Story Notes:
I was unsure of the story's quality until I sent the finished product to the original requester; he says it was one of the funniest things he'd read in years. I tried like hell to give the characters actual personality. The love scene is a little uninspired; certainly not my best. But I usually have a partner writing with me for those particular scenes, and I had to simulate two relative beginners to boot. If I ever get the itch, or enough requests, I might write a sequel one day.
Chapter 1
"What's the last thing you want to say before you die?"
"...Mmm..."
There were a few seconds of silence before Zag spoke again.
"...Was that your answer, or are you still thinking?"
"That was my answer."
Zag laughed at his friend's simplicity. It had to be expected from Urzu. That was all he ever said in life; there really were good odds he'd say that upon death.
Oh, it might be important to note a few things about these two. Inhabitants of the Staunch Forest at the foot of the Constant Mountains, in the region of Mysste, we find Zag and Urzu. A Zangoose and a Slaking, respectively. I'll not bore you with the details of their meeting, for that is a story for another time. I can tell you that these two have been friends for many a season, and enjoy spending their days together lazing about and enjoying the bounty of the forest, conversing about the mysteries of life. Or death, as it were. As deep as it may sound, I assure you it is not.
"I expected something more like 'don't touch those berries, I was saving them' from you."
"Hmm."
Zag laughed again and used his slender claws to rip a Persim berry from a branch just above the one he was currently seated on, tossing it down to the Slaking on the forest floor below. The bulky Pokemon caught and swiftly ate the small fruit, gulping it down and sighing with satisfaction. "What about yourself?" The beast asked once his mouth was clear of food, stretching his arms and rolling from his side to his back.
Zag kicked his feet while he sat up on the branch, considering the question. "Uhhh...'get 'em off me, there are too many of 'em." He smirked and plucked another fruit for himself. Urzu chuckled this time. "Typical Zangoose. Going down in a blaze of glory." Zag smirked broader and chomped into his Persim berry. "I'm gonna die the way I lived; covered in females." Urzu laughed even harder. "You're going to need one female, first!" The friends laughed together this time, easily amused by their conversation. "Don't be so quick to mock, tubby. I notice YOU don't have any females." Urzu snorted at this and put on a smug look, poking himself in the chest with his thumb. "I happen to be a choice male. It's just not breeding season, that's all. Damn females think all I'm good for is breeding. They avoid me the rest of the year."
"'Cause all you do is lay around and put your dick in things, and you smell like over-ripe Nanab berries." The Zangoose laughed at his own joke and finished off his peace of fruit, jumping from the tree and landing on his friend's belly with some force, forcing an 'oomph' from his mouth. He didn't react much besides that. "Like you're much better. I'm a bad influence for high strung creatures like yourself." Zag stuck his tongue out and got off Urzu's belly, landing on all fours on the grass below before slowly standing up. "Not all Zangoose are the same, you bigot. And to prove just how wrong you are, I'm gonna go hunt down a female right now." Urzu rolled his eyes and jammed his pinky up his nose, rolling onto his other side. "Have fun with that. I'll be here to patch you up when you get back."
"Patch me up...?"
"There's no doubt in my mind someone's not going to appreciate your advances, and you're going to come back missing an arm."
Zag rolled his eyes and strolled away, deciding to not even dignify that with a remark. "This forest is full of plenty of willing women. You'll see." He got down onto all fours after that and dashed off, relying on his nose to help him track down any available women.
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Hours passed, and Zag was getting hartily fed-up. He'd only come across one female throughout his entire trek, and it had turned out to be one of those...vile...slithery...things. A Seviper. Yuck. He'd avoided it as soon as he'd detected it, not wanting anything to do with it. Not that he couldn't fight, he just wasn't in the mood for it. Not today. Today was a different mission. Continuing the species! Truly a noble cause. Too bad this cause was so difficult to chase. Seriously, where was everybody hiding?!
