Of all the “normal” qualities of a Pokémon trainer, I definitely have none of them. The main reason is quite simple; I only ever had one Pokémon: my arcanine, Hotaru. Well, I’d gotten her as a growlithe, but that was a long time ago. She evolved… must have been just a few weeks after we’d started traveling. Long story short, she accidentally stepped on a firestone. After that, even though we hadn’t really trained for it, she completely obliterated the first gym by herself, even with a major type-disadvantage. The second reason is a bit more complicated. My family has a sword, specifically a katana, which has been handed down for hundreds of years. Passed from the parent to the child, of whom there was only ever one, though it was never planned. It was akin to a sacred artifact in our lineage, and had been in countless battles. Even we aren’t sure how many lives have been cut away by its edge, but we have worked to make sure that not one of those lives was taken meaninglessly.

By itself, carrying a katana with me (let alone knowing how to use it) would probably make me ‘unusual’, but it didn’t end there. The weapon itself (named “Kocho-ha Kyomei”) was fused with ten “stones of power” as my mother called them when she gave me the blade, which gave it abilities far beyond a normal sword. Today, most people simply call them “evolutionary stones” or something. Regardless, they gave the sword some incredible powers in the right hands, though they have to be “unsealed” by proving your strength, sometimes mental, others physical, to the sword. With the exception of the “ever stone” that used its energy to keep the blade from breaking, or inadvertently causing a Pokémon to evolve (and thereby taking away the power of one of the stones), and was always active. I myself had mastered the use of the “thunder stone”, “fire stone”, “water stone”, and “leaf stone” by the age of nineteen, and was pretty proud of the fact. Most had never mastered more than two in their whole lives, and only three had ever gotten all nine, and the last of those had been something like two hundred years ago. But at the age of nineteen, my only real goal was to enjoy life with Hotaru. At that, I was succeeding greatly.

About four years after we began traveling together, I slowly began to understand her. At first, it was just a few words, things I’d randomly recognize in the midst of her speaking. I believe the first word I understood was my own name, and it just grew from there, and by the age of 17, I could understand almost everything she said. Kocho-ha Kyomei helped, I suspect, since I had “earned” the Flame just hours before I’d heard her say my name for the first time. Though even now I still can’t understand everything she says, I can get by when the rare word comes out as her actual tongue amidst those that I can understand. And she is the only Pokémon I understand. Even when other arcanine speak in their own tongue, I hear them as most humans do. That just made it even more special to me.

But on this day, Hotaru was far more edgy than normal. After taking out all three of a trainer’s Pokémon in less than a minute (for the sixth time that day, no less!), I was getting worried. She was only this edgy once a year. With the research I’d done after the last time, I knew why, but it was a subject I wasn’t sure how to bring up. After that battle, I decided it was time to set up camp, have lunch, and try to relax a bit. So after wandering off the road and into the woods, we started setting up camp in a clearing that was only about ten meters from a clear stream. In the nine years we’d been traveling, we’d gotten pretty quick, and in about three minutes, I’d set up the tent and was tending to the fire that Hotaru had set ablaze on the wood she’d gathered from the surrounding forest. It was then that she approached me.

"Hey, Justin,” she said, her voice akin to angelic, “How about we do some training?”

The fire would take a while before it was at the proper temperature, so we probably had time for a round or two of sparing. Even so, I was hesitant. With how she’d been fighting earlier, I wasn’t sure how much her stress would spill over into our fight. Fighting Pokémon like that was one thing; they had a protective barrier that shielded them from taking any real damage from even the most vicious attack. But even with Kocho-ha Kyomei, I didn’t have that layer of protection. If Hotaru came at me too hard, she could very well kill me in an instant if I failed to dodge or block the blow.

Standing up, I smiled at her, showing nothing of the concerns I brushed away. “Sure, why not?” I said. If I could help with the stress she had to be feeling with what was going on, it was worth the risk.

