Flamebreon
It all started out as darkness. Just darkness. Nothing else. No feeling. No sound. No sight. Just black. And just as suddenly as there was darkness, there was a feeling of being suspended in liquid. Still no sight, no hearing, but the feel of the liquid was all around. It was soothing. Like being in the womb. And then there were new feelings. Breathing. Hunger. Warmth. And then there was sight. Looking out from inside the tube, humans could be seen, though their images were distorted by the moving liquid. There was a new feeling. Curiosity. What is this place? Who are these people? Who am I? And then a new sensation occurred. Hearing. The sounds of their voices penetrated the glass, but just barely. Words could not be made out. It was all muffled by the liquid. And a new sensation came up. Excitement. All of this was so very new. The need to explore began to build up. Movement. This body has legs, and a tail. This tube is restricting, the liquid hinders movement. But movement causes the humans to approach the tube.
The scientists stood around their creation with silent awe. They had created new life. A whole new Pokémon. The genius work behind the officially failed Mewtwo project had sparked this new research. Instead of cloning a creature, why not create a whole new genome by combining the DNA of two closely related Pokémon. The process is called gene splicing. The research is also highly controversial, thus they were unable to get any official backing, so they had to go to an even equally controversial source for finances, Team Rocket. But now, after months of research, trial and error, and many failed experiments, they finally have what appears to be a stable creation. One that was created from the DNA of both Flareon and Umbreon: Flamebreon. It had the body of a Flareon, but the tuft of hair on it's head was deep black, and it had the Umbreon's gold rings on it's head and joints. It was physically a mix of the two Pokémon. This had become the pinnacle of their research. A miracle of science. And they still had much to discover about it.
Time passed as is it's fashion. The Flamebreon stayed in the tube for a while. There were other smaller tubes connected to his body. The tubes provided comfort, alleviated hunger, and helped bring about sleep. The humans stared at Flamebreon and spoke amongst themselves. What were they waiting for? Flamebreon wanted out of the tube. But he knew he must be patient. They would let him out soon enough. More time passed. The humans seemed excited about something. They were shuffling about faster than they normally did. Flamebreon couldn't help but be curious. What was this about? He soon got his answer. A scary man in a suit came into the room and approached Flamebreon's tube. The man spoke in a cold voice.
"This is the one?" He asked.
"Yes sir, Mr. Giovanni, sir." A nervous scientist responded. "This one has survived the longest out of all the rest of the subjects, and we are nearly ready to..."
But the scary man cut him off.
"I want the tests done on it as soon as possible. I want regular reports on it, even if it dies. If it does die, follow the standard autopsy procedures. You know the drill." The scary man said. "I've invested a lot of money in this project of yours. You'd better not fail me."
The scary man then walked out the door. Flamebreon didn't like the look in the man's eyes. He felt a new sensation. Fear.
The liquid was drained and the tube lifted. A lady scientist approached Flambreon with a towel, dried the liquid off his body, and then removed the tubes from his body. She had short brown hair, bright blue eyes, and wore thin framed glasses. Once dried, he was moved to a large box made of clear plastic. It was furnished with two bowls, one filled with food, the other with water. There was also a pillow that was about his size. The lady scientist placed him in the box and scratched his head. He murred at her scratch, and she smiled. Her smile filled him with a good feeling he had never felt before. What could this mean? But then she closed the box and walked away. He pawed at the door of the box, not wanting her to go.
It wasn't too long before the scientists came for him again. He was put in a large chamber where he was prodded by mechanical arms, forcing him to move about. He was forced to run, jump, and climb. He wasn't sure why. And then some different mechanical arms came around and prodded him with electrical charges. He reacted fiercely, attacking the arm. He attempted to tackle the arm, and caught it right on it's joint, splitting it in two. He pounced on the freed piece and gnawed at it, but found it to be made of metal. He looked up and found two other arms coming at him. He was caught off guard and was shocked by both of them. He quickly ran in the other direction. The shocks were frustrating him, and it was beginning to show. He growled at them, and began to feel a peculiar sensation around him. He concentrated on the feeling and it grew stronger and soon it began to take shape. A force of wind began to swirl around him. The wind grew stronger and stronger and began to pick up small particles from the ground and walls around him, creating what appeared to be a sandstorm. The mechanical arms couldn't fight the wind and so were broken apart. Once the arms were broken the wind died down, leaving Flamebreon fatigued. But four more arms came out and started attacking him relentlessly. He knew he could summon up that sandstorm again, and so instead, he opened his mouth to shoot out his fire attacks. They came out black, and homed in on the arms and exploded on contact. The arms weren't effected and they started going after him again. There was nothing else he could do now. He ran. But they easily caught up with him and kept shocking him. His frustration at this was ever increasing. Why were these things attacking him? He didn't understand. It was making him feel a new sensation: rage.
