until about half of his sleek otter cock had disappeared within those enigmatic depths. Gwen’s giggling made way for shock and awe. An expression that soon melted into pure delight as she cooed and pushed back against his dick, sliding her tiny vulva even further down his cock as muscles she never knew she had [i]squeezed[/i]. \n\nHer orgasm had stopped, but she was evidently quite eager to have another one as she started to weakly bounce on top of his crotch. Chuckling at her enthusiasm, he moved one of his hands down to her rump to more easily support her as he began slowly rocking in and out of the humping vulpix. A finger brushed against her tailhole, revealing the little pucker was twitching as this new experience threatened to push her over the edge once again.\n\n“You’re so pretty, Gwen,” he said as he gazed into the vulpix’s bright brown eyes, close to that magical completion himself. He pulled her down his cock, gasping as he slid so deep into the snug, clenching heat of her young feral insides that he was shocked he wasn’t touching her cervix yet. “Hnn, so warm and tight, too!”\n\n“V-vul…” she replied, sounding almost shy. Had she understood the compliment? Or maybe she was just overwhelmed? Being stretched to your limits by a teenager’s cock for the first time must feel pretty intense.\n\nTommy moaned again as her warm spade kissed his crotch, peeling back his sheath to reveal the base of his sleek otter cock. It slid inside with a bit of effort, one that ended with a sharp yelp from the vulpix. He worried he might have hurt her, only for the young vulpine to suddenly clamp down onto him, busting into more contractions, squeezing him like a vice as she buried her muzzle into his arm and purred her delight. \n\nIt was too much for the young otter. He held his vulpix close to his belly and buried himself as deeply as he could, gasping as the rush of orgasm melted his mind more thoroughly than an ice cube in the oven. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t speak, he could barely even move as he spent himself within the warm, clenching paradise that was the tiny pokemon’s equally tiny cunt. She squirmed as he came, her big eyes wide with equal parts confusion and carnal delight as her own pleasure continued to show itself with her tunnel's rapid squeezing-unsqueezing.\n\nWhile every throb and squirt was accompanied by a rush of warm pleasure, there was also a sense of accomplishment, of deep satisfaction that he’d finally, finally done what he was meant to do. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t compatible with the little vulpix, all that mattered was the hot, snug hole he was buried within, filling it with spurt after spurt of fertile otter seed. \n\nTommy wasn’t sure how long he’d been cumming for, but by the time it ended he was on the floor, Gwen sitting firmly on his lap and staring into his eyes with a beaming grin on her muzzle, her tiny cunt seemingly determined to milk his poor, softening length of every drop of cum it had. How was she still cumming? He didn’t know, but her little cookie was [i]still [/i]twitching by the time he popped out. \n\nWithout him to support her, Gwen slumped forward tails-up with an adorable squeak, flashing him her used sex and twitching asshole. Somehow, those immaculate folds had managed to contain his entire load, permitting not a single drop of precious essence to escape. Her spade wasn’t left completely unscathed; slightly red and puffy around the edges, the y-shaped opening was still as tiny as ever, clenched tightly shut even as it trembled every other second with the aftershocks of an orgasm he couldn’t help being jealous of. \n\n“Good girl,” he said softly, stroking Gwen’s back as she continued to lie on his legs. \n\nHe could relate to the relaxing vulpix: he didn’t think sex could be so exhausting! \n\nCleaning up would be a nightmare, Tommy knew that, but for now he scooped Gwen up into his arms, looked into her half-closed eyes as she yawned, and decided that sleep sounded very nice right about now. “You tired, girl?”\n\nGwen nodded slowly, before burying her muzzle into his chest. “Vul…” \n\n“Me too,” he said. “Wanna sleep in my room tonight?”\n\n“Vul!” she replied with much more enthusiasm than before, her tails thumping against his arm. She leaned forward and licked his cheek, sky blue eyes bright with renewed energy. “Pix! Vuuul!”\n\nHe giggled at her antics. “Alright, alright! Just don’t pee on my sheets, okay?”\n\n“Vul~” she said almost slyly, as though saying she wouldn’t promise anything. But he knew he was just imagining it. She was only a baby, after all. \n\n\n\n\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"“Have a good night, honey! Remember to feed and change Gwen!”

