It felt a little mean to think, but Dani was such a good mattress. Every subtle movement Brandy made caused her to sink further into Dani's yielding warmth. Her hips nestled into the soft give of belly and thighs like they had been made to support Brandy's weight. The maid dress, only slightly ruffled, had slipped down enough to properly expose the tops of her breasts, plumped up invitingly by the corset's design. Brandy couldn't resist them; her palms slid over the warm swells, fingers knead...
2025-07-09 21:45:51 +0000 UTC
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Dani did not use bite. It wasn't a Move she knew, and she wasn't ready for that even if it was.
Instead, she stepped forward, trembling but resolute, her fingers twitching at her sides as she approached Brandy. Her breath came in quick, shallow bursts as she looked up at the woman towering over her.
Brandy was that woman, and she was trying not to scoop the Magikarp up and absolutely devour her.
She wanted to be gentle. She had to be gentle. Dani was so h...
2025-07-07 23:04:32 +0000 UTC
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"Gotcha!" Sparky chirped, plucking Dani straight out of the curtain wreckage like a prize from a claw machine. Dani squeaked as she was lifted clear, her feet tangling in the hem of the fallen curtain, pigtails bouncing as she swung from Sparky's four-handed grip.
"Help me out as well!" Rhona's voice, muffled and irate, echoed from somewhere deep inside the fabric pile.
"You're doing fine," Sparky called cheerfully, not helping at all. "Let us appreciate your work."
Dani bli...
2025-07-04 21:36:57 +0000 UTC
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Brandy had hoped being suspicious of Rhona would help her be more focused, but it turned out that making yourself pay attention to someone you were hopelessly attracted to did not help at all to cool off the nerves. Especially not when Rhona, mid-conversation with Dani, hooked her thumbs into the belt loops of her low-slung jeans and gave them a little tug upward to adjust the fit. The stretch pulled her tank top higher, just enough to reveal the line of her abs, tattooed and toned, and Brand...
2025-07-02 21:47:29 +0000 UTC
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"Hello, Lilith's breasts," Sparky said, flashing a fanged grin as two of her four yellow-furred arms made an exaggerated heart shape in the air while another stole a cherry off the tray Lilith was holding.
In a blink, one of her long, lacquered fingers snapped out and caught Sparky's thieving wrist with just enough pressure to make Sparky flinch but not stop her from making biting motions at the cherry.
"If you eat that, you gremlin," Lilith said in a low, venomous purr, "I'll ben...
2025-06-30 23:12:45 +0000 UTC
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The neon lights of Spikemuth painted the streets in bright, colorful light as Brandy, Sparky, and Dani made their wobbly way back to the Cheesecake Cafe.
All around them, other ladies and their Pokémon partners were wrapping up their nights staggering out of bars arm-in-arm, their laughter echoing off alley walls or draped across each other beneath humming signs. A Skuntank in platform boots blew smoke rings into the night sky while her date buried her face into her fur, and a Lucario ...
2025-06-27 22:25:37 +0000 UTC
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The Fire part of Calcine loved good sex. Not just the feeling of skin and the press of a body against a hard cock, though those were things to savor, but the intimacy that came from being inside someone. Especially when she was as big as she was now, Morgan was placing a massive amount of trust in Calcine's hands and hips. It'd be easy to take Morgan apart with a heavy, ass-thumping thrust. The temptation to do it was exciting, especially with that beautiful, round ass bouncing with every gri...
2025-06-24 23:52:27 +0000 UTC
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Morgan was a vision, bent over with her hips raised high, her stubby tail feathers twitching and puffed up with barely contained arousal. She looked like she was trying to offer herself up confidently, but her wings betrayed her. They fluttered and spread with every ragged breath, little shivers running down her spine as Calcine ran her hand along the curve of it. The Coalossal took a moment to admire that sight, her heart pounding in her chest as her Steam Engine growled, ready to be let loo...
2025-06-21 12:42:58 +0000 UTC
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Morgan knelt between Calcine's legs, thighs already aching from the angle and heart pounding so hard she thought it might crack her chest open. Her hands rested on Calcine's waistband, fingers twitching with nerves as her feathers brushed against the tight fabric, but she didn't pull down. It was going to need a mental run-up to do that.
Calcine sat patiently as she worked up the nerve, but Morgan could see the cracks forming in her restraint. The way her breath came a little shallower....
2025-06-19 09:10:12 +0000 UTC
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Morgan eased Calcine down into the comfy pile that had been laid out for them, the cushions sinking beneath her weight with a plush sigh. Calcine shifted slowly and deliberately as the soft give of the padding welcomed her bulk. Her thighs parted, solid and inviting, and Morgan didn't climb into her lap right away. She lingered instead, hovering just before her, fingers grazing along Calcine's knee.
