Truth or Dare

 

Katie fumbled with her keys, the jangling bits of metal eluding her grasp, a tiny shriek escaping her as a cheeky pair of fingers pinched her bottom playfully. “Eric! Cut that out, wait until we’re inside at least! Someone might see.” Giggling, she succeeded at hooking an aubergine painted fingernail through the elusive ring, dragging the set from her purse and reaching around her lover to fit them into her front door.

 

“Then we’ll give them a show,” he retorted, a roguish grin on his lips as he pressed his body against her, teeth grazing her neck in a sensuous mark of passion. Katie bit off her sharp intake of breath, barely managing to maintain the focus required to turn the key. “You’re not ashamed of me, are you?” he murmured, a warm palm gliding across her back, his chest tight against her bosom. “Think of how kinky that would be, right here on the porch...”

 

“Not a chance, Hugo Haines!” Picturing her boyfriend with the graying salt and pepper hair of the infamous erotica magnate was amusing enough to make her giggle again. “Some of us aren’t so obsessed with bondage and handcuffs that getting arrested for indecent exposure is worth the thrill.” Her eyes sparkled as she put a hand on his cheek, tracing a slow line up through his sandy blond hair.

 

“Dunno, I saw this one video, about an officer Jenny who-”

 

“And I’m sure she was paid well for her trouble,” Katie retorted, cutting him off and giving him a playful shove inside past the lintel. “I don’t need any more reason for old Mac across the street to perv on me! Besides, it’s cold out here!”

 

Eric wrapped an arm about her waist, pulling her after him into the familiar tan hues of the entrance hall. “Sure, sure. I’m just saying. Mmm, strip searches...” His gaze swept down her body, the blue depths alight with a hungry blaze of lust, performing the action with his eyes. Katie thrilled in anticipation. “We gotta try some role-play one of these-” he cut off, starting to pull her down the entrance hall, staring over her head at something.

 

Katie’s gaze followed, landing upon a stocky figure silhouetted in the doorway to the living room, paws clasped in front of his tan furred chest, claws fiddling together nervously. Her typhlosion met her eyes, a visible wavering twitch in his gaze that she’d always noticed when he was embarrassed about something.

 

Which was nearly all the time.

 

“Hey there Tash,” Eric said, nodding at the pokémon nonchalantly, as if he weren’t discreetly fondling the fire-type’s trainer’s breasts like fruit he was checking for ripeness. “Mind letting us through, bud? Me and your trainer have some business to take care of.” A wicked grin curved his lips upward. “Need to check on her plumbing and such.”

 

“Eric!” Her giggle betrayed her true thoughts about the comment, even as she punched him in the shoulder, shivering with the sensation of her nipples hardening from the teasing. To Tash, she said, “It’s fine, sweetie. Eric and I are heading upstairs for the night, okay?”

 

She freed one arm long enough to yank the door shut and lock it, closing out the nippy February air, then shrugged her unbuttoned jacket to join Eric’s on the floor. They could be hung up later. She would never admit it, but she was practically grinding her thighs together to encourage the stirrings of arousal beneath her panties, his taboo suggestions striking some chord of exhibitionism she hadn’t realized was there. Maybe they would have to try something...

 

The burly pokémon fidgeted, not meeting her eyes, but stepped obediently aside, allowing them to pass. “Phlo. Phloaa phlo.”

 

“That’s my boy, so cute when you’re shy too!” Katie tittered, a wave of giddiness sweeping through her, whether from the lingering buzz of the wine or the rising temperature between her and Eric, it was hard to tell. She awarded her loyal companion a peck on the cheek as the two of them squeezed past, needing to stand on her tip-toes to do so. He topped her by almost a head when he stood on his hind-paws. His cheek was warm and soft beneath her lips, and seemed to flare with a rush of heat at the brief contact, the large pokémon melting back from the touch. ‘Need to keep working on that. He’s so jumpy all the time. Hmm, wonder if it might just be blue-balls? Should call a breeder sometime. Can’t hurt.’

 

“Phlo, phlosion,” he said, seeming to fold in on himself with the crushing weight of shyness, stepping back toward the couch with his paws raised. She interpreted the gesture as, “Go ahead, don’t worry about me.” Eric took the opportunity to pick up where they’d left off, circling his arms around her waist.

 

“Plumbers charge by the hour babe.”

 

Laughing, she spun to face him, pulling his head down lower to whisper in his ear. “No role-play tonight, you kinky son of a bitch. That steak and house red has me in a giving mood... and I think we can find a dessert to top off the crème brulée.”

 

He emitted a sound half way between a chuckle and an animalistic growl of lust, an idle finger toying with the waist of her skirt. If they didn’t get upstairs soon, the couch was going to have to do. She could feel the moisture seeping into the lacy bit of black satin protecting her modesty -- a special surprise she’d picked out last week. Not that it would be on long, but he had a thing for underwear.

 

“You wound me, love. Lacing such venomous words with the honey of your offer... Not to mention this sexy little body of yours...” One hand squeezed her bottom, pressing the fabric of her skirt between her cheeks and sliding up the cleft, the other wandering hand slipping under her blouse. She couldn’t hide her gasp this time, submitting to his explorations and adding a few gropes of her own. Tash was probably getting a bit of a view, but what did a pokémon care?

 

“C’mon, you know I only say that ‘cuz you’re my kinky son of a bitch,” she cooed into his ear, the hold of gravity loosening as his forearm slid behind her thighs, lifting her into his embrace. The disappointment at the lack of ability to continue her exploration of his ass was tempered by the knowledge that she’d get to see it, along with everything else, soon enough. “Now, how about getting us upstairs, you handsome stud, before I’m tempted to start ripping things.”

 

“Not a chance! I dropped way too much on this shirt. Sorry, gorgeous, you’re going to have to do it the hard way.” His lashes fluttered in an alluring wink as he swept her up the stairs, one mischievous finger or two managing to grind her skirt against the forming dampness between her legs.

 

They ascended noisily, with only minimal bumping of her dangling feet against the walls, murmured suggestions of Eric’s intended agenda outwardly eliciting giggles and insincere reprimands, while inwardly she quivered in anticipation.

 

All but falling through the bedroom door, bronzed surroundings giving way to soft blues, their lips locked tight in a steamy kiss, a hot flash rippling down Katie’s chest from the delightful brush of her lover’s soft lips. Gently, he deposited her back on the floor, gripping her tight and swaying them together as their tongues wrestled. Through her half open eyelids, she caught his glance flicker towards the door, his aggressive frenching pulling away before she’d had her fill, trailing an aggrieved groan from Katie’s lips and the lingering buzz of his flavour. “What’s wrong, hon? Out of breath already?”

 

He shook his head, nodding over her shoulder. “Nope, but looks like we’ve picked up a voyeur.”

 

Katie turned to see Tash, once again blocking the entrance, his eyes fixed on the carpet beneath his footpaws, a look on his face that suggested he would be blushing were it not for his fur. Perhaps he was in fact, but it would be impossible to see beneath that wiry coat. “Tash? Sweetie? Anything wrong?”

 

The typhlosion merely shook his head, edging further into the room, his eyes sliding away from hers. He looked as if he were regretting his evolution into such a large form, hearkening back to his days as a quilava, when he could hide under her bed whenever his incredible shyness overwhelmed him.

 

“Maybe he just wants to watch, babe,” Eric said with a devilish grin, tweaking one of her nipples through the cloth of her blouse and bra, treating her to the sensation of lacy fabric sliding across the sensitive area, and pinching fingers yanking free a moan of pleasure. “He looks like he’s enjoying what he sees. I’ll bet it’s not too often he gets a free show.” She didn’t even feel his other hand move until it was cupping her moistened mound, a tingling lance of arousal spearing her, melting her into his expert touch. Eric flashed a winning smile at the fidgeting pokémon, his own arousal making itself evident against Katie’s thigh. “Can’t say I blame you, bud,” he commented, massaging her still veiled sex unabashedly. “Your little minx of a trainer is hotter than the Lavaridge gym in August.”

 

“Ooh... Eric...” Katie panted, instinctively wishing to pull away, but unable to resist her body’s more pressing desires. “Let me... deal with him first, please? He’s just being protective, I think.” Even if he was a pokémon, the thought of her companion watching her have sex was too weird for her right now. It would be like having sex in front of her brother.

 

With obvious reluctance, Eric’s hand drew away, freeing her to turn, trembling, captive to a surge of lust spiked with a dash of alcoholic high, to address her loyal partner once again. Tash had slunk into the far corner, curling up in his high sided cloth pokémon bed, his pointed muzzle resting on the edge, peeking over. His eyes finally met hers, the crimson orbs round with a mixture of curiosity, barely controlled discomfort, and a soulful look that seemed to say, ‘I’m not in trouble, am I?’ Katie couldn’t resist laughing at that look. “Sorry, cute stuff, I guess I didn’t make it clear. We’re not exactly going to bed yet, and that means you don’t have to either. How about you take that down to the living room tonight? It’ll be... quieter, and you can keep Naialah company.”

 

Eric sniggered, and she took the opportunity to gain a fraction of payback, reaching behind her to squeeze the tent at his crotch appreciatively, enjoying the soft grunt the action elicited. “The floor show isn’t nearly as good though,” he breathed into her ear. Straining to hold her neutral expression for Tash’s benefit, Katie couldn’t help but nod in agreement.

