The Lucario stood panting in the grassy fields that extended to the horizon line in front of him. Behind him, above the forest’s canopy, the full moon rose up alongside the Tree of Beginning, bathing him and his girlfriend in silvery glow. It was the middle of one of their warmer summer's nights. Even the usual cold winds off the northern hills felt more like cool breezes tonight, and everything seemed very still.

Lucario had his paws clenched at his sides, cheeks flushed. He could try to cover it, but attempts would only be in vain: the rolled-over blue fur of his sheath was half drawn back around a fat, red erection that bounced each time it squirted into the grass a meter in front of his curling toes. After dropping back down, it kept bobbing with energy only to get jerked up again to fire. His girlfriend was also a Lucario. Her swollen pussy invaded and expanded to fit the space between her thighs, soaking them in clear juices. She shivered as she stared at his member, paws creeping ever closer to her crotch.

But it wasn't like you think. She didn't want to be looking at him. She just couldn't help it, and she'd made sure she was standing well far enough away from him to be out of his range of his perpetual squirting. Lucario stared, frowning, as she turned her back on him and crossed her arms. Despite their states, these were not sexy circumstances. They'd been standing out here in the middle of nowhere for an hour now talking about things, and it felt like she was getting ready to break up with him.

He wasn't doing a very good job stopping her either. He was trying to concentrate on what she was saying, but instead his ears kept twitching at the slap her over-swollen pussy would make against her thighs when she would shift her hips, and he would flick his eyes downward in time to catch it sproinging back and forth until it settled back into place.

It was showing glistening pink at the center and dripping a literal puddle in the dirt between her foot paws. It was right there. That's why he couldn't blame her for staring while telling him how he'd hurt her. It was just as difficult for him to ignore her. Their bodies just made it that way.

It was that time of the month in the forest. Heat smells got spread everywhere. Females of all species, big and small, would wet the bushes on the major footpaths with their "hot" piss, laced with active pheromones, and leave lines of it up the trunks of all the damned berry trees. It smelled so much better than the berries.

He’d catch himself standing in place and just drooling, nose going wild. Sometimes he’d be weak and let himself get his muzzle right up near the marking trunks. It was like the best baked goods littered out in front of him waiting to be devoured, a selection of sweet, savory, or spicy depending on the stage of their heat they were in.

It distracted him at best and drove him mad most days, yet not one girl had been willing to fuck him to satisfy the knot monster the magnetic allure they knew their juicy cunts could draw out of him even from literal miles away. It was a miracle if there was one day during that week each month he didn't wake up needing to pop one.

Earlier tonight, his girl's heat had been starting to turn from sweet to savory, and he couldn't stop staring at her sitting across the den with her pussy smooshed against the smooth sitting rock underneath her. It sagged down under its own weight, had spread itself, and was drooling a thin but steady current of juice into a puddle that he knew right away he’d be kneeling sniffing and licking at later.

She saw him staring, and she fluttered her eyelids at him. The room became tense. She kept blushing and trying to hide it away. Her two-pawed effort to shove it all down in the little gap only showed him how sproingy it was when it popped back out. Worse, it was still visible squished up even when she managed to close her thighs on it. It was just a preview for how hard he’d be able to whap his knot on her later. It really did look like there was enough room inside even he could fit.

She lingered and lingered, almost like she was trying to attract his attention, but he succeeded in waiting until she went off to paw her leaky cunt all over the bed. He snuck over, setting down his paw pads carefully with each step until he'd crossed the room to her rock without a sound. He knelt facing where her legs had been spread, wrapped both of his paws around his shaft even though they only barely reached, and prepared to make several more sticky splotches under hers. 

After stroking himself rock hard, he humped his knot out against his paws. Twitchy ears standing up tall and tail wagging, he listened to her moaning in the bedroom and imagined her boinging her springy, smooshy cunt. He whacked his knot against his paws, slipping the underside of his shaft up the sloped front of her rock in puddles of her juices and his pre spurts, until he erupted, bouncing and blasting its thick ropes up her rock where it was still warm from her ass cheeks.

The only problem was that he'd taken a bit too long. She walked in on him slumped over the rock in his creamy splatter, eyes closed and smiling in afterglow. Her cheeks flushed, and she covered her crotch with both paws for a second. "Hey... there were ways you could have been helping me, you know... instead of doing that on my rock. You don't respond right when I try to hint at you. Wasn't I cute? I was waiting for you to follow me."

If only it were something as innocent as him not picking up on it. She didn't understand. He had a problem. He was suffering from her heat too, and it wasn't only physical. It was perfect, actually, how awful it gotten set up. His friend had invited him out to meet his cousin, possibly with matchmaking in mind. She was interested in other Lucario, males, had recently become single, and he started to think he'd finally gotten lucky with a girl because they were getting along.

Things were fun for the next three weeks. She had a den on the edge of the forest, and it turned out she had no trouble inviting him to live with her right away. They did things together, and there was even some cuddling. He told her he wanted sex but that he was okay to save it for when they knew each other better. She agreed with both parts of that.

Well, it turned out to be a stupid plan to wait to try to mate her when she wasn't in heat because, now that she was, she'd changed her mind. her body was driving her crazy, and she wanted sex now. She knew he wanted it and kept trying to get him, but he knew he couldn't mate her. He was way too young to have puppies. She wasn't. Pulling out might work a few times, but eventually she would wonder why he wasn't knotting her and would pin him, mount him, and not give him a choice about it.

He wanted to get away for a while so she didn't drive them both crazy, but she insisted he stay close to her for the whole week. He could clearly see it was so she could get her paws around him, but he had no choice other than to try to get through it unscathed. But he was running out of dodges and excuses for not joining her in the bedroom, and she was starting to notice. Scratch that, she had noticed.