He felt something he had never felt before. He felt darker. He only thought of destroying these things that were hurting him. His body began to get darker as his thoughts grew darker. The rings on his body began to shine a bright gold. The arms suddenly backed off, not knowing how to deal with this new turn of events. Flamebreon let out a louder growl, one that was filled with a deep rage. He suddenly found himself surrounded by a dark orb, that appeared to be shielding him. With this new shield, surely the arms wouldn't be able to hurt him. The arms came in for their attacks again, but one of them caught the shield too hard and exploded. The others became more careful and started shocking the shield from a distance. The shield held for awhile but soon began to fade, and then cracked under the never ending attacks. He jumped back as the shield failed. He tried for one more desperate attack. He felt an energetic sensation on his forehead and concentrated on it. The arms moved in closer, and just as they were about to reach him, his attack went off. A beam of dark energy erupted from the ring on his forehead and slammed into the approaching arms, destroying them. As his attack finished, he blacked out, having used up all of his strength.
"What a bizarre creature." Said a male voice.
"Such incredible power. We didn't expect it to be able to produce attacks of that magnitude so soon." Another, older male voice said.
"Well, he survived. That's what the boss wants, right?" A female voice said.
"Don't go about personifying these things." The older voice replied sharply. "You're a scientist. Once we prove that this thing can survive in the real world, it's out of our hands. So don't get attached."
There was a shuffling of feet and a door slam.
"Don't worry about him. He's probably still mad about that cat that ran away when he was a kid." The male voice said.
There was no response. There was only another shuffling of feet and a door slam. Flamebreon opened his eyes. He was on a table, on his side. He was weary.
"Oh, you're awake?" The female voice asked.
Flamebreon turned his head and found the same lady scientist who had dried him off earlier staring down at him. He slowly got up on his feet and then sat down again as he was still feeling quite fatigued. He looked up at her, and she smiled at him. Her smile sent that same good feeling through him. She reached down and lightly scratched behind his left ear.
"You know, you're rather cute, and amazing." She said with a smile.
He didn't hear her. He was occupied with his ear being scratched. It felt so good. Her hand was gentle. He turned his head a bit and licked at her wrist. She lifted her wrist and smiled.
"Aww, aren't you cute?" She giggled.
He murred again and rolled over, showing his belly to her, as a sign of trust. But she saw something else. She caught sight of a little bit of pink, pushing up from his sheath. She reached down and tickled it a little, and he churred, liking this new sensation. Her gentle touch caused his shaft to thicken and grow out of his sheath.
"Oh my, look at this." She said in a low voice.
He looked up at her, hoping that she wasn't going to stop.
"Is this what you want?" She asked, tickling his shaft again.
He murred again and squirmed on his back. She giggled again at his reactions and started rubbing his shaft a little more liberally. He stretched himself on the table he was on as his shaft grew to it's full length. She wrapped two of her fingers around his shaft and started to stroke it gently. He churred pleasantly as she stroked his shaft.
"Mmm, you do like that, don't you?" She asked with a slight undertone of lust.
He heard the tone in her voice, and found that he liked it. He liked it very much. Her voice and her touch were bringing him many good feelings. He wanted to be here forever.
He then heard her moan and he looked up at her, concerned. He saw that she had one hand on his shaft, still stroking him, but her other hand had gone under her skirt, where he couldn't see. But she was stroking her sex with her fingers, making her juices flow freely from her lips, and making a few droplets of her juice roll down her legs. He smelled the scent of her arousal and it only excited him more. Precum began to leak from the tip of his shaft, which she quickly wiped up and licked off her fingers. She then leaned down towards him.
