The First Night
A forest, just beginning to grow dim, the sun only just touching the western horizon. High above the treetops, a young man stands on the edge of a cliff, viewing the tranquility with a resigned air. His clothes are strange; a leather vest and breeches, and his shoes are barely sandals held against his feet by leather thongs. Aside from a fang-shaped pendant around his neck, small wooden rods are the only decoration he wears, strapped in a bandolier across his chest. He touches one of them fondly. There are six in all, and they seem strangely lifeless.
"This way!" a voice from behind him shouts. Not close enough, yet. He has some little time left to himself.
"Spirit of the forest!" he cries out. "Please! Protect those who served me by making sure I am never found. My life is at an end but they deserve no blame for what I have done."
There is no answer, and he begins to sink to his knees as the hopelessness of his situation stuns him. Then a small noise echoes from behind him, and he turns, suddenly nose to nose with the forest spirit of legend. Celebi nods once at him, and he heaves a sigh of relief as his bandolier vanishes from sight. Celebi follows an instant later, knowing that she cannot prevent what is about to happen, and fearing what will come of it.
"Here he is!" The voice is louder now, and the man stands, drawing a sword from its hiding place in the rocks nearby. If he's smart, the Chief will have his warriors shoot him without coming near, but the man will not die without at least trying to defend himself.
He never heard the whispering sound of the arrow's fletching nor the sickening thunk as it struck him.
[700 years later]
"More fire, Beni! Your Fire Fang should be bright enough to nearly blind the audience, and I know you can do it!"
*I'm working on it, Zach. Do you want to try?* Beni asked me. She was unusual in that respect; her first trainer had been a rogue Psychic who had been arrested by the police not long before we met. The man had taught her the human language and how to use the latent psionic abilities that every pokemon has to a greater or lesser degree. When he abandoned her in an attempt to flee, she decided she owed him no loyalty anymore and had kept him from leaving before the police could arrive. In exchange, the local fuzz had given her into the care of the Pokemon Ranger Academy, as a potential partner for a new student.
"If I were an Arcanine like you, I might. But since I'm not... more fire!"
*Yes, yes, I understand.*
The Arcanine, Beni, closed her eyes for a moment, then let out an echoing roar as she threw her jaws wide. Fire billowed to each side of her muzzle as she inhaled, and then she slammed her mouth shut as she exhaled, and the fire seemed to wrap around her teeth as she bit down. I had spots in my eyes from watching too closely, and I smiled as she mastered her technique.
"That was perfect, girl!" I crowed. "This contest is as good as won!"
My name is Zach. My trainer card says Zachary Winton-Kincaid, but I've never met my father, from whom I got 'Winton,' and my mother, 'Kincaid' was a drunk and a whore. I loved her anyway, but the only name of mine I felt had any honor left was the one she had given me when I was born, and later confirmed when, in a surprising bout of sobriety, she had seen me baptized. But drink and disease and poverty took her from me just as I began my pokemon journey, and I saw no reason to claim either part of a name I felt no connection to. Perhaps, if she had lived, or if I had met my father... but that's neither here nor there.
Anyway. Most people assume that, if you travel with pokemon, you're a pokemon trainer. That's true, but there are a number of other positions which involve pokemon to some extent. I've done most of the jobs you can think of for a pokemon trainer. I worked for a while as a journalist, writing articles about pokemon in the wild. I spent a few months as a ranger, which is where I met Beni; I was pretty good at it, in fact, which surprised me since I'd only signed up because I'd seen what the girl rangers wore. It wasn't the life for me though, and so I left, and surprisingly, Beni came with me. She said she felt that I was the perfect trainer for her.
Just recently, I had begun the study of contests and techniques, which makes me a Coordinator, I guess, and brings me back to why Beni and I were doing some last minute training before the competition tomorrow.
*It's an easy technique, but the revisions we've made should surprise everyone,* Beni agreed without reservation.
"Indeed." I began to walk back to the campsite. "That's actually pretty usual, from what I'm told. Most contestants pick easy, often used techniques but change them in small ways to make them unique. I've heard that judges actually prefer that to using entirely new techniques, because it shows skill and dedication." I wasn't sure what the difference was between new and old techniques, as far as the judges were concerned, but I was willing to be guided by experience. I'm not totally stupid.
A sudden rustling nearby was all the warning I got and I braced myself for the "stealth glomp" as a black and blue blur soared at me from the nearby bushes.
"Welcome home, Zach!" Cammy was a Lucario, given to me as an egg during my travels, and the only other member of my "team." She had been raised by me since birth, and between Beni's abilities and my strange habit of talking to pokemon even when they couldn't respond had led to her saying her first word (the word was "poffin," for the curious) around six months ago. She had made major strides since then, and when she evolved, the vocal cords and lip movements meshed far better with the human tongue than they had for her Riolu form. Apparently the 'z' sound was not easy, though, so my name usually came out sounding more like "Jock" than "Zach."