Tommy mumbled goodbye as the front door slammed shut, his mom and dad off for their brief honeymoon. He waited on the couch, deathly still, ears perked for any indication they might come back. He paid close attention to the sound of the car starting up, and to the drone as it headed away. But he didn’t relax. Not even after a few minutes. Then, after nearly half an hour of mindless T.V., he finally, finally allowed himself a sigh of relief.
 
They were gone. Actually, truly gone. Sometimes his mom would return, having forgotten something. Not Tonight.

The otter stood up, stretched his arms out, and raced to Gwen’s room. Because today was the day he did it. Actually, truly did it. Being forced to change the vulpix was torture. The little feral vixen would always giggle at him, paw at his face, or any number of cute things as he unlatched her diaper to clean her up. And always capturing his attention like a particularly shiny gem was her tiny, perfect vulva. Or spade, as was the slang online, something he learned after some enlightening research.

He smiled as he imagined the Alolan vulpix’s immature spade. It was mostly covered by fur, and honestly pretty inconspicuous given her young age, but what was visible always stole his breath away. A dark blue mound tapering into a sleek tip, a teeny-tiny slit he imagined himself spreading to reveal inner pinks and deep reds. He could almost feel the squishy texture between his fingers, and he wondered what it would feel like to gently roll it around. Softer than a cloud, squishier than his tongue, and more supple than his lips. He’d been waiting so long to experience it for himself. And now, with both of his parents gone for the night, for the first time since Gwen arrived, he finally had the chance.

Standing outside the door to Gwen’s room, Tommy hesitated. He’d never had the courage to touch Gwen’s spade before tonight. Oh, sure, opportunities always presented themselves. He could’ve snuck a grope at any point, and probably gotten away with it too. He could have easily placed a finger on that gorgeous mound of hers, or slid a finger between her teeny-tiny folds, her snug insides squeezing him in ways he’d always dreamed of. But what if she whined, he always ended up arguing to himself, what if she made another weird noise that sent our parents running? What if she didn’t trust me anymore and our parents asked questions?

Heart pounding in his chest, Tommy creaked open the door to the nursery and was immediately set upon by a snow-white blur. “Vul!” Gwen cried, pouncing on his leg and biting at his shoelaces, her white diaper crinkling. “Vul-pix!”

Gwen was a special case among baby pokemon. Diapers were usually only needed for the first few months, but not Gwen. Going on three months and she still couldn’t quite hold it in. There was nothing she wouldn’t pee on. The sofa? Soiled. His sheets? Wet. Her water bowl? Undrinkable. If she could squat over it, she’d pee on it. No exceptions.

His parents found it gross and annoying, but not him.

He giggled and patted her on the head, enjoying her delighted yips at the attention. “Hello to you too, Gwen!” His heart began to race as his eyes fell on her diaper. “Do you… do you need a change?”

She tilted her head, as if considering. But he knew she couldn’t understand. Not yet. Indeed, she quickly gave up trying to figure out what he meant and went right back to digging into his shoes. In an effort not to have them ruined, Tommy leaned down and gently picked Gwen up around her thin waist. She was so small that he probably could have lifted her with one hand, though he still used both, fingers digging into the soft fur of her midsection.

“Vul?” she asked, staring up at him with her sky blue eyes as he walked her over to the changing table. He set her down on her back, and she immediately snuggled into the soft blanket, anticipating a change and wanting to be comfortable. This she understood, recognition dawning in her teeny noggin. Though, he figured she was still slightly confused. After all, her diaper didn’t smell used.