After dashing from tree branch to tree branch for many an hour, his body was tuckered out and in dire need of a rest. He had hoped this tree he'd stopped at was carrying some manner of fruit, but no such luck there. It had nuts, though, which were almost as good. They gave Urzu some trouble, but Zag's claws made opening just about anything a snap and a half. With a quick swipe and a flick of the wrist the shell opened up and dropped the meat of the nut into his palm, all without ever removing the nut from the tree. He was rather proud of this little ability, even if it wasn't useful for much. He sat on the branch, enjoying a few of the nuts and pondering his next move. The forest grew silent as the sun began to fall, the brilliant vermillion and purple streaks reflecting on the trees, coating the whole forest in relaxing tones. Quite the lovely evening.
Swish, swish
BAM!
Two black streaks ran passed him, a third crashing into him from behind, sending him and the offender crashing to the forest floor below. "WaaaaaaahOOMPH!" He screamed out as he fell and hit the ground, groaning as he stood up. Without thinking about it he'd picked up the thing that had hit him and growled at it, an angry look in his eyes. He was a little surprised to note that the thing was a Weavile. Of all things! He'd never seen one so far down the mountains before. What was it doing here? He slapped it awake and put on an angry face, yelling at it. "HEY! What's the big idea, running into me like that?" The Weavile slowly came to after hitting both Zag and the ground with such force, groaning as it woke up and giving a surprised yelp as it realized what was going on. "She cannot be allowed to escape!" The Weavile shouted out suddenly, delivering a sharp jab to Zag's belly. The Zangoose was caught by surprised, dropping the Weavile and holding his stomach. The Weavile took the opportunity to run off, and after a few seconds Zag had recovered and was in full pursuit. "Hey! Get back here! Apologize to me! And who is 'she'?!" He shouted while running on all fours after the creature, barely able to keep the little nuisance in sight while running. He didn't like to admit it, but...Weavile were damn fast. Dodging past trees and bushes and a couple of other Pokemon (they were small and in the way; they resembled Caterpie, but he was too busy running to check such an unimportant detail) before the Weavile finally came to a stop in a broad clearing next to a river. There were, in fact, two Weavile there now, both looking about their surroundings a bit dumbfounded.
"Did you see her?"
"I didn't. She must have gotten away. Elder won't be pleased."
"Damn." One of the Weavile swore under his breath, kicking the ground. "We got her out of our territory, at least. That should be good enough. I'm tired, and it's getting dark. Let's head home."
The other Weavile shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest. "Elder says he wants her dead, no matter the cost. She can't be allowed to live. She's an embarrassment to our tribe."
The first Weavile sighed and nodded. "Yeah, yeah. I heard the same speech you did, I was there when we got our orders in case you don't remember. Fine then. Let's hurry this up. I'm sta--" He stopped and looked over to Zag, who had just entered the field. He wasn't sure how to react; their mission wasn't exactly secret, but it still wasn't for outsiders to know. "Leave us, forest dweller." He stated simply, taking a few steps away from Zag and preparing to leap back to the treetops. Zag's eyes widened for a second and he disappeared like a flash, reappearing beside the first Weavile and slamming against it with a punishing Quick Attack. The Weavile was knocked down and sent sprawling a foot or two away, but more out of surprise than anything else. Zag definitely did not look pleased. "Tell me what you're up to in MY forest. Now." A bit of a bold claim, calling the forest his. But as far as he knew, no one was going to call him on it.
Before he had the chance to get any kind of answer, the other Weavile came out of nowhere with a Quick Attack of his own, slamming into Zag's legs and forcing the Zangoose to the ground. The first Weavile recovered from Zag's attack and took the opportunity to counter, jumping into the air and flying back down towards Zag, claws extended. Zag focused his eyes on the incoming Weavile and shot out his own clawed paw, throwing his opponent's aside and leaving him wide open. He quickly got off his feet and delivered a visious Slash with his other hand, all in one fluid movement, sending the enemy up into the air for quite some distance before he finally made it back to the earth, unconcious. The other Weavile, having seen this display, knew he was outmatched and decided to make a break for it. If he could finish his mission, it wouldn't matter what happened after that.