 

The typhlosion looked as if he were caught between disappointment and relief. Meekly, he complied with the suggestion, clambering out of his rumpled bed and grabbing it by the corner, dragging the burden across the carpet with the ease only a well-muscled body can project. The eager couple waited with far less patience for their visitor to vacate, an awkward silence punctuated only by the heavy breathing of the two humans hovering over the bedroom, as Tash negotiated the bulky object through the door.

 

“Thanks bud,” Eric called after the retreating blue-furred back. “The lady likes her privacy, you know?” With a wolfish grin, he turned back to his lover.

 

_____

 

 

The cushioned walls of the bed snagged on the doorway, forcing Tash to use both paws to yank it free. His ears pricked at the sound of Eric’s voice once again, low-pitched and clearly intended for Katie’s ears alone. “But if I weren’t such a clean, upstanding sort, I would think of calling him back here to have a good time. They’re considering amending the poképhilia act you know.”

 

Tash shook his head, stumbling away from the occupied bedroom as his comfortable bed popped loose from the obstruction. Him? With Katie? And Eric? No, that was silly. He was devoted to her as his trainer of course, but to mate with her? It would be like mating with his mother!

 

He was happy to have been dismissed from the two lovers’ presence, his loyalty to Katie keeping him at her side until she permitted him to retreat. Eric was a good enough human, at least to the point where Tash trusted him alone with his trainer, and it was uncomfortable watching her act like she was in heat!

 

Sighing, the relieved typhlosion trundled slowly back down the stairs, the bed bumping along each step in his wake. He wasn’t sure which was worse. The narrow escape from a close-up view of seeing his trainer mated by her male? Or having her notice the uncomfortable stiffness between his legs. Only now was it beginning to recede, chased away by the fresher air, leaving only a trace of the exotic tang of human lust on his palate. Normal house smells, not potent arousal, musk and feminine need. Probably the latter would have been worse, he figured. The last thing he needed was more ammunition for her to tease him with. Not to mention her.

 

He reached the bottom landing, bed in tow, squeezing it through the archway into the living room. ‘Suppose I should get used to it. I guess the only surprise is that I haven’t seen it more often this past month. Katie’s been happier since he moved in too. Looks like they-’

 

“So, did you get a good view?”

 

Tash’s head whipped around to face the voice that had broken his train of thought, his claws tightening on the bed. An elegant feline form arched her back in a luxurious stretch, sidling out from her place by the kitchen door.

 

‘Speak the name of darkrai...’

 

She yawned showily, displaying needle fangs in a gesture that somehow managed to be more refined grace than lack of manners. Likely just getting up from her usual napping place, that warm heat grate next to the table. “You were up there so long, I figured you’d opted to join in,” she continued, composing her lithe form and padding casually towards him. Despite having woken up mere moments before, not a single strand of her rich purple fur was disheveled, even the thick ruff of tawny gold on her chest settled into immaculate perfection, blending seamlessly into the striking hue of her underbelly and paws.

 

“Hello Naialah,” Tash replied, dragging his bed over beside the overstuffed couch. It felt wrong to have his sleeping place down here, and it wasn’t just the way the lime green fabric clashed horribly with the furniture’s gentle cream. Another thing he might have to get used to though. At least, if he didn’t want to risk a repeat of tonight. “Did you have a good nap?”

 

“Fantastic. And you’re avoiding the question,” the lepardas replied in her most silky tone, slinking across the carpet in that curious manner of felines, one paw placed in front of the other, as if she walked upon an invisible line. She sat beside him, curling her tail neatly about her legs as she inspected him with an amused gleam in her jade eyes. “Who kicked you out, Tashi? Eric or Katie?”

 

Suppressing a grimace, Tash plunked down beside her. It was no use avoiding her, or asking her not to call him that. It would only make things worse. “Katie... Eric sounded like he wanted me to stay. And I didn’t get ‘kicked out’! I left when she asked me to.”

 

Naialah yawned again, the inhalation colouring her words. “Call it what you like, Tashi. Kicked out is kicked out, whether they do it with words or by stuffing you back into your ball.

“If you say so.” He resisted the urge to fold his arms across his chest, merely reclining against the plush softness of the couch, staring unseeingly at the silent TV on the wall. It would just make him look like he was sulking. “I’d much rather be down here anyways.”

 

“Why, Tasha!” Naialah snickered wickedly, making him cringe inwardly and glance her way again. Her slit pupiled gaze danced with mirth, her tail-tip twitching fitfully. “That’s so sweet! You couldn’t bear to be away from me?”

 

Heat rushed to his face, markedly warmer than his usual temperatures. “Not like that! Err, I mean... I-” He shook his head to clear it, stammering to regain control. “I don’t particularly like watching humans make cubs! Especially not when one of them is my human!” His paws clenched. ‘That was close.’ Her taunt bore more truth than she could know.

 

Her laughter only continued. “What’s wrong? Jealous?”

 

“What?! No! We aren’t... It’s not like...” he trailed off, sputtering, studying the pattern of the carpet, wanting to cover his burning face with his paws. Quite fascinating, how humans managed to speckle all those bits of colour into the pattern.

 

Shaking with amusement bought with his mortification, Naialah gave him a playful nudge. “Aww, I’m just joking, Tashi! Don’t take it so hard, I know you’re not a human lover. You really think they’re aiming to make cubs though?”

 

As if in answer, their ears pricked simultaneously at a muffled moan from above, the ceiling creaking softly with the weight of two bodies landing in one place. “Y-yeah... I think so.” The worst part was, Tash couldn’t prevent an all too vivid picture of the proceedings from popping up behind his eyes. Walking in on them that one time, before Eric had moved in... he’d felt like imitating a diglett and burrowing as far as he could into the floor. “A-after all, why else would they move in together? T-they’re making a nest.”

 

“You have the cutest turns of phrase, you know that?” she commented casually, inspecting a paw for any stray flecks of dirt. Apparently, it met her standards, as she lowered it and moved on to the next golden-furred limb. “Humans don’t make nests. They don’t work that way.”

 

“H-how do you know?” the question popped out before he could stop it. Curse his curiosity!

 

Her whiskers twitched, emerald eyes meeting his crimson with a knowing gleam. “I have my ways.”

 

A moment of awkward silence followed the cryptic comment, leaving Tash to stew in his own burning embarrassment and inquisitive nature. Naialah found a stray lock of fur between her toes that wasn’t quite immaculate enough, and began grooming indifferently. Tash’s ears pricked, the soft brush of her rough tongue across padded paw seeming far louder than it should. Her strokes followed a precise pattern. Two darting laps, pink tongue caressing her fur, then wiping the dampened paw over her ear and cheek. Another pair of pink flashes, another swipe across her brow. Upstairs, a rhythmic creaking began, almost directly overhead.

 

‘If she weren’t such a horrible tease, it would be easy. But the moment I even so much as hint that I like her, she’ll say something funny, and I’ll never live it down!’ The noises from upstairs didn’t help his jittering thoughts, that image of pale flesh moving in tandem flashing repeatedly in his mind, Katie’s bare legs wrapped around Eric’s hips as they bounced their hips together, wet noises pervading the room...

 

Lap, lap, swish, lap, lap swish. Tash gulped, the heat stretching across his muzzle as Naialah finished her grooming, setting the freshly cleaned paw daintily beside the other. Why was she sitting so close anyhow? With every breath, he drew in her scent -- muted, delicate, a haunting fragrance in a dark room. Something else speckled the aroma, sure as her golden markings speckled the pristine purple fur of her sides. An intangible otherness, that he could only describe as ‘female’.

 

“So, looks like we’re stuck on our own tonight,” Naialah commented, breaking the silence as if it -- and the lewd noises from above -- hadn’t bothered her in the least. How did she manage to be so confident? “Just me and lil’ ol Tasha.” She blinked languidly, a gesture he’d come to realize was her form of, ‘I’m not really laughing, but I am.’ He squirmed, trying to find a spot that was more comfortable. Did she really have to call him that? Never mind that Katie had still been a cub when she’d adopted him. It wasn’t his fault she’d thought he was female! He shuddered to think of what would happen if Naialah ever found out that Katie’s trainer card still registered him as Natasha...

 

“I was thinking, since they’re having so much fun up there...” she smirked as a breathy moan confirmed her statement, drifting down from the upper floor. They must have left the door open. “We might as well keep ourselves entertained too, no?”

 

“W-what did you have in mind?” Tash stuttered, doing his best to block out the memory of that sound. At this rate, he might as well have stayed in the room. They certainly weren’t leaving much to the imagination.

 

Naialah eyed him coyly, whiskers quivering. Why did that look make him want to hide somewhere? “Oh, I have a few ideas, but first...” Her tail twitched, flicking against his ribs, making him flinch. “How about we play a little game?”

 

 

____

 

 

“A... a game? What sort of game?” Tash made a remarkable impression of a trapped rattata, his eyes round as he stared down at her. For such a large ‘mon, he sure didn’t pull off intimidating very well.

 

“The fun sort of course,” she retorted, keeping her grin under firm control. ‘The sort that involves me having you right where I want you, mousey.’ Aloud, she continued, “And the sort that lets us get to know each other a little better.”

 

Tash digested that for a moment, eying her for any sign of trickery. He wouldn’t find any. She prided herself at disguising her wiles. “I thought we already knew each other.”

