Breeding A Legendary Clone
Verra could barely contain herself, walking into the vast cloning chamber with a big smile on her face and a colorful blush already forming along her cheeks. She walked with a bit of a spring in her step, adjusting her lab coat, with the familiar sound of her high heels echoing slightly as they met the smooth, clean lab floor. The gray-feathered phoenix took a moment to admire the complex machinery that filled the lab with its ethereal neon-green glow and peaceful humming… Then she looked back to beckon today’s lucky volunteer.
“Don’t be shy, darling~!” She called out to him with a bit of a flirty tone, hearing his careful steps just outside the lab. “Your assistance will be greatly appreciated, so just come over here and let’s not waste any time, hm~?”
Soon enough, Verra’s volunteer for this intense experiment would peek his head into the lab before approaching her slowly. Assistant, volunteer, test subject, partner… however he chose to call it, White Fire never missed a chance to help with Verra’s experiments. He had some slight trouble fitting through the doorway, though, bumping against its sides on accident.
“Oh, sorry, sorry!” He seemed a bit flustered, scritching his cheek with his wing. “I’m still getting used to this… shape…”
Indeed, White Fire looked very different from his usual form. He towered over Verra, a huge yet cuddly mass of white and blue, and his heavy yet careful stomps carried him far, only needing to take a few steps to catch up to Verra.
Why, if not for the cute tuft of hair on his head, he’d look just like any other Lugia!
And the sight of it did amuse Verra. She chuckled eagerly as he loomed above. He shifted in place, lowering his neck to greet her proper. “…So, uh, is there a reason I’m needed in this specific form?” He asked curiously.
“Certainly, certainly!” Verra petted her dear assistant, rubbing his big head and soft cheeks. “Just to keep things brief, we could always use new, strong clones around here, and research, and adjustments, and firsthand knowledge… And we happen to need a cloning procedure for a Lugia today, one that would make very good use of your seed~!”
White Fire felt a bit of a shiver, hearing this, but admittedly, he happened to be very good at this — he happily accepted the offer, after all, as embarrassing as it may be to… donate for it. “Right, right!!” He chirped cutely, in a way that really contrasted with his massive, elegant body. “Just tell me what to do, and I’ll help out as much as I can!” He puffed up his chest a little, wanting to look proud despite being very obviously flustered as well.
“Oh my~ So eager already?” Verra playfully teased him, sliding a wing along his oversized thigh. “This’ll be quite easy, then! Now be a dear, before we do anything else, link up with me, okay hun~?”
A psychic link… Whatever the process for this experiment was bound to be, Verra wanted to feel all of it as well, without even the need of touching herself. White Fire happened to be very adept at it thanks to his Lugia form; he stood quietly and focused, and his pretty blue eyes began to show a subtle warm glow.
Slowly, his and Verra’s mind became increasingly intertwined, like loose strings being attracted closer and connecting together, forming a strong, comfortable bond. Strong enough that one’s senses would be instantly shared with the other…
Verra confirmed it worked right away, feeling White Fire relax when the linking was complete. Just to be thorough about it, the Lugia pressed a wing against his chest and slid it softly, a sensation that was also shared with Verra, making her blush and chuckle.
“Not bad, darling~!” She cooed; she could even feel her own reassuring taps on the Lugia’s side. “Now, how about we get to the fun part, hm?”
With an excited smirk, Verra guided White Fire to the nearest cloning machine, one of dozens and dozens that decorated this expansive lab. It had to be empty, of course, nothing but comfortable whirring, bright-green liquid, and stray, fizzling bubbles inside its tube. Its warmth radiated from up close, all the way down to its base, a black, rubbery and elastic barrier that concealed the liquid safely.
These two had put these pods to good use plenty of times by now, though it wasn’t every day that White Fire was asked to do something as unsubtly naughty as this…
“Now, darling,” Verra went on, already huffing at the thought of witnessing this, “I’m gonna need you to give this one your seed! Can you do that for me, hm~?”
White Fire’s cheeks turned bright red, and he darted his eyes towards the warm, rubbery pod, looming above it with a pent-up expression. Further down, he could feel something poking out and into view: his huge, tapering dick made its debut for the day, already throbbing at the thought of getting some good use.
“I-I can do that…!!” He squeaked right away, already wrapping one of his big, strong wings around the tube for a better grip. The tip of his dick was poking at the rubbery pod, already sensing it shift and increase its malleability in preparation for his grand entrance.