She just kept staring at him, her eyes wandering up and down his front side as he knelt on the floor of the den in front of her rock with a messy lap. She tried to continue, but she kept stuttering, her gaze wandering back to the prominent presence of his full sheath even when she tried to draw her eyes away and concentrate.

Yeah. That. Even though he'd just emptied his nuts, he'd sprung another squirter just because she and her pussy were in the room. He didn't want it. It hurt. The muscles were already tired from jerking his weight around before not to mention all day and all week. He had a look at it. He was barely even peeking, and his knot wasn't even swollen that much, but it was there.

Fine, it was hard to ignore. He could have gotten much harder, yet his sheathed shaft rose up his belly without shame, raising his pokey tip above his navel. Sometimes he was proud to be as big as some pokemon twice his size, like when he had the chance to brag to his friends or show off to the ladies, but sometimes it wasn't the asset it might have sounded like.

There were markings on the berry trees from all different species, and most around here were smaller than he was. Two years ago now, when he'd first started looking for partners, he was leaning over to sniff the marking trunks when a cute Lurantis girl he kind of knew had crept up behind him and squeezed his nuts. When he'd stood up in surprise and turned around to look, she'd backed away with a small blush on her face.

The only thing he could think about was how he could cum in her since they couldn't have eggs together. She must have been thinking the same thing. She begged him for his seed and swore she wouldn't get hurt no matter how big he was. She was so cute, he was ecstatic, and they tried it out right there behind the berry trees. Half an hour later, after rubbing herself raw and trying all different positions, she decided after all that there was no way she could stretch wide enough to get him in.

Over the next year or so, he had similar experiences with a Nidorina, who promised she'd come back after she was a Nidoqueen but never did, a Clefairy, and both a Sandslash and a Makuhita even though he could breed with them, before he got the picture that nothing was going to work. Even if girls were interested in him, he was going to stay a virgin.

Sometimes it filled him with a gut-clenching frustration how they were far too tiny for him. He used to imagine the squeeze all the time and how hard they'd have to make him to resist it. But lately the let downs and awkward embarrassments had gotten to him to the point where he would call himself dirty in self defense and try to stop thinking about it if he ever caught himself doing it. In other words, he kept getting more and more pent up.

He'd allowed himself to get excited again once he'd started dating another Lucario by chance because he thought she might be able to take all of him. He thought she might even be aroused if he showed it to her, but instead she reacted strangely and with mixed feelings. She was impressed with it at first but started to get scared of it over the next week as it sank in what he might want her to do with it.

Then, it seemed, around the start of her estrus, she'd started to get embarrassed he'd even had it all along. He had been hoping her feelings would further morph into aroused as she went deeper, but he knew there was no chance of that now that she'd caught him in the den, especially not after she called him out.

"Your body wants it, but you don't, do you? You won't say it, but you don't want a family with me. I knew it! I had this nagging feeling that you being so young was going to be a problem, and I'm sorry I didn't pay more attention to it."

"You don't want to get to know each other better first, like you said?"

She lowered her eyelids and didn't miss a single beat, as if this all had happened to her before: "Will any amount of getting to know me make you want to be with me, or are you just going to keep leading me on? We could have been friends, but you insisted on being mates. Do you understand that I can't look for a willing male while we're getting to know each other? You wasted my whole season. You know I don't have unlimited time?"

He thought he might have seen her point for a second and went quiet. "...I won't take up a second longer, then." He got to his feet, turned, and stomped up the ramp. He ducked through the entrance, pushed aside the bush that concealed it, and then he suddenly didn't have to deal with that shit anymore. Except he had only a second to appreciate the breath of relatively fresh night air above ground before he jumped at her voice from behind him.

"Hey, wait... we need to talk about this..."

His eyes went wide, he turned toward the edge of the forest and fled.

"You're being really immature!" She called after him, following and increasing her pace to match his.

He knew he was, but he was ashamed and just wanted her not to stare at him. It turned out not to matter, though, as she'd been staring at him nonstop since they passed the forest line with only a few breaks to look at his face.

"Do you understand that I am trying to talk with you," she finally said, frowning, "and you have not... stopped ...squirting for more than five minutes this whole time? Thanks and all, but I'm not really interested anymore now that I see what you're really interested in. ...now that I know your promise of commitment wasn't genuine. Any last words?"

"I'm telling you, I can't help it!"

"Not going to apologize?"

"I'm sorry..." he said, ears drooping. "I didn't mean to."

She sighed. "I'm sorry too. I can't do this anymore. I want to say, you know, I liked you. Things might have been different if we'd picked a more appropriate relationship. I'm an older woman, Lucario! And you were just fooling me around!"

His frown turned into a snarl. "Rrr... That's not true! Come on, that's it?! For us, now, already?! You've got to be fucking kidding me! Get back here!" He put his right foot paw forward to follow, but she paused, turned around, and gave him a sad look that made him gulp down hard on the rest of what he had to say and gulp his anger back down. He stayed where he was, and he let her go.

Frowning, he kicked the dirt, flinging it, and spat in the rut he'd dug, his desperately heavy nuts bouncing as his right leg returned to place. He stood in the tall grass, staring with his teeth grit until she was out of sight, disappeared back into the forest. He hung his head into his paws. They covered his eyes but let his muzzle and its grit teeth poke through. Bursts of wind beat his ears from behind and stood the fur up on the back of his neck, and he let himself sniffle.

"At least it's not blowing her scent back in my face," he said and sobbed for a few minutes, backing during that time against a lone oak tree.

