"We've arrived," Chester announced as he stepped onto the meadow at the foot of the guild hill, where Sapphire Creek and Emerald Creek merged into Gemstone River. Still early in the morning, the air was cool, the skies above a clear blue, and the grass beneath Ryan's paws netted with sparkling dewdrops, and while the eevee was still half-asleep, the Galarian ponyta was brimming with energy.

"These are the guild's training grounds?" Ryan asked, looking around the meadow for training equipment, but there was nothing. Just grass dotted with daisies, berry bushes, driftwood on the riverbanks, and a few patches of dirt.

"Indeed. This is where most of the Garnet Paws learned to fight, me included," Chester replied with a proud smile. "The grass and soil here are nice and soft. Perfect for sparring and learning the basics of combat. Now sit down."

With a nod, the eevee plopped his butt onto the grass, only to grimace slightly at how damp it was. At least the sun had just risen above the hills and treetops of Whitewater Grove, warming his pelt with its rays while he looked at the Galarian ponyta with groggy curiosity.

"Alright, the first rule of fighting is to avoid it whenever possible. If you spot an ambush, try to circumvent it. If they've already noticed you, there's no shame in running. If you can't run, negotiating is another option," Chester explained, a serious expression on his graceful muzzle as he tramped down the grass underneath him. "Always keep this in mind because it's the most important rule for you."

"Why especially for me?" Ryan asked with a miffed frown.

Settling on the flattened grass, the psychic ponyta pointed a hoof at him and remarked, "You're small, have no powers to speak of, and no experience. I'll try to work on the latter, but nothing is going to change the former. Most pokemon are bigger than you, and most of them have extra skills too." The helical horn on Chester's forehead shone a faint pink as he tore a few blades of grass out of the ground and tossed them into the air. "So fleeing will almost always be the best option for you."

The eevee tracked the scattered grass with a slight shiver and nodded. That wasn't quite how he had imagined his fighting training to begin, but he couldn't argue with Chester's assessment. "That's fair. But what if I'm in a group with others? What if our team gets ambushed? Do I still run?"

"If you're with us, we'll tell you when you should run but don't wait for our signal. If the situation feels overwhelming, you run," the Galarian ponyta replied. "Don't try to play the hero. That helps much less than running away and organizing backup."

"Okay. I- I can do that," Ryan muttered.

"Good," Chester said. "Anyway, we're not here to train fleeing. That's what yesterday's mission was about, and adrenaline and instincts will take care of the rest. No, we're here to prepare for the worst outcome: a fight. Now get up and show me what you got."

"Like, right now?" the eevee asked.

When the ponyta nodded, Ryan stood up and hesitantly looked around the meadow. He still couldn't make out any training dummies or targets anywhere, but maybe a piece of driftwood would do?

Chester watched Ryan with a perplexed expression as he wandered to the driftwood that lay scattered about the shore. "Where are you going?"

"I- I thought you wanted me to show you what I got, but there's no training targets around or anything, so I thought…"

"You were planning to attack some frail, rotten driftwood?"

Ryan nodded with a blush and abashedly lowered his ears and gaze.

"You know that you won't ever be fighting trees, right?" the psychic ponyta remarked, only to turn his furred white flank toward the eevee. "We're here to train how to fight pokemon, so the best training target is obviously a pokemon. Now come back and attack me."

"O-oh, okay," Ryan stammered and turned around. That would explain the lack of training dummies, but when he reached Chester, he hesitated to actually hit his teammate.

"Come on, what are you waiting for?"

"S-sure!" With a hasty nod, the eevee raised a forepaw and flicked it against Chester's side.

The ponyta stared at Ryan. Then he let out an amused snort and shook his head, "You're small, but I know that you can go harder."

Ryan slapped him again.

"Harder."

And again.

"Harder."

Although Ryan poured much more strength into his third punch than he was comfortable with, his trainer's amusement still made way for a disappointed snort, "Come on! Stop petting me and hit me already, Ryan! Give me all you got!"

Chester's dismissive tone finally did the trick. The eevee stepped back to take a run-up and slam his paw into his side with all his might and a frustrated cry, only to bounce back and slip on the dewy grass from the recoil of his own punch, shaking his paw with a whine.

"There we go. Not amazing, but that's a start," the psychic ponyta remarked with an eye roll. "Also, try attacking me with the paw pad, and not the back of your paw. It's more effective and less painful for you."

"O-okay. I'll try," Ryan replied. He gritted his teeth and winced as he stepped on the ground with his aching paw.