Grabbing my sword, we moved away from the camp so as to avoid destroying it. Next to the stream, we took up a stance, about three meters from each other. Drawing the blade, I closed my eyes for an instant, reaching in and “grasping” the power the blade allowed me, much like a Pokémon would to their own power. I “held” all but the flame loosely, ready to call upon, but not actually active. When I opened my eyes, Kocho-ha Kyomei was ablaze, and (according to people who’d seen me in a similar state) my eyes glowed flame-red. Hotaru wasted no time, but charged straight in. However, the attack was too straightforward. Even before she reached me, I let loose a wave of fire from the tip of my weapon, swinging it down to form a crescent-shaped pillar of flames that forced her to twist away in midair. She landed elegantly on all four legs, watching me as intently as I watched her.

I shifted my stance, gripping the hilt in both hands. Then, “pulling” on the flame as hard as I could to draw all the power I could handle, I charged Hotaru, reaching her in four steps and thrusting the tip of my blade toward her chest. She swatted the blade aside, and I was forced to duck under her other paw as it flew toward my chest. I rolled under her and came up beside her, swinging for her flank. Kocho-ha Kyomei struck, and sent her back a few decimeters with the blast. Leaping back to avoid a possible counterattack, I “pulled” on the water. Inhaling deeply through my nose, I held my breath for a second, and forced it from my mouth as a stream of pressurized water, very similar to a “Water Gun” attack, but with a power level around a blastoise’s “Hydro Pump”. Though the sensation was very strange, I’ll admit, the power was significantly more than any human could muster alone. It was certainly more than enough to blow back the arcanine… and myself, for that matter, but she took much more damage to her protective barrier than I did to my body, almost to the point of it being dispelled, due to her weakness to the element. All that happened to me was that I was pushed back a meter or so.

She stood back up, but her stance was weak, and the ground slick with mud from my attack. “Let’s stop here, Hotaru,” I said.

“I can still fight,” she said.

“Not against me, and you know it. Your footing is gone, and one more blow would break your energy barrier. I don’t want to risk you getting injured, especially out here where there aren’t any Pokémon centers nearby.” I didn’t mention that it was also because this was the closest thing to beating her I’d yet achieved, and that took a backseat anyways.

“Fine,” she said, almost playfully feigning dejection. I sheathed my weapon and walked over to help her out of the slick mud so she wouldn’t fall. This just ended with her pulling me in and proceeding to playfully roll around and cover us both in the liquefied soil. We laughed for a few minutes, taking the opportunity to enjoy the moment, but the soil quickly started to dry, and we got up.

Walking over to the stream, I looked down at my muddy clothes and came to a decision: I’d bathe later. Then, I hopped in with all my clothes on, bracing myself for the cold water. Landing with a splash, I completely submerged myself, shuddering as the water sucked the heat from my body along with the mud from my clothes. Needless to say, I scrubbed as much of the dirt from my clothes as possible in as short a time as I could. When I was physically unable to take any more, I ran from the water, just about screaming bloody murder, much to Hotaru’s amusement. She looked like she was about to start laughing as she watched me run around to try and warm my skin back up to its normal temperature. Until, that is, I “accidentally” shoved her into the water. The water she displaced upon landing was enough to completely soak me again, but it was totally worth it to see her come up sputtering and howling in indignation. She may have had fur, but it was not made to protect against water, and she was soaked to the skin almost instantly. Granted, she had to get the dirt off, and this method worked, but she was not happy about being suddenly thrown face-first into a freezing river. She glared at me, her eyes beyond venomous.

“Um… I’m going to go and get the food ready,” I said, hurriedly picking up Kocho-ha Kyomei. I then proceeded to run away as fast as I could.

I was half-way back to camp when Hotaru's enraged shout of, “I’M GOING TO KILL YOU, JUSTIN!” reached my ears. I just laughed and ran harder.

Back at camp, I drew the sword and drew on the fire, calling forth a flame that dried my clothes in a flash of steam, leaving my skin unscathed… if only just. Then, doing my best to act as if nothing had happened, I sat before the campfire and took out the insulated flask that held the remnants of our last meal. Pouring the stew into two bowls, I set them on the coals, gently blowing to raise the heat so it would warm the food quicker.

No sooner than had I stood up did I hear a rustling in the bushes from the direction from which I’d run. Picking up my katana, I moved away from the food. Holding the blade, still sheathed, I prepared for the worst. Normally, she’d just come back laughing, maybe ‘punish’ me with a licked face, but she wasn’t ‘normal’ right now. I hadn’t been thinking of that when I’d pushed her in, but now I realized that it was a very, very dumb idea. Even with how close we were, she was so touchy because of what was going on with her body that there was no guarantee that she would let me off without a lot of pain. Damn my playfully impulsive personality!

