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I know it has been a while since I gave you guys any new content, and I apologise for that. It has been a combination of working 7/12s (Im writing this on my phone at work) for the last few weeks and not being sure how to continue the story. I want to ask you guys about the direction of the blog. I have an idea of making all these naughty stories link together in a storyline, but I imagine a lot of you are here for the spicy stuff. I’m wanting to know if you guys would still be interested in sprocket’s story if there was some parts that didn’t involve smut. I don’t plan on taking this blog SFW, it will still be extremely NSFW, but I would like too add in some story, some character development and that would require some parts to be SFW. What do you guys think, would you still be interested if there were some clean parts mixed in with the smut, or would I loose you if I did?

sydney-asks:

dammit I was in the zone for drawing commissions but I got distracted and ended up watching some lesbian porn - and I don’t generally watch lesbian porn, it’s too fake and weird and takes me out of it most of the time, but this was some a+ dom bsdm shit and it was AWESOME - and now I just wanna draw mean lesbian bdsm stuff…….

Story of my life… well, not so much the lesbian porn, I agree with you, its usually too awkward to get into, but as the ready to work and getting caught up in something completely unrelated.

(Human/Braxien NSFW)

I had hoped that following the river would lead us back into civilization, as following rivers had done for us in the past; but it seemed the river I had chose had been chosen poorly.

After a few days of walking along the bank while under the trees of the forest we came out of the tree line on a slow slope down into a tree-bare, grassy valley. From our vantage point there on the tree line, I could just barely see a speck of a house down in the valley, which became our new destination.

Today it was sunny and hot out, but that was just fine as far as Atlas was concerned. The sunshine was his element, and the heat was something he barely noticed. Plus, since there had not been enough room for me to let a huge Torterra like Atlas out while we were still deep in the trees, I’m sure that being able to stretch his legs was a welcome change.

The rest of us were riding on his back. Spectrum was asleep nestled between two of the larger branches of the tree that grew on Atlas’ back. I was sitting under that tree with my back against the trunk. Arryn, my Braixen, was sitting next to me and was leaning up against me.  I had my arm around her shoulders while her cheek was resting against my upper chest and her arms were both wrapped around me.

The rest of the team were in their balls. I had originally meant to have just Atlas out for this stretch, but after I had let everyone have a good hour in the shade of the tree line Arryn had resisted going back into her ball. I didn’t mind, it was nice to have her company, especially since Queen was still giving me the cold shoulder even now, over a week after I had played into my eeveelutions’ antics.

With that my mind wandered back into dwelling on Queen once again, and worrying about how to make nice with her.

I must have tightened my grip around Arryn’s shoulders since she looked up at me and cooed, “Braix?” in her soft voice.

I looked back down at her and, seeing her worried eyes, offered her a smile as I assured her, “I’m fine Arryn, just got some things on my mind.”

The concern on her face didn’t lift at my assurances, but her grip around me did suddenly turn into a hug; one I was happy to return. “Braixen.” she said. New as she might be compared to the rest of the team, I still could tell what that meant.

“Just finding us a place to rest for a few days, and replenish our supplies.” I answered and she frowned. I sware sometimes its like she has psychic powers. I sighed heavily and my head drooped a bit as I also admitted, “And I’m worrying about Queen. She’s never been this distant for this long, and I’m starting to get lonely.”

My eyes had closed as I had made my admission and a flood of emotions came bubbling to the surface from where I had pushed them down over the last few days. Thankfully I felt a pair of soft, furry paws on my cheeks broke the wave before they could take hold and as I opened my eyes again a lot of those feelings dissipated again.

Arryn’s face was inches form my own, and while I could see the worry in her eyes I couldn’t help but appreciate how beautiful the orange of her eyes were. The streaks of yellow in the swirling orange shifted and danced under the clear sheen, making it look like flames danced inside her eyes. They were so gorgeous.