 

“Sure, but there’s plenty of things I probably don’t know about you. I’m sure there’s far more you don’t know about me.” She couldn’t prevent the grin from escaping, the corners of her muzzle twitching upward. He was almost too cute for his own good. She flashed him a wink, enjoying the way it made him fidget and fret with his claws. “Curious yet?” Unsurprisingly, though still a bit irritatingly, he didn’t answer except to squirm uncomfortably. ‘Such a bashful male. He really is a gem.’ She’d assumed living in the same house would embolden him a bit, help overcome his reluctance to act on his painfully obvious attraction. Well, she was sick of waiting!

 

“Besides, don’t you know what day it is?” He’d had his chance to act on his own, now it was time to dig her claws in and spur him into action. In honour of the special occasion upstairs, this was certainly the perfect opportunity to pounce. If she didn’t, her prize would never work up the nerve to approach her.

 

“Umm, what day?” He scratched his chin idly, momentarily distracted by the question. “It’s Monday, isn’t it?”

 

Okay, he could be exasperatingly oblivious too, though that lovable naivety was also part of his attraction. “Great Mew... No, slowpoke! Well, yes, it is Monday, but it’s not just any Monday!”

 

He twiddled his claws, not meeting her gaze, his voice barely a squeak. A masculine expression of pleasure from above nearly drowned him out. “What Monday is it?”

 

“Males,” she muttered, giving him a needle stare for his ignorance. “It’s valentines day! Why do you think our trainers are going at it like a pair of nidorans? You do know what valentines day is, don’t you?”

 

He somehow seemed to shrink in on himself, not an action that at all suited such a muscular form. “Y-yes, I... I think I do. It’s a day for mates, right? Something like that?”

 

“Give the male a prize,” she muttered. “Yes! It’s when humans go all out to impress their mates. You have any idea how long Eric’s been preparing for this? You should have seen the shiny collar he bought for her. It must have been expensive! Well, I’m sure you will see it, when she wears it.” Naialah shrugged. “I admit, I was a bit jealous, but hey, I’m just his pokémon, not his mate, right?”

 

“Y-yeah, I guess. But, what does that have to do with the game?”

 

She resisted the urge to swat him with a paw. “Tashi! What have I told you about acting dense? We may not be mates...”

 

‘Yet,’ she thought, allowing her gaze to roam a bit. Even when he was missing the obvious, he was still a handsome one. All that muscle and power, packed into a blazing hot figure, with just enough padding in the right places...

 

“But that doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun and get better acquainted. Follow?”

 

“I... I guess so.” He hunched over, his forepaws resting on his footpaws, denying her the view of his tantalizingly close male bits. Even completely soft, she knew from previous furtive peeks that he sported a pleasantly apportioned package. Probably even bigger than that other typhlosion she’d seen, glimpsed over her trainer’s shoulder in that especially naughty video on Eric’s computer. Her trainer wasn’t terribly cautious about who might be watching when he was turned on. Or maybe he just got a kick out of knowing she was there watching him.

 

“Good. Why don’t I explain the rules then?” She cocked her head to the side a bit in an inquisitive gesture, slyly attempting to see past the obstacle of his haunch. A veritable ocean of tan fur stretched over his slightly padded belly, the thin layer of paunch belying the taut, rippling strength beneath. A narrow white scar marred the base of his ribs, a souvenir of some old, rough battle. No good -- her view cut off just above his crotch, right where the fur started to thicken. Maybe if he was hard...

 

“Um, Naialah?” Tash’s nervous voice broke into her musings. “You were, umm... going to tell me how to play this game?”

 

“Right, of course, Tashi. Sorry, thought I heard something,” she responded smoothly, whipping her gaze back to his face. He must have nodded in reply while she’d been... distracted. ‘Careful girl, don’t give it away too early. The mouse might find a way to run.’ An invisible quiver ran down her spine. “It’s not hard. We take turns. I say something I think is true about you, and you tell me if it is or isn’t. Then you do the same for me. You have to answer, and you have to tell the truth. If you don’t, the other player gets to pick a forfeit.” She awarded him a lazy blink, enjoying the strange expression that crossed his muzzle whenever she did that. “The game ends when we run out of things we want to know, or when a forfeit leaves someone in a... compromising position.”

 

He looked like he wasn’t too sure about that last part, but he nodded slowly. “I... see. How do you tell if someone isn’t telling the truth?”

 

Naialah’s eyes narrowed, affixing the typhlosion with a beam of jade ire. “I don’t lie, and you can’t lie to save your life. We’ll know.”

 

Tash swallowed noisily, glancing up at the ceiling as if he expected one of the humans to answer for him. A feminine giggle burst out from the room above, followed shortly by the deeper expression of mirth from Naialah’s trainer. He wasn’t getting any help from that quarter. “I don’t really see why not, I guess... I’m not sure what to say though.” He twiddled his claws fitfully, inspecting the floor once again. If she peeped over his haunch now, she might be able to see-

 

‘No, steady now. Save that for the right moment, you’ll have your chance to look all you like. He’s as good as mine.’

 

_____

 

 

“Sure, take all the fun out of it, why don’t you,” Naialah said, teasingly, her tail-tip flicking against her forepaws. “Fine, I’ll show you how it goes.” She tilted her head to the side, closing her eyes for a moment. If he didn’t know better, he’d think she was sleepy. Freed from the bonds of her gaze, his own eyes slid down the alluring curves of her body, silken fur gleaming with a healthy lustre.

 

‘Arceus, she is easy on the eyes.’ Ever since she’d evolved, she’d pushed her own training harder than before, the results showing in the powerful bunching of her haunches, the subdued strength behind her paws, delicate pads hiding wicked claws that she knew how to use to devastating effect. He’d certainly found that out firsthand...

 

“Okay, we’ll start simple I suppose,” her melodious voice cut off his thoughts, her eyes snapping back open. He suppressed the urge to shrink away from the sudden movement, reminding himself that she wasn’t the only one who’d evolved, and they hadn’t battled since he’d made that final leap. Things might be a little different now that he loomed over her with at least double her weight. Then again, she was far too smart to go toe-to-toe. He winced inwardly, recalling how easily she’d goaded him into attacking, only to leave him swatting at shadows, while she pummeled him from behind with stinging blades of darkness.

 

“I figure you probably like spicy berries,” she continued, apparently grown impatient of waiting for some kind of affirmative from him. “Fire types usually do.” Her tail jerked with a life of its own, her eyes narrowing slightly. Why should she be upset by him not replying to her statement? She’d said she would go first...

 

“Err, yes, I do... but I don’t really have a favourite.” Her expression remained nonplussed, setting the jitters rolling down his spine again. Things upstairs had gone quiet... for now. “Uh, what kind of berries do you like?”

 

Her ears flicked back, annoyance colouring her tone snappish. “That’s a question, not a statement, silly boy!” Quick as it had appeared, the flash of irritation melted away, her muzzle and whiskers twitching. “I’ll allow it though, since it’s your first time. I like mine nice and sour. And juicy! Nothing worse than a dry berry.” She licked her lips, the tiny pink muscle darting into view for no more than a fleeting instant. Tash looked away, oddly embarrassed. Had he been staring at her mouth? And why should she care if he had been?

 

“My turn now,” her voice drifted over his shoulder. “Keep ‘em easy still. You seem rather attached to that bed. You’ve had it since you were a cyndaquil, haven’t you?”

 

Tash stroked the cushioned side of the well-used piece of poké furniture, a gentle smile of nostalgia creeping across his muzzle. “Yes, Katie’s father bought it for me when I was adopted. I remember thinking how huge it was for a little guy like me. I could barely get over the side! Now, I have to curl up to fit in.” He snapped his mouth closed, heat flashing to his cheeks once again. ‘Way to go, Tash. Just ramble on about things she won’t care about.’

 

A soft giggle made him glance over at his companion. “That’s a cute picture,” the lepardas said, a twinkle in her eye. “Adorable baby Tashi, all snuggly and warm in that great big bed! No, no, I’m not teasing this time, serious!” she added hastily as he huffed and looked away, her paw nudging his side. “It’s your turn now too.”

 

The calmly stated fact caught him off guard, and he fumbled around for a follow-up assertion. “Well... He grasped at the first notion to rise to the surface, a thread of common ground. “You’re a cat, so I guess you hate water as much as I do.”

 

“Dunno, I’ve met a few water types who- Oh, nevermind,” she snickered at his puzzled look. “Yes, can’t say I enjoy getting my fur wet, but that’s the whole point of not letting yourself get hit in the first place.” She paused, regarding him with an appraising eye. “I’ve noticed that Katie used to train you pretty hard, but not so much recently.” Her tail flicked out, jabbing him in the softness of his belly, accusing the thin layer of padding there. “You’re no slouch, even with that extra bit of lovableness you’ve picked up, but she’s not going anywhere in the league.”

 

He was a bit unsure which to answer to, immediately tamping down the flare of heated denial to her claim. She hadn’t spoken mockingly, intending to insult his pride in his trainer and himself. It was a mere presentation of the facts. “No... maybe once, but not anymore. She told me she’s happy to just cheer on Eric now, she lost interest in catching other pokémon when she found out how hard league battles were. That’s when I got this.” He touched the scar on his belly, wincing at the memory. Rhydons weren’t fun to battle. “So, um...” He cast about for a response of his own. “You don’t really like battling. Do you?”