He was so tired of this now. Maybe he'd just stay single so he could do what he wanted. He felt his erection fading away at last, and he reached his right paw down and tried to squeeze-pull the sheath back up over the tip. Terrible idea. It only made him gasp and shiver. His nipples hardened out of his fur against the gusting night air. Usually flabby and folded, his poor, tired sheath once again elongated, containing a shaft that had no regard for the moment. "No...!" Lucario almost started to cry again. "No..." He pounded his fists on the bark at the sides of his hips.

Looking down at it, Lucario bit his lip, gasping, and started to sniffle and growl at the same time. All he could think about was the sight of her pussy hanging down under her rounded butt, both bouncing as she walked away, and what she had looked like sitting in the den. He tried to get the image out of his head, yet his sheath grew and grew as he watched it, helpless.

His sheath struggled but was unable to wrap even half the length of his package. It pulled back, and his little pokey tip emerged squirting, rising out followed by the blunt top and upper inch of his obelisk. His shaft swelled up thick in no time, pulling the soft, blue fur of his sheath tight around it. Lifting his nuts off where they were resting against his upper legs, his bulky barrel of a shaft tugged up to sling warm pre rockets off into the grass one after the next.

It jerked up and forward in a rolling motion, gaining increasing distance with each spurt before bouncing back like artillery against the backstop of his knot beginning to swell. A little bit more red slipped free with every jerk. He put his paw pads flat on the tops of the knotty orbs growing inside his sheath.

Thumbs against the sides of his shaft, he pressed his knot in toward his body and moaned, tensing up all over. With a sudden start, he humped at a feral pace, knot whacking his paws, and got his sheath to slip down quite a bit more with each thrust. His shaft bounced around everywhere, jutting out between his paws, wagging and flinging pre.

He stopped for a second, panting, then pushed again with his knot. He gasped in a little relief as his sheath started to roll back. Thank goodness it wasn’t at the stage where it was starting to hurt yet. Again he humped his paws, this time controlling and increasing his speed over time, bounce-nudging his knot against the pads. He half closed his eyes and shuddered then closed his eyes completely, filling his vision with how sproingy her pussy looked hanging there.

He started to growl, this time with hot huffs through his teeth. "I really gotta mate you...!" he moaned, thinking of the girl he would never get to now. His shaft whipped up hard, stiffening and suspending itself in the air on its bone. "Hnnnn..." he whimpered, looking down at his knot still trapped. This wasn’t going to work. He opened his eyes in order to see what he was going as he got into a seated position, which he never got the chance to. The face of a smiling Mew took up his entire field of vision.

"Hi!" Mew nodded without moving its lips.

"Whoa! Mew!" He staggered backwards not into a tree because it had disappeared. He stumbled over a small stone protruding from the dirt behind his right heel, his cock whacking around wildly against his thighs until he caught his balance.

"Mew!" Mew agreed, nodding and smiling with closed, happy eyes.

Lucario went beet red and grabbed at his crotch, trying to cover it. "I'm so sorry...! I didn't know there was anyone else-" Lucario stopped short. When he clenched his toes, they curled against bare dirt ground instead of grasping blades of grass the way they should have. He looked around. This wasn't the same place. There were a few bushes to his right, but they stopped suddenly and seemed to be growing near a drop. To his left was much denser forest terminating in a white-limestone cliff face rising up. Apart from that, a single row of trees wrapped the clearing.

The full moon shone straight in through a gap to his right between two trees that sat a distance apart. It was mostly starry night sky out there, but he could see the shadowy tops of some hills in the distance just above where the ground cut off his view. He and Mew must be up pretty high up right now, though it seemed sheltered here. The wind didn't break against the fur any colder or harsher than it had been on the ground. On the other paw, you could really hear it up here, rushing through the leaves of the trees and creaking their boughs.

Unfortunately, it smelled like really strong heat here too.

"How did I get here? Did you- You brought me here with your powers?"

Mew nodded.

"Whoa... I didn't feel anything..." Lucario said to himself. "We're on a plateau of the Tree?"

"Ding ding ding!" Mew nodded in excitement and clapped its hands but then paused in a strange way and looked down Lucario's front side. His paws weren’t really managing to cover the height of his thick lipstick, and a couple inches rose up above. Mew raised an eyebrow. "...What's that down there?"

Lucario's muzzle dropped open. "...What? Where?" He looked around. Beads of sweat formed around the corners of his brow as he watched Mew reach its right hand out for his sprung, bobbing tip with an innocent expression on its face. He jumped backward at the last moment before it came into contact with him, looked down at himself, and scrambled to cover himself better. He slumped his shoulders, dismayed, see he'd slipped out more than halfway thanks to the excitement.

"Oops, I think I can see you," Mew giggled nervously, backing away. Though it held its hands over its cheeks to hide its blush, you could still see it grinning at the corners of its mouth.

"......"

After a tense pause, Lucario sighed and lowered his paws to his sides, allowing his exposure to whap against his belly and revealing the extra bulge in it just above his nuts. "No point hiding it now. You know what's kind of strange?" Lucario asked rhetorically, looking at the ground in open embarrassment, "I'm hearing your voice in my head, and it makes me feel kind of comfortable with you even though we've just met. I feel kind of happy. Are you doing something to me?"

Mew smiled, shaking its head. "That's just how it feels," it said, swishing around against the backdrop of the moon and stars as the air sparkled around it. "Isn't it like we're connected? Don't you feel free?"

Lucario blushed and took a few steps back toward the pretty, floating kitten. "Maybe it does feel that way, yes. I almost don't mind I got fucked over tonight." Lucario clamped his mouth shut. He did not mean for that to have slipped out.