Fortunately, the pain soon dulled, and by the time the eevee recovered, his trainer had risen from the ground. Stretching his legs and shaking his shimmering mane, the psychic ponyta instructed Ryan, "Now do that again, but this time without me lying down and letting you hit me. Also, stay clear of my backside."

"Why?"

Chester's horn glowed as he dragged a piece of driftwood toward him. Then he tossed it into the air and turned his rear toward it. In the blink of an eye, he hit the log with his shod hind hooves, instantly disintegrating the rotten wood with a deafening crack into a cloud of bits and splinters, some of which got launched halfway across the river.

"You really don't want to stand behind me while we're fighting," Chester told the shell-shocked eevee. "But don't worry. I won't attack you while we spar, but I won't count any hits to my backside either. Now get to it. Hit me, Ryan, and do it properly without me having to tell you a thousand times."

The eevee was still processing the assignment when the Galarian ponyta turned his rump toward him, facing him with his billowing, cottony tail. But thanks to the demonstration of the destructive force resting in his teammate's hindlegs, the sight snapped him to attention and he reflexively dashed to the side.

Only after Ryan had put a few feet between himself and Chester, he started considering how to best attack his sparring partner. Lunging at his flanks seemed to be the most straightforward option, as they were big and accessible, but the Galarian ponyta made sure that it wasn't that easy. So when Ryan moved next to Chester to pounce on him, the psychic male simply turned his rear toward him, and from that point, their sparring comprised that same back and forth.

Throughout his awkward dance with the ponyta's backside, the eevee somehow managed to land a few weak glancing blows at his partner's hind thighs. His poor performance was tainted further by the fact that he spent most of his time in striking range of Chester's hooves, and the other male's comments didn't boost his confidence either.

"That's a kick. And that's another kick. Come on, are you even trying?" Chester neighed, flicking his voluminous tail at the eevee every time he fell back into the danger zone.

With a frustrated whine, Ryan finally changed up tactics. He dashed away from the psychic ponyta and retreated to the sandy riverbank, where he braced his butt and hindpaws against a large piece of driftwood.

Looking over his shoulder, the Galarian ponyta snorted, "I guess that works." Then he turned around and advanced toward Ryan with a smug grin. "But unless you were planning to take a swim, you've just maneuvered yourself into a corner."

However, just before Chester reached Ryan, the eevee suddenly pushed away from the wood and launched himself toward the Galarian ponyta with a sharp cry and more speed than either of them had expected. Within a split second, Chester's petite muzzle and huge, stunned eyes were within the range of his claws. This was his chance! Yet, his sparring partner looked so vulnerable that the eevee couldn't pull through. Instead, he dashed past the ponyta, tripped over his foreleg, and tumbled into the grass with a dazed squeal.

By the time Ryan recovered from his fall and looked up, his training partner was still standing in the same spot, staring at him with complete bafflement.

"W-what are you doing, Ryan? Why didn't you attack?" Chester stammered. "That was the best opportunity you had. How did you manage to screw this up?" The Galarian ponyta took a deep breath and shook his head as his confusion made way for furious exasperation. With his expression derailing, he neighed, "For fuck's sake, I'm trying to spar, not dance with you!"

Ryan's ears flattened and he whimpered, "I-I'm sorry."

"It feels like you're actively trying not to hit me," Chester snorted and shot the eevee a dismissive glare. "Good thing you already received your rescue badge because you won't be able to save anyone else like that."

The ponyta's words dug into Ryan like a seviper's fangs and his ears dropped even further, his vision blurring with tears. "I'm sorry! I just… I just didn't want to hurt you."

"But that's the point of sparring!" the Galarian ponyta yelled, his fur raised and his mane blustering up.

"I could've scratched your eyes!" Ryan wailed. "I almost made you blind!"

"What? No! What are you talking about?" Chester snapped back. "That's not how it works!"

"What do you mean? I almost clawed your face! And if I got a claw into your eye…" Ryan shuddered, unable to even finish his sentence.

"Yes, I know! So what?" Chester huffed and rolled his eyes. But then he paused in shocked realization.

After a moment of tense silence, the psychic ponyta unfroze with a befuddled blink and turned to Ryan. "Wait, you were actually trying not to hit me?"

"Yes!" Ryan sobbed. "Of course! I don't want to harm you or scar you, or w-worse just b-because of some d-d-dumb sparring."

"O-oh," Chester gasped. "Oh, I'm sorry, Ryan! I'm so sorry!"

The Galarian ponyta rushed toward the distraught eevee and dropped down by his side.

"I didn't realize that things worked so differently where you came from."

Ryan snuffled. "W-what do you mean differently?"