I shifted my position against the tree to face her more directly and brought my free hand around to rest it on her hip as I insisted, “Don’t worry, I know you all are here too. I don’t mean ‘lonely’ like that. You are all very special and important to me.”

Arryn looked into my eyes for a few quiet moments, still holding onto my cheeks while I kept a hold of her.

Her face moved forward and closed the gap between us. Her lips were hot, as they pressed against my own.

My fingers slid through the thick fur at her hip, parting and toying with the long, soft strands. When my fingers swam deep enough into her fluffy pelt to graze over the searing hot skin underneath her lips parted against mine as she took in a sudden gasp. My tongue quickly followed.

My arm around her shoulders tightened and pulled her chest up against my own while her tongue rose up to mingle with mine. Her mouth was a furnace inside and her breath served to heat me up even further. Arceus, her flavor… The moistness of her mouth held sweetness and spice that, every time my tongue rubbed hers or along a cheek it was coated in the taste of a fireball candy.

She was delicious, and while I savored tasting her, I watched as her beautiful eyes rolled up while her eyelids slid shut over them. Both of my hands left their perches within her fluffy warm fur to find grips along her sides and pull her as I shifted around. I pressed her back against Atlas’ tree as I moved over her cooperative form.

Her excitement was growing, I could tell, as her hands left my cheeks and instead her arms clung around my neck while her tongue began to not just slide along, but wrestle with mine. I could hear her panting through her nose faster and faster and that rapid sound drove my own excitement.

Her legs were already splayed far apart when my knees came up between them. I leaned forward to press our kiss ever further even as I lamented that it meant I had to move my hands off her heating body and brace myself with Atlas’ tree.

She whimpered into my mouth and her body shuddered against me. It was such an adorable squeak my only response was to pin her head against the trunk of the tree with my lips. My knees shifted against the hard shell beneath us, as I wanted to desperately to press every inch of myself against her, but also didn’t want to crush her… too much. The shifting brought my knees up against her thighs, which slid up along me and splayed out her legs even further.

Her arms left my neck even though the kiss did not diminish, if anything it only gained a new level of fervor that inspired more of those irresistible squeaks of hers.

Within moments I felt her small, soft paws at my crotch. Her digits made surprisingly fast work of my fly considering how much I could feel them shiver and shake against me.

Arryn wasted no time once my fly was open and slipped both her paws into my pants. It was my turn to whimper suddenly into her mouth as her searing hot paws wrapped their soft pads around my already stiff length and pulled me free of the cloth prison.

I gasped in a heavy draw of her spicy sweet breath as her paws squeezed down around my hard cock and her fangs grazed my still wrestling tongue. She began to stroke me. Not in a slow and building foreplay manner, no, she began to jerk her paws up and down my length fast and hard, squeezing firmly around me the whole way. She was trying to drive my lust ever faster, and it was working.

My knees parted as I shuffled forward, forcing her legs up and apart around my own as I worked my hips ever closer. Her stroking did not slow at all until I was close enough that every time her paws slid down my cock my swollen tip grazed against her. Her eyes snapped open again and looked into my own. Those dancing oranges and fleeting wisps of yellow carried a happy and playful glow as she shifted her legs against mine to pull herself up while her paws pulled my length down into the proper aim.

Arceus, she was soaked. I could feel not only the heat coming off her swollen lips, but the heavy wetness against the head of my cock as it nestled up against them. I shuddered against her as I felt a bead of her searing hot juices slide down the underside of my cock and light my nerves on fire.

She did not drop herself down on me, but she didn’t need to. The very next moment my hands were gone from the tree trunk and I pulled my beautiful Braxien from against the tree and threw her down onto her back on Atlas’ shell. Now it was my turn to waste no time, and with no breath of pause my hips shot forward and my length forced its way into her blazing depths.

“Braxien!” She cried loudly with my hips against hers and every last inch of me spreading her open. Every inch of her insides were as soaking wet as she had been outside and the heat was so intense I had no choice but start pounding her for all I was worth.