Mew didn't seem to mind. "I saw some of it. I'm sorry, but you don't need to be sad. You're here now."

Lucario blinked at that last part. "What do you mean?"

Mew stopped and faced him, lying on the air on its belly. "I think most monsters hook up with a buddy they can’t have eggs with during season, don't they?"

Lucario bit his lip. "Sure, I suppose, but I was only with her because-"

Mew swished its tail. "No, that's not what I mean. There was a misunderstanding that ended something nice, and it's too bad."

Lucario took a deep breath and sighed. "Yeah."

"I believe you were sorry to have hurt her."

"Thank you."

"It's good you aren't hurting each other anymore, but you are still hurt now."

Lucario hung his head for a moment before looking back up at Mew. "It's just frustrating to still be a virgin when no one I know is."

Mew nodded. "Bad luck?"

"You could say that."

Mew tilted its head.

"You know, it does help to have someone to talk to. Thank you. I'm not even worried about being hard right now."

Mew smiled and nodded. "That's good. What kind of bad luck have you had?"

Lucario looked down and blushed. "I haven't really, I guess... I mean-"

Mew frowned a little bit and approached him. "Come on, be honest."

Lucario stopped and stroked his right paw down the underside of his half-exposed shaft without really realizing he was doing it. "This is... too big, and there were a few times I couldn't get in. That sounds really pompous to say."

Mew bit its lip. "I'd say it's impressive. You haven't managed to find a bigger partner?"

Lucario shook his head.

Mew flicked its tail back and forth, floating closer. "Then why not keep trying with the smaller breeds? One of them has got to be able to get you in, even if it's just the top part."

Lucario shooks his head again. "Wouldn't that make me kind of a dirty guy?"

Mew stopped and stared. "Dirty? No?"

Lucario wrinkled his brow. "Wouldn't it hurt if they got it in them? Do they really know what they're getting themselves into, like what if they don't realize the knot... I mean, the knot's wider than something like- ...hey..."

Mew was giggling into its paws.

Lucario tensed up. “...stop...”

Mew smiled at him. "I think it's a little funny, you think they're like children."

"Hey! I do not!"

Mew sighed and smiled. "You're not a pervert. You're just one of the biggest species around here, maybe the biggest," it said, eyeing him. "You shouldn't stop trying with smaller monsters. They know what they're getting into if they're interested."

Lucario looked up. "...Okay, maybe."

Mew floated close up to his face, practically touching noses with him. "Really?"

Lucario blushed furiously but nodded. "I guess so, yeah..." He didn't really know what to say, nor did he get why Mew was so intent on him getting laid. "...Mew, why did you bring me here?"

Mew smiled a little before starting to act strange. It bit its lower lip and looked down at Lucario's shaft rising up like a piston, taking a long time to do so. Just when it was starting to make Lucario nervous, it looked up again and rolled back, reclining on the air in front of him at muzzle level, feet up and hung lazily apart. Visible between them, a little pink mound of pussy rose up, pressed between pink thighs. Half hidden in finer crotch fur right in the center, a little pair of pudgy, pink lips pressed tight against each other, and bead of juice ran down the valley they made at the center, collecting where it pulled in at the bottom.

"Myuh-" Lucario gulped. "Mew...! You're a girl?" He stared, mouth starting to hang open.

She rested her hands on her chest and smiled at him over them, allowing him to. Below her pussy, the fur grew thin around the base of her tail, and the skin pulled tight into a tiny, pink pucker that seemed to be perpetually clamped down on itself. It was so cute where her string of a tail poked out, and her butt and hips were cute and smoothly curved. She was so small.

Trying to stop himself from staring, Lucario turned away to his right and pretended to look out into the sky. He couldn't mate her.

Mew nodded, her tail swishing. "I am a girl, when I want to be."

"Oh... so you really are genderless, but you switch, and-?" The heat of shame that had just left Lucario's cheeks returned. "So you've been insisting I mate monsters smaller than me because...!"

"Because you're missing out," Mew said, popping a big grin, "and, considering your size, so am I!" She curled her tail up underneath Lucario and pushed up with the bulb on the underside of his nuts, judging their weight and need to be drained. The corners of her mouth curled up in a tight, naughty way, and she started floating toward him aiming her mound at his muzzle.

Lucario gasped, backing away nervously. He tried to say something, but his voice caught, and he squeaked instead.

Mew smiled, drawing closer, "Maybe you couldn't smell," she giggled, "or maybe you didn't think it was mine?" She gripped Lucario's muzzle between her feet, and pulled it up to her mound. "I go into heat too, Lucario."

Lucario's heart pounded. He gulped. Her paws were warm, and everything was soft and smelled like spiced sugar, the third stage. He moaned and sniffed her hard, his eyes rolling back in his head, his cock beating against and off his tense belly like a drum. He shook his head, regaining control, and backed up another pace. "Wh- Why me?" he gasped, fidgeting his paws together in front of his belly.

"I believe I've already answered that question," she snickered and suddenly floated in to smooch his nose with the hot squish of her tiny, wet lips.

"Mnff! Na- Whah!" His eyes flew open in surprise. He stumbled backwards, pulling out a strand of juice between Mew’s little pussy and his wrinkled nose, and while he was concentrating on that tripped over the same stone half buried in the unfamiliar terrain that he had before. He fell on his butt, paws at his sides, and the sticky on his pads got them caked in dirt immediately.

"...You don't need to be afraid, Lucario," Mew reassured him as she followed him down in a loop, ending up belly down with her tail end facing him. "Just accept it. You didn't ask to be brought here, but it happened. Good luck happens too, and now you're about to get it. I'm a little monster who can take your oversized cock, and you don't have to be afraid of you being too big or of me turning you down in the end. You can have your little Mew to fuck all you want, and it's okay."

