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Then let me give you a lot so we can find out Sylvia

"Joking around is one thing. But if you're serious, we need to get to know each other a bit first. Don't you think?"

#ask

Sylvia, how many licks does it take to get to your creamy center?

"That depends on how much cream you put in it first."

#ask

// Y'all get no context for this. //

#mun art

the-write-ideas

Leave a NSFW rumor in my inbox about my character and they'll react to hearing the news that said rumor is spreading.

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#meme

I want to hold onto you, have you ride me, kiss me. Bite me and claim me as yours.

To ride me again and again, and howl with you in a share of voices, as we ascend a rising crescendo.

"That's, uh. Kind of hot. Was this you, Juno?" It sounded too much like this person knew her preferences for them to be a stranger.

#ask

sxnedmemes

SEND MY CHARACTER SMUTTY ANONS !

Be they fantasies your muse has had about mine , or anything you’d like !

#meme

"Yesterday was boob day, huh." Sylvia shrugged. "I guess it's not too late to give some of you what you were hoping for."

She proceeded to use both claws to lift up her chest fur, flashing a very select, lucky audience.

#Inside the den. (ic)

happyhourhijinks:

“Trust me, when you’re a single parent, you learn to cook a lot of recipes real fast. Sausage and the like is basic by comparison.” He’d be a liar if he said he didn’t appreciate pokemon of her build, definitely a positive for him no matter how their little battle went. But even before that, he couldn’t hold back a laugh at the way Syl was looking at the basket as soon as he dropped it. It reminded him of Suzy in a way, so maybe it was just a natural thing for more meat-inclined pokemon? So while she pulled her paws back, Gold took a moment to push forward with his staff, sliding the basket even closer for her in response before the fox showed off what she’d gathered herself.

“You think you know these woods.. I’m a fan, but I never managed to find any around here!” They were a rare treat, but a grass type like him would be a fool to turn down this kind of berry. Health benefits and a spicy kick? Yes please.

sinllusion:

“Huh. That makes sense.” Sylvia could imagine Suzy having been a picky eater when she was younger, as most people -- Pokémon or human -- went through such stages. And hey, knowing a broad range of recipes also meant being able to work with whatever you had on hand at a given moment.

She took him moving the basket closer as permission to take one of the Tanga berries, reaching behind her to offer one of her Occa in return. Both tasted good in their own ways. “I found a grove that has them not too far from here. If you want, uh. I could show you. Or I could just give you some of the ones I pick.” Save them both some work, and maybe even make a trade like just now.

After taking a bite, the Zoroark leaned back, propped up by her free hand. “You know. I don’t think I’ve actually seen you fight before. That makes me wonder what you have up your sleeve.” If he was the type who fought with their wits rather than brute strength, all the better for practice’ sake.

#Inside the den. (ic)#Gold

spiky-pervert:

With the proper preparation and ego-filling touches out of the way, Rivor moved in to make the best he could out of the session. Sylvia seemed to be working with him, going along with the position he placed her in and spreading her legs to make it easier for him to take it up with her.

“ A man like me needs time for ogling ~ “

His statement was more of a tease than anything. His self-pride was already at it’s peak. Same could easily be said of his shaft, which stood at it’s impressive size that the Zoroark was used to. But oh, Rivor was just as ready as she was, evident by how his claws traveled from kneading her rear-end to grasping them to spread it for entry, and then wrapping a tight hold around her hips.

The Sandslash had taken his proper position behind her. Then came the entry. A slow, yet thorough push. The tip of his wide length prodded against her wet, black entrance for only a moment before pushing through. Passing the middle, then stopping at the thickest part, his base. That alone made him groan in enjoyment.

“ Aaaahhh fuck yeah .. ~ “

It was only the beginning, of course. He took his time to enjoy this too, grinding up against her backside when as deep as he could go.

sinllusion:

Sylvia’s flexibility allowed her to see everything Rivor did, but she didn’t strictly need to. Feeling his claws on her backside and then around her waist sent a pleasant shiver up her spine, one that wasn’t the same as when she took the lead but no less enjoyable.

And then he entered her, and she knew trying out this position had been the right choice to make. Familiar, but different, yet no less incredible. Syl made sure to let Rivor know, growling in approval.

“Yes...”

She managed to brace herself by pressing her knees into the cave floor, her fur and muscle providing enough padding to make her comfortable while also having enough leverage to grind back against him once he was up to the hilt -- or as deep as he could go, anyway.

“Fuck. That’s... even better than I thought. But you’re, uh. Just getting started, aren’t you?”

#Inside the den. (ic)#Rivor #Perfect Imperfect Pair (Sylvia/Rivor)

dimensionhumpinghybrids:

Juno gave an.. Embarrassed whine. He could technically speak human, but.. No, no he wouldn’t do that. He knew enough to know that such abilities, even through telepathy were very, very rare.