They locked eyes.
Morgan reached out and brushed her hands over Calcine's thighs,...
2025-06-16 22:24:37 +0000 UTC
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The night had cooled, but Calcine still radiated warmth from deep within. Not just the natural heat of her body, though it was keeping Morgan nice and toasty, but a heat freshly stirred during their nighttime walk. The way Morgan had walked beside her, arm brushing her hip, voice teasing, and eyes bright. They'd talked the whole way but not about anything serious; the talk was just there as a pressure valve for the anticipation that crackled between them with every brush of feather against st...
2025-06-14 19:54:13 +0000 UTC
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The heat was still clinging to Morgan's skin as she stepped off the edge of the arena, one hand clasped in Calcine's, the other tugging her hat low so she didn't have to meet the cheering crowd's eyes.
El Furia had said it wasn't your normal fight club, and they'd proven it by not even announcing a winner. Everyone had enjoyed themselves, so why ruin it with a score? That was the thinking.
A part of Morgan was disgusted by that idea. You were supposed to pour in every bit of effor...
2025-06-11 21:55:05 +0000 UTC
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Morgan had always thought life should feel like victory. Outpacing everyone, being the best. There was a heady delight in winning, and she would do anything to win. It was as much a part of her as the witch hat. She went into fights with her head held high and came out the superior, entirely in control of every moment. Sitting next to Calcine, still flushed from Heatstroke's dizzying touch, Morgan felt anything but superior. Calcine was radiant, her presence impossible to ignore. Raw power pu...
2025-06-07 23:50:52 +0000 UTC
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Calcine sat tall, her massive frame settled like a mountain in the center of the arena, glowing seams pulsing with residual heat from her transformation. The crowd was still roaring from her shift to Coalossal form, but all of Calcine's attention was on the trio already working her over with focused intent.
Hustle knelt between Calcine's legs, her powerful, statuesque frame steady and sure. Her muscles bunched beneath smooth skin as she moved, lips wrapped around Calcine's shaft with sl...
2025-06-03 23:40:30 +0000 UTC
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Hustle had given her everything. The Mudsdale's powerful hips bucked with desperate strength, breathless groans falling into Calcine's neck as she rode out her peak with single-minded focus. Calcine had held her steady through it, her arms locked tight around Hustle's waist, letting her drive until the last ripple of tension finally broke and melted away into release.
Only then, with a final, shuddering gasp and Hustle slumping against her chest, did Calcine ease back with a reverent sl...
2025-06-01 01:08:17 +0000 UTC
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Hi hi! We'll be back to the regular schedule next chapter, so don't worry back to Calcine and Morgan's dating disaster very soon. But for now! More of Isla and her many exes!
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As fun as Josie had been, the relationship had a time limit. Josie liked teaching women to be adventurous, and eventually, her work with Isla was done. She still met the Obstagoon to dance now and then in dark bars, but they both knew it was becoming more of an enjoyable friendship than a committed rela...
2025-05-27 22:59:37 +0000 UTC
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Part two! Make sure to go read the other first, unless you just want to get straight to the mosh pit!
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Isla had been to concerts before, but they'd been pleasant affairs. People brought sandwiches and had picnics on the grass. The music was light, with a soft background noise for lovers trying to get a little closer. She'd thought she could be a little scandalous and turn up a figure-hugging mesh dress with a floral print. Something that really showed off the curves ...
2025-05-24 00:25:00 +0000 UTC
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While I'm in a field here is some side story to tide you over. Enjoy!
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“Can I just have a small bite?"
Isla laughed as she shook the pan, spreading the oil over the hashbrowns and bacon. She only wore an apron, so she was careful not to splash any. She might be heat resistant, but that didn't mean she enjoyed the sensation. It was hard to control, and a giant blue-furred menace slumped over her back, grumbling with hunger as she heard the meat and potatoes sizzling.
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2025-05-19 23:07:24 +0000 UTC
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Hi hi!
First of all, there's a new chapter below so go read that before this!
I am going to be away for a week. Now, I had tried to plan for this with extra chapters. But things have been insane and I have a lot of work still to do before I go.
So! Rather than let you starve for a week, I'm going to be releasing some Side Stories for the next week. Sorry to do it just before Calcine goes feral! But when I come back I promise she'll finally get to blow her top. Hope tha...
2025-05-15 22:38:54 +0000 UTC
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Hustle and Heatstroke didn't waste time with taunts. They were a powerful duo, and they knew their window to flip the fight wouldn't last. Hustle stepped in first, her body tense but steady, cheeks still flushed, but her gaze locked and hungry. She pressed up against Calcine's front, her muscular chest mashing against Calcine's softer breasts, forcing the Fire-type into the rare position of being the one yielding in a bust-off.