 

“Like it? Hard to say.” She rose and stretched, back arching in a way that showed off her supple form beautifully. Tash shifted uncomfortably, working his own footpaws, which were beginning to go numb from sitting in the same place so long. “Winning is fun of course, especially when you take down a cocky opponent who thinks you’re nothing more than a helpless female.” Her claws sunk into the carpet, a wicked grin crossing her muzzle as she settled into a seated position once more. Had she just edged a bit closer? “But all that mucking about in dust and mud and who knows what else... Do you have any idea how long it takes to clean my fur after?”

 

Tash shook his head, trying not to sidle away. She was closer now. He could feel her warmth radiating against his side, no more than a few hair’s width between them. It felt... nice. “Lack of training or no,” the lepardas continued, giving him a look he couldn’t quite identify. If he didn’t know better, he would have said it was... sultry. But that couldn’t be right. “You’re getting to be pretty strong by now. Just look at all those muscles!”

 

He jolted as a feathery touch trailed along his side, crossing up over his chest in a shivering line, the curved and spiky tip of her tail popping out from under his forelimb. Tash quivered, a nervous set of tiny butterfree wings flapping against his stomach, his eyes fixed on the twitching appendage. Had that even been something he could answer? “Err, yes, I suppose...” eager to cover his growing apprehension, he blurted out, “Where did you grow up?”

 

“That’s a question again, Tasha,” she replied casually, her tail lingering for another long moment, before twitching away. “I could call a forfeit on that, but I won’t. Last chance though.” Her ears flicked, a gesture he acquainted with a shrug. “My kind still haven’t really spread beyond what the humans call Unova. Eric moved to Hoenn when I was a kitten though. He’d made it through most of the Unova gyms with the rest of his team, and wanted a change of scenery. Then he met Katie, and you of course.” She grinned up at him, the warm expression momentarily stilling the butterfrees. “Eric’s absolutely smitten with her, you know. I’ll bet they end up becoming permanent mates.”

 

Tash nodded in agreement. Not all pokémon took mates for life, but he understood that was how humans did it. Or, at least, how they seemed to do it. Some of them were hard to figure out.

 

“Enough about our trainers though,” Naialah continued, shifting her weight ever so slightly, the warmth on Tash’s side changing to the barest brush of silken fur. “Now you... You’ve got your eye on a female too, haven’t you?”

 

The sudden silence was broken by a resumed creaking from upstairs, an androgynous moan wafting down. He couldn’t force his lips to move, not even to close from their current position of slack-jawed shock. ‘She can’t possibly know, can she? I’ve kept it hidden. I have! She-’

 

“I’m not hearing an answer, Tashi,” she said with a wicked giggle, leaning quite purposefully against him now. He shied away, but she merely followed, keeping her haunch tight with his. “You know what that quiet sound is? That’s the sound of our first forfeit.”

 

“But... I...” he sputtered, the butterfrees returning in a swarm, a writhing ball of nervousness in his belly. To make matters worse, her tail had curled around his rump, leaving him painfully conscious of her presence, not to mention the limb’s proximity to his planted rear.

 

“Let’s see, just cuz you’re cute, I’ll be nice. All I want...” she paused, considering for a moment, then nodded decisively. “I want to hear you tell me how I look,” she said, completely ignoring his attempted protest. Her eyes twinkled with mischief. “Remember, you’re a terrible liar.”

 

Things were going downhill fast, but he had no choice. He couldn’t risk her probing deeper. She was right, trying to lie always left him a puddle of nerves, stammering and fidgeting. He plain couldn’t help himself. Trying his best to quell the urge to merely turn his back on her and flee, he forced himself to meet her gaze, licking his suddenly dry lips.

 

“I... I think you’re the most beautiful pokémon I’ve ever seen.” Immediately, he cringed, squeezing his eyes shut in anticipation of a rebuke. Had he really just said that? Oh Arceus, she would never let him forget this! He wanted to melt into a puddle and ooze beneath the couch. Stay there and hide, until the burning beneath the fur of his face went away in a week or so.

 

To his surprise, all she said was, “Your turn!” Her voice was light and airy, and amazingly, the pool of body-heat at his side drew back, loosening the constricting bands of shyness from his chest. He opened his eyes a crack, and almost immediately the bands snapped back in place, heat flaring so intensely in his cheeks, it nearly felt like his burners had erupted. The stiffness between his legs was back, enticed by her nearness and familiar scent, at once both perplexing and alluring.

 

Stealthily, he did his best to hide it, hunching down over the offending organ, meeting her eyes and attempting not to look sheepish. Maybe if he were to sidle behind his bed.... No, it was far too late for that. The gleam in her eyes told him exactly how much she’d seen. “E-eric... err... Y-you were caught in the wild, weren’t you?”

 

She took her time with her answer, rising to her paws to pad in front of him, effectively stymieing his efforts to cover his bulging sheath. Had her eyes flicked down? Before he could leap on the silence and deter her by claiming a forfeit of his own, she replied, “I was indeed. I barely remember it though, I was pretty young. Eric found me after my mother vanished, maybe caught by a trainer herself.” She paced in front of him, eyes fixed on him with a decidedly predatory glint, her soundless padding reminding him of a hunting luxray. “But, back to that most interesting forfeit...”

 

Her motion ceased so abruptly, he barely even realized she had stopped, mid-turn, her tail resting across her rump. “You like looking at me, do you? Find me easy on the eyes? Like to admire what you see?” She batted her eyes at him, mockingly demure. “Hmm, perhaps you’d like me to raise my tail right now...” The appendage flicked restlessly upwards, treating him to a flash of tan furred femininity, hidden again almost before it was revealed. The creaking above them sped up, matching Tash’s thudding heart.

 

Desperately, he attempted to force air from his lungs, form them into words, his cheeks blazing. All that came out was a half mumble, half squeak. He felt like he’d been caught by another one of her taunts, his eyes fixed on that once-again veiled region of her anatomy, an inexplicable hunger joining the butterfrees in his belly. He could just see the golden hued hairs of her underside peeking around her tail, the appendage tucked firmly enough to let him know he would have to ask for her to give him another look.

 

“Not willing to answer?” She was looking back at him over her shoulder, a triumphant look in her eyes, as if she’d managed to at last conquer a most elusive prey. “That adorable little squeak certainly doesn’t count. Fine, you can give my back a nice grooming then. Don’t miss any spots!” She all but pranced closer, side-stepping lightly to put herself within reach, leaving her rump -- still firmly covered by her tail -- facing him provocatively.

 

He forced down the butterfrees, which now felt like they would come pouring out his maw if he attempted to speak. It took all his willpower to pull his eyes from her sculpted rear. Tentatively, he stretched out a quivering paw, resting it lightly on her shoulders.

 

“That’s it,” she encouraged. “I knew you wanted to touch me. Go on now, this isn’t that hard to figure out, is it?”

 

Mutely, he began to stroke, light, long passes with his claws, smoothing her already silken coat from shoulders to the base of her spine, unable to resist the urge to linger on her haunches a fraction longer than he should have. The sensation of cool air against skin made him look down, stifling another squeak as he caught sight of crimson flesh -- his own flesh -- peeking free from his plumped sheath. Silently, he urged, ‘Don’t turn around, please don’t turn around. Oh Arceus, if she sees this...’

 

“Okay, your turn.” He nearly jumped at the sound of her voice. A barely muffled cry of ecstasy came from above, stilling his paws in her fur for a moment, near the meeting of her spine and tail. His growing length twitched, as if mocking him with its presence. Her muscles quivered lightly beneath his touch, a soft purr rumbling from her chest as he drew his claws along her the ridge of her spine. “Mmm, that’s the spot.”

 

The casual proclamation struck a chord of inspiration within him, the first question that came to mind. “You like it when I do this, don’t you?” He repeated the action, this time drawing circles at the base of her tail, mindful of his claws.

 

The purring increased, a wriggle passing down her form that could only be feline ecstasy. “Ooh... a bit of an obvious answer, but yes. I never can quite reach that spot myself.” She shivered, pushing back into his touch. “Keep going, Tashi...” Her tail rose slightly, lifting away from her rump a fraction, before she forced it down with obvious effort. Tash shoved away the disappointment, instead focusing on his efforts, thrilling at the minor revenge he’d stumbled upon. Confidence somewhat buoyed, even with his private bits on full display should she so much as glance back, he asked, “Isn’t it your turn now?”

 

His hammering heart leapt into his throat as Naialah looked back at him, eyes half-lidded, whiskers quivering. Fortunately, she appeared to be focused on his face, for now. He did his best to keep his expression neutral. “Yes... I suppose it is.” She took her time, allowing the typhlosion to continue his ministrations, apparently oblivious to how close his exposed meat was creeping to her haunch. His claws stilled at her tail-base, every one of his baser instincts urging him to simply grab hold of the obstructing appendage and raise it out of the way, use his superior size to act on his undeniable lust. ‘No, that’s no good,’ he chastised his feral side, squashing it firmly. ‘That would be horrible, all wrong. I can’t do that to her. She might even attack me.’

 

Her voice dropped, spiced delightfully by her continuing purr, a sensuous lilt. Her emerald gaze met his, the feline arresting his eyes with her over-the-shoulder look. “You know what I think, sweet little Tashi? I think you want to have our own version of what’s going on upstairs.”