Just when I was about to lower my guard, a heavy weight hit me from behind, knocking me to the ground and pinning me. As expected, I heard a growl just a moment later. The sword had flown from my grip, landing almost two meters away, well out of my reach from my position under the arcanine.

Crap.

I could feel at least most of her weight on my body, shifting around as she strove to keep her balance for a few seconds, before finally settling to her knees. I felt like I was going to suffocate to death. But then, the weight almost completely disappeared, leaving only a single paw on the center of my back to remind me of what was coming... though beyond the fact that I wouldn’t like it, I had no idea what she was going to do.

Mere seconds later, I felt her hot breath on my ear as she closed in, my breath came faster every second, fear of what she could do to me overtaking my mind in an uncharacteristically strong fashion. Every second felt like an hour as her open muzzle got closer and closer to my sensitive skin.

I almost screamed in anticipated pain when she gave my face a fast, wet lick. I tried to protest a second later, but she repeated, leaving long, wet trails down my face, covering it completely in just a few laps of her wide, wet, and slightly rough canine tongue. She was so fast, I barely got a word in, simply because I was afraid she’d accidentally slide her tongue past my lips if I opened them. That would definitely end in a very awkward manner. It always did.

After a short, semi-hellish eternity, she finally let up. Taking her paw off my back, she backed away. I turned to find her with a goofy grin on her muzzle, watching me like a comedy show. “There,” she giggled, “Now we’re even.”

Great. Now I really needed a bath. Glaring at her with only half-hearted animosity, I pointed at the bowls that were still lying among the smoldering remains of the fire. Hotaru was over there so fast it seemed like she teleported. Then it was my turn to grin. Food: it works every time. I followed her more slowly. After wiping my face as best I could, I found that the stew was as good as it had been during breakfast that morning. “Spoons are for sissies; real Trainers don’t need ‘em,” I thought, silently laughing at the lame joke. Two bowls later, I’d finally had my fill. Standing, I turned back to the river, my intentions obvious as soon as I grabbed a clean set of clothing from my bag. Hotaru, thankfully, didn’t follow. It’s not that we’d never bathed together, but after the incident, it had become somewhat awkward to be around her without being fully clothed...

Going slightly downstream, I quickly found a calm area. It looked to have been carved into the bank, so as to create an area with less flow than the rest of the river. But I didn’t really care about the mathematics or history of it. All I cared was that I could wash off in it. Setting Kocho-ha Kyomei at the edge of the clear water, I quickly shucked my clothing. Setting them in a pile next to the clean set, I took a deep breath and, without letting myself hesitate, ran forward and leaped as far as I could into the freezing water.

I quickly began to lose feeling in my fingers and toes; so as fast as I could, I scrubbed myself down with a bar of soap made specifically for trainers. In all honesty, it was just normal soap, with a cheap iron weight in the center to keep it from floating away in a stream or river. Regardless, it managed to get most of the dirt and such from my skin, and when I surfaced, I felt cleaner than I had in a week. If I’d known how hard it was to get a bath in the wilderness... well, I doubt it would’ve made any difference on whether I became a trainer or not.

I could feel a pair of eyes drilling into my back from the shore, but I forced myself to ignore it. I knew who it was, and even though I tried to tell myself that she was just being protective, I wanted to believe that it was more than that...

-.-

Sitting amidst the trees and bushes of the forest that edged the river, I could not tear my eyes away from Justin’s form while he bathed. I felt unimaginably disgusted with myself; it felt like I was using him. Nonetheless, I couldn’t help but bring my rear around, and almost without realizing it, I started to lap at myself. Sparks of pleasure shot up from wherever my tongue touched, and before long, I lost myself to them.

-.-

I had just finished bathing and pulled my pants on when I heard it. Hotaru’s cry of fear and anger echoed down from the forest not thirty feet away. Without hesitation, I darted for the source, carrying my sheathed sword in my left hand, ready to draw and cut in an instant, if need be. My bare feet pounded the ground beneath them, moving as fast as they could carry me. I snaked between the few trees that separated me from her, and emerged into a slight gap in the thicket.