Chester ruefully bit his lip and took a deep breath. "Well, I don't know how exactly it works for you, but here on Gaia, every pokemon is protected from harm by a special kind of energy. Some call it aura, others life essence or life energy, but the only thing that matters is that it protects our bodies from harm."

"W-what? Y-you don't take damage?"

"Yes, kinda, but not quite… I think it's better if I show you. Ryan, would you please put your paw on my flank?"

With a sniffle and a shaky nod, the eevee turned toward the Galarian ponyta and placed his trembling paw against his side.

"Push your claws into my skin."

Ryan hesitated and shot Chester a questioning glance. They had been at this point just a few minutes ago, but instead of criticizing his lack of action again, the ponyta smiled encouragingly. "A-are you sure?"

"Yes. I'm absolutely sure," Chester replied.

Still reluctant, Ryan took a shaky breath and pressed his paw down, sliding his claws along Chester's hide in a way that made his stomach turn. Yet the ponyta didn't even flinch.

"Give it a little more force," Chester urged. "Then drag them down like you're shredding a piece of paper."

Once again, Ryan eyed the psychic ponyta as if he had lost his marbles. He still did as he was told and dug his claws a little deeper into the other male's warm fur. The moment he spotted the slightest hint of blood, he would pull away, the eevee promised himself, no matter what Chester was telling him… except that not a single drop spilled from where he expected three nasty gashes in the ponyta's skin.

Eventually, the flabbergasted male pulled his paw away and stared at his shiny, bloodless claws. "W-wow… you were right. Nothing happened?"

"Exactly. It still hurts, but your claws can't harm my skin. The same holds for teeth, fists, weapons, or entire boulders. As long as they don't manage to overpower your aura and knock you out, nothing can harm you," Chester explained.

"Wait, does that also work when you fall down a cliff or something?" Ryan wondered.

"Yes. From a cliff, a window, out of the sky, you'll be fine as long as the impact isn't too hard," the Galarian ponyta replied.

Ryan gasped. "Wow, that explains so much!"

"What do you mean?" Chester asked, furrowing his brow.

"When I got flung across the grove by that trap yesterday," the eevee began to explain, gesturing wildly with a trembling paw. "I landed on solid rock, but I didn't break a single bone. I was wondering why it didn't hurt that much!"

"Ah! Right! Yes, that was your aura protecting you from harm," Chester assessed with a nod. "But promise me to never push it to the limit."

"Why? What happens if I go beyond the limit?"

"Then you pass out, and once you're passed out, you're no longer protected," the ponyta explained. "So whenever you're feeling woozy after a big blow, that's the perfect time to get yourself to safety."

"O-okay. I'll try to watch out for that," Ryan stammered, still trying to wrap his head around the fact that he was essentially invulnerable while conscious.

"Good," Chester said, only to fall quiet, pensively chewing his lip and drawing circles with his hoof.

The eevee didn't interrupt his teammate, watching and waiting with held breath for whatever Chester was about to say.

Finally, the Galarian ponyta admitted, "A-and sorry about what I said in the heat of the moment. About the badge and stuff. I just…"

"I-it's okay. I didn't expect to get a badge for saving Millie either," Ryan whispered. The sting from Chester's insult still hurt, but unfortunately, the ponyta was right. He was almost completely useless right now, barely able to fight and struggling to walk even just a few miles. "I don't deserve it."

"No, you absolutely do!" the psychic male interjected without hesitation. "Sure, you didn't have to fight for it, but Luna was completely right to award you. You went out of your way to save another pokemon, and it's exactly that sort of commitment that counts. There are other badges for fighting prowess and combat heroism, but it's not all about fighting… Also, you've shown some promising ingenuity with that driftwood! And you know what? I have just the idea of what we could do next."

"More fighting?" the eevee asked, tentative about continuing after their dismal first spar.

"No, evasion training!" Chester chirped.

Frankly, part of Ryan would've preferred to call it a day and join up with Lumi and Lily at the guild's notice board to help them find a quest. Another part of him was intrigued, though, and the Galarian ponyta's genuine excitement made him even more curious. For the first time since he joined Team Wildwoods, it didn't feel like he was inconveniencing Chester by his mere existence. Pushing through his doubts, he asked, "What's evasion training?"

"It's training to prepare you for the worst-case scenario: when you can't run or reason with your enemies and are outmatched and perhaps even outnumbered," the psychic ponyta replied. "If you can't beat them, you can still stall for time and distract them while your teammates deal with the rest. Or until reinforcements arrive. Anyway, I think that this might be a much better skill for you to train."