Lucario's tongue hung out of his open muzzle, dripping, as he stared at her hovering inches from its tip. It was clear from this angle how much of a mound her lips really sat on. It was raised up suddenly from the rest of her streamlined form like a bump on a log and was about the size Lucario could squeeze the whole thing in his palm. Her tiny but plump lips squeezed tight together even at the top, where her tiny entrance was hidden between them. A clear bead of very sticky juice clung there, perfectly round.

“Too much staring and not enough licking.” Mew sang, swinging her rear.

She pressed her mound against his left cheek. The whole thing was warm. His blush burned in his cheeks. The fur was as soft as it looked, even feathery, and her skin was pulled up tense there. It squished down flatter and wider against his cheek, pressing against her inner thighs. Her lips kissed him, making a soft, wet squelch and a suction pop as they pulled away.

Each little nethers kiss left a patch of her wetness clinging in his fur that drew out into a long strand as she withdrew the same as the one from his nose. She giggled and continued bouncing it against him, seeing how many sticky kisses she could cover him in. His teeth grit harder. He shivered, his belly tight.

"Don’t you want me to stuff you in where it really shouldn’t fit and prove to you I can do it?” She teased, curling her tense tail up between her own legs from below. She stopped bouncing on his cheek and hovered there with her legs spread, showing herself. She pushed in against her mound and rubbed up and down the center of it, squishing and bulging it around with the bulb.

Closing his eyes and gripping the dirt, he leaned forward and hesitated a second before pushing just the tip of his tongue out against her lips. With a coo, she backed up into his muzzle and smooshed her mound against the flat of it, aiming her little set of lips smack onto the center of his. With a soft murr, he pushed his tongue back out fuller against her pussy. She gasped with a sharp inhale as her lips touched his hot, smooth tongue. The base of her tail suddenly went stiff, and the whole thing stood up straighter, only curling over near the end.

She gasped and grinned. He was pushing his soft, warm tongue out again and again, murring with conviction. She tasted as intoxicatingly sweet and juicy as she smelled. It was amazing, sweet and fruity, like warm berry jam. He followed each lick up right away with another, closing his eyes and attending to his business. Matting down her fur, he placed licks up from the bottom to top of her whole mound, lifting it and letting it bounce stiff back into place at the end. She clenched her fists against her belly and curled her toes against his chest at the sides of his spike.

"Lost your will to fight?" Mew celebrated, getting spurts of pre shot all over her chest.

“It's just... you taste so good...” Lucario said. "Just... a little... more? We can still fool around even if it doesn't fit, right?"

"I will get you in there, you'll see," Mew pouted, flicking her tail and licking her lips.

Lucario looked from the clench and press of her tiny set of lips to her face. "I doubt it," he said flatly.

Mew huffed in exaggerated frustration, smiling. "Mmn...! Too much talky, not enough licky!" she insisted, floating back into his face and smooshing her mound down against the flat of his muzzle. The way she was humped over against him, his nose went right up and intruded under her tail. He sniffed hard from the pucker it was pressed against. It was like overburnt caramel and butter.

He moaned and licked firmly. She bore down on the top of his tongue, pushing her lips apart against it and releasing her deep, sweet juices. Her legs and feet squeezed on the sides of his muzzle, and she curled her back so much she almost turned into a ball, nudging herself back on him with more of a pressing rather than her previous bouncing.

She kept shivering because his sweeping tongue would always come back the moment after her pussy got cold and wrap it up comfortable again, wide and cupping up almost flush around the curve between her thighs. "Hnaah... hnaah...!" she started to moan sharply, squirming and twitching. She faced forward hanging her head and kept pressing back insistently, her cheeks red.

"Ogh... Mmn...!" Lucario replied, smacking his lips and digging back into his delicious dish. He reached his paws up to hold her in place by her sides, rubbing crumbly dirt into her fur, and held her to him as he licked her with ever increasing eagerness. He tried to dig his tongue’s tip into her hole, wiggling her lips apart to get more of her juice to stick and strand on it, but she was so tight he only kept slipping off.

Her tiny bean of a clit had pushed out from under its hood, and her whole lower half clenched when his tongue slid against the lower parts of her slit. Her flow of juices kept increasing, and warm sticky ran down his throat. Buried between her thighs, his cheeks felt very hot, pulling this cute, little kitten back to bump-smoosh her ass against his face. He couldn't see much aside from her, so he kept his eyes half closed and only reveled in the pink pushing back against his muzzle. She gave little coos when his tongue poked, wiggling her feet and thrashing her tail tip back and forth with sharp swings.

"Mew..." He groaned, his licks starting to slow, and Mew looked over her shoulder. "It's starting to hurt..." he whimpered. "My knot's getting too big..."

She looked worried for him for a second but then smiled again, a naughty curl at the corners of her mouth, and drifted down to a standing position between his slightly spread legs. She hovered just above the ground with her feet hanging down, toes almost touching it. Looking down, he blushed. This was a pretty accurate representation of the full height of her body, and she only came up to his shoulders.

Both of them could see his cock was almost going to be taller than she was when he was all popped out. With a skeevy grin, he wondered if she could even fit a quarter of his shaft in her mouth. He imagined himself blowing cum out her nose with her cheeks full. That, he let himself dream, had a chance of happening here after she couldn't get him in.

She hugged his cock, nuzzling her left cheek against the underside of his shaft, which had already been completely sprung. She squeezed it, but it was so rock hard it was beginning to go turgid, and it immediately jerked up out of her grip with more force than she had been prepared to restrain it with.