Verra took a hurried breath. “Theeere you go… And take your time with it, hun! We’re gonna need this sample to be — huff — as big as you can make it~!” This started to sound less like a scientific experiment and more like a bout of self-indulgence. But, as was often the case in this laboratory, it happened to be both.
And White Fire signed up for it without hesitation.
The massive Lugia slid his appropriately huge dick inside the pod, a delightfully slow and slippery entry into the goop. Its warm, rubbery texture gave way and swirled and tugged just slightly as White Fire found his way in, feeling the bubbly liquid inside it as more of his length got past the squishy, latex-like barrier.
And Verra absolutely felt all of this too. “A-Ah, all good so far, mm-hmm~!” She stood in place and watched closely, albeit shuddering a little from the rush of sensations that spread across her body. No matter the difference in size or genitals or tactile response, she felt all of it, as if she was the one grinding her crotch against the gooey pod.
She kept a close eye on the Lugia’s cautious thrusts; she could tell White Fire was holding back, though nowhere near the point where such restraint was really necessary. And she may not have had the urge to disrobe in front of him, but she couldn’t help herself to some touching of her own, anyway… The phoenix slid a wing between her thighs and let another massage her chest, letting out hushed noises and entertained moans.
“Verra, I-I’m feeling those too…!” In the meantime, those sensations transferred to White Fire with surprising accuracy, making him even more pent up than he already was. His length slid in and out of the slippery base, making lewd, wet noises as it gripped his dick.
Shhhlllpppp, ssplrrt, shlpp, schrrp…
And on the other end of things, inside the tube, White Fire could see his throbbing dick sloshing and swaying against the warm liquid, occasional bubbles sliding up against it, tensing him up even more.
He felt short of breath, and he gripped the tube with both wings, his hips bucking and shaking. “V-Verra,” he spoke softly, looking to the side to lock eyes with her. “…M-May I??”
Verra was still busy rubbing herself down, her right wing squeezed hard between her thighs as she let out a noisy moan. It made the Lugia shiver too, his cheeks coated in a cute shade of deep red.
“…Oh~?” She suddenly perked up, however, not even bothering to slow her own rubs. “A bit too early, isn’t it, darling?” Verra chuckled and raised an eyebrow, giving him a flirty stare. “Like I said, it’s gotta be a big sample! So don’t go letting it out until I say so, hmm~?”
White Fire held onto the warm tube tight, and let out an impatient little moan…
The Lugia would have to try his hardest to pace himself. Every thrust into the gooey pod, every inch of his needy tapering dick sliding inside it and meeting the fizzy, warm embrace of the liquid inside… These efforts had to be carefully measured — like trying to fill a cup to the brim without spilling a single drop.
Verra also felt every moment of this, of course, though she seemed to have a better grasp on how to hold back. The phoenix idly slid a wing against the comfy fabric of her top and skirt, while her other wing brushed against her inner thighs and squeezed them playfully. Even with all the layers of clothing in the way, she had no trouble working herself up…
And yet, as soon as she’d feel herself getting close to finishing, she’d slow her fondles to a crawl, letting out a coy little chuckle and eyeing her much larger, much needier counterpart. White Fire’s shaky thrusts into the machine’s base lent more than enough arousal for her, of course, and she was adamant on not letting him get to that point until she said so.
“Hah… How are you holding up, darling, hm~?” Verra teased him, looking up at the cute trembling Lugia with a smirk. She’d gotten quite the blush by now, and she looked only slightly disheveled, something White Fire noticed right away when he made eye contact with his beloved phoenix again.
“Verra, it’s— it’s a lot, h-haha…” He blurted out, panting and resting his head against the sturdy yet flexible glass of the glowy tube. “Th-The psychic link makes it… kinda hard to hold it in, huh??” He let out a nervous but affectionate laugh, the kind that comes out when you’re really enjoying yourself but don’t want the fun part to end…
“Oh, I bet~!”
Verra didn’t let up on the teasing, though she did sense White Fire’s genuine appreciation for playing such an… active role in this experiment. She also noticed something quite encouraging, though. As the Lugia carefully slid most of his dick out of the noisy, goopy pod, he was now throbbing constantly. His length showed a steady rhythm of twitching, wet with a mix of that liquid inside the pod and the pre that had already slipped out of his tip. The black rubbery substance wrapped around it tugged firmly, leaving wet gurgly noises in its wake as White Fire’s dick pushed a bit further inside, taking it oh so delightfully slow…
Maybe these signs meant it was time to indulge the cute Lugia.