The only thing that Juno could do was thump his head out of his embarrassment on the counter table. The scene reminiscent of a very tired lad being absolutely done, but having nowhere else to go.

He then looked at the human, and because Juno was as short as a child, gave an exasperated raspberry at the man, as if non-verbally saying; “Well you go and try it and see how you feel!”

sinllusion:

When Juno went to bonk his head on the counter, the man rushed over to him and held up his hands in a soothing, but uncertain manner. “Hey, hey, no need to be down in the dumps.”

Why anyone would be upset about such a predicament was beyond him, but he guessed any good thing had a point where it became too much for comfort.

Juno might be short, but the shop owner had seen enough Pokémon to be able to tell he wasn’t too young for these things and so he was more amused than worried. “I get why you’d be sore, bud. Hold on.” Just as promised, he went and fetched a Potion. “Not sure how well it works for, um, that kind of injury, but it’s worth a try, ain’t it?”

#Inside the den. (ic)#Juno

dimensionhumpinghybrids:

Juno shook his head at the man’s question, and he took the pack gingerly, then looked at the man sheepishly, and then turned around to put the pack on his groin area.

The sound of relief and the feel of the chill was the sound that any male, human or otherwise would be able to sympathize with.

Juno looked back at the man, even more sheepish, and then, pointed outside. To the greenery that was blooming into the colors of spring, and the warming if slowly, weather.

Then he covered his groin area, even if he had pants, and then looked at the man. The look alone was worth an entire conversation. He didn’t need to say anything more.

sinllusion:

“You’re welcome, buddy. Need a potion on the house?” Helping a friendly Pokémon in need was the least he could do -- Pokémon helped the local humans all the time, so he didn’t mind returning the favor for once.

But when he saw where Juno put the improvised icepack, he whistled. “Ouch. Someone kick you in the nards or something?”

The Zoroark’s answer left him confused. A moment’s pause, and then another and another. And then the man’s face lit up in realization before turning to a mildly embarrassed smile.

“Ah, I getcha.” He gave Juno a hearty pat on the shoulder. “Been busy with the ladies, huh?” Not that that was any of his business, but still; lucky guy.

#Inside the den. (ic)#Juno

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Juno had limped... almost crawled all the way to the nearest human shops as a Zoroark, looking... rough was understatement. He gave one look at the owner, and where the ice was kept, and gave a pitiful and tired whine.

sinllusion:

This being a small store in a small town, the man behind the register was indeed the owner. He stepped back in surprise and slight worry when an unaccompanied Pokémon stepping through the door, but after another moment, he realized this Zoroark couldn’t have hurt him even if he’d wanted to.

“You okay there, bud? Someone rough you up?” he asked even as he left the counter to open the small freezer and hold out a bag of ice cubes. It wasn’t exactly an icepack, but it would do.

#Inside the den. (ic)#Juno

spiky-pervert:

Having started the treatment that put his skillful tongue in the spotlight, he kept that up for a decent amount of time. At least enough to ‘warm her up’ for what was to come. Only right that he’d wriggle it around deep around her inner walls as a more than adequate trade-off for a session in his favorite position. After a while of lapping in and out the Zoroarks folds, he’d pull back to speak.

“ Ohh, that’s why I keep reminding you ~ But what’d you say about moving on to the main course before we get side-tracked ~ ? “

The claws that had been fondling her backside moved upward to find their place around her hips. Once there, he slowly yet assertively made to shift her down lower. Given their size difference, a proper mount would be difficult. A speedbump position would make things so much easier. This was how he wanted to move her, albeit while leaving room for her to shift accordingly.

His own excitement was already showing. His shaft was fully unsheathed already, standing tall and proud as always.

“ I’ve already spent the day oogling at your ass anyway ~ “

sinllusion:

It didn’t take long for Sylvia to feel as ready as she’d ever be, slicked up and with heat pooling within her coat. The ministrations of Rivor’s tongue had her unable to stay still, muscles tensing and flexing underneath his claws in a mix of anticipation and impatience.

She didn’t need any encouragement, but found herself liking the way the Sandslash guided her this time around. Lowering her hips from eye to crotch level, she took a moment to adjust her legs and rested her head on her crossed arms. A slight turn of her head was enough to let her see Rivor from a sideways angle, one sharp teal eye taking in the sight of his member -- a sight she’d become well used to by now, but she still liked to see.

“You always ogle my ass when you think I don’t notice.” Her legs parted a little more, allowing him to get up close and into position. “But why leave it at that? You know all you need to do is ask.”

And asked he had -- now it was just a matter of time.

#Inside the den. (ic)#Rivor #Perfect Imperfect Pair (Sylvia/Rivor)