"Please get me out," he whimpered. He couldn't let his knot grow much bigger inside the sheath. There was a possibility it could get to full and stretch the skin tense against his inner thighs, which really hurt. Her hands on the tensest part, she began pulling down, rolling his sheath back and coaxing his bulb out. He tightened his thighs, panting hard. It was really swelling fast now. He couldn’t help himself. His hips thrust themselves off the ground, bonking her with the tip and firing a blast of pre up her nose.

She giggled and mewed happily, sniffing up his dank, musky scent. Her reaction had been cute, and that was a success. He grinned. His knot hadn't budged one bit, though. The sheath had gotten way too tense for thrusting to help now. He was going to have to rely on Mew to do it manually all the way. He put his palms back in the dirt by his sides. He huffed and closed his eyes as she slid her small hands down the outside of his tense, trapped knot. She couldn't even squeeze it a little bit between her tiny paws.

"Wow... so hard," she cooed and grasped his base, which radiated heat. She lay her palms flush right at the middle of his bulging knot orbs and leaned forward, sniffing where his knot joined his nuts. She swished her tail, sniffing harder, and continued to pull down. He could only moan as she provided him relief, easing his sheath down little by little.

With some slipback, his sheath stretched its mouth open wider to let more knot out, extruding the upper halves of its veiny orbs. The more the tension of the stretch increased, the tighter he clenched his teeth. It crawled lower until it passed his knot's halfway mark vertically, whereupon it retracted in folds against his pelvis while the rest of his knot escaped all at once, launching his red rocket into the air.

He suffered a spasm and gave a surprised whimper as his springing shaft shot out over Mew's right shoulder, jetting a giant, long spray of pre into the air in an arc that only splattered in the dirt feet behind her a full three seconds later. His cock stayed sprung up for a few more seconds, bobbing, before landing safe on Mew's shoulder, where she grabbed it to keep it from falling off, grinning. At last, the relief of being free spread over Lucario's face.

His ears wilted, his brow unfurrowed, and his lips curled at their corners as he watched it bounce and spray out in the open, free at last after a long night of torture and imprisonment. His nuts drew up tight and clenched with each jump off her shoulder. She caught his shaft mid jump in between her two soft palms. She curled them and wrapped them around as best she could even though she couldn't nearly reach her fingertips together.

"Now this is what I'm talking about!" she celebrated, looking over the spurty prize she just got for springing his package.

She steadied his shaft against her belly, which only resulted in her getting herself shot repeatedly up the underside of her chin with pre. She cupped her hands over his tip to keep it down and giggled at the feeling of it spraying the surfaces of her little palms instead. Looking up at him with her small smile, she swished her tail back and forth and swayed in the air as she collected his hot sticky. When she was done, her pretty, blue eyes traveled returned from his face to the task at hand in his lap, and her feet drifted to the ground as she smeared all the goo she'd collected down the sides of the shaft, splaying her small, sticky fingers.

"Alright," she grinned, nodding with confidence and swishing her tail once, "let's see how tall this bad boy really is." She repositioned herself and half disappeared under his rocket. She shivered in excitement as she laid the palms of her small, warm hands on the underside of his shaft. She was only now for the first time really feeling its weight and shivered when she saw that her hands weren't making up the width of his shaft even pressed together. Panting, she pushed him up above her head and stood leaning against it in support as if she were lifting a very heavy, tall pole.

He watched her struggle, his heart pounding in his ears. She managed to shove it one last heave and flop it over against his front side. He only really noticed how hard he was breathing when he saw how much his lower chest lifted and lowered his member. His tip rested against the right side of his chest spike, squirting up into the air at a slight sideways angle. Mew grinned and stood flat on her feet in front of it, and only her eyes rose up over it.

"I can do it!" she proclaimed, hands on her hips and grinning up at him.

Lucario grit his teeth and huffed at the sight. "H- h- how?" His cock was almost as tall as her whole body. How was she ever going to fit it? He switched demeanor. "C- congratulating yourself ahead of time, I see! I'd like to see you try." This was foreplay, then. He was happy just with what was happening now. She really was right about that. It felt totally different when he didn't have to feel nervous he would be turned down in the end.

Feet in place, Mew swayed her hips back and forth as she made a show of comparing their heights, putting her right hand flat on the blunt top of his cock and moving it back to see where it came up to on her. Nose.

He clenched his fists and spasmed, shivering with need and spraying over her head. "No way you can fit it," he said, trying to cover it as a challenge but using such a contrived tone that it let on he was serious.

"Well you can't knot, that's for sure," Mew flicked her tail. "I'm not that good."

Lucario hadn't even thought about that. "You think you can fit it ...in at all?" His voice cracked, considering his history with his diameter. "Since it's so thick and all...?"

"Don't worry about it. You're gonna wonder where you went when I'm sitting on your knot." She winked her left eye.

Lucario blushed bright at the suggestion but paused and replied "I'm not sure I believe you" in a skeptical enough tone to make it clear he didn't believe her at all.

"You'll see," Mew smiled. She floated up and leaned forward to put both palms on the blunt of his tip and pull it toward her. It resisted, jerking back sharply at his belly, where it bobbed, insistent and full of energy. She tried again and this time held it to her and rose, dragging the underside of the shaft through her warm belly fur. She touched the pokey on his tip to her clit, which was still wriggled out from between her plump lips at the top, and pressed in on it with him. She looked up at him and made sure he was watching the little jerks of pleasure she was making when it squirted her button.