"Thanks, Cammy," I smiled. "What's for dinner?"
"I catched fish," she explained.
*Caught,* Beni corrected almost automatically.
"Catched. I will catch, am catching, have catched," Cammy recited stubbornly.
"Let be, Beni," I said, forestalling an argument. "More than one fish, I hope?"
"Lots and lots!" Cammy looked up at the sky for a moment, then down at her hands. She flashed them at me twice.
"Twelve fish?" I asked. Numbers occasionally still gave her trouble. She nodded proudly.
"Good job!" I congratulated her. "That should even fill the bottomless pit, here." I gestured at Beni.
*You usually eat twice what I do, Zach.*
"Do I?" I laughed. "Well, we'll see."
Dinner was delicious, as usual. None of us trainers, no matter what we do, can be ignorant of cooking. I mean, you can survive on rice and soup indefinitely, to be sure, but you get bored very quickly. In this case, Cammy's fishing prowess and my own ability to clean and spice the fish left us all satisfied and drowsy after the mean. The forest was silent, even of the usual noises of bugs and pokemon, and I found it very easy to drift off to sleep.
I awoke a few hours later. The moon was high overhead, just shy of being full, and I wondered for a moment why I had woken up. I'm usually a heavy sleeper, one of the things which made being a ranger difficult, and I rarely woke before noon. Then I realized the forest was no longer silent, but was filled with a panting and whining noise which seemed somehow famili-
Beni! I jumped to my feet in an instant, all sleepiness forgotten, and I saw Beni rolling around on the ground, apparently gasping for breath. I had made it a habit not to force either of my teammates into their pokeballs at night, and I would never forgive myself if that meant something had managed to hurt Beni. I looked around for Cammy and saw her wide, surprised eyes peering from around a nearby tree. I gestured at her to come to me as I tried to get close enough to Beni to see what was wrong. I narrowly dodged a paw as she struck out. I felt hurt, and upset, but then I saw her eyes, wild and unfocused, and realized that all she saw was a potential enemy, not her trainer.
"What's wrong with her?" I asked nobody in particular, staring helplessly the Arcanine.
Cammy slipped closer as Beni began to writhe on the ground, mewling in frustration. The blue and black fighter looked up at me, a very peculiar expression on her face.
"She's in heat," she explained, matter-of-factly.
"Heat," I repeated slowly.
"Yes, she's... how do you humans say it...?"
"Horny?" I asked. The concept wasn't fitting well in my mind.
"Yes, that's the word!" she replied happily, clapping her paws together. "Horny!"
I considered that a moment. The Academy hadn't really dealt overmuch with pokemon reproduction, except to say that Breeders were trained to handle emergencies if they came up, and that pokemon that stayed with trainers rarely developed the mating urge. It didn't say what to do if you were several hundred miles from the nearest breeding center when a problem arose.
"So, what can we do?" I said anxiously. Beni was beginning to look like she was in pain, and I was starting to worry. What if she hurt herself?
"Not much we can do," came Cammy's slow, unusually thoughtful response. "She needs a mate, but I don't smell any Arcanine or anything else anywhere near here."
It had been my idea to train so far away from anyone else, and that meant that Beni had no mate nearby, and I couldn't think of anybody who might know what to do in the area. The training had been necessary, but if Beni got hurt, I would be the only one to blame. I thought about my options-pretty slim-and sighed.
"What about a human?" I asked. Cammy didn't even blink, and I knew she had already considered the idea.
"That might work," she agreed. "Especially since she has a close attachment to you, her body should accept you as a mate and settle down after you're... finished." She said the last word with a strange tone of anticipation. I gave her a searching look, but if any expression had graced her face while speaking, it was gone when I looked, and I turned my gaze back to contemplating Beni.
If what I was debating doing ever got out, I would be laughed out of any chance of competing in a serious tournament again, and the word 'pervert' would be whispered by everyone behind my back. I wasn't even sure it was legal. I laughed at that thought, the tension broken in my mind. My discussions with Beni and Cammy, if nothing else, amply proved that pokemon were at least as intelligent as humans, and deserved to be treated the same. Certainly, if it was a human girl lying at my feet and needing me to... well, you know... I wouldn't have hesitated for an instant. How much more of a duty did I owe my own partner?
"Tell me what to do," I asked Cammy, kneeling next to Beni. The Arcanine's eyes were feverish with what I now knew was arousal and lust. Not for me; there was only the slightest hint that she even recognized me in the stress her body was putting her through. The lust was for the male her body knew had to be near. Any male strong enough to take her.