"Trust me, okay?" She asked him.
He didn't move. She wouldn't hurt him, would she? No, of course not. She pulled his shaft so that it stood straight up and she took it into her mouth and started to suckle on the shaft, while rubbing her tongue against the underside. He leaned his head back and murred out loudly, thoroughly enjoying the feel of his shaft in her warm mouth. He churred as she suckled on him. As she sucked on him, she bobbed her head along his length, all the while constantly rubbing her tongue against the underside of his shaft. She lifted up off of his shaft for a moment to stroke his cock again with her fingers.
He was in heaven. He had never felt this good before. And the good feeling kept building up, becoming more and more intense. And it only intensified further as she took his member back into her mouth and resumed sucking on him. He felt this good feeling become so intense that he felt like he was going to explode. Soon, his body began to tremble and he tensed up. He let out a cry and shot his hot load into her mouth, which she promptly swallowed. She then leaned in and licked his shaft clean. She then sat up on the table next to him and hiked up her skirt.
"Now it's my turn, little guy." She said with a greater hint of lust in her voice.
He rolled back over and looked at her curiously. What could she want from him? But he got a good idea when she pulled her skirt up all the way, showing that her panties had been removed, and her sex was wet, hot, and waiting. He leaned in and sniffed at her sex, and found the aroma to be arousing. He looked up at her questioningly.
"Go ahead." She said breathlessly. "Lick me."
He leaned in and dragged his tongue along the length of her slit, eliciting a pleasured moan from her. Her pleasured moan drove him to lick her sex more liberally, licking from the bottom of her slit up to her clit, making her moan a bit louder. She leaned back, resting on her arms and opened her legs wider as his tongue worked against her sex. He found that he could make her moan louder when he worked at her clit and so he concentrated some of his efforts there. She reached up with one hand and pushed one of her breasts up to her mouth and started to suck on her nipple. He watched her suck on her nipple, and then he pushed his tongue against her sex harder, making her lips spread, exposing her sensitive pink flesh which he immediately began to lick liberally.
"You like it when I do this?" She asked, and then took her nipple between her teeth.
He churred a bit as he continued licking her. His licking on her exposed inner pink brought out more lusty moans from her. Her lusty moans excited him, making him move his tongue faster across her delicate pink. He pushed his muzzle against her sex, wanting to get his tongue into her. As he pushed his muzzle against her, and her lips spread a little more, making her moan a little more. Her scent intensified, and her juices flowed out on his face, making his fur mat down against his face. But he kept pushing against her, making her sex spread open more until he was able to push his muzzle into her sex.
"Oh my god!" She cried out as she felt his muzzle move into her sex.
He lapped at her inner walls as he pushed into her, getting his short muzzle all the way into her. He licked at her inner sex as far inward as he could. She responded with lusty moans and arching her back. She could feel herself approaching her climax and began to gently rock her hips against his face.
"Oh my god! I'm going to cum! Don't stop!" She cried out in pure lust.
Hearing her cry, he redoubled his efforts and licked furiously at her inner walls and swallowed down her hot juices.
"I'm almost there!" She cried out as she felt herself nearing release.
She then felt herself go over the edge. She arched her back and let out an even louder moan as she finally came. Her juices flowed out into his mouth as she climaxed, and he drank down her offering. As her climax passed, she relaxed on the table, laying back and staring up at the ceiling. But he wasn't done yet. His cock was hardened and he wanted more. He pulled his muzzle out of her sex and then climbed up onto her, with his feet on the table and his cock pressing against her wet sex. She looked down at him and smiled.
"Go ahead, do it." She whispered to him.
He began to hump against her, rubbing his shaft against her sex until the tip of his shaft found her entrance and he pushed it into her.