Verra wasn’t subtle about it. Her wing slid up her thighs and began to rub through her panties, right against her dripping pussy. At the same time, the stimulation transferred to White Fire, too, and he let out a squeaky gasp, laying a tight grip around the tube while his dick slid all the way inside the pod again in one slow, smooth thrust…
“V-Verra!” White Fire called to her, clearly flummoxed but totally enjoying himself. “I’m not gonna last long, sorry— mmmrf~…!” He barely seemed embarrassed by the silly moans he was letting out…
The phoenix let out a giggle. “I’ll be the judge of that, darling~!” Her own rubs didn’t let up. She slid a finger along the outline of her slit, wet with her own juices leaking through her panties. The hurried breaths she drew alongside those indulgent motions were a clear sign that they’d both gotten a lot closer to finishing…
“A-Ah!!” White Fire braced himself; the rubbing was translated with ease, its sensations instantly shared with his dick, making those mighty thrusts feel so much more intense, waves of pleasure crashing onto the Lugia… So he felt the need to ask again, with a much shakier tone this time. “Verra, m-may I??”
Verra didn’t answer; instead, she let the sensations do the talking. She sped up the slick fingering and rubbing through her panties, and took turns fondling her boobs with her other wing. With a delighted chuckle, she locked eyes with the Lugia, barely able to stay upright from the pleasure-fueled blazing fire raging within her. She knew neither of them would be able to hold this one back, so it was, in effect, her way of giving him permission…
But saying it out loud really hit the spot, though.
“Go on~!” She encouraged him, not stopping herself for even a moment. “Let it alllll out, darling…”
White Fire let out a loud groan, and it echoed across the vast lab. He stomped against the floor hard, trying to get himself into a good position to avoid falling over when the climax hits. He slammed his oversized hips against the rubbery pod, hearing every squish and bloop as he went all out on it. His dick felt that gooey barrier glide across it and responded with furious throbs, intensifying and speeding up and getting deeper and deeper inside the pod and squeezing out strings of pre into the green liquid until…
“Mnnnrf~!! Ah—!!”
There was so much of it. Thick, huge spurts of Lugia seed spilled inside the tube, one after the other, and each one was bigger than the last. The sharp tingles across White Fire’s spine made him shudder and let out relieved groans, though these were much noisier than before, arguably more fitting for a Lugia like him. “R— RAAAAWR~!!” He even let out a few rather feral roars by instinct, though those did fluster him quite a bit afterwards…
Verra somehow managed to stay upright throughout all this, the combined climaxes rocking her body hard, though she did lay a wing against a nearby pod to keep herself steady. “O-Oh my~! Mnnnf~” It was the sight of it all, though, this massive, strong Lugia breeding with the cloning pod in preparation for the next step, that made her the most aroused. The phoenix squeezed out some delighted moans and huffed as she kept grinding her wing against her wet crotch. The clacking of her high heels as she wobbled in place was borderline silent compared to the big, thumping steps White Fire had to take…
Those pumps of thick Lugia cum slowed down eventually, leaving a half-erect dick twitching slightly inside the machine’s pod, and a very tired Lugia barely able to hold onto its glowy tube. White Fire would, of course, have a very up-close view of his own seed being carried upwards by a sudden current within the tube. It flew along the liquid and out of view once it had reached the ceiling, and judging by the big grin on Verra’s face, there was more than enough of it to count as a sizable, healthy sample…
Of course, both Verra and White Fire knew the process by heart at this point. A nearby computer interface showed analysis of the DNA sample, quickly deducing that a Lugia clone would be created from it; its massive dark silhouette, with wings spread wide, was a tantalizing preview of the scientific miracle this machine would quickly create.
“Ooooh~! Here it comes~ Aren’t you glad you helped out with this one, darling?” Verra was giddy at the thought, barely able to restrain herself, even while still recovering from such a thunderous climax.
“H-Heh, I’m just glad it was enough…!” White Fire could barely think, let alone talk, slumped on the lab floor as soon as his dick slid out of the goopy pod with a noisy shhlrrp. He fanned himself with his huge wings, his tuft of hair swaying against the makeshift breeze.
He happened to have a great view of the action again, though.
In a matter of minutes, Verra and White Fire would witness the fruits of their labor. From up above, a torrent of translucent bubbles concealed an enormous guest, carrying it downwards via the very same tube that White Fire had so eagerly used as a breeding mount. As the bubbles dissipated, the Pokemon within it fully came into view…
A huge, pristine Lugia, decorated with those distinctive clone markings, descended along the tubing, curled up and in stasis, resting comfortably as it came to a stop just above the machine’s black pod and floated in place. Its size made the tube bulge to an astonishing degree, though the flexible glass itself handled it with ease. It appeared to be just slightly larger than White Fire’s current form, which was already impressive.