"She'll expect to be mounted from the rear," Cammy began. The word 'mounted' rang somewhat hollow in my mind as a strangely clinical term. "You'll need to prepare her for entry, though, just like-I imagine-a human woman. You can do that either from the rear, from beneath her, or from on top of her, but the actual mating must be from behind." I wondered for a moment how Cammy knew this, since she hadn't been raised in the wild, but I pushed that from my mind. Time enough to wonder, later.
"I understand," I said. The odd thing was, I did. Once the decision had been made, I was almost eager to implement it. Partly, I wanted to help Beni as soon as possible, but I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't incredibly curious as well. Despite my attempts to the contrary, I was still a virgin. Being a trainer or coordinator doesn't take you very close to towns except for gym badges and contests, and even then your mind is focused on other things that sex. Or at least, mine always was. But I'm still a teenager, after all, and hormones don't just go away because they're inconvenient.
"Beni," I murmured, looking into her eyes, "I'm going to try to help you. Try not to fight me."
"Good," Cammy approved. "Talk to her, calm her down."
I snorted to myself. I wasn't half as worried about her as I was about one of her rather large paws hitting me: the average Arcanine weighs somewhere around 375 pounds. Then I focused my mind entirely on the business at hand, stroking Beni's chest fur gently as I whispered soothingly to her. Her frantic wriggling and twisting seemed to calm, and a semblance of sanity returned to her eyes.
*Zach? What?*
"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked gently, still petting her silk-soft fur.
*No mate in area, nothing could do.* Her replies were shaken and disordered, but understandable. I rolled my eyes.
"And of course, you're too noble to suggest that I help you, right?" I took her lack of response for agreement and sighed. "Beni, we're partners. We help each other. If you need this, then it's not only my job to do it for you, but also my pleasure." Again, I was surprised to realize I meant every word of it, and I saw Beni's eyes widen slightly in surprise as I bent down to kiss her nose.
"Now hush, and let me help you," I told her firmly. I could feel her heart racing under my fingers and I ran my fingers up to the side of her muzzle, hoping to calm her even further.
*Yes.* Beni agreed. I felt any resistance in her melt as her body relaxed at my touch.
At her agreement, I slid my hands down lower, feeling for the heat and moistness I knew had to be there. I found it almost exactly where it would have been on a human woman, between her rear legs. My mind mentally rearranged Beni and I saw how it would be just accessible from behind her if she were standing.
She began to whine as I dug my first couple of fingers inside of her. Her cunt felt strange, completely unlike what I had imagined from the pictures of human women I had seen on occasion. I had expected a feeling like the inside of a mouth; warm and wet, but unyielding. Instead, it felt squishy. Not gross-squishy, but sort of plump. I decided I could get addicted to the feeling, though. I worked my way towards her hind legs to get a closer look.
Her light orange belly fur ringed her slit, much thinner than the rest of her coat. The fleshy lips, usually buried beneath her fur, were protruding and visibly shaking in time with Beni's heartbeat. I leaned forward to get a closer look, and a faint scent, not unpleasant but unfamiliar, reached my nose. I shrugged mentally and decided to taste.
It wasn't bad, I decided to myself. The small amount of liquid that had collected in her cunt had been far more oily than I'd want as a food, but it had been almost sweet, though a bit tangy. Not an offensive taste, in any respect, I thought as I began to lick in earnest. I smiled as I heard Beni begin to growl in the back of her throat. Then I almost growled myself, as I felt someone unzip my pants and a small hand-no, paw-touched my manhood through my boxers. I looked downward and saw Cammy contemplating the bulge with a look of undisguised hunger on her face. She noticed my gaze and gave me a guileless smile.
"Someone must keep you ready," she explained innocently. I debated arguing that Beni's scent seemed to be doing a fine job on that by itself, but she freed my cock from its confines and had her lips on it before I could get the first word out. Whatever I meant to say was drowned in a moan as the heat of her mouth seemed to sear my cock in an agony of pleasure. Don't knock the words; if you've felt anything like it, you know what I mean.
I shakily returned my attention back to my original partner. A part of my mind was considering the fact that I had raised Cammy since she was born and that made her sort of like a daughter, but my higher mental functions didn't seem to be doing very much at this stage, so I let my objection go.
Beni was starting to quiver again, but this time with less agony and more urgency. It looked like she might be almost ready for mating, and I sped up my efforts to help her along. Cammy noticed the change in rhythm somehow, because she started sucking in earnest, as though she was trying to pull my semen out by force. It should have been painful, but it really felt incredibly good. A soft paw was massaging my balls all the while, and I stiffened as I felt a sudden flare of heat in my loins.
"Cammy," I hissed. "You might not want to..."