"Oh, and why's that now?" Ryan asked.

"Because you're small and nimble," Chester explained. "Or rather, nimbleness is the goal of the training."

"Ah, I see. And how does it work?"

"It's essentially the same as sparring training, but with flipped roles. This time, I'm the one who's attacking and you're the one who's evading, but let's do it face-to-face. That makes it easier for me to give you tips and advice."

"But how do you attack me, if not with your hind hooves?"

"I'm going to poke you with my horn," the Galarian ponyta replied with a cheeky grin.

Ryan glanced at his teammate's helical horn. "That's all I have to avoid?"

"Yes, and the training starts now," Chester nickered. Without warning, he whipped his head toward the eevee and tried to jab his side.

Surprised, but not stunned, Ryan managed to pull away in time with a squeak.

"Hey! That's not fair! I wasn't ready!" the eevee complained as he hurriedly got on his paws to put some safe distance between him and the ponyta.

Chester rose to his hooves as well and shook his fluffy mane. "You say that, but to me, it looked like you were more than ready~"

"Only thanks to my reflexes!"

"And that's what it's all about! Now come here," the psychic snorted as he lowered his head and galloped toward the eevee like a battering ram.

Of course, Ryan wouldn't make it that easy for Chester. He could see him coming from miles away, and he jumped aside just before the Galarian ponyta reached him. However, his training partner had anticipated his reaction as he abruptly halted next to him, kicking up clumps of grass and dirt with his hooves, and swung his horn at him like a sword. 

"Did you think I'd just keep going?" Chester mocked playfully.

Not that the swing managed to connect. Ryan bounced away faster than the equine could strike, and he dashed to the other side when the ponyta tried to lunge at him.

Chester was only getting started, though, and he immediately gave chase when the eevee raced away, staying hot on his heels no matter what. Sure, the psychic had told him that there were situations where running away didn't work, but right now, Ryan could feel the constant pressure from his significantly faster pursuer.

Before long, the eevee started gasping for air. Chester's relentless hunt and attacks barely gave him any time to catch his breath, and most of the time, he was too busy trying not to trip to figure out a proper escape route.

But as exhausting as the chase around the meadow was, it couldn't have been more exciting. Unlike their sparring, it wasn't a constant struggle for Ryan to deliver the weakest, most pathetic blows to Chester. No, this time he managed to stay on top because every time the Galarian ponyta swiped, stabbed, lunged, and swung at him, he dodged his maneuvers with reflexes he didn't know he had.

And it felt incredible.

All the while, Chester commented on the eevee's every move. "Ryan, try not to jump halfway across the meadow every time I get close. You're wasting precious energy."

"Hah! You're just… trying to get me…" Ryan retorted, dodging the ponyta's next dash with a squeak.

"Obviously," Chester chuckled, rolling his eyes as he circled the eevee. "But don't worry. I'll get you eventually. Once you're too tuckered out to keep bouncing around like that."

"Never!" the eevee yipped, giggling like a loon as he evaded another strike.

"Ack, get here, you…" the psychic stallion snorted. "Your reaction speed is too darn fast. I honestly didn't think that you'd be this slippery, you slippery finneon."

"Me neither! But it's great!" Ryan cheered. 

Chester's genuine compliment made the eevee swell with pride, but he couldn't savor the moment. Once again, he had to duck away from his sparring partner's umpteenth attempt at a feint and stab. That's when he noticed something odd from the corner of his eye, and the next time he dashed around the psychic ponyta, his suspicion became certainty: the other male had grown half-erect, his thick pink member bouncing and flailing violently thanks to his abrupt movements.

Was the training… arousing him?

The wild dance of the Galarian ponyta's majestic erection and all its implications distracted Ryan so much that the next time the equine started galloping after him, he tripped over his own legs and careened face-first into his partner.

Chester let out a startled neigh as his legs got entangled with the distracted furball, and both males tumbled uncontrollably across the meadow before they crashed into the nearest berry bush in a jumble of limbs and bodies.

Initially, Ryan's head was spinning too much for him to make sense of up or down, but once he started recovering his senses, he noticed something hot and heavy on top of him. It pinned him down on the grass and blocked his view, and when he took a strained breath, a familiar, but unexpectedly intense scent filled his nostrils and a salty aroma netted his lips. His eyes widened. The Galarian ponyta was lying on him upside down, burying him beneath his big, fluffy ass and even fluffier, voluminous cotton-candy tail. In fact, the other male's huge, heavy testes rested right on his face. As for the throbbing pressure against his chest? That was Chester's fat, half-hard horse cock. The round, puffy ridge in the twilight above him? That was the ponyta's plump pucker.