She looked back down to watch what she was doing and spread her feet and legs as wide as they would go, stretching the fur thin between her thighs and her crotch and flattening her mound like a rubbery pancake. She lowered herself and rubbed her pussy with his nub, pulling it down the middle of her slippery, squishing lips. Half closing her eyes, she bucked up and forward against it, holding him there no matter how hard he kept trying to sproing away.

He watched her buck her cute, little hips in the naughtiest, most undulating way. He tightened up, feeling her hot, sticky juice coming out and pooling on the brunt of his tip before oozing down the side. She poked his squirting nub in between her lips and pushed down on his shaft from the top, situating him at her opening. She straightened up, trying to hold it in place with her feet now, and pushed herself down.

She just bounced off, of course, her mound sproinging. Her pussy just stayed clamped down shut. It could see it had no way of spreading that wide and didn't even try, just squeezing down more on itself so nothing could get in. Maybe not even his finger could at this point. This was never going to work, but Mew pushed down again, harder, and didn't let up this time. Juices suddenly came rushingout of her, radiating her heat down his shaft.

She started to push at him with slow humps, bearing down for long intervals and scrunching up her face as she loosened herself, only taking short breaks in between pushes to pant. It was opening her up just a little. He could feel her lips pulsing against his blunt end, but the motion was forcing Lucario's cock down into his lap and making his crotch and nuts sore, crushing them under his heavy knot.

"Hwah!" Mew closed her eyes and jammed herself down.

"Haaghn!" Lucario tensed up, arching his back, as Mew forced herself down an inch on him and celebrated by squeezing wildly all over it. Lucario grit his teeth. Tight! Mind blown at her success, he looked down in his haze at where they were connected. Her lips were spread almost to her thighs, the penetration smooshing most of her mound against them.

Her little clit peeked out at the top, pressing down on the top of his shaft with no visible space between them. She scrunched up her features and struggled to keep the pressure on him so her own squeezing didn't force him back out, especially with the torrent of juices she was releasing. She struggled but continued to lower herself, pushing with great insistence against the constant pressure of her squeezes.

Her little walls hugged and pulled on his shaft with wet suction. "Hohh! Hnk!" Lucario writhed. He wriggled his ass in the dirt, helpless, his tail base twitching. He curled his toes as he watched her slowly make his inches disappear into her hot, grippy passage.

She panted and sang, "Mew, Mew!" and paused for a break nearly halfway down, moaning hotly and hugging her belly.

"Whaah!" Lucario responded, staring with a hot blush as he watched himself jostle her around in the air with the jerking and bobbing of his cock. "Ngah...!" He humped at her, making her squeak in surprise at the sudden extra inch intrusion. There was no way she could take more than that. He could feel himself jammed up against the back of her tunnel. He was probably crushing her womb down flat. The thought made his hips go wild, and he jabbed again. It went in at the wrong angle and pushed up a bulge in her belly that she grabbed at and tried to push back in, gasping.

"N-wah, no!" she squealed, squirming around in the air.

"S- see?" Lucario panted. He half opened only his right eye to look at her, his expression and tense as he tried to deal with her tightness. "It's gonna hurt you if you take any more!"

Mew winked at him for that and started pushing down again, easily and quickly slipping past the halfway mark. Lucario lifted his legs. He winced, shaft increasingly trapped in a moist, steamy squeeze so tight it crushed, and his tip kept finding new tiny folds of flesh to spread and penetrate. "Whoaaaoa- Mew...! Nyagh-! How -wah- high up can your womb go?!" He panted.

Then it was real. She shoved herself, plopped down, and sat with her underthighs on his knot, feet hanging over into his lap and kicking playfully. He kept his teeth grit, trying to resist the constant, hot squeeze of his tip against the pucker of her cervix, entrance into the womb he must be crushing into oblivion. She hugged herself as if hugging his cock, and stared up at him with her big, blue eyes as she rippled up and down his shaft.

"Ghah! Hwaaah..." He panted. "Hnng... Hnng... Hnng!" He half closed his eyes, starting to whine and whimper. He closed his eyes then half opened the right one again, clutched at the dirt, and squirted even more lubrication, kicking both his legs alternately. "Wha...?! How are you...?"

"Magic's not just for teleportation, is it, now?" She smiled, looking up at him and giving one shudder and squeeze after another, juicing all down his knot.

"Wha?! So I'm not- hurting you?" he gasped.

Mew shook her head and moaned, clutching at her chest where his tip was. "Not hurting! It's the best! Your cock is the best one!"

She started pulling back up, shuddering, puffing out her pussy and showing off how hard her lips were stretched. Tautly drawn hills of rippling, pink flesh kept showing themselves, pulled out from the inside. "Hm-gwah!" she suddenly gasped, throwing her legs apart, clamping down and holding, and squirting an arc of clear juice that managed somehow to escape out from between her clit and the top of his shaft.

"Hngnahh!" Lucario moaned every time he got clamped on. "Hng-! Hnweh! Hah! Mew! Meew!"

"Sorry!" Mew giggled with her hands over her mouth, going all red. "Just a little half cum! I didn't go all the way! I can keep going! I swear!"

Lucario writhed until Mew started bouncing up and down on his knot, all wet, keeping the upper half inside to stretch her out while the lower half appeared out below her only for her to plunge back down on it. "Hnooh!" he moaned and struggled to keep his hips still, cock rock hard. Even so, relief was spreading over his face once again now that her slow, challenging squeezes had transformed into a ultra-tight, ultra-slippery jerk instead.

He watched her lips bouncing, stretched to their limit in a big circle around his meat, somehow swallowing him up. "Hohh, Mew..." he moaned, his mouth hung open in a thick fog of pleasure and peace. His eyelids closed themselves, and he concentrated on the feeling of his shaft situated firm in her tiny tunnel. His tip poked into different places depending on her speed and angle of descent. The tender folds of juicy flesh he kept stretching always sprung back taut into place when she pulled up only for him to push into again on the way down.