"Mreerax," she mumbled. Relax. The feeling of her tongue as she tried to talk around my cock sent me over the edge, and I felt the first spurt of cum. Her mouth squeezed me tightly and I felt that she was trying to swallow as fast as she could. The thought sent a few more pulses of semen into her mouth, and she looked up at me with a bemused expression of satisfaction.
"Yum," she said, licking her lips to catch the least bit that had escaped. Somehow, I found that immensely funny.
Beni's own juices were starting to run freely now, matting the fur beneath her slit and overpowering my nose with her musk. It seemed that she was ready to mate, and I stood, discarding the rest of my clothes. Beni heaved herself to her feet as I stood, and I felt her press her tail against my groin.
*Mate with me, Zach,* she sent, urgency infusing her mind's voice.
I required no second urging. I felt Cammy release me and saw her step in front of Beni. A brief pause ensued while they conversed, and then I stared in disbelief as Beni snaked out her tongue and licked Cammy's crotch. Beni's tail flicked under my nose, as if to say "Business, boy," and I shook my head to clear it.
I reached down underneath Beni and felt again for her cunt. It was easier to find this time, since I knew where to look, and my efforts had served to dampen the fur ringing it. I pressed my cock against her entrance and started pushing. It was more awkward than I had expected, but after a few moments, I was all the way in. Beni growled in the back of her throat and her tongue was lashing at Cammy's clothed sex.
It took several tries for me to get the rhythm down. I kept accidentally slipping out of Beni, causing her to growl in an entirely different way I wasn't sure I liked, but soon I was pumping in and out of her in a fast and steady beat. A rumbling purr (there was no other word to describe it) began to issue from Beni's open mouth, and Cammy seemed ready to explode from the Arcanine's tongue.
"Oh wow, oh yes, oh wow," she kept stammering, jumping slightly each time Beni touched her. Beni's purring grew louder and louder as I continued. Thanks to Cammy, I felt no urgency and so I was only just beginning to feel the stirrings of climax when Beni threw her head back and roared. At once, she tightened around me and seemed to pull me in even deeper, and I came. Her body seemed determined to milk every last bit of cum from me, and I felt drained when the squeezing sensation finally ended. Cammy was gasping heavily as well, sitting on the ground, and I looked past Beni's mane to see a large damp spot underneath where she had been standing. Apparently she had an orgasm at the same time as we had, and from the looks of her, quite as strong as ours had been. I smiled tiredly and pulled my limp cock from Beni, as she collapsed on the ground, panting and, catching her breath. Exhausted, I sat down on my sleeping bag, considering the stars. Strange how different they looked now, I thought to myself, toying with the idea of lighting a cigarette. A shadow fell across my face and I looked up at Cammy.
"Thanks! I've wanted to do -that- since I was Riolu!" she said, giggling. I cocked my head to one side.
"Where did you learn it?" I asked. I suspected I knew the answer.
"A magazine! You let me go that one day in Jubilife, remember?"
"A magazine. Like... Cosmo?"
"'Hot Hoenn Teens,'" she recited proudly.
With that, I firmly disengaged my brain and fell back down to sleep. A soft padding caught my attention and I felt Beni and Cammy lay down next to me, one on each side.
*It's cold,* Beni commented evasively. I shrugged, and somewhere between one moment and the next, fell asleep.
When next I awoke, the sun was just beginning to sink to the west. Afternoon, then, perhaps 1 p.m. I reached out to check my watch, wondering why neither Beni or Cammy, conspicuously absent, had awoken me, when my hand hit a billowing sheet. Well, it felt like that, anyway. I followed the sheet upwards, to a rather significant bust and upwards to a pale blue face framed by dark green hair. I blinked and flung myself upright, taking a defensive stance. The pokemon giggled.
"I am Gardevoir," the pokemon said softly. It sounded like a title, not a name. Its... no, her, definitely female... voice sounded like a laughing brook. "I serve Celebi, the guardian of this forest and of all forests throughout all time. What you did last night awoke me." The sudden embarrassment I felt made me surlier than I would usually be.
"Maybe you should have hit the ceiling or wall to tell us to be quiet, rather than surprising us now," I growled, dropping my guard. Even in Sinnoh, we had legends about Celebi. Gardevoir smiled, I think, and then laughed aloud.
"That's not quite what I meant," she said apologetically, still with mirth in her voice. "I mean, the sensation of people, human and pokemon, is unusual here, and your emotions last night were strong enough to catch my attention and bring my mistress back to what you would call the present."
"I see." The moderation in my tone was as close to an apology as I was able to give, and I suddenly smelled food. "Well, I think breakfast is being made, if you want to join us. It's fish, for a change." She didn't seem to notice the irony.
"I would love to, but I've got more important business, with you."
I raised my eyebrows. "You can talk while I eat, then. It's been a long night."
"It is of paramount importance..."
