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It was in the dead of night when something snapped me out of my slumber, ripping me from warm, comfy dreams into the cool, damp reality of camping in spring. Opening my eyes a crack and straining my ears, I could hear something rustling outside the tent. This wasn't too alarming at first, since I was out in the woods and its inhabitants were making noise all the time, but when I heard a loud metallic rattle followed by a sharp hiss, I knew that one of them had stopped by for a nighttime visit.

With a low grunt, I shuffled out of my sleeping bag and rolled over, crawling to the tent's exit as slowly and quietly as possible. My surprise guest was still fiddling with my equipment, so it didn't notice me when I unzipped the tarp and sneaked a peek. It took my eyes a moment to adapt and figure out the dark silhouette of my nosy visitor, but thanks to the bright full moon night, I eventually saw that a weavile had found its way to my camp and was trying to break into my provisions. I had packed all food into sturdy metal boxes so it didn't attract wildlife with its smell, but that apparently hadn't stopped this one from visiting me anyway and judging by its increasingly precise claw strikes, it was only a matter of time until it forced its way inside the locked container.

Obviously, I wasn't happy about a pokemon trying to break my stuff, not to mention disturbing my sleep, so I slipped out of the tent and stood up, pushing my fists into my hips and puffing up as much as I could. "Hey! What are you doing there!? Get away from my stuff!"

The weavile squealed and jumped up as if it had been hit by lightning. It yanked up its claws and whirled around only to trip over its own legs and crash onto its butt with a dull thud. However, instead of trying to get up again and legging it, it suddenly dropped its arms and froze, its chest rising and falling rapidly and its body shaking like a leaf as it stared at me with anxious yet inquisitive eyes.

At this point, I didn't know what to do because the manuals usually ended with the escape of the wild pokemon, but the weavile was still there, peering at me with growing curiosity and licking its lips with a strange smile. What was that for? Didn't they hunt in packs? Where was the rest? However, before my concerns could spiral out of control, the weavile began to move again and rolled over, making me hope that it would finally leave. It didn't make any attempts at getting up, though, and instead pushed out its butt, wagging its long tail feathers at me as it prostrated itself before me.

I had never been so perplexed before, but then the cool moonlight fell onto the pokemon's shaking butt, illuminating its crotch just enough to make her gender quite clear. Under normal circumstances, a weavile's vulva was so inconspicuous that I never noticed it, but in her case, it had swollen into a plump mound. Protruding from her fluffy black fur, its dark skin glistened in the light as it was soaked with her juices. In combination with her increasingly forceful hip thrusts and desperate whines, the pieces of the puzzle finally fell into place and I realized what had caused her change of mind.

Springtime had arrived, so it was no surprise that the weavile was in heat, and she apparently was so horny that her brain's fight or flight response had produced a third option: mating with the aggressor; mating with me, a human, and the longer I stared at her, the more her body and her desperate desire infected me. Her fat, puffy pussy looked incredibly inviting, and I became acutely aware of my morning wood as it throbbed and rubbed against my pajama pants, tenting and bulging them out. However, the surge of temptation only lasted until a cool nighttime breeze swept over me, making me shiver and yawn. Unlike her, I didn't have a warm fur coat to keep me warm and I wasn't nocturnal, so I ultimately chose the sensible thing to do and not screw around with a horny wild pokemon in the middle of the night.

When I turned around and left the weavile on her own, I took a quick detour to fetch my provisions and carry them into the tent, as I should've done in the evening already. Obviously, the female was gutted about my unceremonious departure. I heard her whimper with dire need, but I didn't reward her with any attention beyond making sure she wouldn't follow me, and I hurriedly zipped up my tent, hoping she wasn't desperate enough to claw her way in.

Fortunately, the pokemon got the message and didn't try to break into my tent. She did stay at the campsite for a little longer, though, as I could still hear her whine and pant outside after I had put down my gear and slipped back into my sleeping bag, but her lamenting eventually died away, leaving me with the calming rustle of the nightly woods. Soon after, fatigue caught up with me, and with a deep yawn, I closed my eyes and let the black veil of sleep claim me again.