The phoenix and her assistant admired their new creation, and they both seemed to be quite awed — and perked up, actually…
It was truly a work of art. It stirred only slightly in its bubbly slumber, no doubt dreaming of soaring in the skies already. The faint blue striped markings along its white body took on a soft, green hue within the glowing liquid. This Lugia clone, as dormant as it was, seemed just aching to be let out into the world…
Verra was already full of ideas about what to do next. But a very particular one seemed to cross her mind, and it made her visibly giddy with excitement. It certainly helped that she was still aroused to no end, idly rubbing her thighs together where she stood. She approached White Fire, massaging his cute round belly as she made her offer.
“Y’know, darling~,” she spoke in a soft, sultry tone, “I’m more than ready for the next phase of this experiment… You mind helping me out, hm? Juuuust a little more~?”
“I-I don’t mind at all! Count me in!” The docile Lugia answered quickly. He pulled himself up somewhat to sit upright, leaning on the nearby pod. There was no way White Fire would refuse such an offer, though he was very curious as to whatever she had in mind. Was she planning to link with this Lugia clone, perhaps? Or something more… unusual?
Frankly, he didn’t even have to ask. Even with each other’s psychic link stopped for now, he could already tell what Verra wanted, judging by the pleasure-hungry look on her eyes. She slid her wings along the machine’s rubbery base; it had already morphed back into a mostly solid, if elastic, substance.
What Verra wanted, most of all, was to feel the birth of this mighty clone firsthand.
“Link me with this machine, hun~.” The phoenix asked firmly, though she was undeniably flustered by the idea already. “When this stud makes it out — and it’s about to — every sensation of it will be transferred to me~!”
White Fire understood what Verra wanted well enough. She’d feel the thrill of giving gooey, artificial birth to this Lugia clone, and he was enough of an expert in psychic linking that even the slightest hint of pain would be suppressed. Still, though, he had no idea what to expect from a link like this, only that the sensations might be overwhelming for his dear Verra if she’s not prepared for them…
The Lugia drew in a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He extended one of his big wings to Verra, waiting for her to grip it firmly before his eyes began to glow, a little brighter than last time, almost enough to dwarf the neon green glow across this entire lab…
“…That’s it. I almost got it…” White Fire was in deep focus. Getting ahold of an inanimate object, surprisingly, was harder than doing the same for a living thing. But he got a grasp of this cloning machine right away, and intertwined it with Verra’s mind with such smooth efficiency that the results were immediate.
“O-Oh my~! That’s a fun feeling, for sure…!” Verra felt a shiver that made her smile wide. Her Lugia assistant had brushed its wing against the pod’s bumpy base, and for the phoenix it felt as if she was having her back rubbed oh-so-tenderly under her clothes. She was already getting all worked up over this again, a wing once again wandering down her body, and she hadn’t even gotten to the really, really fun part yet.
To kickstart this phase of the experiment proper, White Fire only had to do a tiny bit more work. He pressed a wing against the machine’s warm, bulging tube and made a very brief connection with the clone sleeping inside, just enough that its silent stasis would be disturbed.
It opened its eyes suddenly, curious and attentive. Even through the foggy barriers of glass and liquid, it could spot the relatively small phoenix staring right at it, and the Lugia in a cute sitting pose next to her.
Verra could barely control herself. “Oooooh, isn’t it such a delight~? The culmination of today’s experiment, awakened and healthy and so happy to see us~?!” She squealed with delight, giving herself a tight winged hug. But she knew this clone’s proud debut into the world would be a lot more intense than usual…
And sure enough, the process began right away. The clone Lugia, still curled up tightly, descended even further and out of view as a slight current pushed it downwards. It rested at the very bottom of the machine, making its pod bulge almost as dramatically as the tube once did.
Even the tiniest movement inside the machine could be felt by Verra… The phoenix drew a slight, rushed gasp and smiled once she noticed a sensation of fullness deep inside her. The psychic link made it feel so intense, so genuine, like the phoenix herself was ready to give birth to this behemoth of a clone. Along with it, she felt the urge to lay a wing near where her womb is and brush against it gently.