"At this point, so is my stomach."
Gardevoir considered that a moment, and then said, apparently randomly.
"Incidentally... do you know how unusual triple simultaneous orgasms are?"
I suspected it was going to be a long day.
***To Be Continued***
"This way!" a voice from behind him shouts. Not close enough, yet. He has some little time left to himself.
"Spirit of the forest!" he cries out. "Please! Protect those who served me by making sure I am never found. My life is at an end but they deserve no blame for what I have done."
There is no answer, and he begins to sink to his knees as the hopelessness of his situation stuns him. Then a small noise echoes from behind him, and he turns, suddenly nose to nose with the forest spirit of legend. Celebi nods once at him, and he heaves a sigh of relief as his bandolier vanishes from sight. Celebi follows an instant later, knowing that she cannot prevent what is about to happen, and fearing what will come of it.
"Here he is!" The voice is louder now, and the man stands, drawing a sword from its hiding place in the rocks nearby. If he's smart, the Chief will have his warriors shoot him without coming near, but the man will not die without at least trying to defend himself.
He never heard the whispering sound of the arrow's fletching nor the sickening thunk as it struck him.
[700 years later]
"More fire, Beni! Your Fire Fang should be bright enough to nearly blind the audience, and I know you can do it!"
*I'm working on it, Zach. Do you want to try?* Beni asked me. She was unusual in that respect; her first trainer had been a rogue Psychic who had been arrested by the police not long before we met. The man had taught her the human language and how to use the latent psionic abilities that every pokemon has to a greater or lesser degree. When he abandoned her in an attempt to flee, she decided she owed him no loyalty anymore and had kept him from leaving before the police could arrive. In exchange, the local fuzz had given her into the care of the Pokemon Ranger Academy, as a potential partner for a new student.
"If I were an Arcanine like you, I might. But since I'm not... more fire!"
*Yes, yes, I understand.*
The Arcanine, Beni, closed her eyes for a moment, then let out an echoing roar as she threw her jaws wide. Fire billowed to each side of her muzzle as she inhaled, and then she slammed her mouth shut as she exhaled, and the fire seemed to wrap around her teeth as she bit down. I had spots in my eyes from watching too closely, and I smiled as she mastered her technique.
"That was perfect, girl!" I crowed. "This contest is as good as won!"
My name is Zach. My trainer card says Zachary Winton-Kincaid, but I've never met my father, from whom I got 'Winton,' and my mother, 'Kincaid' was a drunk and a whore. I loved her anyway, but the only name of mine I felt had any honor left was the one she had given me when I was born, and later confirmed when, in a surprising bout of sobriety, she had seen me baptized. But drink and disease and poverty took her from me just as I began my pokemon journey, and I saw no reason to claim either part of a name I felt no connection to. Perhaps, if she had lived, or if I had met my father... but that's neither here nor there.
Anyway. Most people assume that, if you travel with pokemon, you're a pokemon trainer. That's true, but there are a number of other positions which involve pokemon to some extent. I've done most of the jobs you can think of for a pokemon trainer. I worked for a while as a journalist, writing articles about pokemon in the wild. I spent a few months as a ranger, which is where I met Beni; I was pretty good at it, in fact, which surprised me since I'd only signed up because I'd seen what the girl rangers wore. It wasn't the life for me though, and so I left, and surprisingly, Beni came with me. She said she felt that I was the perfect trainer for her.
Just recently, I had begun the study of contests and techniques, which makes me a Coordinator, I guess, and brings me back to why Beni and I were doing some last minute training before the competition tomorrow.
*It's an easy technique, but the revisions we've made should surprise everyone,* Beni agreed without reservation.
"Indeed." I began to walk back to the campsite. "That's actually pretty usual, from what I'm told. Most contestants pick easy, often used techniques but change them in small ways to make them unique. I've heard that judges actually prefer that to using entirely new techniques, because it shows skill and dedication." I wasn't sure what the difference was between new and old techniques, as far as the judges were concerned, but I was willing to be guided by experience. I'm not totally stupid.
A sudden rustling nearby was all the warning I got and I braced myself for the "stealth glomp" as a black and blue blur soared at me from the nearby bushes.
"Welcome home, Zach!" Cammy was a Lucario, given to me as an egg during my travels, and the only other member of my "team." She had been raised by me since birth, and between Beni's abilities and my strange habit of talking to pokemon even when they couldn't respond had led to her saying her first word (the word was "poffin," for the curious) around six months ago. She had made major strides since then, and when she evolved, the vocal cords and lip movements meshed far better with the human tongue than they had for her Riolu form. Apparently the 'z' sound was not easy, though, so my name usually came out sounding more like "Jock" than "Zach."
"Thanks, Cammy," I smiled. "What's for dinner?"