"Mew...!" Lucario curled his toes, straining up and pulling her close enough to his muzzle to poke her nose to his before he let her back down. Mew looked up at him with just her big, blue eyes and grinned at him from below her blush. She plunged down onto him firm, gasping and squeaking her own "Mew!" out loud in response as she held her belly, tightening her grip whenever he stretched her. She held still for a break and sat on his knot, shuddering at first, as he rode out another bout of stiffening that bounced her around above his lap.

Taking her flight path back into her own control, Mew reclined and descended backward, pulling his cock with her as it kept trying to bob in her. She slowly pulled herself up the full length of his shaft, watching his eyelids lower and muzzle hang open through the haze of her own horny shudder. As she had just demonstrated for him, the angle made her stroke from bulb to tip much longer.

She giggled, blushing. He didn't know how innocent his expression made him look right now. When she reached his tip, she shumped herself back down all of a sudden and produced a splat of juice on the top of his knot. When she was ready to slip up again, she looked down and watched between her legs, shivering as her bump of a clit slid up the smooth, round top of his cock. "Mwah!" she cried, soaking up the pre he kept squirting in her.

She wiggled all the way back down on him, pulled up a little quicker with a gasp, and started riding him with a fluid motion. He stared at his shaft appearing only to get swallowed up again. "Ngah...!" he let out, jerking his hips upward and pummeling his knot into her mound while she was mid withdrawal. Her mound squished up utterly flat against her little body, wide and round against the otherwise streamlined curve between her thighs.

She gasped and paused to pull her legs together and shake but soon recovered and increased her pace, soon using that squishy property to splat and bounce herself off his knot. Lucario gave a loud, hot huff and pulled his hips back on instinct, pressure spreading up his groin from the pair of nuts pulling up hard, more ready to clamp than he'd ever felt them.

"Mew...!" Lucario gripped dirt in his palms, squeezing it out from between his paw pads. "Mew, I've gotta-!" His breath caught. Mew plunged herself firm on his knot. She sat in his lap, staring up at him with her feet flat on his belly. They were soft, and her toes came up alongside his spike. She looked up at him, all cute, and held her belly.

"Me too," she moaned and used her feet to push herself up his shaft just an inch before releasing and plopping back down onto her big seat. "S- soon..." She bounced, squooshing her pussy on his knot like an underinflated ball, and gripped with short, quick ripples different places up and down his shaft. It made tingles run up his spine, his tailbase stiffen, and his asshole repeatedly clench.

"Hohh...! Gonna...!" Lucario squirmed in his seat in the crumbly dirt, desperately moaning. "Hohhh!"

Mew looked down with a blush and a firm clamp. She kept riding as fast and as much as she could but barely rose up at all off his knot anymore. Instead, she started up one firm, solid clamp on the whole of his shaft at once that only got tighter the more she bounced. "Cum in me," Mew said, scrunching her womb up above his tip. She looked down at the sheer size of what she was sitting on and looked back up at him with her teeth clenched in the cutest expression, astonished with the size of the member she was about to climax up and down.

"Cum in me...!" she repeated. His cock whipped up hard, pulling her tunnel out against the inside of her belly. She humped on his knot twice and then sat, shifting her hips around and making him poke in different directions in her as she squirmed around him. "Cum in me!" she insisted. His vision went blurry. His nuts clenched, and he immediately felt like his crotch was going to explode. "Cum your hot, thick load in me!" She gasped faster and faster as her clamp got impossibly hard. Her toes curled up against his belly. "Cum your-"

He did, yelping up at the sky with a shove of his hips, flattening her pussy, penetrating womb with tip, and spraying a four-second-long blast into it, immediately overinflating it. Mew released her ultra clamp and splatted her own cum all over the top of his knot, squeezing up and down his shaft and snapping her tiny, plump lips again and again.

Her womb full, every shot he ejaculated in her flowed back into her tunnel, but after only two more, her tunnel got so stretched itself that his semen started spraying out and splatting in his lap instead. "Hwaaaaagh!" he yelled.

"Mew, mew!!!" she called, her cute tones ensuring him she was alright, and wiggled her hips in orgasm, shifting his mass around her squeezing insides. "Mew... Mew...! Meeeew!!!" Her little tunnel kept trying to pull away but only succeeded in clamping back down all over the hard, hot, gooey-textured rod stuck deep up in her chest. She pushed herself down and stretched herself into a resurgence of her climax, the waves of intensity crashing into her again and making her little body shake.

"Yes..." Lucario moaned through his teeth, his shaft relaxing a little before firing his single longest shot like an injection straight up into her, shoving his hips and poking in as deep as possible. "Yes!!!" It flooded in, and hot semen dumped powerfully all over his lap and dripped onto the ground. His cock relaxed before it whipped back up hard and fired its last few rounds, the first two quick and the last after a break, completely relieving him.

Mew sighed out loud in contentment, shivering out her last few squeezes. Her eyes came open after a few seconds, and she smiled up at him. "Live here with me. We'll get to know each other while we're having lots of sex." She looked up with her beautiful eyes from where she sat in his messy lap. 

"What? I..." Lucario tensed up.

"We've got to bring you where you can't make love difficult for yourself anymore," Mew smiled.

Lucario looked away at first but stopped himself. He would try to just accept it, like she wanted him to. It had already worked once, really well. "Okay," he said. "That would really be some magic."

She leaned forward and hugged his chest, smiling. "Mmhmm. It would."