Apparently, my brain wasn't done with the weavile yet, because my dreams were filled with images of the heat-ridden pokemon, lewd scenarios unfurling in my mind, each wilder than the last. Most of them remained a blurry mess, though, their scenery little more than a fuzzy backdrop to the face of my horny partner as my intense arousal made me sweat and writhe in my sleep.

Eventually, the strange ride got even weirder, and my dreams morphed into an oppressive nightmare. My partner's puffy, swollen pussy kept growing bigger and bigger, crushing me under its hot, sticky weight until my whole dreamscape consisted of a giant vulva, my breathing was getting heavy, and my vision slowly faded to black, marking the end of my surreal endeavors.

Finally, I snapped awake with a gasp, but I still struggled to breathe. Opening my eyes, I was greeted by darkness, and my face was strangely wet and warm as something soft and squishy pressed against my lips and a moist squelching filled my ears. A pungent flavor assaulted my tastebuds, but for some reason, I couldn't explain it left me flustered rather than disgusted. 

Something was on my face, pinning me down and robbing my breath as it pushed against me! I was dazed, tired, and trapped inside my sleeping bag, panic welling up inside me when suddenly a patch of fur tickled my nose and a strangely familiar whine penetrated my ears.

It was the weavile!

The sensations showering me suddenly began to make sense, and with understanding came other emotions, my shock fading to make way for indignation, intrigue, and even a tinge of excitement. How dare she break into my tent and use me like some cheap toy? And yet, my fury was dampened by my rampant arousal. The wet dreams, the memories of her plump pussy and her inviting stance, all of it was fresh on my mind, and it got even worse as I realized what part of her she was grinding against my mouth and what fluid was netting my lips and my taste buds.

Part of me was furious, but I was also rock hard, my mind clouded with lust, and I wanted more.

Up to now, the feral weavile hadn't noticed that I was awake, or perhaps she was just too horny to care. Either way, I wasn't one to sit idly by as she had her way with me, so I slipped my hands out of my sleeping bag and grabbed her sweaty, furred thighs, forcing her mindless, randy humping to a dead halt. She tensed with a stunned squeak, her body quaking in my tight grip and her swollen cunt resting against my chin, pulsing and dribbling her warm, sticky juices over my skin.

The female pokemon remained perfectly still and silent, anxious for my next move, but that only lasted a moment before I parted my lips and swiped my tongue across her engorged, heat-ridden vulva, sampling a fresh batch of her tangy nectar. Her trembling got more intense and she burst into a cry of pleasure, her sex throbbing and thumping against my mouth as it showered me with more gushes of her juices. She had become as tame as a skitty, not even attempting to ride me anymore as she yielded all efforts to me.

I knew the weavile would understand my actions as a reward for her sitting on my face while I slept, but that didn't really bother me. What had happened had happened, and this would be a one-and-done encounter, so I only cared about getting more; just like her. Without hesitation, I began to work her properly, dragging my tongue down her swollen vulva, brushing my muscle all across her sensitive, heat-ridden sex to elicit more of her delicious moans and juices while her aroma fueled my arousal. There was something exotic and primal about her scent that riled me up like nothing else, her pheromones clicking with my brain as if I was just another wild pokemon, turning me into a slave of my own lust.

As the feral female's arousal surged, her plump pussy thrashed and jumped around in an uncontrollable frenzy, making it increasingly difficult to lick her properly, and more out of necessity than intent, I snatched it and wrapped my lips around the unruly vulva, trapping it inside my mouth. The sudden compression and the wet heat of my mouth sent a powerful ripple through her furred body, her thighs clamping down around my head and pulling my face into her ass, my nose squashed against her puckered anus while she burst into a throaty howl of pleasure.