"I catched fish," she explained.
*Caught,* Beni corrected almost automatically.
"Catched. I will catch, am catching, have catched," Cammy recited stubbornly.
"Let be, Beni," I said, forestalling an argument. "More than one fish, I hope?"
"Lots and lots!" Cammy looked up at the sky for a moment, then down at her hands. She flashed them at me twice.
"Twelve fish?" I asked. Numbers occasionally still gave her trouble. She nodded proudly.
"Good job!" I congratulated her. "That should even fill the bottomless pit, here." I gestured at Beni.
*You usually eat twice what I do, Zach.*
"Do I?" I laughed. "Well, we'll see."
Dinner was delicious, as usual. None of us trainers, no matter what we do, can be ignorant of cooking. I mean, you can survive on rice and soup indefinitely, to be sure, but you get bored very quickly. In this case, Cammy's fishing prowess and my own ability to clean and spice the fish left us all satisfied and drowsy after the mean. The forest was silent, even of the usual noises of bugs and pokemon, and I found it very easy to drift off to sleep.
I awoke a few hours later. The moon was high overhead, just shy of being full, and I wondered for a moment why I had woken up. I'm usually a heavy sleeper, one of the things which made being a ranger difficult, and I rarely woke before noon. Then I realized the forest was no longer silent, but was filled with a panting and whining noise which seemed somehow famili-
Beni! I jumped to my feet in an instant, all sleepiness forgotten, and I saw Beni rolling around on the ground, apparently gasping for breath. I had made it a habit not to force either of my teammates into their pokeballs at night, and I would never forgive myself if that meant something had managed to hurt Beni. I looked around for Cammy and saw her wide, surprised eyes peering from around a nearby tree. I gestured at her to come to me as I tried to get close enough to Beni to see what was wrong. I narrowly dodged a paw as she struck out. I felt hurt, and upset, but then I saw her eyes, wild and unfocused, and realized that all she saw was a potential enemy, not her trainer.
"What's wrong with her?" I asked nobody in particular, staring helplessly the Arcanine.
Cammy slipped closer as Beni began to writhe on the ground, mewling in frustration. The blue and black fighter looked up at me, a very peculiar expression on her face.
"She's in heat," she explained, matter-of-factly.
"Heat," I repeated slowly.
"Yes, she's... how do you humans say it...?"
"Horny?" I asked. The concept wasn't fitting well in my mind.
"Yes, that's the word!" she replied happily, clapping her paws together. "Horny!"
I considered that a moment. The Academy hadn't really dealt overmuch with pokemon reproduction, except to say that Breeders were trained to handle emergencies if they came up, and that pokemon that stayed with trainers rarely developed the mating urge. It didn't say what to do if you were several hundred miles from the nearest breeding center when a problem arose.
"So, what can we do?" I said anxiously. Beni was beginning to look like she was in pain, and I was starting to worry. What if she hurt herself?
"Not much we can do," came Cammy's slow, unusually thoughtful response. "She needs a mate, but I don't smell any Arcanine or anything else anywhere near here."
It had been my idea to train so far away from anyone else, and that meant that Beni had no mate nearby, and I couldn't think of anybody who might know what to do in the area. The training had been necessary, but if Beni got hurt, I would be the only one to blame. I thought about my options-pretty slim-and sighed.
"What about a human?" I asked. Cammy didn't even blink, and I knew she had already considered the idea.
"That might work," she agreed. "Especially since she has a close attachment to you, her body should accept you as a mate and settle down after you're... finished." She said the last word with a strange tone of anticipation. I gave her a searching look, but if any expression had graced her face while speaking, it was gone when I looked, and I turned my gaze back to contemplating Beni.
If what I was debating doing ever got out, I would be laughed out of any chance of competing in a serious tournament again, and the word 'pervert' would be whispered by everyone behind my back. I wasn't even sure it was legal. I laughed at that thought, the tension broken in my mind. My discussions with Beni and Cammy, if nothing else, amply proved that pokemon were at least as intelligent as humans, and deserved to be treated the same. Certainly, if it was a human girl lying at my feet and needing me to... well, you know... I wouldn't have hesitated for an instant. How much more of a duty did I owe my own partner?
"Tell me what to do," I asked Cammy, kneeling next to Beni. The Arcanine's eyes were feverish with what I now knew was arousal and lust. Not for me; there was only the slightest hint that she even recognized me in the stress her body was putting her through. The lust was for the male her body knew had to be near. Any male strong enough to take her.
"She'll expect to be mounted from the rear," Cammy began. The word 'mounted' rang somewhat hollow in my mind as a strangely clinical term. "You'll need to prepare her for entry, though, just like-I imagine-a human woman. You can do that either from the rear, from beneath her, or from on top of her, but the actual mating must be from behind." I wondered for a moment how Cammy knew this, since she hadn't been raised in the wild, but I pushed that from my mind. Time enough to wonder, later.