Behind them, Heatstroke slithered nimble out of Morgan's gr...
2025-05-15 22:35:26 +0000 UTC
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Calcine had never seen Morgan look so relaxed. Earlier, when she'd pressed Heatstroke into the dirt, the Murkrow had seemed almost drunk on the Salazzle's voice breaking into desperate, husky moans. Her shadows had curled possessively around her prey, her feathers ruffled up in that way that made Calcine's chest tighten. Morgan had been letting loose, soaking up the attention, riding the crowd's roars like they were her personal anthem. And Calcine? She had loved seeing Morgan like that. She ...
2025-05-14 00:13:26 +0000 UTC
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Morgan's shadows writhed as she let them loose. Liquid and eager, they curled around Heatstroke's hips and legs, pulling her close, spreading her open. The Salazzle shuddered when Morgan's fingers wrapped around her cock, thumb tracing a slow, teasing circle over the head.
"Fuck," Heatstroke groaned. "Yes, yes, yes."
Morgan grinned. She loved that voice, low, husky, and a little desperate. It sent a shiver down her spine. She wanted more. Wanted to hear it crack. Wanted to make th...
2025-05-11 01:20:22 +0000 UTC
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Morgan's feathers tingled. Every slight brush against her skin made her shiver. The air was still thick with Poison Gas, purple, sweet, curling around her thoughts like a velvet rope. Every breath of it heightened her emotions until the rush in her chest became a roar. Her pulse pounded louder. Her cravings sharpened. Burning green flames flickered along the edges of her wings, but the fire didn't burn away her feathers. It pressed into her skin, stirring something deeper, a raw and consuming...
2025-05-06 23:41:40 +0000 UTC
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The air shimmered with heat as Heatstroke stood in the center of the arena, flames dancing along her arms and a whip of fire coiled at her side. Her crimson dress shimmered like a lure, hugging her every curve and clashing seductively with the flickering inferno around her. The crimson flame-like markings along her collarbone pulsed like they were alive. The thin slits of her eyes glowed a bright purple as she scanned the rafters beneath the brim of her low-tipped red hat, casting a sly shado...
2025-05-02 21:00:04 +0000 UTC
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Sparky had absolutely no doubts that her girl would win. Calcine was a force of nature, a chiseled goddess of obsidian abs, and she'd never let them down. Watching her slam a hot horse lady into the dirt was a full-course visual feast, sweat, muscle, and dominance in perfect motion, but Sparky still couldn't give it her undivided attention.
Sure, sure, it was hot. Lightning hot, and seeing Calcine take charge always sent a pleasant tingle down Sparky's spine. She wanted Calcine to look ...
2025-04-29 23:39:11 +0000 UTC
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Thrown off balance by the earthquake-struck arena, Calcine tried to line up a shot at Heatstroke. The flame-throwing Salazzle would crumble under a solid Smack Down if Calcine could just land one, and her palms itched for it. It was no good; Calcine couldn't control her trajectory off her feet, and Hustle was already moving to intercept.
The horse woman twisted midair with surprising agility, one thick leg snapping back before driving forward in a brutal spinning kick. Calcine barely ma...
2025-04-26 20:06:47 +0000 UTC
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Morgan had loved planning out their entrance and spent quite a bit of time with the backstage crew getting it all perfect. Calcine had put an idea here and there, but she wasn't the natural performer Morgan was, she'd mainly enjoyed watching Morgan and the backstage crew enthuse about the whole process. This was important to the Murkrow, and that meant Calcine had to give it her all.
The lights had been dimmed for them, casting a hush across the roaring arena, and they both strode...
2025-04-22 23:46:14 +0000 UTC
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Morgan adjusted the strap of her mask again, fingers fidgeting a little too long on the edge of the leather before she let it fall back into place. Calcine watched her out of the corner of her eye, not missing the slight tremble in her touch, the barely-there bite of her lower lip. She was trying to look composed, smug even, but something was off. There was a tension in Morgan's shoulders that wasn't normal for her, a stiffness in her stance that dulled her usual flair. Normally, she moved li...
2025-04-18 23:40:08 +0000 UTC
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Morgan and Calcine were led through the backstage area by El Furia, who strode with the kind of presence that parted crowds without her needing to lift a finger. Her colorful feathers trailed behind her like the banner of a victorious general, swishing dramatically with every turn of her hips.
To Calcine's amusement, Morgan was trying to match her, but she only had a small bunch of feathers for a tail, and it couldn't swish without much movement on Morgan's part. Calcine couldn't help ...
2025-04-15 22:42:47 +0000 UTC
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No longer ill! I'll try to recover the writing soon as I can, thanks for the patience!
2025-04-14 19:59:41 +0000 UTC
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