Before me stood Hotaru, her back to me, facing three pokemon; two grovyle and a sudowoodo. Their intentions were quite clear, what with each of their cocks standing straight up in plain view. Even as I watched, she unleashed a rain of fire on them, and for a moment, I was sure it was all over.

When the flames died out, however, three shapes still stood. The two grass-types were quite battered, but still standing, and the rock-type sudowoodo appeared completely unscathed. Before they could move, and before Hotaru could release another attack, the saya was on the ground, and I charged past her, striking at the rock-type. Even as I began my stroke, water burst from the edge and encased the blade. I wasn’t pulling any punches here, and my attack struck with a resounding crack that sent the rock-type flying back between his cronies. Surprisingly, the two grovyle held their ground. If they hadn’t just tried to do something to Hotaru, I may have had enough respect for their courage to let them go unharmed. But nobody, and I mean nobody tries to hurt her and gets away with it. When my blade reached the opposite end of its arc, the blade seemed to turn around of its own accord, and the vine-blade crumbled to ash. Even as I began the strike at the pokemon, Kocho-Ha Kyomei burst into flame once again, but this time, it remained on the steel, and when I struck, a small explosion blew the grass-types back with their companion. Just seconds later, they woke, and with a single glance at me, they grabbed the sudowoodo and made a run for it.

Picking up the saya, I smoothly slid the blade back into place, and turned to the arcanine. “What happened,” I asked, unable to keep the concern from my voice. “If they hurt you, I swear I’ll-,”

“Its fine,” Hotaru quickly interjected, “You got here before they could try anything.”

A sigh of relief escaped my lips. “Good... but...”

“Yes?”

“Why were they after you?” As was to be expected, her whole body tensed up, as if she really didn’t want me to ask that question, or didn’t want to answer it. Her blush was clearly visible, even though her fur.

“I...it doesn’t matter...” She muttered, her head turning to the side, refusing to meet my gaze.

I was having none of that. Grabbing her chin, I firmly raised her eyes to look into my own. “It does.” I said. “Can’t you see how much you’re hurting me? I know you were watching me, and I don’t care!” I paused for breath before continuing. “Every year you get like this, but you won’t let me help you! Do you have any idea how much it pains me to have to watch you, who I love more than anyone, suffer like this?”

While I panted, she said, rather quieter than I was used to, “I... I can’t tell you. I just... can’t.”

Looking dead in her eyes, I stopped trying to stay away from the subject. “I know you’re in heat!” I almost yelled. “If you wanted me to find a breeder with another arcanine, all you had to do was say something! You know I'd do anything for you.” I all but whispered the last part of the statement as the pain and anger I'd stored for so long finally flowed from me, leaving me feeling almost drained. Without a thought, I pulled her close and hugged her tightly.

“But that’s not what I want,” she whispered, her voice wracked with as much pain as I felt. “I don’t want to mate with an arcanine.”

“Then what?” I demanded. “What do you want?”

She muttered something unintelligible to my ears. When it was clear I hadn’t heard it, she said, “I don’t want an arcanine... I want you... I love you”

Those three words. Three simple words, but they shattered everything I knew about her, like hot glass that had been cooled too quickly. But seconds later, those shards rejoined into a shape that was far more beautiful. A thousand small details which, until that moment, had not added up now made sense, and I smiled as a revelation hit me.

Almost surprising myself, I pulled back just slightly, before leaning forward and pressing my lips to hers in an awkward kiss. It was strange, simply because her muzzle was not exactly meant for kissing, but no less pleasant because of it. Pulling back after a matter of moments, I said, “Well why didn’t you just say so?” Then I pulled her closer, and whispered in her ear. “I meant what I said when I told you I’d do anything for you.” Then I kissed her once again, but this time, I pushed my tongue in to play with hers.

After but a moment, I once again broke away. “I’m going to go gather my stuff. I’ll meet you back at camp as soon as I’m done.” She nodded once, then turned and bounded away.