Once inside her, his instincts took over and he began to thrust into her, making her start moaning again. The sounds of her moans only excited him further, making him thrust into her faster and harder. She remained on her back, and she lifted her legs up into the air. She kept her legs spread wide for him as he kept thrusting his shaft into her as deep as he could go. She moaned lustfully as he pumped his shaft into her. She had never had a wild Pokémon take her before. This was a new experience. She arched her back and moaned loudly as his thrusts became quicker and harder.
"Oh yes! Faster! Harder!" She cried out in a lusty tone.
At her urging he started thrusting harder and faster into her. The pleasure from his thrusting was starting to build up. He started thrusting into her with wild abandon and then finally shot his hot seed into her. But he didn't stop thrusting, much to her surprise and pleasure. He kept thrusting through his climax and continued on. His excitement had built up to a fever pitch. She moaned out in pleasure as he kept pounding her sex with his hardened shaft.
"Yes! Keep going! Give it to me!" She moaned out lustfully.
He kept thrusting into her, non-stop. Her juices flowed down between them, matting his fur on the underside of his body as he pumped his shaft into her sex. She arched her back and moaned as he kept thrusting into her, feeling another climax beginning to come up. She tossed her head back and moaned loudly as he pumped relentlessly into her.
"Oh god, oh god! I'm going to cum again!" She shouted out loudly.
He felt his climax beginning to rise up again as well. He pounded into her as hard and as fast as he could. She arched her back high as she moaned in pleasure. And then finally she let out a scream as she hit her climax, and at the moment of her climax, he shot out his final hot load into her body.
They both collapsed onto the table, panting from the extreme pleasure they had given each other. But then they heard the door open, and in the door way stood a young male scientist. His brown eyes were hidden behind thin framed glasses, and his black hair was tousled a little.
"Well, what have we got here?" The man asked.
Neither Flamebreon nor the lady scientist moved a muscle as the male scientist walked into the room. He reached down and grabbed Flamebreon by the scruff of his neck. Flamebreon was too tired to put up a fight.
"Well, on the bright side, we now have a new use for these things." He said.
She wanted to argue that they weren't just 'things', but she was in no position to make an argument. The male scientist looked her over and then looked her right in her eyes.
"I do believe we've found a new area of research. And if you want to keep your reputation in good standing, I suggest we work together on this project." The man said with a cold smile.
The lady scientist looked away, ashamed. She couldn't believe he was going to blackmail her. But at the same time, she felt horrible for being so greedy.
"In the meantime, I guess I'd better get this cleaned up." He said, referring to Flamebreon. "We've got a long day ahead of us tomorrow. I suggest you get cleaned up too."
He then carried the exhausted Flamebreon out of the room.
The scientists stood around their creation with silent awe. They had created new life. A whole new Pokémon. The genius work behind the officially failed Mewtwo project had sparked this new research. Instead of cloning a creature, why not create a whole new genome by combining the DNA of two closely related Pokémon. The process is called gene splicing. The research is also highly controversial, thus they were unable to get any official backing, so they had to go to an even equally controversial source for finances, Team Rocket. But now, after months of research, trial and error, and many failed experiments, they finally have what appears to be a stable creation. One that was created from the DNA of both Flareon and Umbreon: Flamebreon. It had the body of a Flareon, but the tuft of hair on it's head was deep black, and it had the Umbreon's gold rings on it's head and joints. It was physically a mix of the two Pokémon. This had become the pinnacle of their research. A miracle of science. And they still had much to discover about it.
Time passed as is it's fashion. The Flamebreon stayed in the tube for a while. There were other smaller tubes connected to his body. The tubes provided comfort, alleviated hunger, and helped bring about sleep. The humans stared at Flamebreon and spoke amongst themselves. What were they waiting for? Flamebreon wanted out of the tube. But he knew he must be patient. They would let him out soon enough. More time passed. The humans seemed excited about something. They were shuffling about faster than they normally did. Flamebreon couldn't help but be curious. What was this about? He soon got his answer. A scary man in a suit came into the room and approached Flamebreon's tube. The man spoke in a cold voice.
"This is the one?" He asked.
"Yes sir, Mr. Giovanni, sir." A nervous scientist responded. "This one has survived the longest out of all the rest of the subjects, and we are nearly ready to..."
But the scary man cut him off.