Tommy placed a hand on Gwen’s belly, digging his fingers into her soft fur. The contact helped calm her down, as she was usually very squirmy, and he used his free hand to peel back the velcro straps of her diaper. He felt her warm tummy as he unveiled her femininity like he was opening a present.

And there it was, her untouched spade, all his.

Having waited so long for this moment, Tommy didn't wait: he reached down and slid his index finger along her petite folds. His heart raced as he felt up a girl for the first time. The surface of her vulva compressed under his touch, so soft, so malleable. Like the inside of his cheeks, or a tongue. He pressed in with immense care, moving his finger along the y-shaped crack of her hugging labia, loving how squishy she felt. And dry. So very dry. He wiggled his finger around the entrance, trying to get inside and--

“V-vul?!” Gwen squeaked, startling him from his exploration. Her spade grew tense, very tense. And her eyes were wide and ears splayed back. He realized that was uncomfortable for her. He needed to be more careful.

“Sorry, Gwen,” he apologized. Using his free hand, he continued to stroke her belly, soothing her. She forgave him quickly with a lick against the back of his hand.

A lick… his eyes widened. That was it. He could wet her up with his tongue. Would she like that? Would she taste good? If he didn’t like the taste, would he stop?

Only one way to find out.

Excitement blooming in his belly, Tommy leaned down to Gwen’s waiting snatch, so wonderful and perfect. He inhaled deeply. Her scent washed over him, and it drove him forward until his nose brushed the tip of her spade. It twitched.

“Vul?” Gwen questioned, likely about the unfamiliar sensations, but Tommy didn’t look at her. He kept up the sniffing, taking in her intoxicating scent, a subtle twang of urine underneath the feminine musk, little though it was. Was it because she was so young? Did that mean her body simply didn’t produce the same smells an older woman would? He could smell that his mother was very female from close enough a distance, but his younger cousins were tricky to scent that way.

Tommy was too excited to hold back any longer, so he slipped his tongue out and dragged a big, fat lick across Gwen’s incredibly soft, tiny folds. The vulpix gasped, then whined, pawing at his head but not trying to squirm away. She tasted even better than she smelled. Encouraged by her lack of real protests, he slid his tongue deeper, wriggling between her supple folds, parting them as easily as two slices of bread. Her inner warmth betrayed her typing, and he couldn’t wait to feel her heat squeezing around his length.

Gwen whined again, her insides trembling, only for her to let out a squeak as her tiny spade relaxed, releasing a burst of warmth that splattered against his tongue and forced him to rear his head back. She was peeing! The harsh sound of piss splattering against her diaper was only matched by the pungent aroma permeating the room as she continued to let go.

And yet, as he watched the now-giggling vulpix relieving herself, no shame in her adorable eyes, he was tempted to lean in and sample her lightly golden fluids. Could he do that? Should he? He sorta knew about this sort of play, and he knew it was safe, but would he even like the taste?

...He smacked his lips, realizing some of her taste already lingered from the splash against his tongue. Not bad. Not bad at all. He wouldn’t go out of his way to drink it over a soda, but given how horny he was right now, it tasted like ambrosia.

Tommy returned to his position on the pissing kit’s sex, and then opened wide to take her spade into his maw. Her tip was very suckable, stretching slightly in the process. Urine quickly filled his mouth, hot and tangy, the characteristic noise of water filling up a container echoing through his skull. And now his cheeks were the container.

Mouth secured and cheeks filling to the bursting point with pee, it wasn’t long before he was forced to swallow. A cute little gasp escaped Gwen’s muzzle as he gulped, and her spade flexed hard within its new confines, feeling as though it were jumping for joy. Perhaps it was. He nursed on her fleshy mound like it was a teat, losing himself in the reflective motion.

But he wasn’t the only one enjoying themselves. Gwen reached down to his head with her little paws to knead at his forehead, sort of holding him in place. Her eyes were bright with joy, and her expression had a desperate edge to it that let him know she was enjoying his mouth immensely.