The slightest twitches inside the machine — those of a clone getting into position, steadying itself against the pod’s rubbery walls, yearning to be set free already — made Verra weak at the knees. Her mind interpreted them as playful squirms and shifts inside her own womb, and it made the phoenix let out a fascinated, amused giggle... She could even feel the weight of this clone Lugia within her, every little bump and push carrying plenty of heft with it, as well as the hunch that its release was imminent. She was shaking with anticipation, taking hurried breaths and using whatever time she still had to find the perfect spot to witness this special moment… Though time was short for sure.
WHIIIRRRR…
A faint light shined under the pod’s rubbery base for a second. Its walls began to morph, turning from sturdy solid into a flexible, goopy substance. Verra could hardly describe what that felt like, but her body language did the talking. She gasped sharply and then let out a noisy sigh, wobbling in place as she almost lost her footing.
…That’s when the fun REALLY started.
The clone began to make its grand entrance. It emerged head-first; its cute beak was the first thing that poked out of the gooey black pod, penetrating its slippery barrier with a lewd, unmistakable noise. SSHHHLRRRP… It peeked its head through it enough that it could finally see the outside world for itself, blinking hard to get used to its first hint of fresh air.
“Mrrrrp…” It let out a cautious, yet reverberating chirp at first, as if clearing its throat before its first attempt to speak proper. Only a second later, it followed it up with a defiant roar, one that made it clear a new Lugia was aching to be set free: “…RRUUUUU—!”
“Ghhheh— Ahh!! O-Oh, goodness—!!”
Verra, meanwhile, hadn’t even gotten to that first poke through the gooey latexy base before she crumpled to the floor, legs shaking and naughty juices dripping nonstop through her panties. She covered her face with her wings in a hurry, unable to stop moaning and chuckling and gasping her way through this furious rush of sensations. She only had the strength to peek between her fingers to see the clone Lugia sloooowly make its careful attempts to slip through the cloning pod.
“V-Verra!” White Fire, of course, couldn’t help but worry for his darling phoenix, as much as she seemed to be enjoying herself. He got up fast, stomping loudly on the floor. He was careful not to touch her, admittedly, to avoid adding even the tiniest stimulation to her horny throes. He wouldn’t want to bring her to such a super-early orgasm… “If it’s too much, I-I can stop the link, okay—”
“Oh, don’t you dare stop it, daaarliiiing~!!” She let out a noisy request, panting, fanning herself, spreading her legs as far apart as she could… “I can — huff~ — I can handle it, please keep it goiiiiing~!”
…White Fire sure felt something stirring awake, too. The sight of Verra like this, totally lost in pleasure, had gotten to him. His length slid into view again with an unsubtle throb; even if he wasn’t linked to either Verra or the cloning machine, just witnessing this unfold was enough to get him flustered beyond belief.
The Lugia figured he might as well… His beloved phoenix was having a great time, after all! White Fire, against his initial instincts, sat back down near Verra, finding a good spot to see both her horny throes and the clone Lugia’s birth. And right away, he wrapped a wing around his twitchy dick, teasing its tip and feeling that drop of pre stick to his finger… It made him let out a relieved exhale, loud as you’d expect from a Lugia.
And the clone had no reason to relent. As its long neck slid through the gooey barrier with wet, gurgly sounds, it roared with a little more enthusiasm each time, clearing its throat, making its new presence known. “RRRRUUUUG-!!” The sides of the gooey base began to bend and shift; the clone Lugia’s wings longed to be set free and spread wide.
It kept them squeezed closely to its massive body, and eventually there was enough of the clone’s fresh, clean body outside of the pod that it felt an opening for those mighty wings. One after the other, careful and slow, they slid past the barrier, only a slight tug against them — SSSHHHLLP~ — as if the pod wanted to spend just a little more time incubating and soothing this lovely specimen.
“AH~!! Oh my, oh my~!! Th-That’s— mnnnrf~”
Verra’s mind could barely process what was going on, though the important parts were definitely easy to understand. The spreading and tugging and sliding through the gooey pod translated into such overwhelming, strange and new sensations for the phoenix that she was overcome with lust, left squirming on the lab floor and too overstimulated to even think about touching herself.
She was full-on panting, too hot and bothered to function, but she could at least witness this clone Lugia’s arrival from a rather intimate distance, close enough that she felt the breeze against her face when one of its wings was freed and swooshed up high to stretch. Such a stud… At least this, she could wrap her mind around perfectly, the familiar sight of a new clone showing its strength right out of the gate. It made her chuckle, even through all the rushed breaths and full-body tingles.