Picking up Kocho-ha Kyomei’s saya, I sheathed the blade, and turned back to the river where I’d left my shirt and the rest of the items from my bag. Pulling my shirt over my head, I started walking back to the tent. The sword rested edge-up against my shoulder as I made my way back to camp. Even as I walked, I wondered where I was going to do this. The tent was far too small, even if we lay down, for those sorts of activities. But even though it wasn’t technically illegal, or even really frowned upon by most, that was still something I didn’t want to do in plain sight.

I sighed. “Only place we could go would be in the trees...” I thought.

When I arrived, Hotaru was awaiting me by the campfire. She saw me, and grinned wolfishly, probably at the sight of my shirt. Already I was starting to feel nervous. I was going to... well, mate with my best friend, and she could hurt me if she wasn’t careful, after all. “Over to the trees, then, Justin?” The words startled me from my thoughts, and I could only nod. Even though I’d taken this a bit nonchalantly at first, it was starting to sink in what was about to happen. While she appeared extremely cheerful and excited, I felt increasingly nervous with every passing moment. I must have hesitated a moment too long, because just as I was about to start following, she turned around and grabbed my shirt in her jaws and pulled me along with her. The amount of effort she used made it seem she was dragging an infant... not that I was resisting.

Unsurprisingly, Hotaru chose the thicket well away from the one I’d found her in. No need to go back there, after all. Especially, after what had almost happened there. Dropping to the ground, she quickly cleared fair-sized area of the sticks, rocks, and leaves that would be rather uncomfortable under our feet. When finished, she turned back to me, the goofy grin on her face failing to disguise the lusty look in her eyes.

I could already feel my pants beginning to tighten up, and Hotaru could see it too. She walked up to me, and pressed her nose to my groin, inhaling deeply. I felt a rush of cold air flow from into her nostrils, and then a warm breeze blew over me. Her teeth carefully grasped the waistband of my jeans, and then viciously pulled, tearing them from my body, and surprising me. Even as she turned back to me, I quickly shucked my shirt and boxers to spare them the same fate, and she pushed me down to my butt before I could protest.

I was totally exposed to her at that point. Her gaze didn’t take long to sweep down to my now-hard shaft. I heard her growl lustily, and she once again buried her muzzle in my crotch. This time, however, she didn’t do very much sniffing. This time, I moaned at the sensation of her hot, wet, and slightly rough tongue as it lapped at the tip. After a few seconds, her paws came up and steadied the base so it would stop moving at every lick, and she settled down onto her belly. I closed my eyes, my mouth parting to allow a gasp to escape me every so often. Then, just when I was getting used to the sensation, it changed. Her muzzle parted around me and enveloped my shaft to the base. My eyes snapped open, and my hands flew to grasp her just behind her ears. The feeling of her warm maw as it suckled gently on me, her tongue still lapping at the base... it was almost too much.

“That feels s-so g-g-good,” I half gasped, half moaned. We gazed into each other’s eyes, and even though my body was telling me to close them, I kept it that way.

Sooner than I’d have thought, I began to feel a familiar sensation. “S-stop,” I moaned. “If you don’t I’m gunna...”

She finally pulled her head back. “Oh, really?” she asked. It didn’t seem like a rhetorical question, so I nodded. She grinned mischievously at me for a moment, then before I could say another word, she closed her muzzle over my tip and sucked, her tongue lapping roughly at the sensitive flesh. There was no way I could hold back. With a loud, gasping moan, I came. A hot, burning, tingling sensation shot through my body, my seed shooting from me and right onto Hotaru’s awaiting tongue. I could see her eyes light up the instant she tasted it, which surprised me.

After several moments of pure bliss, the pleasure slowly faded, leaving me gasping for breath. Hotaru, for her part, released me from her muzzle, licked her lips, and smiled. Pressing her lips briefly to my own, she stepped back a couple paces, and turned around. Her front legs bent so her chest was on the ground and her tail high above it, as if she were asking to play. In a way, she was, but this was far less innocent than it had been before. Swallowing as if that would dislodge the lump that had reappeared in my throat, I slowly returned to my feet. Placing one foot in front of the other, I made my way over to the presenting arcanine, and grabbed her hips. Leaning in, I stuck out my tongue and pressed it inside her. In all that research I’d done to figure out what was wrong with Hotaru, I’d found a few... other things, as well.