 

Tash stood, stock-still, barely even willing to breathe. If he exhaled, he might blurt out something he wasn’t ready to admit, to her, or even himself, something that he desperately wanted -- had wanted ever since that first battle -- yet could never put into words. If he so much as twitched the wrong way, that exultant yes might fly free before he could stop it, and then where would he be? Everything would be in the open, just like his woefully persistent maleness, grown to the point where it would be impossible to hide. All she needed to do was look down...

 

“I... Umm... I don’t think that-”

 

Her tail flicked, not up, but down, impossibly soft fur teasing across the heated flesh, forcing a sharp jolt up Tash’s spine. “Doesn’t look like it to me,” she said, grinning in devilish victory, her expression making it painfully obvious that she had already looked, and knew full well what it meant. How long had she known? “I’d say you owe me another forfeit now.”

 

 

______

 

 

Naialah gave a subtle twitch in her rump muscles, allowing her tail to drag enticingly along the fire type’s arousal, giggling as the touch drew a gasp from his muzzle. It took a great deal of self-control not to shove back against that gloriously hard protrusion, to ignore all the build-up and simply sink her moistened tunnel down upon the flabbergasted male.

 

“I suppose it’s really a double forfeit,” she continued casually, keeping her tail in motion against his sensitive flesh. Judging by the way he was quivering, not to mention how the heated length was nudging up against her tail, it was just the thing to tease him along. “You’ll be getting a good look at what you wanted to see earlier, but didn’t have... ooh, nevermind, you do have them, don’t you?” Snickering, she brushed her tail-tip against his dangling orbs, teasing them as they hung in their fuzzy home. “Well, at least you’ll be getting what you wanted, while I get what I want.”

 

“Wha-” he cut off with a sigh of pleasure as her tail danced and twined about his member, coaxing more of the pulsing red flesh forth from his receding sheath, until it stood at full attention for her to enjoy. Her eyes widened slightly. He was going to be rather big for her, but she should manage, so long as he was gentle. “What do you mean?” he managed as she finally withdrew the feathery touch of her fifth limb, at last allowing it to stand straight and proud above her back. His eyes immediately zeroed in on her exposed nethers, an expression of kitten-like fascination crossing his face. A hesitant paw raised toward her rear, a silent plea for permission.

 

“You know exactly what I mean,” she purred, resisting the urge to chuckle at his look of awe. Was it female anatomy in general that entranced him so? Or was it the fact it was her bits he was getting an eyeful of? “Go ahead, Tashi boy. Get to know me a bit better.”

 

All hesitation fled in a rush. His paw rested suddenly against her rump, squeezing gently, the other stroking once more at the base of her tail, teasing that strangely responsive zone all felines possessed. Naialah’s purring intensified, thrumming deep in her chest as she presented herself for the nervous male, hoping her impatience didn’t show too much.

 

A rush of excitement swept up through her loins as his trailing claws found their mark, tenderly caressing her heated mound. ‘Great Reshiram, if he’s got me this turned on now, there won’t be anything left for the main event!’ Even unable to see it, she was acutely conscious of every minute motion, the blunted ends of his claws brushing feather-light against her sensitive folds, sending a shiver all the way up to the extended tip of her tail.

 

“Naialah...” his voice sounded strained, his breath heavy. His paws halted their advance, twin spots of furred softness that veiled formidable strength, forming glowing coals of warmth against her back and her aroused folds. “B-before we go... err... Before things get umm... more intimate, you s-should p-probably know...” He trailed off, fidgeting, his paws remaining pleasantly where they were.

 

She waited patiently for him to continue, flicking an ear at him to acknowledge that she was indeed paying attention. His muzzle worked soundlessly, his eyes darting to and fro, skittering away from her gaze. Irritated, now that they were so close, and he chose to stall with his paws all over her, that gorgeous cock quivering in the wind, she lost hold of her usually unflappable serenity.

 

“Well? Spit it out!” she snapped, glaring at the mute typhlosion. “I’m not waiting around all night for you to rub two words together!” Her nostrils quivered, his scent washing over her with each breath. He even smelled strong. Not in a bad way, but a heated, spicy aura of solidity and sureness. Tantalizing, masculine, a strange contrast to his nervous personality. She drew in a deep breath, wafting the aroma across her senses, feeling it fizz its way down through her entire body, calling to her arousal.

 

“S-sorry...” he mumbled, looking down timidly. She huffed, rolling her eyes, before deciding to take the opportunity to crane her neck around and sneak a peek at his protruding maleness, now standing at full attention from his crotch. Naialah’s eyes gleamed as she shamelessly ogled the bashful male. Such a graceful taper, perfectly smooth aside from a few bulging veins, quivering as if it knew exactly how close it was to her waiting folds, and where it wanted to be. Should be comfy once she got adjusted. ‘Ooh, and that upward curve... maybe I should take him on my back? I’ve heard that it’s more intense that way, and he’d be all over my clit. But... I HATE being on my back.’

 

She frowned in vexation, unsure what to make of this dilemma. She’d never really thought about it before. ‘I suppose I’ll try him the normal way first. Plenty of time to switch it up later.’ This thought lifted her spirits -- and her tail -- back to their high-flying state. ‘If he’d hurry up and quit twisting his whiskers in a knot at least!’

 

Finally, he spoke up, still studying the floor, his grip firming on her tailbase. “This isn’t... it isn’t just a game for me. I-I... I’m not doing this just because you asked for a forfeit.” The house had gone completely silent, though to Naialah’s sensitive ears, she thought she could hear low human voices wafting from upstairs in the pause between Tash’s words. ‘After-talk,’ she thought with a tiny smile. ‘Wonder what they’re saying?’

 

“Naialah...” Tash at last met her eyes, a sudden flare igniting within his crimson gaze, a firm set to his muzzle. “I-I wasn’t joking earlier. You r-really are the most beautiful ‘mon I’ve ever seen. Y-you’re confident, funny, smart...” he blew out a long breath, appearing to steel himself. “a-and s-sexy.” The word sounded funny, spoken with that adorable nervous stutter, but she didn’t feel the slightest urge to laugh. He paused again, the uncharacteristic fire in his eyes blazing even hotter. She almost wanted to take a step back, but it wasn’t anger... No, it was something just as intense though.

 

“W-what I’m trying to say is...” His paws shifted, sliding across her nethers to grip her rump, as if to gently hold her in place. “I think I’m... that I... I love you!” His muzzle set firmly, daring her to mock him, a surety to his words that even his stammering couldn’t remove.

 

Naialah gave him a level gaze, smiling sweetly. Casually, she flipped her tail, bopping him on the nose, making him recoil with an affronted look. “Took you long enough. Zekrom’s teeth, Tashi, what do you think I am, a zubat?”

 

He stared, a mixture of bewilderment and the familiar uncertainty dampening the passionate blaze. “You mean... you knew?”

 

“Duh, of course! Let’s just say, subtlety isn’t your strong suit, hmm?” Naialah giggled at his crestfallen look, grinding back against him to remind him exactly what they were on the verge of doing. His engorged member slid enticingly against her inner thigh, sending a shiver up her spine. “In case you didn’t notice, I’ve got the hots for you too, cute stuff!”

 

He twitched, breathing heavily as she pressed her rear against his crotch, her upraised tail tickling under his chin. “Y-you set this up then. The whole time, you meant for us to-”

 

Another swat with her tail cut him off mid-sentence. “You got it, Tashi! Now, how about you quit stalling, save the mushy stuff for later, and gimme my forfeit, hmm?” If this kept up, she was going to jump him, no matter if it meant she’d be on top!

 

For an agonizing moment, he stared down at her, claws tensing and relaxing on her rump, inadvertently arousing her even more with the sensuous massage. Finally, he nodded, slowly, the flames rekindling in his eyes as his paws slid back towards their target. “Your forfeit, huh?” His muzzle twitched, spreading to a delighted grin. “Like this?”

 

It was Naialah’s turn to gasp this time, as without any more pre-amble, Tash pushed two of his claws into her moistened slit with a soft squelch, summoning a contraction that rippled down the length of her painfully aroused depths. “Ooh, yes, just like that!”

 

The verbal part of his answer dropped away to a bestial growl, a powerful paw seizing her tail and folding it out of the way, putting her rump on grand display for her newly acquired lover. Her purr returned as his embedded claws began to move, feeling around inside her entrance, mindful of the pointed tips, even blunted for domestic life as they were.

 

She cooed wordlessly as he stroked and fondled, massaging the ridges and folds of her canal, smoothing them with a tender touch. The fur on the back of his paw tickled her entrance, forcing her to clamp her muzzle shut over a torrent of giggles. Still, they managed to find an outlet in her increasingly loud rumbling purr, the expression of feline pleasure rolling wildly in time with her exhalations, her heart beginning to pound as the typhlosion explored her intimate regions with clear fascination.

 

‘Ngh... that buizel in the daycare may not have been a great lover, but at least he saved me from this being my first. No need to go through all that messiness and blood again!’ Her walls were already positively soaked, a combination of her slowly built arousal, and her lover’s eager, if inexperienced, ministrations. His claws flicked out, scrabbling against her inner walls like a skittering spinarak, shooting pure, fizzing delight into her folds.

 

“T-Tashi, you sure know your way around a female, don’t you? You- ooh... sure you’re a male?” she couldn’t resist teasing. As she spoke, his outer claws found her clit, prodding the protruding nub as he drove his paw inward, heightening her constant purr to gasping moan.