Overwhelmed by the surprise face-sitting, the eevee took an even deeper breath, flooding his lungs with the psychic stallion's thick, potent musk. Then he burst into an uncontrollable whine as a powerful rush of arousal washed through his body, his sheath jumping and stirring with excitement.

"Ryan, are you alright?" The eevee heard Chester's voice, muffled by his fuzzy ass cheeks. Then the Galarian ponyta got up, relieving him from the weight of his butt and body. 

Bright sunlight beamed into Ryan's face. Left blinking and groaning, he slowly made out more details of the male above him. First, he saw the stallion's massive, bloated pair of balls dangling above his head. Their dark, leathery skin glistened with the same substantial layer of sweat as the huge pink rod that hung above his chest, gently pulsing and drooling droplets of sticky clear pre onto his belly. Then he noticed the Galarian ponyta's pair of big, starry eyes peering at him in a mix of concern, curiosity, and quickly mounting excitement.

When the eevee returned his partner's gaze with a dreamy look and a bemused grin, the psychic type licked his lips and chuckled. "Never mind. It looks like you're doing great down there. Do you want me to sit back down?"

Ryan was about to nod when a chilly breeze reminded him that they were still in the meadow below the guild. "W-wait. What if anyone sees us?"

"Don't worry. We're the only ones around wide and far, and I doubt that is going to change. None of the guild's instructors are doing anything in the meadows this morning, and this is a dead end, so nobody's going to pass us on their morning stroll," Chester cooed, playfully wiggling his hips to make his bits bounce. "So what do you say? Ready for some fun after our hard training?"

"Yes!" Ryan replied, more than happy to trust the other male as he really, really wanted more of him now that he had had a first taste. At least figuratively, as he had yet to give the stallion's glorious endowments the dedicated licking they deserved.

Chester didn't keep Ryan waiting for long. Taking a step back, the psychic ponyta settled on the eevee's head. His huge, swollen testes acted like a pillow as he buried Ryan's face beneath his leathery black sheath and the base of his massive horse cock.

Once again, Ryan's vision went dark, but that only made his other senses more potent as he closed his eyes and took another deep huff of his partner's thick, intoxicating musk. Then he parted his muzzle and darted out his tongue, brushing it across the sweaty base of Chester's schlong where it emerged from his sheath to immerse his taste buds with his aroma. Gooey, hot, and salty, the divine cocktail made him moan like a bitch in heat and drool like a waterfall, his sheath straining and tensing as the first sliver of his tip pushed free.

The eevee's swelling taper didn't stay exposed to the cold morning breeze for long as the Galarian ponyta bent forward and wrapped his soft lips around the twitching, leaking taper. The tight, wet warmth of Chester's muzzle elicited a shaky whine from the submissive male, and he made him tense and tremble as he glided his tongue against the underside of his glans. Working the second most sensitive spot on Ryan's cock with noisy slurps and snorts, he effortlessly coaxed the rest of his fat fuck meat out of hiding and into his eager maw.

Meanwhile, the stallion's rod inflated to full mast as well. Ryan felt every extra inch of his partner's majestic endowment as it pulsed and shifted against his tongue and torso. Its raw weight made it increasingly difficult for him to breathe, and it soon drenched all of his fluffy chest and belly with a sticky blend of pre and sweat, mixing and ultimately overriding his own scent. Not that he minded, as his senses were already drowned out by Chester's addictive aroma, and once he overcame the initial sensory overload, he began to lavish that fat, pulsing cock meat with wild, greedy licks and slurps to satisfy his mounting craving for more.

Chester rewarded the eevee's eagerness with a muffled groan. Pulling away from his partner's now fully erect taper, he remarked with a raunchy chuckle, "Ah, I see what Lily and Lumi were raving about."

As the Galarian ponyta spoke, Ryan's cock dropped down on his belly with a wet plap. He was so big and erect now that his tip touched the side of his partner's mighty rod, and the titillating sensation fired up his licks into an even wilder frenzy.

"Arceus, you're absolutely ravenous down there. Do you like the taste of my cock this much? Does my musk turn you on that much? Good thing we trained so hard, so it's even stronger now, right?" Chester cooed, playfully rubbing his rod against the smaller male's tongue, face, and cock.

Ryan quivered with need as his dick rubbed against the stallion's meat. His partner's teasing made him quiver even harder, his whole body tingling with unbridled lust. There was something special about the stallion's casual, confident, and somewhat cocky demeanor that hit just the right spot in his brain, triggering the same urge that had wanted him topped and knotted by Lumi. All the stress and frustration from the botched first half of their training session was swept away by pleasure as he spit-washed the ponyta's fat, sweaty cock, proving himself not only decent at evasion, but a natural at servicing and pleasuring the larger male, and he poured all his passion into his worship.