I quested inside her for but a moment when I found it: her clit. The instant the tip of my tongue pressed against it, she uttered a gasp. The second time, she cried out, “Oh, by Arceus that feels incredible,” followed by many more moans, each louder than the last. Her hips began twitching after a few more strokes of her sensitive ridge of flesh. After but a few more, she was humping down on me; not hard enough to hurt, but more than enough to show her pleasure. “D-don’t you dare stop, Justin,” she moaned, her bucking getting even more enthusiastic.

I couldn’t help but pull back and say, “I wasn’t planning on it... but now I have to respond.” I’d have said more, but her dangerous growl convinced me to get back to it. In the second or two I’d stopped eating her out, her hips had barely slowed, and it took a moment to get my tongue back into her hot, squeezing depths. With my face in her rump, I couldn’t see her expressions as she could mine earlier, but I could hear her howls, which could probably be said for anyone within ten miles.

Then, her thrusting picked up another notch, and she cried out, half way between a moan and a scream, “I-I’m... arr-arcanine!” That I heard part of the declaration in her native tongue surprised me, but she could only have been saying one thing. Even as she said it, I felt her already tight walls squeeze even tighter, almost keeping my tongue locked in place. Not that I was going anywhere, even if I’d decided to slip it out, so I simply let her hump against it, grinding her sensitive clit on the organ to prolong her climax. It was an eternity that I stood there, my face pressed to her butt in an amazingly intimate kiss with her orgasmic sex. I was perfectly content to lap up the fluids that were only now beginning to dribble out in copious amounts. The taste was incredible... kind of sweet, and incredibly warm. I swallowed every drop I could, but so much was wasted, running down my chin and dripping to the ground.

When she was finally finished, I pulled back regretfully. “That was more fun than I had ever imagined it could be,” I said between pants.

“I think... I enjoyed it... more than you did,” moaned my arcanine, still in the same position, and I could see a bit of drool running from the back of her muzzle. I had to agree, she seemed to be telling the truth. Her whole body was still quivering, and her legs were almost fit to give in. “Well are you going to mount me or not?” she demanded, her voice cracking slightly.

She was as nervous as I.

Looking down, I saw that pleasuring her had once again gotten me ready. Looking back at her, I asked, “Are you sure you want this?”

Not moving from her position, she responded. “Y-yes. I-I do.” she said, her voice cracking again. But her eyes, even hazed by pleasure and lust, were firm. “Do it fast, and don’t hold back.”

Swallowing my nervousness one more time, I grabbed her hips once more, this time, though, I slowly lined myself up with her Y-shaped entrance. Pressing the very tip into her, I paused. Then, taking a deep breath, I thrust as hard and fast as I could, breaking her hymen and hilting myself in one swift, almost vicious movement. Immediately, I realized what I’d done, and halted.

“What... are you doing,” Hotaru half moaned, half whined. “I told you not to hold back.”

“But... you... that had to hurt,” I moaned midway through the sentence, when her walls really started to try to pull on me. “God, you’re squeezing me so much... it’s hard to think!”

“Then don’t!” She moaned, “So full...”

I couldn’t hold back any more. Pulling back until only the head was inside her, I rammed forward with all the speed and power I could, eliciting another cry of delight from her. Pulling back again, I repeated, this time slightly slower, but harder. Again and again I pounded her, each time hearing a new, arousing noise come from her. She squeezed me so tightly, her walls attempting to pull me in further with every thrust, and trying to keep me from leaving every time I pulled back. I was moaning almost as fervently as she was, and it was taking everything I had just to keep thrusting. Then, an idea took hold of me.

Still pounding her as hard as I could, I leaned forward, causing her front end to drop until her chin touched her paws and making her moan even louder. Wrapping my arms around her waist, my fingertips quested through her fur until they found what they were looking for. When I started stroking the sensitive nubs of her nipples, she gasped between and moaned out, “Wh-what did you just...? Don’t you dare stop...”

I, of course, was more than happy to oblige.