 

Surprisingly, he merely chuckled at her remark. “You’ll find out soon enough, won’t you?” Learning from her reaction, he refocused his attentions upon the female’s aroused clit, squeezing the nub between two blunt claws. Unable to continue the conversation, Naialah sunk her chest to the floor, forepaws stretching out luxuriously as she granted the eager male complete access to her rear, presenting herself as willingly as if she were in heat.

 

His paws radiated heat, the free pad now sliding in circles around her dripping lips and exposed pucker, a background of warm delight to supplement the more direct stimulation. Her entire tunnel rippled and pulsed around his intrusion, her legs shaking with the effort of supporting her as he pinched her clit firmly, jolting her with electrifying bursts of pleasure. She could hear herself voicing a yowl involuntarily, her body responding instinctively to his efforts, her more rational mind clouded as she immersed herself completely into their act, riding each wave of bliss that rolled along her spine. ‘So close... already so close. That’s almost no fun for him to finish me so quickly!’

 

“Ah... Tashi...”

 

“You’re so gorgeous,” he whispered, his voice remarkably steady, huskier than usual with the weight of lust, and... lower? “It doesn’t matter anymore how we got here. I want to do this for you, Naialah.” Hot wind rushed across her sopping, pulsing sex, drawing her gaze back along her stretched form. What was he-?

 

Something warm, rough and wet replaced the claws around her pleasure nub, flicking it firmly. Naialah jolted, releasing another mewl of delight, completely helpless now against the onrushing climax. Tash closed in, meeting his muzzle to her lower lips in a forbidden kiss, swirling his tongue in exhilarating pirouettes around her clit. Warm, wet heat pressed against her mound, the dexterous muscle dragging along the length her slit and pushing its way inside, immersing itself in her dribbling juices. It felt like a furnace pushing itself against her blushing sex, each heavy breath of the typhlosion akin to the heat grate she napped upon, a scorching breeze prevailing against her twitching folds.

 

‘Didn’t expect him to go that far without being told. Not gonna complain!’ Even as the thought crossed her mind, every muscle in Naialah’s body tensed, shivering with built up tension, a virtual paralysis of pleasure that held her completely still, waiting for that final push beyond the brink. His tongue stretched, drew across her inner walls, his claws flexing out of the way. A soft, heated pad kneaded against her clit, once, twice. Then, she was gone. Her surroundings seemed to haze, minute prickles dancing along her skin, fur rising with the building release. The unstoppable force boiled through her folds, chased by the rapidly lapping tongue of the attentive male, rolling in a mighty wave through her veins like an injection of golden ecstasy.

 

As if from a great distance, she felt the inferno at her mound draw back, a sputtering noise cutting through her drawn out yowl of exultant climax. Shudders rippled up her spine, her unoccupied folds clamping wildly around a non-existent penetration as she rode out the pleasure, hips grinding impotently at the air. In that glorious moment of release, Naialah found herself wishing that somehow, it hadn’t been her climax alone. She should have returned the favour, shared it with him. How much better might that have been, than even this flower of bliss unfolding inside of her?

 

Panting wildly, she dropped weakly to the floor as the throes of orgasm subsided, freeing her mind from the grips of passion. Beads of moisture rolled down her rump and thighs, quickly soaking into the pristine fur. Her coat felt dirty, disheveled, out of place. For once, she didn’t care. Gaining some modicum of control over her breathing, she looked back over her shoulder to her new lover, eyes half-closing lazily as the fog of afterglow attempted to wrap her in its embrace. Tash hovered protectively, moving to touch her, then pulling back with an uncertain look, as if she might bite him were he to lay a paw on her without her permission.

 

One look at his face set her to an unsteady giggle, his muzzle stained with the remnants of his -- perhaps unexpected -- snack. His eyes, however, bore a definite gleam of desire, even tempered as it was by the more typical emotions she expected from the timid male. “More than you bargained for?”

 

“Y-yeah,” he scratched the back of his neck sheepishly, his tongue darting out to clean his lips. Almost immediately, he jerked, as if catching himself doing something he shouldn’t, and sealed his tongue back in his maw, looking even more embarrassed. “It was... fun, though. I-I... liked making you feel good.”

 

His innocent declaration brought a smirk to her muzzle. What female would argue with that logic? “Not half as much as I did I’ll bet! This can’t be your first time, Tashi.” Her buizel hadn’t even tried to lick her like that, and she’d been told he was a great lover! Perhaps he had been, in his own way, but foreplay hadn’t been in his bag of tricks. “You’ve done this before, you must have!” Her folds still buzzed with the residues of the mighty climax, relaxed and sodden now, prepared to receive her lover’s next offering. ‘That was just an appetizer...’

 

Pride blazed alongside the desire in his eyes, though just as it appeared, he slid his gaze away, fidgeting again with his claws. “A-are we still playing?”

 

Oh? Now this was interesting... Even with her arousal merely temporarily sated, Naialah was willing to pursue this. “I don’t know. You tell me.” She blinked slowly at him, appreciating the power of the simple feline gesture. So easy to imply much, yet say nothing.

 

His paw drifted to her rump, seeming to use her body to ground himself in reality, stroking slowly as he composed himself, though he still couldn’t meet her gaze. “N-no, I’ve never done this with a female before, but...”

 

“Go on, that’s only half an answer,” Naialah replied, only half listening. Her own eyes had wandered south, coming to rest upon the typhlosion’s throbbing red length, still almost fully erect and practically quivering with impatience, starved for attention. His musk slammed into her nostrils, nearly making her swoon with the inrush of alluring aroma. He’d better not go on and on messing around this time, she needed him inside her!

 

“K-katie,” came the strangled response.

 

Naialah’s gaze snapped upwards, shock slicing through her rekindling arousal. “What?! You mean, you and her... no, you just said you haven’t.” Now he was just being confusing. “What are you talking about, Tashi?”

 

His eyes skittered away from hers, but his exposed length twitched, making her smirk. “B-before she met Eric, s-she didn’t used to care if I was in the room when she was... err... pleasuring herself. Or maybe she just forgot, I don’t know. I w-wasn’t trying to watch, really! But she would sometimes do it when she thought I was asleep, and she’d be right there in front of me. S-sometimes she just wasn’t quiet enough, and woke me up too...” He trailed off, squirming, shying away from her. “I-I guess I learned a few things... without even trying.”

 

Naialah shot him a dubious look, unsure if merely watching from a disinterested distance would teach him all that much, but she accepted the explanation. “Well, you’ve put them to good use.” A devious grin crept across her face. “Maybe you should ask Katie to give you a closer look, give you more... direct... training. Hmm?”

 

He let out another of his adorable squeaks, eyes widening in shock. “No! I can’t do that, she’s my trainer!”

 

Naialah couldn’t keep a straight face. Laughing, she amended, “Oh, come on, you know I’m not serious. Besides, if she says yes, it might make Eric jealous. When he’s upset, he goes to the nastiest places to train us.” Before the typhlosion could open his mouth to reply, she continued, eager to collect the final part of her ‘forfeit’. “Now, about that little something you have there...” Blatantly, she eyed his protruding maleness, making sure he saw where she looked, and licked her lips. Tash shivered, a mixture of apprehension and desire warring in his crimson eyes.

 

“If you don’t do something with that soon... I might have to do it for you.” Deliberately, she rolled a purr from her throat, colouring her words with the sultry expression. Her tail arched, flagging to the side for him, beckoning. She added an alluring wiggle of her hips, watching with growing delight as the desire beat down the hesitance inside of him. “I think you know where it goes...”

 

“Yes... I do.” His voice was scarcely a whisper as he moved forward, paws finding their place on her hips, his body leaning down over hers. “And I think you want this... As much as I do.” A firm protrusion kissed her mound, spreading feminine nectar. The contact seemed to rattle down her spine like an icy wind, though even that gentle kiss was warm as a ray of sunlight. His claws found purchase in her fur, trailing lightly across her haunch as he slid forward, his presence looming over her.

 

“I...” Her mouth suddenly felt dry. What was wrong with her? She wasn’t the nervous one! But, this was so different from her first time. This... it meant so much more than messing around with an all-but total stranger, looking for nothing more than a good time. “I don’t think you’re wrong.”

 

Heat wrapped about her, fur-cloaked radiance, an embrace of sunlight, backed by powerful limbs that encircled her belly. The warm hardness at her entrance slipped between her lips, resting teasingly close, prepared to unite them. Its blistering heat flashed through her veins, spreading like a golden glow in her chest, engulfing her rapidly beating heart. As if on some unspoken signal, they moved as one.

 

 

_____

 

 

Tash bit his lip to hold in his gasp as he gratefully sunk his length into the warm, damp, snug heaven Naialah granted. His forelimbs quivered in their embrace around the feline, the shivering betraying his paralysis inducing combination of nerves, arousal, and concern. Every fiber of his being concentrated on her reaction, eyes wide, breathing harsh, his attempt at a slow entry spoiled by her mirroring push against his groin. Her soft hiss as he’d entered... ‘Am I doing it wrong?’ Did it feel as lovely for her as it did for him? Oh no, he hadn’t hurt her, had he?

 

“A-are you... I-is that okay?” Denying his body’s urging, he began to pull back, fearing for his lover’s comfort, almost whimpering as that wonderfully moist tunnel began to slip away, barely sampled.