"I understand," I said. The odd thing was, I did. Once the decision had been made, I was almost eager to implement it. Partly, I wanted to help Beni as soon as possible, but I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't incredibly curious as well. Despite my attempts to the contrary, I was still a virgin. Being a trainer or coordinator doesn't take you very close to towns except for gym badges and contests, and even then your mind is focused on other things that sex. Or at least, mine always was. But I'm still a teenager, after all, and hormones don't just go away because they're inconvenient.
"Beni," I murmured, looking into her eyes, "I'm going to try to help you. Try not to fight me."
"Good," Cammy approved. "Talk to her, calm her down."
I snorted to myself. I wasn't half as worried about her as I was about one of her rather large paws hitting me: the average Arcanine weighs somewhere around 375 pounds. Then I focused my mind entirely on the business at hand, stroking Beni's chest fur gently as I whispered soothingly to her. Her frantic wriggling and twisting seemed to calm, and a semblance of sanity returned to her eyes.
*Zach? What?*
"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked gently, still petting her silk-soft fur.
*No mate in area, nothing could do.* Her replies were shaken and disordered, but understandable. I rolled my eyes.
"And of course, you're too noble to suggest that I help you, right?" I took her lack of response for agreement and sighed. "Beni, we're partners. We help each other. If you need this, then it's not only my job to do it for you, but also my pleasure." Again, I was surprised to realize I meant every word of it, and I saw Beni's eyes widen slightly in surprise as I bent down to kiss her nose.
"Now hush, and let me help you," I told her firmly. I could feel her heart racing under my fingers and I ran my fingers up to the side of her muzzle, hoping to calm her even further.
*Yes.* Beni agreed. I felt any resistance in her melt as her body relaxed at my touch.
At her agreement, I slid my hands down lower, feeling for the heat and moistness I knew had to be there. I found it almost exactly where it would have been on a human woman, between her rear legs. My mind mentally rearranged Beni and I saw how it would be just accessible from behind her if she were standing.
She began to whine as I dug my first couple of fingers inside of her. Her cunt felt strange, completely unlike what I had imagined from the pictures of human women I had seen on occasion. I had expected a feeling like the inside of a mouth; warm and wet, but unyielding. Instead, it felt squishy. Not gross-squishy, but sort of plump. I decided I could get addicted to the feeling, though. I worked my way towards her hind legs to get a closer look.
Her light orange belly fur ringed her slit, much thinner than the rest of her coat. The fleshy lips, usually buried beneath her fur, were protruding and visibly shaking in time with Beni's heartbeat. I leaned forward to get a closer look, and a faint scent, not unpleasant but unfamiliar, reached my nose. I shrugged mentally and decided to taste.
It wasn't bad, I decided to myself. The small amount of liquid that had collected in her cunt had been far more oily than I'd want as a food, but it had been almost sweet, though a bit tangy. Not an offensive taste, in any respect, I thought as I began to lick in earnest. I smiled as I heard Beni begin to growl in the back of her throat. Then I almost growled myself, as I felt someone unzip my pants and a small hand-no, paw-touched my manhood through my boxers. I looked downward and saw Cammy contemplating the bulge with a look of undisguised hunger on her face. She noticed my gaze and gave me a guileless smile.
"Someone must keep you ready," she explained innocently. I debated arguing that Beni's scent seemed to be doing a fine job on that by itself, but she freed my cock from its confines and had her lips on it before I could get the first word out. Whatever I meant to say was drowned in a moan as the heat of her mouth seemed to sear my cock in an agony of pleasure. Don't knock the words; if you've felt anything like it, you know what I mean.
I shakily returned my attention back to my original partner. A part of my mind was considering the fact that I had raised Cammy since she was born and that made her sort of like a daughter, but my higher mental functions didn't seem to be doing very much at this stage, so I let my objection go.
Beni was starting to quiver again, but this time with less agony and more urgency. It looked like she might be almost ready for mating, and I sped up my efforts to help her along. Cammy noticed the change in rhythm somehow, because she started sucking in earnest, as though she was trying to pull my semen out by force. It should have been painful, but it really felt incredibly good. A soft paw was massaging my balls all the while, and I stiffened as I felt a sudden flare of heat in my loins.
"Cammy," I hissed. "You might not want to..."
"Mreerax," she mumbled. Relax. The feeling of her tongue as she tried to talk around my cock sent me over the edge, and I felt the first spurt of cum. Her mouth squeezed me tightly and I felt that she was trying to swallow as fast as she could. The thought sent a few more pulses of semen into her mouth, and she looked up at me with a bemused expression of satisfaction.