The weavile's vulva tensed and twitched even harder inside my mouth, struggling as if to break free from its tight confines, but I wouldn't let go. With a mischievous grin on my stretched lips, I thrust my tongue inside her, threading it into the eye of the storm and into her tight, roiling depths. Her channel was hot and surprisingly pliable, responding to my caress with frantic, vigorous undulations, particularly as I let loose and flailed my eager muscle around inside her, twisting and trashing it against her sensitive walls until she howled with joy.

Aimless at first, the strokes of my tongue quickly grew more precise as I explored her pussy, my intuition sending it to the most sensitive spots to elicit the happiest cries and greatest gushes of her nectar. Eventually, my spelunking led me to a little nook inside her where a firm, throbbing bead waited for me. As my muscle danced around it, prodding and flicking it, I realized that it was her clit, and I licked it even harder, making her squeal and squirm at the push of a button. It was addictive, the sweet, wet reward that poured over my lips and down my throat, filling my stomach and chest with a pulsing, thrilling warmth.

I would've loved to see the weavile's reaction to my ministrations, the blissful expression on her face, her eyes rolled back in mindless joy and her tongue hanging from her gaping muzzle, but in the dim twilight of the moon, I merely saw the dark shadow of her shaking, furry butt. Still, her body grew tenser by the moment and her spine arched back as she pushed against my face and into my affection with all her strength to claim every last ounce of stimulation. She was getting closer, requiring just another firm shove to cross the edge.

With the female's nectar pooling in my mouth, I tightened my lips around her puffy cunt and swallowed hard, again and again, deliberately sucking it deeper until her stretchy vulva filled out my entire mouth. The treatment finally made her pop, muscles deep within her abdomen jerking into motion. Her cunt clenched and tightened around my tongue, her rippling undulations pumping gushes of her juices down my throat while a rapturous howl erupted from her throat, piercing the dark night and broadcasting her delight to the sleeping woods.

The weavile's violent outburst weakened after a few seconds, her scream ebbing into a needy, drawn-out whine, but her orgasm persisted, her contractions remaining powerful for the following minute and longer, drawing their energy from nothing but my insistent slurping and sucking while she kept feeding me with a trickle of her sweet nectar.

The intensity of the pokemon's climax satisfied my blazing lust at first, but before too long, my need returned with a vengeance. I needed more than her juices. It was time to claim her. The weavile was still incapacitated by her orgasm, trembling and moaning in uncontrollable bliss, when I finally pulled her off my face and dropped her next to me. Wasting no time, I slipped out of the sleeping bag and yanked down my pants to reveal my aching, rock-hard erection. While merely an obscure, throbbing silhouette in the faint moonlight, the nocturnal pokemon spotted it in no time and squealed with excitement. A surge of energy shot through her slackened body, reinvigorating her and making her jump up on all fours, presenting herself with a shaky whimper.

With her face pressed against the ground and her rump raised high, the weavile had assumed the same position as earlier that night, but this time I was more than ready to give her what she wanted and take that tempting, glistening cunt for a spin. Licking my lips, I dropped to my knees behind her and grabbed her ass, squeezing and spreading it with both hands. The touch sent a fresh shiver through the female, and it only got stronger as I pressed my swollen, pulsing rod against her butt crack.

With my penis grinding against the pokemon's ass, I realized just how small she was compared to me. I wasn't hung, but this would still be an incredibly tight fit. Not that the female minded the size difference in her heat-induced lust, whimpering and trembling as she began to push and grind her butt back against my cock.

Finally, I pulled my hips back a bit and aligned my tip with her plump, trembling pussy, poking and prodding it as I tightened my hand around her waist. At that point, an idea popped into my mind and an impish grin grew on my lips. She had asserted herself while I had been asleep, so it was only fair if I returned the favor appropriately. Grabbing the weavile's head feathers, I slammed my cock inside her tight cunt and shoved it all the way in without a warning.

Thanks to my licks and her bottomless arousal, the female was wet enough to take my whole girth without trouble, and the abrupt insertion made her howl with senseless joy. Her jaw dropped wide open and her tongue hung out as she went limp in my grip, yielding herself to my whims.