The flow of urine soon sputtered to a stop, but he didn’t let up, continuing to suckle her spade, unable to get enough of her tangy flavor. She really liked that, her cries of “vul, vul, vul!” growing almost as loud as the sound of his heart pounding in his perked ears.

She rocked her hips, slowly at first, but soon devolved into desperate, urgent humps, as though she was trying to force his muzzle inside her. The shallow thrusts were adorable, though ineffective. Her position on the table simply made thrusting much too difficult. She sure tried her best, though, and was quite vocal about it too, emitting little squeaks and repeating her name over and over.

Reaching a hand around her back, Tommy brought her up, and she gave a confused yip as she stood on the diaper on her hindlegs, forepaws resting at the top of his head and tummy on his forehead. But the moment she realized she had control, the reaction was immediate: she rocked her hips. Slowly to start like her first clumsy attempts, but soon she picked up pace,  humping his muzzle like a stud who’d discovered the wonders of pussy, crying out with glee as she jostled her tiny spade around within this hot, wet place she’d only just found out about.

Being so young and inexperienced naturally didn’t lead to much stamina. So he was unsurprised when she halted in her thrusts and pushed as deep as she could. Her spade tensed hard, almost freezing in his mouth, before exploding into rapid twitches. She whimpered, breathing hard as the first orgasm of her young life crashed through her, hind claws scraping at the diaper, her forepaws kneading his head with her soft beans. He poked at her immature slit with his tongue, attempting entrance to her quivering tunnel, trying to see if he could enter her now that she’d been blissed out with pleasure. The action only made her grind her pelvis even more eagerly into his face, her insides squeezing and making her spade all the tenser. Encouraged, he pushed further, and easily slid inside her warm, trembling depths.

But as he ate out the cumming vulpix kit, he wondered what she would feel like around his penis. The tent in his pants was large, and he knew he probably wouldn’t fit, but what about the tip? That would fit, right?

Pulling away led to the hilarious sight of a vulpix humping the air, her spade literally jumping with the power of her orgasm, flicking fluid into the air with every jerk of her hips. She realized quickly that the nice warm wet place had vanished, and blinked down at him, her paws hanging onto his muzzle. Obviously confused as to why her new toy was going away, she was nonetheless too hyped up on pleasure to really do anything about it.

She licked his nose, though. It was super cute.

Shaking with nerves and anticipation, Tommy pulled his pants down, lowered his underwear so his cock popped free, then gently lifted Gwen up by holding her by her midsection. Manhandling the pleasure-blissed vulpix, he sat down onto the floor, penis twitching in the air, and he noticed how it almost matched how her little cookie throbbed, y-shaped opening dribbling a dollop of fem cum. He had no idea how long female orgasms lasted, let alone a pokemon’s, so he wasted no time in bringing her down to his lap, lining up her slickened spade until it nearly touched his tip. Warmth radiated off her young flesh like the gentlest heaters, betraying her typing.

Gwen looked confused again, but there was a trusting gleam in her eyes that tugged at his heart. He’d make sure she enjoyed this, too. If she showed any sign of discomfort, he’d stop. Immediately.

“H-here goes,” he said aloud as he lowered the young vulpix onto his tip, only to stop with a gasp when he felt the wet touch of her folds on his sensitive glans. Her spade continued its quivering dance as he slipped inside, enveloping him in the warmest, wettest hug he’d ever experienced. It tingled so good. And this was only his tip! He couldn’t imagine how the rest of him would feel buried deep inside her spasming depths.

Gwen seemed to like the feeling, if her giggling meant anything. The positive reaction encouraged him enough to pull her down, sliding himself deeper into her prepubescent vulpix tunnel, until about half of his sleek otter cock had disappeared within those enigmatic depths. Gwen’s giggling made way for shock and awe. An expression that soon melted into pure delight as she cooed and pushed back against his dick, sliding her tiny vulva even further down his cock as muscles she never knew she had squeezed.