I threw all my cautions to the wind, hooked my elbows under her knees to keep her completely spread as I did my very best to destroy the extreme tightness that she was around me. She was loving every moment of it, if her pleasured cries every time I forced my way back in, and her pleading wales as I pulled back out again, were any indication.

She had to reach back and grab any edge of Atlas’ shell she could find to brace herself against my hard thrusts just to keep me from bucking her right off. Though, she also used the grip as leverage to begin rolling and rocking her hips back against me.

Our thighs meeting was muffled by her fur, but our mating still carried a loud wet slap each time we met as my balls rammed into her ass, where her dripping juices had matted down the thinner fur there. Both of us were moaning and crying out with our passionate lovemaking.

I could feel myself getting close quickly with how hot and frantic we were and I looked down at her as I tried to hold myself back and give her every moment of pleasure I could.

I found her looking right back up at me. I stared into those captivating eyes of hers as I continued my hard and fast pace, “Arryn, I’m gunna cum soon” I panted heavily to her.

“Braxien.” she cried back and nodded before her legs tugged against my arms, which still had them locked wide. I let her legs go and placed my hands on the shell to either side of her to brace myself and keep my thrusts long, hard and fast.

I moaned and she threw her legs around me, locking her paws behind my hips as she cooed, “Brax… Braxien!” between her heavy panting.

I looked intently into her eyes as I did my best to thrust as long and deep as I could with her legs holding onto me like that. I had always made a point of pulling out of Arryn the times we had been intimate before, just as a courtesy; not wanting to pressure her to take my mess.

If there was any clearer a way for her to have told me that she wanted me to make a mess of her, I cannot think of one. Knowing that I was being ordered by my beautiful, passionate Braxien to cum deep inside her, what little was left of my resolve was washed away in a wave of arousal.

“F-Fuck!” I yelled out as I shoved myself balls deep into her sweltering depths and held myself there. My cock throbbed painfully in the tight, wet heat and I could feel the clenching inside me as my body let loose inside Arryn.

Her head fell back and she tried to speak, to yell, to scream out, but all she was able to make were yips and squeaks and I could feel her as her insides clamped down like a vice, nearly painfully, around me. I could feel the aching pinch in my balls as her clamping held my cum back for that brief instant. I’m sure it served to make that last heavy blast the largest when her folds finally relented and let it fly free into the deepest point inside her.

I gasped and panted heavily as my arms gave out from under me and I hit my elbows and covered Arryn with my body. I could hear and feel her fiery hot breath on my ear as she panted under me. We both were enjoying the feeling of our intimate connection as our now hypersensitive bodies came down from their respective highs.

It took me a few moments to gather myself before I was able to muster the motor control to roll us over and place us back under the shade of the tree with Arryn laid out on my chest. She tucked her head under my chin and mumbled something I couldn’t make out before going quiet and still… other than the sudden spasms that ran through different parts of her body, seemingly randomly, from her afterglow.

I let my head fall back against the hard shell to rest as I enjoyed Arryn’s spicy sweet scent and it was not until I could feel myself beginning to slide a bit inside her as my cock shrunk before a thought occurred to me, that I had completely neglected up until now.

I looked over towards Atlas’ head. We were not alone… not only that, but we were riding on the poor pokemon.

I saw that he was still maintaining his leisurely pace along the bank of the river, but he kept his head and his eyes stubbornly forward, staring at the house, a tiny shape in the distance still.

I watched him for a good long while and his view never wavered from that house. I smiled. He was affording us as much privacy as he could. Atlas was the best wingman in the world.

I owed him a conjugal visit with Vivienne, no doubt, I thought.

That thought was interrupted as I looked up again and saw Spectrum up in the branches, watching us. When our eyes met he grinned down at me and called out “Espy! Espeon!” the congratulatory sound of it was enough for me to guess what kind of inappropriate remark it must have been, even without the sudden squeak from Arryn and the growing heat from her body that I’m sure was a Braxien style blush.

I sighed.

At least I had one wingman.