The eevee's reward was a deep, guttural neigh of joy. "Good boy. Keep licking and don't mind me," Chester groaned as he continued to buck his hips, grinding his cock against Ryan's face, chest, and leaking tip with heavy snorts and growing fervor. 

With every hump, Ryan got to experience anew how much bigger, heavier, and stronger his partner was. The Galarian ponyta was hiding some impressive might and muscle under his fluffy, cotton-candy-cute exterior, and it riled the submissive male up even further. Left leaking and drooling profusely from tip and muzzle, he spread out his four legs and tail to fully surrender himself to the psychic stud. In return, he received a faceful of sweaty, swollen balls as Chester dragged his sack onto his head, giving him something else to lavish and worship while he doubled down on their reverse frotting.

"You like getting pinned down by a big, strong male?" Chester teased, now rubbing his bloated shaft against all of the eevee's taper and dominating him with the sheer, raw weight and girth of his larger breeding meat.

The comparison wasn't entirely fair, though, as Ryan hadn't reached his full size yet. His knot was still tucked away inside his sheath, but thanks to the ponyta's eager humping and raunchy whispers, his heavy musk and the salty aroma of his sweat-soaked, dripping breeding orbs, it had begun to grow, swelling and distending its fluffy, protective veil. And with Chester thrusting his flared tip against the edge of Ryan's sheath, it was only a matter of time until his knot slipped free.

As if that wasn't enough stimulation already, the stallion bent over the eevee and reciprocated his devoted tongue-washing with equally eager, sloppy licks. The psychic type danced his wet, hot taster across the eevee's bloated balls, around his snug pink pucker, and against the sensitive taint in between in an indiscriminate dance, making him writhe and moan with bliss.

The eevee tensed up, erupting with a particularly hot squeal when his partner's taster suddenly pressed against his tight pink ring. He clenched his paws in horny anticipation, but the Galarian ponyta didn't push beyond his puckered tailhole quite yet. Leaving it at a teasing slurp and kiss, he diverted his attention to Ryan's other parts, huffing and slobbering over his fluffy testicles. "Hey, don't stop. Keep licking!" the psychic type nickered at the stunned male, playfully humping his cock a little harder against him.

Chester's reminder pulled Ryan out of his stupor. He hastily went back to work, lavishing the stallion's heavy, leathery black orbs with his tongue until they dripped with his spit. Yet, he couldn't help but flinch and whimper every time his partner smooched and prodded his asshole with his slippery muscle, needily kicking out a hindleg as his horny mind was flooded with heated fantasies of getting stretched and stuffed by the stallion's giant fuck meat. It didn't matter that he had already struggled to take Lumi's petite pecker. He could only think of the snowy vulpix's blissed-out expression when he had gotten fucked completely silly by Chester on his first night at the guild, and his own expression wasn't much different as his brain melted under a merciless onslaught of licks, musk, and stimulation.

While the eevee's ass wasn't ready for the hung ponyta's cock yet, he was more than ready for his tongue. Two more times, Chester teased him with his taster before he whispered, "Good boy. Now relax and open up for me."

Without hesitation, Ryan took a deep breath of his partner's sweaty, musky ballsack and loosened up with a shaky moan, remembering everything that Lily had taught him yesterday.

Chester immediately seized the opportunity, plunging his wet, long taster into the eevee's ass. He delved much deeper than Ryan was prepared for, effortlessly amplifying his moan into a guttural cry of pleasure as he pressed his tongue against his pleasure button, working and squeezing it for a few glorious seconds. Then he shifted from a deep wiggle into a forceful tongue-fuck, thrusting it in and out with all his might and passion.

Ryan shook and squealed with ecstasy as his asshole got stuffed by the Galarian stallion's slippery muscle, and he reflexively wrapped his paws around his partner's powerful hind thighs. He could only imagine what it would feel like if the ponyta put those bulging muscles under his silky fur to use. How it would feel when he mounted him, stretched him, railed him. The thought carried him close enough to the edge that his fat, pulsing knot slipped out of his sheath with an audible shlorp, his entire taper a glowing, veiny red in desperate need of relief.

But before the eevee passed the point of no return, Chester suddenly extracted his tongue from his asshole, leaving his spit-soaked ring fluttering and painfully empty. "Looks like someone is getting awfully close," the Galarian ponyta chuckled. Licking his lips, he pulled away from Ryan's crotch and knotted taper and sat up straight, no longer humping the smaller male either. "So, so close, but I don't think I want you to cum quite yet."