"I want the tests done on it as soon as possible. I want regular reports on it, even if it dies. If it does die, follow the standard autopsy procedures. You know the drill." The scary man said. "I've invested a lot of money in this project of yours. You'd better not fail me."
The scary man then walked out the door. Flamebreon didn't like the look in the man's eyes. He felt a new sensation. Fear.
The liquid was drained and the tube lifted. A lady scientist approached Flambreon with a towel, dried the liquid off his body, and then removed the tubes from his body. She had short brown hair, bright blue eyes, and wore thin framed glasses. Once dried, he was moved to a large box made of clear plastic. It was furnished with two bowls, one filled with food, the other with water. There was also a pillow that was about his size. The lady scientist placed him in the box and scratched his head. He murred at her scratch, and she smiled. Her smile filled him with a good feeling he had never felt before. What could this mean? But then she closed the box and walked away. He pawed at the door of the box, not wanting her to go.
It wasn't too long before the scientists came for him again. He was put in a large chamber where he was prodded by mechanical arms, forcing him to move about. He was forced to run, jump, and climb. He wasn't sure why. And then some different mechanical arms came around and prodded him with electrical charges. He reacted fiercely, attacking the arm. He attempted to tackle the arm, and caught it right on it's joint, splitting it in two. He pounced on the freed piece and gnawed at it, but found it to be made of metal. He looked up and found two other arms coming at him. He was caught off guard and was shocked by both of them. He quickly ran in the other direction. The shocks were frustrating him, and it was beginning to show. He growled at them, and began to feel a peculiar sensation around him. He concentrated on the feeling and it grew stronger and soon it began to take shape. A force of wind began to swirl around him. The wind grew stronger and stronger and began to pick up small particles from the ground and walls around him, creating what appeared to be a sandstorm. The mechanical arms couldn't fight the wind and so were broken apart. Once the arms were broken the wind died down, leaving Flamebreon fatigued. But four more arms came out and started attacking him relentlessly. He knew he could summon up that sandstorm again, and so instead, he opened his mouth to shoot out his fire attacks. They came out black, and homed in on the arms and exploded on contact. The arms weren't effected and they started going after him again. There was nothing else he could do now. He ran. But they easily caught up with him and kept shocking him. His frustration at this was ever increasing. Why were these things attacking him? He didn't understand. It was making him feel a new sensation: rage.
He felt something he had never felt before. He felt darker. He only thought of destroying these things that were hurting him. His body began to get darker as his thoughts grew darker. The rings on his body began to shine a bright gold. The arms suddenly backed off, not knowing how to deal with this new turn of events. Flamebreon let out a louder growl, one that was filled with a deep rage. He suddenly found himself surrounded by a dark orb, that appeared to be shielding him. With this new shield, surely the arms wouldn't be able to hurt him. The arms came in for their attacks again, but one of them caught the shield too hard and exploded. The others became more careful and started shocking the shield from a distance. The shield held for awhile but soon began to fade, and then cracked under the never ending attacks. He jumped back as the shield failed. He tried for one more desperate attack. He felt an energetic sensation on his forehead and concentrated on it. The arms moved in closer, and just as they were about to reach him, his attack went off. A beam of dark energy erupted from the ring on his forehead and slammed into the approaching arms, destroying them. As his attack finished, he blacked out, having used up all of his strength.
"What a bizarre creature." Said a male voice.
"Such incredible power. We didn't expect it to be able to produce attacks of that magnitude so soon." Another, older male voice said.
"Well, he survived. That's what the boss wants, right?" A female voice said.
"Don't go about personifying these things." The older voice replied sharply. "You're a scientist. Once we prove that this thing can survive in the real world, it's out of our hands. So don't get attached."
There was a shuffling of feet and a door slam.
"Don't worry about him. He's probably still mad about that cat that ran away when he was a kid." The male voice said.
There was no response. There was only another shuffling of feet and a door slam. Flamebreon opened his eyes. He was on a table, on his side. He was weary.
"Oh, you're awake?" The female voice asked.