"That's what you wanted, right?" I growl as I yank my hips back and start to hammer her with deep, merciless thrusts. "A male to fuck you silly?" The wet slorps and smacks of relentless sex mingled with her screams and squeals, the slaps of my nuts against her fuzzy thighs becoming the beat to her cries of ecstasy, spawning a song of lust and carnal pleasure that penetrated the walls of the tent and went into the woods beyond.

Unfortunately, I wouldn't be able to maintain this pace for long, as her snug pussy blessed me with heavenly squeezes and contractions, but I didn't want to take it slow. She didn't deserve any gentleness; she only deserved a wild, feral rutting to match her bestial cravings, and she loved every second of the rough treatment, the deep, thorough pounding that set her body ablaze and left a palpable bulge on her taut belly.

My orgasm approached with the speed and inevitability of a freight train, heavy grunts and huffs escaping my throat as I neared the edge, and yet, the weavile beat me to it again, erupting underneath me with a howl of bliss. Her body squirmed and thrashed in my grip, and her heat-ridden pussy contracted around my dick with greedy, violent convulsions, desperate to drain my nuts of their precious seed.

However, I wasn't going to give her that gratification.

Teetering on the brink of ecstasy, I yanked my cock out of the weavile's clenching cunt and slammed it into her twitching anus instead, spreading and claiming the tight, quivering hole with one fierce thrust. The sudden change drew a stunned cry from the female, her body tensing up as I forced myself up her other hole, but trapped in the throes of her orgasm, there was nothing she could do to stop me.

Embraced by the tightness of her butt, I finally erupted and joined her effusive climax with a hearty groan, pumping squirt after squirt of my thick, hot cum inside her guts while my clenching nuts rested against her tensing pussy, teasing her with the virility I denied her fertile depths. The treatment drew disappointed whines and clamors from the betrayed weavile, but her upset faded as quickly as it had come as I began to thrust inside her again with slow, forceful strokes, savoring the rhythmic contractions of her asshole around my spurting cock. Her cries of bliss returned with the same vigor, and they only ceased once my orgasm faded and I pulled out of her, leaving both her holes loose and quaking, one leaking with my seed and the other drooling her own sticky juices.

Thoroughly satisfied from the fuck, I got back on my feet and wrapped my hands around the weavile's waist, plucking the trembling, exhausted female from the floor of my tent and carrying her out into the night. Setting her down on the grass, I bent over her and cooed, "Alright, that's enough for the night, you horny troublemaker. Now, get up and look for some other pokemon to pester."

After I had given the pokemon a gentle slap on the butt, I returned to the tent with a content, yet tired smile on my lips. As fun as this intermission had been, it still had taken a huge chunk out of my sleep, and it had only left me even more exhausted, eager and ready to catch up on the rest I missed. However, before I could even turn around to zip the tent shut, the weavile had managed to pull herself up and weaseled back into my tent, slumping onto my sleeping bag and burying her face inside it with a happy coo. Even though I had double-crossed her at the moment of her highest bliss, she had apparently already forgiven me and wanted more of me. A deep sigh escaped my lips as I realized that the stubborn pokemon wouldn't let up no matter what, and I accepted her presence. If this was where she wanted to be, then I'd let her for now.

Shoving her aside with a gentle nudge, I slipped back into my sleeping bag and made myself as comfortable as I could be. A shiver ran through me as I noticed her curious eyes on me, and I already expected her to jump onto my head to claim me for another facesitting round, but instead, she lifted the rim of my sleeping bag and began to crawl inside it, shuffling and squirming around in the confined space. At first, I wasn't sure how to feel about this decision, but my tension dissipated and my heartbeat calmed when her head finally popped out again, her eyelids drooping and a deep, happy purr escaping her muzzle as she settled on my chest, listening to my heart. Cuddling with her was something I was fine with, and I wrapped an arm around her before I closed my eyes with a smile, allowing sleep to take me again, this time hopefully without further disruptions