And seeing Verra like this… It was otherworldly for the needy Lugia. “Oh, V-Verra… I’m glad you’re having fun with this— nnnf…!” He blurted out, a wing still wrapped around his length and pumping up and down. He used his other wing to play with the tip, more and more pre soaking his crotch, and run a finger down from top to bottom, to coax out as much warmth as he could.
Huffing and releasing cute groans, White Fire pressed a wing against his cheek, and rubbed his head, hair tuft peeking through his huge fingers. Every little nudge and adjustment came with thumping and rumbling expected of a Lugia his size. He felt a sharp tingle lure out an unusually harsh throb of his dick, and knew he was almost there…
“RRRRUUUUUG—! Rrrrrp, rrrrraaaawr…!!” The clone sensed it. That goopy, black substance tugged just slightly at its wide hips, but they, too, made their way out of the pod smoothly. That enormous gap widened just a little more… And the rest of its massive body found it very easy to exit from there on out. SSHHHLRP… One thigh, then the other, each carrying with it a strong leg and a booming stomp as it took its first proper steps into its new domain.
The last teasy part of this gooey birth was, of course, the clone Lugia’s long, thick tail, swaying a bit as it penetrated the goop, moving from that green liquid environment to the brisk air of the lab… It took its sweet time being tugged past the latex-like muck, before it was freed with a quick little SLRP!
“O-O-Oh!! Wait, th-that’s— hhahhh~ MNNNRF~!!”
Verra had no way to prepare for this moment. The bending and tugging and swirling of this pod all felt exactly like it belonged to her body, like she was the one giving birth to this impressive clone, her own walls penetrated and stretched and slid against beyond comprehension. She had reached her limit, and a delightful climax was forced out all around and through her, a full-body jolt that made her eyes roll up and her moans become uncontrollable.
She squealed so loud it might’ve woken up a clone or two if the other pods were occupied, and she twisted on the floor so filled with arousal it made her lightheaded. Her pussy leaked and spilled so much a small puddle had formed on the lab floor, drops sprinkled here and there from the force of her orgasm.
“O-Oh gosh… Verra, that must’ve felt so… So… A-Ah~! One sec~!!” White Fire may not have felt any of that, but witnessing it unfold with such intensity was stimulating enough. The Lugia bucked his hips and braced himself, then let out big, thick spurts all over the lab floor, carrying with them shaky moans that, even backed by a Lugia’s loud roars, were rivaled by the phoenix’s orgasmic noises. It may not have been used as a sample this time around, but it was still impressive enough, leaving the Lugia throbbing and taking tired breaths as he once again slumped down and took a breather…
Verra certainly needed the rest, too, once this psychic link had finally been stopped. She was left trembling on the floor, exhausted yet satisfied beyond words, with her legs still spread, and soaked. The machinery behind her whirred quietly, morphed back into a solid state like nothing happened. Even from this view, she could see the clone Lugia stomping and rumbling towards the lab’s exit, strutting with such earned confidence as it likely headed to receive instructions from Mewtwo himself… The mere thought it made her swoon and let out a deep exhale.
Soon enough, though, she felt a massive pair of wings gently scoop her off the wet floor and lift her; White Fire had rested just enough to ensure the phoenix needn’t push herself any further. The Lugia nuzzled her, still a bit wobbly from all the action just moments ago, and helped adjust her outfit a little, as it had gotten real messy for obvious reasons.
“Let’s— H-Hah… Let’s get you cleaned up, Verra. I’ll take care of the rest, if you want…!” He offered kindly.
“Oh~?” Verra still, somehow, had the energy to tease the big guy. “You gonna clean up all this, too, hmm?” She pointed to the puddles of arousal all over the lab floor, including the drops of healthy Lugia cum that were spilled so casually on it. “A bit of a shame, don’t you think, darling? That’s a lot of potent seed we could’ve used for another sample, haha~”
“Ahaha, right…!” White Fire let out a cute laugh, and he couldn’t hide his equally cute blush, a soft shade of pink among the sea of white and blue that was his huge body. “I — well, y’know… I-I could go for another round whenever you want me to!!” He chirped excitedly.
“Oh, I’m sure you could~!” Verra beckoned him closer, and once he lowered his long neck, she scritched his chin with a wing, then laid a love-filled kiss on him. For now, though, she’d appreciate the rest more than anything…
The phoenix and her dutiful assistant eventually made their exit, and the lab soon became quiet again for the time being. It lent nothing but soft whirring and ambient bubbling inside its machine’s eerie tubes, awaiting the next chance to be used to their full extent like this…