Commission for  tastytales of his characters Leaf and Cyn having some fun.

He also wrote a story for it!!:

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So, you can see my problem here.”

The Leafeon finally dragged himself out from under the Liepard’s hips, his forehead leaf flicking free from between her legs. Sweat dripped from his brow as he panted, watching the thick asscheeks wobble either side of his head with every movement either he or his mistress made. “I wouldn’t call it a problem., per say.”

“Dude, my ass could smother a legendary. If my hips get any wider I’m going to have to expand all the doors in The Den,” Cyn replied, smirking over her shoulder at what little she could see of the Leafeon. Her paw battled his tail playfully, making it twitch with each swat she gave it. “And you’re supposed to be the resident doctor. You should be telling me to stay healthy and drop all this weight.”

“Is the fat causing you any aches or fatigue problems?” The Leafeon asked, “Or any trouble breathing?”

“Just the trouble you have when I do this.” The Liepard grinned as she pushed back on the Leafeon, her cheeks spilling out either side of him as she put her full weight on him. She grinded him between her buns briefly, a gluttonous purr vibrating through her throat as her scythe-like tail swished back and forth through the air. After a few minutes she leaned forward to give him a chance to breathe.

“...Yeah, I don’t think you need to lose it,” Leaf mumbled, his ears wilting either side of his blushing face. “You wear it too well.”

“Perv,” Cyn smirked as she casually inspected her claws, the tip of her tail tapping his hazel nose. “You’re just saying that because of how much of a contribution you’ve made to it. I’m probably 15% Leafeon at this point,” The Liepard chuckled as she bounced her rear on the Leafeon’s head.

“That can’t possibly be true,” Leaf blushed.

“Honestly, at this point I’m thinking of putting your name in the middle of one of my hearts,” Cyn teased him, her tail curling around to poke the heart-shaped markings on her flank. She tapped her scythe against the widest one, then began to gently drag the tip of her tail along the center. “L-E-A-F,” she spelled his name one sultry letter at a time, purring as he squirmed under her. “That way everyone would know who’s to blame when they get hip-checked into orbit.”

“I’m flattered,” The Leafeon replied, his glasses fogged up from the heat coming off his muzzle.

“You’re responsible,” Cyn corrected him with a firm grind, “So, what’re you going to do about it, Parsley? Got a diet that’ll get me back to my normal size, or do I need to find a tattoo artist?”

“W-Well, I do have one idea. It’s a little… ‘unconventional’, but it might allow you to have prey while avoiding the calories,” The Leafeon replied as he fidgeted between her legs. The Liepard lifted her rear, allowing him just long enough to roll himself over before returning to her seated position on his face. To her surprise he squirmed lower, his forehead leaf slowly disappearing from view one inch at a time.

Suddenly she felt the cold tip of his nose against her mound. His flat tongue ran over her folds, tasting every inch of her flesh as she dug her claws into the floor. It didn’t take long for Cyn to start bucking her hips at the Leafeon, panting and purring as she rode his face. “Hff, don’t think you’re getting off that easy…” she whispered, her paw swatting at the Leafeon’s backside, “this isn’t going to make my ass any thinner.”

Leaf responded by pushing his muzzle firmly between the Liepard’s legs, his tongue dragging the walls of the fleshy passage before him. “Oh~” Cyn cocked a brow, a devious smile crossing her muzzle as she spread her legs to allow the Leafeon’s head to slide into her. “That’s… hfff, pretty smart, doc~”

She clenched as she felt his neck slip into her and shakily got to her paws, her hind legs trembling as her loins burned for more of the sensation sliding into her. The Leafeon followed her movements, lifting himself onto his paws before sitting back onto her haunches as the muscles relaxed around his neck, her juices dripping down over his shoulders. “Mmmrrow, who’s a clever boy~” Cyn cooed, adjusting her stance to accommodate her prey. “You…” she wiggled her hips in anticipation, her tail hiked high behind her.

“AaaAaaahhhh~!” The Liepard cried out as she thrust herself down, engulfing the doctor’s upper body in a single, fluid motion. She bit her lip to contain her excitement, her hips swaying as she grinded herself down on the Leafeon. She could feel the tip of his shaft poking the edge of her cooch; rock hard and dripping with precum. Cyn licked her lips as she dug her claws into the floor, her tail coiling around the Leafeon’s hind legs to pin them together.

“Mmmh, I-In you go~” she panted, her tail flicking forward to push the Leafeon along as she clenched, dragging his hind legs inside of her. With the bulk of the squirming prey inside her the Liepard lowered her front to the ground, her rear raised high to allow gravity to do most of the work. She glanced over her shoulder just in time to catch the Leafeon’s tail slipping between her folds, still flicking happily back and forth as its owner squirmed inside of her. She opened her mouth to make a witty tease, but all she could muster were a few pleasured pants and a mumbled ‘good boy.’

With one final scchllooorp the tip of the Leafeon’s tail disappeared from view, trailing down her internal walls before joining the rest of him as a bulge hanging between her hind legs. It slipped further, dangling under her and swaying gently like a hammock as the Leafeon turned himself around, rubbing the sensitive walls of her womb as he did so. Cyn collapsed onto her side with a pleasured purr, her paw touching the curved surface of her gut as she rolled over, sexual fluids dribbling from her crotch and running over the fur at the base of her tail.

“You okay in there, Leaf?” she finally asked, panting and sweating through her red and yellow fur as she laid on her back.

“Th-that was a lot easier an entry than I expected,” Leaf’s muffled voice responded. “Though I suppose given your line of work, you’d have plenty of experience with um… heh, ‘having things up here’, in a manner of speaking.”

“It’s not too late for me to send a bullet toy in after you, you know” Cyn warned him as she gave her belly a playful swat in retaliation for the comment. “Not to mention that you work at The Den too, you little snatch snack,” she added, her paw rubbing firmly against the bulge of the Leafeon’s head.

“H-ha, yes… w-well, I…” Leaf cleared his throat, pausing briefly to gather his thoughts and remind himself of why he was in there in the first place. “O-oh right, the experiment! Did it work? Do you still feel hungry?”

“Well, I do feel pretty full after that. I get the feeling one Leafeon a day would be enough to satisfy those predatory cravings while I eat normal food or whatever. I should be back to my old figure in no time, until a certain doctor plumps me back up and I have to do it all again.” Cyn purred as her paw curled under her gut and groped it softly, feeling the bulge of the Leafeon inside. “Great idea, Leaf. That’s why you’re the smartest Pokemon in Clearspring.”

“Heh… sometimes I surprise myself,” The doctor replied as he shuffled on his back until he found a comfortable way to recline inside of his mistress. “Mmmh, it’s already getting quite hot in here though.”

“You know, I don’t usually have Pokemon up there, not for very long anyway.” Cyn raised an eyebrow as she sat back on her haunches, her forepaws kneading her bloated midsection. “I wonder what’s going to happen to you? You’ve got a Reviver Seed either way, I guess.”

“Exactly. H-heh, though I’m probably not going to need it if I come out as an egg,” Leaf chuckled nervously as his paws massaged the walls of her womb. “I hope I’m still a Leafeon at least, I’d hate to have to travel all the way to Moss Rock just to evolve again.”

“Nah, I don’t think you’re going to be an egg.” The Liepard purred, a sultry grin plastered over her muzzle. She gave her gut a pat and got back to her paws, her ass lifted high as she stretched out her front. Once she was done she wandered towards the door that led to her nightclub, her tail swaying high through the air to expose herself to the customers on the other side.

“You’re gonna be an orgasm.”

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