Her orgasm had stopped, but she was evidently quite eager to have another one as she started to weakly bounce on top of his crotch. Chuckling at her enthusiasm, he moved one of his hands down to her rump to more easily support her as he began slowly rocking in and out of the humping vulpix. A finger brushed against her tailhole, revealing the little pucker was twitching as this new experience threatened to push her over the edge once again.

“You’re so pretty, Gwen,” he said as he gazed into the vulpix’s bright brown eyes, close to that magical completion himself. He pulled her down his cock, gasping as he slid so deep into the snug, clenching heat of her young feral insides that he was shocked he wasn’t touching her cervix yet. “Hnn, so warm and tight, too!”

“V-vul…” she replied, sounding almost shy. Had she understood the compliment? Or maybe she was just overwhelmed? Being stretched to your limits by a teenager’s cock for the first time must feel pretty intense.

Tommy moaned again as her warm spade kissed his crotch, peeling back his sheath to reveal the base of his sleek otter cock. It slid inside with a bit of effort, one that ended with a sharp yelp from the vulpix. He worried he might have hurt her, only for the young vulpine to suddenly clamp down onto him, busting into more contractions, squeezing him like a vice as she buried her muzzle into his arm and purred her delight.

It was too much for the young otter. He held his vulpix close to his belly and buried himself as deeply as he could, gasping as the rush of orgasm melted his mind more thoroughly than an ice cube in the oven. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t speak, he could barely even move as he spent himself within the warm, clenching paradise that was the tiny pokemon’s equally tiny cunt. She squirmed as he came, her big eyes wide with equal parts confusion and carnal delight as her own pleasure continued to show itself with her tunnel's rapid squeezing-unsqueezing.

While every throb and squirt was accompanied by a rush of warm pleasure, there was also a sense of accomplishment, of deep satisfaction that he’d finally, finally done what he was meant to do. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t compatible with the little vulpix, all that mattered was the hot, snug hole he was buried within, filling it with spurt after spurt of fertile otter seed.

Tommy wasn’t sure how long he’d been cumming for, but by the time it ended he was on the floor, Gwen sitting firmly on his lap and staring into his eyes with a beaming grin on her muzzle, her tiny cunt seemingly determined to milk his poor, softening length of every drop of cum it had. How was she still cumming? He didn’t know, but her little cookie was still twitching by the time he popped out.

Without him to support her, Gwen slumped forward tails-up with an adorable squeak, flashing him her used sex and twitching asshole. Somehow, those immaculate folds had managed to contain his entire load, permitting not a single drop of precious essence to escape. Her spade wasn’t left completely unscathed; slightly red and puffy around the edges, the y-shaped opening was still as tiny as ever, clenched tightly shut even as it trembled every other second with the aftershocks of an orgasm he couldn’t help being jealous of.

“Good girl,” he said softly, stroking Gwen’s back as she continued to lie on his legs.

He could relate to the relaxing vulpix: he didn’t think sex could be so exhausting!

Cleaning up would be a nightmare, Tommy knew that, but for now he scooped Gwen up into his arms, looked into her half-closed eyes as she yawned, and decided that sleep sounded very nice right about now. “You tired, girl?”

Gwen nodded slowly, before burying her muzzle into his chest. “Vul…”

“Me too,” he said. “Wanna sleep in my room tonight?”

“Vul!” she replied with much more enthusiasm than before, her tails thumping against his arm. She leaned forward and licked his cheek, sky blue eyes bright with renewed energy. “Pix! Vuuul!”

He giggled at her antics. “Alright, alright! Just don’t pee on my sheets, okay?”

“Vul~” she said almost slyly, as though saying she wouldn’t promise anything. But he knew he was just imagining it. She was only a baby, after all.




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