Only a short time later, I felt her tighten even more around me, her depths releasing a flood of fluid while she howled louder than ever before, almost hurting my ears with it. The squeezing alone put me right near the edge of my own climax, but it was so tight, I couldn’t move at all! For an uncounted time she kept me locked in place, unable to move, and barely able to breathe through the pleasure that grip gave me. Yet at the same time, it was agony, being so close to orgasm, yet unable to quite reach it. Through the countless minutes I was locked inside her, I gradually felt myself slipping away from orgasm, despite the grip on my cock. Though it was pleasant, it wasn’t very... stimulating. By the time she was finished with her climax, I was almost back where I’d started, as hard as that may be to believe.

With her panting and apparently spent from her climax, I pulled out and promptly fell on my rear. Aroused as I was, I had to do something about it, and I immediately started stroking myself. But almost as soon as I began, a shadow fell over me.

“And what do you think you’re doing?” Asked a certain arcanine, making me jump like a small child who’d been caught doing something naughty.

“We-well you were... so I was just...” I stuttered, attempting to figure out what to say. Before I could, however, she stepped forward, putting a paw on my chest and forcing me to lay back.

“You are going to finish in me. Understand?” All I could do was nod. From my position, she made a very intimidating figure. I expected her to get back into her former position so I could mount her again, but she didn’t. Instead, she crouched down, her hips aligned with my own, and her intent couldn’t be clearer. Yet when I attempted to grip my shaft to align it with her entrance, she growled deeply, and the paw on my chest grew heavier. Rather, she opted to hump down slightly, trying to catch my tip in her. After a few tries, she finally managed to get the head nestled inside her. Then, after just a brief pause, she pushed her hips down, until they were pressed against my own. I was only able to appreciate the feeling of being buried deep in her for a moment, before she pulled back, and thrust down again harder than I could ever hope to. When her hips slammed against mine again, this time even faster, a moan was forced from me. Then, she began to really pound me, getting into the jackhammering motion that I thought was unique to male canines while mating. Every couple seconds, I’d let out another moan, or gasp of pleasure, when she came down just right. A couple of times, I tried to match her jackhammering thrusts, to hump up into her, but I just couldn’t keep up.

It took me a moment to realize she was moaning and howling even louder than I was. Even after two orgasms, her pleasure only seemed to increase, and the very thought made me smile even wider than I already was. I was the one bringing her this pleasure, and that knowledge made me beyond happy. I could feel my shaft twitching inside her, rubbing a new place in her cunt with every movement, bringing even greater pleasure to both of us. It wasn’t long before I felt her begin to spasm around me, milking my shaft tighter with every second, and I knew what was going to happen. Her movements suddenly became jerky, frantic, and a flood of her fluids splashed from her, soaking us both. After a moment, to my surprise, she began to thrust even more frantically than before, despite the fact that her walls were squeezing so hard it almost hurt.

It happened then, so fast that I didn’t even sense it coming. Pure bliss shot up my spine, my whole body tingling hotly as it locked up, my cock twitching three times, before it began to shoot spurt after sticky, hot spurt of my seed deep into my arcanine.

“F-fuck! I can feel it Justin! So much of it pouring into me!” Hotaru practically screamed to the sky, her hips crushing into mine, her tunnel squeezing so tightly that even after half a minute of cumming deep inside her, not a drop of it was allowed to escape. In that half-minute, my orgasmic bliss hadn’t lessened in the slightest, and I was still releasing myself into her just as copiously as I had from the start. The look of bliss in Hotaru’s eyes as she leaned down and kissed me eagerly only served to send a thrill through me as well, and I felt glad I could please her, rather than just pleasing myself.

Soon after her tongue found mine, my orgasm began to taper off. Slowly, I felt the pleasure drain from my body, leaving me feeling beyond satisfied, but also incredibly drained. It took an effort to kiss her back, but it was an effort I was more than willing to give. I panted against her tongue, wrapping my arms around her neck and pulling her close, my shaft still buried deep inside her, pulsing, slowly softening. After a moment, it simply popped out of her, and I heard a soft moan from above me.

The arcanine rolled off, her furry weight quickly coming to rest right next to me, keeping me very warm despite the cool air against my skin. “Hotaru, I love-” I began, only to be interrupted by a loud snore. I rolled my eyes, pulling her closer for warmth, and slowly drifted off, myself. I knew, no matter what happened from then on, I’d always have her, and she’d always have me, even more than ever before.