 

“What? Yes, it’s fine! What are you doing?” In tandem with her words, her walls bore down on him, clamping desperately on his length to hold it in place, halting his withdrawal. Pleasure seared him, arcing from the pressure around his still buried tip, forcing him to release the shuddering moan.

“It sounded like I hurt you. I-I would hate to cause you pain by moving too fast. B-before you’re ready.” He kept his hips still, nuzzling gently between her ears, paws stroking her belly to soothe away any lingering pain. “I-I’m sorry... I’ll go slower this time.”

“Oh for the love of... No, you big, clumsy, romantic mush-brain!” Her ears flattened as she glared up at him, the sight of her ire making him want to wilt away. Almost immediately, her expression softened, a soft huff escaping her muzzle. “You really are new at this, aren’t you?” Stretching up, her pink tongue lashed out, flicking across the underside of his muzzle. The fleeting touch seemed to fizz against his fur. “Sorry for getting angry. You’re sweet, you know that? But I’m fine, it’s just... been awhile. And you’re a bit more than I’ve had before.” She shifted slightly beneath him, undoing some of the progress of his retreat from her folds. “Mmm, that kitten stick of yours is hotter than I expected too. Much hotter.”

 

The butterfrees in his stomach flapped double time as the reality of what they were doing began to sink in. Naialah was mating with him. With him, the nervous, bumbling ‘mon who’d been unable to put his feelings into words for her. It was almost like a dream, his wildest imaginings becoming flesh, yet the sensations flowing from their mutual contact were far too real to dismiss as phantasms. “A-are you sure it’s alright? I know our types make this a little awkward...” He scuffed a footpaw, trembling with the strain of denying his hips to take the plunge, summoning every scrap of self-control he possessed. “If it’s too much... we can stop.”

 

“Tashi...” Naialah’s tone dripped exasperation. “Do I need to have Katie come down here and explain things to you? Are all typhlosions this oblivious? Or are you a special case?” She shook her head, sighing as if speaking to an especially troublesome cub, though her expression failed to hide a twinkle that blunted her barbed words. “Look, I want you. That’s all there is to it. Not just any random male, or the closest one to paw. You, Tashi. You think this happened overnight? That I haven’t had my eye on you for awhile too? Hardly. I like you, Tasha, even if you are a slowpoke sometimes.” She met his eyes with a sly, half-lidded glance. “And I know now that you’re definitely not a female.” Snickering, she wriggled her hips, working herself down a tiny bit further, her folds beckoning him onward.

 

For a moment, he could only meet that entrancing gaze, words skittering away from him like tiny insects slipping through his paws. Was she speaking seriously this time? If so... only one way to find out. Tash licked his lips, forcing his tongue to shape the question.

 

“Is this... does that mean that w-we’re going to be...”

 

Her grin cut him off before he could choke out the last word. She gave him an exaggerated huff. “Yes, Tash, it does. It looks like our trainers are going to be adding to our little family, why not us too? I’d be happy to try making some kittens with you.” Her tail curled up around his haunch, tickling his backside, a giggle entering her tone. It wasn’t lost on him that, for perhaps the first time, she hadn’t teased him about his name. “Especially if they turn out as adorable as their father. I might not be in heat just yet, but that doesn’t mean we can’t practice for when the time comes!”

 

“Naialah...” Emotion choked his words, a flush of heat radiating in his face. The thought of Naialah bearing an egg... his egg... The flash of joy the image summoned nearly overwhelmed the promise of more immediate pleasure sliding down upon his pulsing length.

 

“Mmhmm, but, to get there, something important has to happen first!” The feline began to purr softly again as she leaned her weight back, pushing all future considerations to the background. “C’mon, little Tasha, show me what a big, strong male you can be! Don’t worry, I can take it!”

 

Hesitation seemed to melt away like wax. A passionate inferno flared in Tash’s chest, blazing against his lover’s body as he cradled her tight, claws lightly stroking her belly. All his doubts were gone, whisked away like sand in the wind by her reassurances. “Arceus... I love you, Naialah,” he whispered in her ear, observing with fascination the way the appendage flicked away from his heated breath. Her purring intensified slightly, her muscles tensing as he settled his haunches into position once more, wordlessly bracing herself. “O-okay, if you’re sure you’re ready...”

 

Once more, he started slow, tipping himself forward to allow nothing more than his weight to push him inside, her well-lubricated walls sliding apart easily to permit his achingly hard taper. Minute filaments of heat flashed up through his body as he sunk deeper into her snug folds, flaring into the blaze in his chest. ‘So soft... she’s like that flaaffy doll I used to have.’ Somehow, he didn’t think she’d appreciate the comparison, allowing only a smile and a murmur of satisfaction to cross his lips as her ruffled folds welcomed his heated rod.

 

“Mmm, don’t stop there, big guy. I’m not letting you get away with half a forfeit!” Naialah’s purr seemed to reverberate through her form, shuddering down into her tunnel as it rippled around him, squeezing forth a sweltering droplet of pre. Tash mumbled something incoherent in response, lost in the fizzing sensations creeping through his groin, all his awareness locked in on those waves of cushioned flesh, suckling eagerly upon his sensitive length.

 

Bracing his hindpaws, he tightened his grip upon his lover, now anxious to both feel the entirety of his shaft inside her, and to fulfill her own desire to have it there. Feminine nectar thoroughly soaked his length, feeling oddly cool compared to his own rising temperature, yet at the same time providing a strange sense of eroticism -- knowing that it was her that surrounded him, welcomed him in, accepted him as her mate. ‘I must be the luckiest male alive.’

 

Their hips met suddenly, his crotch grinding firmly into her stretched lips, Naialah’s sharp breath startling him out of his dreamy reverie. “Ooh, yes, do that again!” she commanded. Without thinking, he complied with a rock of his hips, eliciting a loud purr from the pinned lepardas, her belly pressing down upon his encircling paws as she sank to the floor. Every inch of his twitching endowment felt sheathed in warmth, his tan furred crotch resting flush to her golden one, the slight pudge of his belly pressed tight to her rump.

 

“Wow... you really did take it all,” he murmured into her ear, quivering with the sheer delight of resting inside her, ensconced fully in her most intimate depths. Still, concern brought the quaver back to his voice. “A-are you comfortable?”

 

She snickered quietly, the now ever-present purr colouring her voice. “Yup. Told ya I could. You’re a nice fit too!” She tilted her head back, meeting his gaze. “Ya know, I’m going to need a new nickname for you, so everyone knows that you’re mine for keeps!”

 

Tash couldn’t help but chuckle at that, his thoughts seeming to float in a wispy sea of delight, emboldening him. “Love, I wouldn’t dream of another female. You’re already more than I can handle.”

 

“Mmm, how about handling a little faster?”

 

Somehow, the explicit suggestion didn’t make his face burn this time. Either he was getting used to it... or the heated passion searing through him merely singed away everything else. Obediently, he drew himself back, his pulsing rod seeming to voice a protest at leaving its new home so soon. Her insides seemed composed of fantastic ridges and valleys, odd bumps and protrusions that stimulated him from every side with their spongy touch. Tash squeezed his eyes shut, attempting to picture that mysterious vista, reveling in its invisible beauty as his leaking tip explored the terrain.

 

‘Slow or fast?’ This leisurely appreciation of his lover’s body was already pure heaven, but how fast should he go to satisfy her fully? ‘Maybe I should just ask her...’ A surge of masculine pride revolted against that notion. She’d likely just tease him again if he-

 

Cool air assaulted his soaked member as it fell free, trailing a sticky line down Naialah’s rump. Her purr hitched into an amused chuckle. “No no, Tashi, I didn’t mean do it yourself. I’d just have to demand another forfeit then!” She pushed back against his exposed arousal, heedlessly dragging the leaking tip through her belly fur. “Care to try that again?” she prompted, a hint of impatience marring the lightness of her tone.

 

“Sorry...” he mumbled, abashed. Freeing one paw, he reached back, seizing his errant maleness and lining it up once more, groaning at the quivering tension his touch summoned in his loins. ‘Hope I can last long enough for her...’

 

Once more, his tip nudged between her engorged lips, her entrance seeming to pulse in time with his own arousal as he sunk back inside with a pleased sigh. Pausing only to firm his juice-slicked paw once more around her belly, he gritted his teeth and powered inward.

 

An audible squelch joined their tandem expressions of pleasure as the warm wrappings of flesh embraced Tash once more, drawing him down to rest fully within her, his belly pressing into her rump. He didn’t hesitate this time, the flare of friction setting off new burning filaments, racing through his veins like liquid gold. ‘Ah, so THAT’S what it feels like!’ Almost whimpering from the inrush of sensation and emotion, Tash allowed his body to take the lead, his hips juddering erratically, pounding his feline lover with rapid thrusts that shunted the pair of them across the carpet.

 

“Ah... Yes! That’s it, you big hottie, breed me!” Naialah yowled, her claws curling into the carpet to brace them, her belly pressed tight to the floor beneath Tash’s weight, locking her into his tender mating embrace. Exultation flared, the ability to fully envelope her like this -- to cover her body protectively with his while they expressed their mutual delight in each other’s forms -- was a unique joy in and of itself. His body seemed to move entirely on its own, haunches settling into an instinctual pattern as he sought to satisfy his love... no, not just his love, his mate.