Flamebreon turned his head and found the same lady scientist who had dried him off earlier staring down at him. He slowly got up on his feet and then sat down again as he was still feeling quite fatigued. He looked up at her, and she smiled at him. Her smile sent that same good feeling through him. She reached down and lightly scratched behind his left ear.
"You know, you're rather cute, and amazing." She said with a smile.
He didn't hear her. He was occupied with his ear being scratched. It felt so good. Her hand was gentle. He turned his head a bit and licked at her wrist. She lifted her wrist and smiled.
"Aww, aren't you cute?" She giggled.
He murred again and rolled over, showing his belly to her, as a sign of trust. But she saw something else. She caught sight of a little bit of pink, pushing up from his sheath. She reached down and tickled it a little, and he churred, liking this new sensation. Her gentle touch caused his shaft to thicken and grow out of his sheath.
"Oh my, look at this." She said in a low voice.
He looked up at her, hoping that she wasn't going to stop.
"Is this what you want?" She asked, tickling his shaft again.
He murred again and squirmed on his back. She giggled again at his reactions and started rubbing his shaft a little more liberally. He stretched himself on the table he was on as his shaft grew to it's full length. She wrapped two of her fingers around his shaft and started to stroke it gently. He churred pleasantly as she stroked his shaft.
"Mmm, you do like that, don't you?" She asked with a slight undertone of lust.
He heard the tone in her voice, and found that he liked it. He liked it very much. Her voice and her touch were bringing him many good feelings. He wanted to be here forever.
He then heard her moan and he looked up at her, concerned. He saw that she had one hand on his shaft, still stroking him, but her other hand had gone under her skirt, where he couldn't see. But she was stroking her sex with her fingers, making her juices flow freely from her lips, and making a few droplets of her juice roll down her legs. He smelled the scent of her arousal and it only excited him more. Precum began to leak from the tip of his shaft, which she quickly wiped up and licked off her fingers. She then leaned down towards him.
"Trust me, okay?" She asked him.
He didn't move. She wouldn't hurt him, would she? No, of course not. She pulled his shaft so that it stood straight up and she took it into her mouth and started to suckle on the shaft, while rubbing her tongue against the underside. He leaned his head back and murred out loudly, thoroughly enjoying the feel of his shaft in her warm mouth. He churred as she suckled on him. As she sucked on him, she bobbed her head along his length, all the while constantly rubbing her tongue against the underside of his shaft. She lifted up off of his shaft for a moment to stroke his cock again with her fingers.
He was in heaven. He had never felt this good before. And the good feeling kept building up, becoming more and more intense. And it only intensified further as she took his member back into her mouth and resumed sucking on him. He felt this good feeling become so intense that he felt like he was going to explode. Soon, his body began to tremble and he tensed up. He let out a cry and shot his hot load into her mouth, which she promptly swallowed. She then leaned in and licked his shaft clean. She then sat up on the table next to him and hiked up her skirt.
"Now it's my turn, little guy." She said with a greater hint of lust in her voice.
He rolled back over and looked at her curiously. What could she want from him? But he got a good idea when she pulled her skirt up all the way, showing that her panties had been removed, and her sex was wet, hot, and waiting. He leaned in and sniffed at her sex, and found the aroma to be arousing. He looked up at her questioningly.
"Go ahead." She said breathlessly. "Lick me."
He leaned in and dragged his tongue along the length of her slit, eliciting a pleasured moan from her. Her pleasured moan drove him to lick her sex more liberally, licking from the bottom of her slit up to her clit, making her moan a bit louder. She leaned back, resting on her arms and opened her legs wider as his tongue worked against her sex. He found that he could make her moan louder when he worked at her clit and so he concentrated some of his efforts there. She reached up with one hand and pushed one of her breasts up to her mouth and started to suck on her nipple. He watched her suck on her nipple, and then he pushed his tongue against her sex harder, making her lips spread, exposing her sensitive pink flesh which he immediately began to lick liberally.
"You like it when I do this?" She asked, and then took her nipple between her teeth.