Ryan had no words to express how close he was. Only a high-pitched, desperate whine escaped him, betraying his overwhelming need for relief as his whole cock throbbed in anticipation of one final bit of stimulation to set him off. Chester, however, avoided touching his leaking, aching rod at all costs as he shifted forward even further and planted his massive rump on his face, pressing his thick, puffy black butthole up against his muzzle in a wordless, yet crystal-clear request.

It was time for the eevee to return the favor, and he didn't wait for a single heartbeat of his pounding heart to indulge his partner, circling his tongue around that fat, plump donut with a wet slurp and moan. It smelled and tasted familiar, in many ways reminding him of the ponyta's sweaty nuts and cock. Yet, the aroma that smothered his taste buds was so much rawer and earthier, and the musk that enveloped his face and clogged his nostrils was so much thicker and richer, brimming with a cocktail of scents and pheromones that flooded him with glowing heat and made him drool uncontrollably. Saliva spilled down his flaps and cheeks as he didn't just lick Chester's pucker, but worshiped every inch within his reach with fervent, mindless abandon.

"F-fuck, I didn't think you could get even more eager," the Galarian ponyta moaned with rolled-back eyes. "Tell you what. If you shove that lovely tongue of yours inside my ass and keep going like that, I'll let you cum."

Ryan honestly didn't need any encouragement to push his taster into Chester's plump pucker. Nevertheless, the promise of relief fired him up so much that he shoved his tongue as deep into that sweaty hole as he could, only stopping once his lips met that pulsing ring in a sloppy smooch. That didn't mean he had nothing more to offer, though. No, he had only gotten started, fervently wriggling his muscle inside the ponyta's ass while sucking on the puffy rim until that delicious butthole clenched and tightened in a frenzy.

"Oooh yes, that's good," the psychic stallion sighed. Sitting back, he relished the eevee's wild, aimless slurps with his swollen breeding meat flexing and oozing pre all over. Eventually, he did make good on his promise, though, and splayed his forelegs so he could bend down and lavish both his own tip and his partner's knotted cock with wet licks and kisses.

Ryan arched up and moaned with shaky delight as Chester tended to his achingly erect member. Pausing his passionate worship for just a moment, he then doubled down, licking, sucking, and slurping the Galarian ponyta's ring inside and out in an even sloppier, wetter furor, drooling, moaning, and whining with pure bliss. His ecstasy grew even greater when his partner coiled his tongue around his schlong, lifted it up, and glided it back inside his muzzle, enveloping inch after inch with hot, welcoming tightness until his lips met his knot. 

A horny snort filled the eevee's ears. Then Chester pushed down all the way, taking his knotted cock to the hilt, and when the psychic stallion started swallowing, wrapping his tongue and lips tightly around that sensitive bulb, Ryan erupted into a mind-shattering orgasm. All his backed-up arousal unraveled in a muffled howl and a rush of heavenly relief swept through his brain and body to leave nothing than bliss, overloading his senses and making him freeze with all four paws clenched and tongue buried to the hilt inside his partner's tight, sweaty asshole, steeped in his intoxicating scent and aroma. 

As Ryan succumbed to the Galarian ponyta's affections, the divine sensation of his partner's throat caused his entire abdomen to tense with almost painfully intense contractions. His bloated balls literally jumped up, clenching and churning vigorously with pent-up seed, and his cock flexed and pulsed even harder, his body desperate to shoot his thick, gooey load deep into Chester's eager, hungry maw, spurt after spurt. The fact that the stallion actively swallowed his cum, the insides of his muzzle tightening around his squirting rod as he gulped, catapulted the eevee into even higher spheres of bliss and exacerbated his explosive eruption into a torrential volley of wet, sticky relief.

Perfection once again. First Lily's spade, then Lumi's ass, Lumi's knot, and now all of Chester on top of him, the eevee lost himself in another otherworldly orgasm, drunk on the rush of relief and pleasure. This was so good. So much better than it had any right to be, and if it hadn't been for such pesky nuisances like post-nut clarity, recovery phases, or the need to eat, drink, and sleep, he would've never wanted this to end. At least the time he spent intertwined with the ponyta felt like a wonderful eternity of nothing but mindless, ecstatic spurting and moaning.

Halfway through Ryan's blissful rush, movement came into his partner. Chester pulled his muzzle away from his taper and his ass away from his face, taking away both his delicious, puffy pucker and his heavenly throat at once. The eevee whined with disappointment, but he couldn't hold it against his partner as the Galarian ponyta had yet to cum. 