 

Passion and desire roared in tandem within him, powering each short jerk of his hips as the heat and tension rose, tiny shocks of strained pleasure rocketing through him as his turgid orbs bounced heavily against her rump. He fancied he could hear his own seed swilling about, even over the rising cacophony of lewd noises from their union, their breathing mutually heavy with exertion and passion. The very notion of finishing inside her, filling his gorgeous mate with his potential offspring, her belly swelling gravid with a forming egg... His shaft stiffened and twitched, adding another heated spurt of pre to the swirl of fluids already inside.

 

“Mmm, N-naialah, I’m n-not sure how long I can hold back...”

 

“Then don’t!” Her response came out in a sharp hiss, her back arching into his chest as he ploughed in with an exceptionally forceful thrust. “Just... ah... give it to me! I need it, Tash!” Her plush folds spasmed around his pistoning rod, easing his progress with a fresh bath of pleasantly cool liquids and consequently louder squelches.

 

He wasn’t quite sure which was better. The glorious sensations rising through his own leaking arousal? Or the exultant, pure joy and pride that swelled in his heart at her evident appreciation of his ministrations. ‘Mates...’ The thought continuously echoed off the walls of his mind, like a beam of brilliant sunlight, filling him to the brim with its light and warmth.

 

Almost subconsciously, his wild pounding slowed, trading speed for power, each pass driving his entire length into the sodden depths of the delighted female. His engorged breeding tool quivered with tension, every nerve stimulated with bursts of pleasure as he sampled the complete length of her moist canal, a strange detached euphoria settling over him.

 

Some primal urge welled up within, rearing an imperious head of dominance and feral power. A bestial snarl curled his muzzle, his embrace tightening possessively as he sank fully into his feverish rutting. Her arches and mewls spurred him on, goading this previously unknown need to claim, to breed, to show his female what he could give her. ‘MY mate...’ He could all but feel his potent load churning, preparing to gush forth and make her his in every sense, a right he would defend with every ounce of his strength.

 

“T-take me, Tash! Please, oh Arceus, don’t stop!” The uncharacteristic mewling pleas fought their way past Naialah’s moans, her tongue extended like a pink banner of surrender as she panted and shuddered beneath his assault, helpless to do anything more than massage him with her internal muscles, encouraging him to release his seed to the safekeeping of her womb.

 

A low growl popped and rolled in his throat, his weight pressing down warningly, should she try to pull away before he was finished with her. Only a last shred of reason -- a quailing wail of caution from the buried depths of his consciousness -- kept him from seizing her stretched and proffered neck in his fangs, choosing to subdue her with his superior size alone. ‘Stay put!’ The alien thought rumbled through his mind, seeming itself a snarl.

 

“Naialah...” his voice came out in a harsh, panting rasp he barely recognized as his own, his mighty thrusts continuing to hammer her stuffed passage with the full force of his engorged pride and larger body. “My mate... I... hope you’re ready.” Through the haze, he could sense the tension thinning to the breaking point, his quivering orbs drawing tight within their fuzzy home, prepared to deliver their swilling contents in that final ecstatic rush.

 

Her reply was nearly a screech, instant and unquestioned. “Yes! Do it! C’mon, you big hottie, I want to feel it inside me! Give me what you’ve been saving up for me!” Her walls rippled, as if to suck him in right to the door of her womb. “Make me yours!”

Roaring in jubilant victory, Tash slammed his sizzling member home for the final time, yanking her back with his forelimbs, attempting to cram everything he possibly could into his trembling partner. Blood roared in his ears as he felt his balls and internal muscles contract in tandem, the buried tip of his taper straining in anticipation of the release. He drew a single breath, held it. In that instant, the dam broke, washing him away with its blissful rush, contractions pulsing up the full stretch of his ensconced maleness, jets of thick, boiling cream painting the walls of his lover’s depths.

 

He barely even heard her cry out, the sudden intensification of the clenching in her depths only serving to draw him along on his floating cloud of ecstasy, his hips jerking in reflex as if electrified. Each spurt sent a shiver up his spine, a fresh influx of scorching bliss pouring into his veins, the same way his swollen tool gushed forth his essence for his lover’s eagerly suckling walls to receive.

 

He could feel a wetness spreading at his crotch and sinking into his fur, a mixture of pleasantly warm and noticeably cool. His own copious emissions, he realized hazily as the explosive high began to clear from his mind, the thick fluid quickly flooding her stuffed canal and squeezing free of her stretched lips, joining with Naialah’s own flood of nectar.

 

For a beautiful moment, they merely lay there, panting, surrounded by the warmth of their intimate contact and blissful afterglow. A rivulet of liquid ran down his trapped orbs, trickling into the fur of his thigh. Detachedly, he mused, ‘Wonder how much is inside?’ With a tenderness born of the affection glowing radiantly in his chest, he leaned down to lap at her neck, nuzzling and drawing deeply on her scent.

 

Naialah released a soft sigh and slowly tilted her head back, exposing the lovely arch of her neck as she met his gaze, her muzzle curved in a contented smile. “See, lover boy? You didn’t even have to hold back for me. You did your thing just fine.” Her walls awarded him another squeeze, forcing a grunt from his maw and a final, thin spurt from his dribbling tip, his arousal softening slightly now that the climactic goal had come and gone. “Great Reshiram, more than fine! You’re a pretty big boy, you know?”

 

Now that the feral intensity of their mating had fled back into whatever corner it had arisen from, the comment drew a more familiar flare of temperature to his face. “T-thanks.” He attempted to hide it by burying his face into the luxuriant fur of her neck, but her soft giggle told him it was too late.

 

“So strong and commanding too,” she teased. “Little Tasha has a few surprises left, it seems. Not that I’m complaining.” She giggled, squirming backwards to keep her rear flush with his, a soft squelch indicating just how much fluid swilled about inside her, temporarily blocked in by the receding plug of his maleness. “Whew, is it hot in here? Or is it just me?” she added, smirking up at him as her tail flicked along his side. “I’d consider asking you to tone it down a bit, but you know, all that liquid fire you just pumped into me is better than sitting on the heat grate!”

 

He shifted nervously, suddenly uncomfortable with the frank discussion of his attributes.  Perhaps this was something else he’d need to get used too.  Naialah was far from self-conscious about these things. “It was... is... alright, isn’t it?  I, ah, didn’t hurt you?”  He studiously examined the space between her ears, admiring each individual strand of fur in turn.  “I-I don’t think I can really, ah, cool it off.”
 
“I know, and I wouldn’t want you to.”  She stretched up to cross her neck with his, nuzzling his cheek.  Suddenly, in a blur of movement, she wriggled or twisted -- some curious blend of the two actions he couldn’t follow -- rolling the two of them over and forcing a grunt from Tash’s throat as his back hit the floor, Naialah standing triumphantly on top of his chest.
 
With a messy sounding plop, Tash’s receding length at last slipped free, a gush of mixed fluids pouring from the lepardas’ stretched folds into his belly-fur.  Her paws flexed, wickedly curved claws popping out from hiding, which she examined casually.  “Besides, do you really think you could have raped me and managed to stay intact?”  As if to punctuate her words, he could feel the cooling mess sliding down his belly and crotch, dribbling from his already sticky fur to pool on the carpet.  “I can deal with a little heat, especially when its coming from my sweet little Tashi.”  She met his wide-eyed gaze coyly over her extended claws.  Tash decided it was wiser not to answer that particular question.
 
“Ooh, it really is nice once it cools off a bit,” she continued, finally putting away the intimidating claws and settling back down on his chest, a purr rumbling to life again  “It’s almost too bad you’re male, then you could feel what this is like too.”  She tittered, giving him a wink that bore more than a hint of her wicked sense of humour, her paws -- thankfully with claws mostly sheathed -- kneading his chest as she made herself comfortable.  “Of course, then we’d both need to find ourselves a comfy Tashi to take care of us...”
 
Ignoring the fire in his cheeks, he retorted, “I guess I’ll have to miss out.  I’m not into males.”
 
“I’d noticed,” she replied wryly, smirking.  “Better that way.  Means I don’t have to share.”
 
Even Tash had to snort a soft laugh at that.   It was a bit vexing to be treated like her personal bed like this, but at the same time, he couldn’t complain about the chance to snuggle up with her.  Contentedly, he reached a forepaw around her, stroking her shoulders, enjoying the way her purring increased in volume.  
 
Looking down at herself and the spreading puddle on the carpet, Naialah added with a giggle, “Oops, looks like we’ve made a mess.  Think they’ll be upset?”
 
Just as Tash opened his mouth to reply, something crashed to the floor behind them, startling both of the cuddling pokémon.  As one their heads whipped towards the noise, Naialah with an interested gleam in her eye, Tash with a hint of dread creeping slowly into the fog of satisfaction wisping through his mind.
 
“Oh hell,” Eric said, standing in the kitchen doorway, a towel wrapped loosely about his waist, staring directly at them.  A shattered drinking glass lay at his feet, clearly the source of the noise.  For a moment, they merely locked eyes, human and pokémon alike studying each other, attempting to divine intent.  Without breaking eye contact, Eric called loudly upstairs.  “Katie?  Babe?  I think... uhh, I think you might want to see this...”
 
Inwardly, Tash groaned, even as he huddled beneath his wildly giggling mate.  Arceus... He was never going to live this down.