He churred a bit as he continued licking her. His licking on her exposed inner pink brought out more lusty moans from her. Her lusty moans excited him, making him move his tongue faster across her delicate pink. He pushed his muzzle against her sex, wanting to get his tongue into her. As he pushed his muzzle against her, and her lips spread a little more, making her moan a little more. Her scent intensified, and her juices flowed out on his face, making his fur mat down against his face. But he kept pushing against her, making her sex spread open more until he was able to push his muzzle into her sex.
"Oh my god!" She cried out as she felt his muzzle move into her sex.
He lapped at her inner walls as he pushed into her, getting his short muzzle all the way into her. He licked at her inner sex as far inward as he could. She responded with lusty moans and arching her back. She could feel herself approaching her climax and began to gently rock her hips against his face.
"Oh my god! I'm going to cum! Don't stop!" She cried out in pure lust.
Hearing her cry, he redoubled his efforts and licked furiously at her inner walls and swallowed down her hot juices.
"I'm almost there!" She cried out as she felt herself nearing release.
She then felt herself go over the edge. She arched her back and let out an even louder moan as she finally came. Her juices flowed out into his mouth as she climaxed, and he drank down her offering. As her climax passed, she relaxed on the table, laying back and staring up at the ceiling. But he wasn't done yet. His cock was hardened and he wanted more. He pulled his muzzle out of her sex and then climbed up onto her, with his feet on the table and his cock pressing against her wet sex. She looked down at him and smiled.
"Go ahead, do it." She whispered to him.
He began to hump against her, rubbing his shaft against her sex until the tip of his shaft found her entrance and he pushed it into her.
Once inside her, his instincts took over and he began to thrust into her, making her start moaning again. The sounds of her moans only excited him further, making him thrust into her faster and harder. She remained on her back, and she lifted her legs up into the air. She kept her legs spread wide for him as he kept thrusting his shaft into her as deep as he could go. She moaned lustfully as he pumped his shaft into her. She had never had a wild Pokémon take her before. This was a new experience. She arched her back and moaned loudly as his thrusts became quicker and harder.
"Oh yes! Faster! Harder!" She cried out in a lusty tone.
At her urging he started thrusting harder and faster into her. The pleasure from his thrusting was starting to build up. He started thrusting into her with wild abandon and then finally shot his hot seed into her. But he didn't stop thrusting, much to her surprise and pleasure. He kept thrusting through his climax and continued on. His excitement had built up to a fever pitch. She moaned out in pleasure as he kept pounding her sex with his hardened shaft.
"Yes! Keep going! Give it to me!" She moaned out lustfully.
He kept thrusting into her, non-stop. Her juices flowed down between them, matting his fur on the underside of his body as he pumped his shaft into her sex. She arched her back and moaned as he kept thrusting into her, feeling another climax beginning to come up. She tossed her head back and moaned loudly as he pumped relentlessly into her.
"Oh god, oh god! I'm going to cum again!" She shouted out loudly.
He felt his climax beginning to rise up again as well. He pounded into her as hard and as fast as he could. She arched her back high as she moaned in pleasure. And then finally she let out a scream as she hit her climax, and at the moment of her climax, he shot out his final hot load into her body.
They both collapsed onto the table, panting from the extreme pleasure they had given each other. But then they heard the door open, and in the door way stood a young male scientist. His brown eyes were hidden behind thin framed glasses, and his black hair was tousled a little.
"Well, what have we got here?" The man asked.
Neither Flamebreon nor the lady scientist moved a muscle as the male scientist walked into the room. He reached down and grabbed Flamebreon by the scruff of his neck. Flamebreon was too tired to put up a fight.
"Well, on the bright side, we now have a new use for these things." He said.
She wanted to argue that they weren't just 'things', but she was in no position to make an argument. The male scientist looked her over and then looked her right in her eyes.
"I do believe we've found a new area of research. And if you want to keep your reputation in good standing, I suggest we work together on this project." The man said with a cold smile.
The lady scientist looked away, ashamed. She couldn't believe he was going to blackmail her. But at the same time, she felt horrible for being so greedy.
"In the meantime, I guess I'd better get this cleaned up." He said, referring to Flamebreon. "We've got a long day ahead of us tomorrow. I suggest you get cleaned up too."
He then carried the exhausted Flamebreon out of the room.