"Yum," she said, licking her lips to catch the least bit that had escaped. Somehow, I found that immensely funny.
Beni's own juices were starting to run freely now, matting the fur beneath her slit and overpowering my nose with her musk. It seemed that she was ready to mate, and I stood, discarding the rest of my clothes. Beni heaved herself to her feet as I stood, and I felt her press her tail against my groin.
*Mate with me, Zach,* she sent, urgency infusing her mind's voice.
I required no second urging. I felt Cammy release me and saw her step in front of Beni. A brief pause ensued while they conversed, and then I stared in disbelief as Beni snaked out her tongue and licked Cammy's crotch. Beni's tail flicked under my nose, as if to say "Business, boy," and I shook my head to clear it.
I reached down underneath Beni and felt again for her cunt. It was easier to find this time, since I knew where to look, and my efforts had served to dampen the fur ringing it. I pressed my cock against her entrance and started pushing. It was more awkward than I had expected, but after a few moments, I was all the way in. Beni growled in the back of her throat and her tongue was lashing at Cammy's clothed sex.
It took several tries for me to get the rhythm down. I kept accidentally slipping out of Beni, causing her to growl in an entirely different way I wasn't sure I liked, but soon I was pumping in and out of her in a fast and steady beat. A rumbling purr (there was no other word to describe it) began to issue from Beni's open mouth, and Cammy seemed ready to explode from the Arcanine's tongue.
"Oh wow, oh yes, oh wow," she kept stammering, jumping slightly each time Beni touched her. Beni's purring grew louder and louder as I continued. Thanks to Cammy, I felt no urgency and so I was only just beginning to feel the stirrings of climax when Beni threw her head back and roared. At once, she tightened around me and seemed to pull me in even deeper, and I came. Her body seemed determined to milk every last bit of cum from me, and I felt drained when the squeezing sensation finally ended. Cammy was gasping heavily as well, sitting on the ground, and I looked past Beni's mane to see a large damp spot underneath where she had been standing. Apparently she had an orgasm at the same time as we had, and from the looks of her, quite as strong as ours had been. I smiled tiredly and pulled my limp cock from Beni, as she collapsed on the ground, panting and, catching her breath. Exhausted, I sat down on my sleeping bag, considering the stars. Strange how different they looked now, I thought to myself, toying with the idea of lighting a cigarette. A shadow fell across my face and I looked up at Cammy.
"Thanks! I've wanted to do -that- since I was Riolu!" she said, giggling. I cocked my head to one side.
"Where did you learn it?" I asked. I suspected I knew the answer.
"A magazine! You let me go that one day in Jubilife, remember?"
"A magazine. Like... Cosmo?"
"'Hot Hoenn Teens,'" she recited proudly.
With that, I firmly disengaged my brain and fell back down to sleep. A soft padding caught my attention and I felt Beni and Cammy lay down next to me, one on each side.
*It's cold,* Beni commented evasively. I shrugged, and somewhere between one moment and the next, fell asleep.
When next I awoke, the sun was just beginning to sink to the west. Afternoon, then, perhaps 1 p.m. I reached out to check my watch, wondering why neither Beni or Cammy, conspicuously absent, had awoken me, when my hand hit a billowing sheet. Well, it felt like that, anyway. I followed the sheet upwards, to a rather significant bust and upwards to a pale blue face framed by dark green hair. I blinked and flung myself upright, taking a defensive stance. The pokemon giggled.
"I am Gardevoir," the pokemon said softly. It sounded like a title, not a name. Its... no, her, definitely female... voice sounded like a laughing brook. "I serve Celebi, the guardian of this forest and of all forests throughout all time. What you did last night awoke me." The sudden embarrassment I felt made me surlier than I would usually be.
"Maybe you should have hit the ceiling or wall to tell us to be quiet, rather than surprising us now," I growled, dropping my guard. Even in Sinnoh, we had legends about Celebi. Gardevoir smiled, I think, and then laughed aloud.
"That's not quite what I meant," she said apologetically, still with mirth in her voice. "I mean, the sensation of people, human and pokemon, is unusual here, and your emotions last night were strong enough to catch my attention and bring my mistress back to what you would call the present."
"I see." The moderation in my tone was as close to an apology as I was able to give, and I suddenly smelled food. "Well, I think breakfast is being made, if you want to join us. It's fish, for a change." She didn't seem to notice the irony.
"I would love to, but I've got more important business, with you."
I raised my eyebrows. "You can talk while I eat, then. It's been a long night."
"It is of paramount importance..."
"At this point, so is my stomach."
Gardevoir considered that a moment, and then said, apparently randomly.
"Incidentally... do you know how unusual triple simultaneous orgasms are?"
I suspected it was going to be a long day.
***To Be Continued***