"So close. About to cum," the stallion groaned. The eevee's passionate rimjob had gotten him to a point where his tip had flared and his entire log of breeding meat flexed in anticipation, but it wasn't quite enough. Thus, he took what he still needed with reinvigorated humps, vigorously thrusting his fat schlong across Ryan's face, chest, and entire underside while the eevee's own taper flailed around aimlessly, splattering ropes of sticky seed on himself, his partner, and everything around them.

Finally, Chester thrust far enough to shove his glans against the eevee's spurting cock, pushing it down between his hindlegs and redirecting his messy spurts toward his tail and the patch of grass and flowers beyond. Then he tossed back his head, his sparkling, cottony mane billowing and bouncing as he erupted with a thundering neigh and joined Ryan in his mindless high.

With the Galarian ponyta on top of him, the eevee received a perfect view of his partner's furiously flexing asshole and his audibly clenching, gurgling nuts as his twitching horse meat fired out the first spurt of cum.

Squirting in unison and in the same direction, the two males painted a large patch of the meadows with their stringy, gooey semen. However, Ryan's climax eventually began ebbing from the lack of stimulation, his spurts diminishing into a dribble, while the Galarian ponyta started to hump him with a horny snort. Dragging his bloated, flexing log of fuck meat all the way back to the eevee's face, the psychic stallion splattered his partner's whole underside and hindlegs with hot, sticky cum before working the mess deep into his fur with needy, forceful thrusts and heated huffs, turning him into his personal cumrag after he had already turned him into his sweatrag.

The shameless marking rekindled the eevee's orgasm for another blissful moment, eliciting a few more powerful spurts from his crimson tip before his sack was completely drained. Then he slumped back and let out an exhausted, but satisfied sigh as his mind-shattering climax was succeeded by a warm, blissful afterglow. He didn't even care that the Galarian ponyta had turned him into a shaking, sticky, and dripping heap of fur.

On the contrary, after Chester's outburst, this felt like the best apology and most genuine show of appreciation Ryan could've expected from the other male. It got even better when the cotton candy stallion climbed off of him and dropped down beside him, cuddling up to him with one foreleg wrapped around his chest and his swollen, sweaty, and still languidly spurting rod pressed against his side.

"That was a lot of fun," Chester said, nuzzling and licking the eevee's cheek.

"Y-yes. This was amazing," Ryan replied with a dopey grin on his muzzle.

Chester's expression dimmed a little and he abashedly smacked his lips. "Also, I hope I didn't make too much of a mess of you. I got a little carried away at the end."

"No, don't worry. It's fine. Heat of the moment and all," the eevee chuckled, lazily dipping a paw into the sticky, goopy mess on his chest. Then he moved it up to his nose and gave it a sniff and a lick with a horny shiver and moan. "Honestly, I think I like this."

"Me too. Speaking of the heat of the moment, again, I'm sorry that I went off on you. I shouldn't have… pushed so hard," Chester apologized with a low whisper and drooping ears.

Ryan felt a slight sting in his chest as he was reminded of the Galarian ponyta's fit of anger, but it was much weaker than it had been earlier. He turned to the other male, peered into his big, starry eyes for a moment, and finally nodded. "It's okay. Just… tell me when something is wrong before blowing up on me in the future, alright?"

"Absolutely! I'll only push as hard as you can handle, especially since I now have a better idea of your strengths. I don't think we'll get far with training attacks, but you show a lot of promise when it comes to distracting opponents," Chester replied, his praise warming Ryan even more than his sweaty, sticky hug. But that was nothing compared to what the eevee experienced when the Galarian ponyta leaned toward his ear and whispered with the smuggest grin, "Not to mention that you make for a perfect cum and sweat rag, you little musk slut. You fit perfectly into the team between Lily and Lumi, and I can't wait for the day you're ready to take my big, fat cock up your cute, fluffy butt~"

Ryan trembled and gulped with a burning blush on his cheeks as Chester's words sent a thrilling tingle through him. The Galarian ponyta was reading him like an open book, knowing his lewd desires better than he knew them himself. It excited him more than he wanted to admit, keeping him rock hard and throbbing while the stallion's member was already halfway back inside his sheath.

"Good boy," Chester chuckled, giving the flustered eevee a playful peck on the cheek before he pulled away and got up on his hooves. "Anyway, let's hop into the river and clean up. I know a perfect spot in the reeds over there. After that, we can head back to the guild and check out what mission Lily and Lumi found for us."