"HEY! YOU GET YOUR FAT ASS BACK HERE!" Zag shouted out, darting after the remaining Weavile. Didn't really apply to the slim and fit creature, but after spending so much time with Urzu, he didn't have a lot of insults left that didn't revolve around something being grotesquely overweight. Fortunately the fleeing Weavile didn't seem to notice the inaproppriate insult, or at least didn't care. It leapt from branch to branch many feet in the air while Zag followed along the ground, eyes locked on the path ahead while he entrusted his nose to keep track of the thing. As the two ran, keeping track of it became difficult as another far more alluring scent caught his nose. A female...Sneasel? He wasn't sure, he hadn't caught the smell of too many since their clan usually kept to the mountains above. It stood to reason, though, since the Weaviles did keep mentioning a 'her' that they'd chased form their home.
The Weavile grew irritated at the Zangoose's persistence, especially now that he could tell his prey was close. In a last-ditch effort (quite literally), he grabbed a few of the red fruits hanging from the trees he was running through and hurled them at the cat-ferret Pokemon. Most of the inhabitants of the area knew these fruit to be incredibly spicy, and stung like the fires of Hell if the juice got in your eyes. The Weavile then leapt from one last tree before arriving at another clearing, flying through the air and landing with a thud on the soft earth below. He was quite proud of the clean landing he'd made, but there was no time to think about it. Zag had entered the small field just after his opponent had, but hadn't stopped charging. He actually sped up, ramming the Weavile head-on. Impact! The attack hit him hard, but he was still in good enough shape to squeeze the fruit in the palm of his paw and hurl it at Zag, slicing it open with his claw as it traveled. Juice from the plump berry filled the air between the two, some of it (though certainly not as much as the Weavile would've liked) nailing Zag in the eyes. "Gaaaaah!" He shouted out in pain, clutching his eyes with his paws. The rest of the juice and the fruit itself landed, for the most part, in Zag's mouth, and he inexplicably swallowed it. A few seconds of silence, followed by an even louder "GAAAAAAHH!"
The Weavile was supremely satisfied with himself as he was sent rolling along the grass, a smug look on his face. It should've been enough to keep the Zangoose occupied long enough for him to find and slay that female. Something no one had counted on happened shortly afterwards, though. As Zag fell to his knees, paws covering his eyes, a powerful grumbling in his belly, he felt...strange. His whole body was on fire, from the tips of his ears to the claws that adorned his feet. It felt strongest in his belly, where the fruit that he'd been attacked with lay. It felt like something was growing inside him, some kind of fire was slowly growing there. It burned.
It BURNED.
He shouted out in pain one more time, and as he did the fire that he thought he'd been imagaining sprang to life, spewing forth from his mouth and scorching everything in its path in a deep and powerful blaze. All the grass in a straight line from Zag's mouth was turned to ash as his Flamethrower touched it, the eyes of the Weavile that lay before him opened wide as he was enveloped in flame. Everything went white, all he knew was pain until the fire ended. Once his scream ended, Zag fell down onto his side and rolled onto his back, panting heavily, still unable to see, not knowing what he'd just done. The fur of the Weavile was scorched, his mucles ached with every heartbeat. He was defeated. And in great pain.
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The two laid there, unable to move or think, for several minutes before a pair of eyes peeked out at them from behind a tree. A head soon followed, revealing the owner of the eyes to be a Sneasel. The one the Weavile had been chasing. She knew her pursuers had been stopped somehow some time before, unable to smell or hear them following her, but it wasn't until the smell of burned grass and fur made it to her that she actually became curious as to what had happened. It had still taken a few minutes more before she'd gathered enough courage to go back and find out. The sight of it amazed her; the grass had been incinerated, a few of the surviving blades still on fire. One of her would-be executioners was made extra crispy by...something...something amazing. A white pile of fur -- revealing itself to be a Zangoose as she got closer -- had persumably done this. Then this thing was her savior? She was quite grateful, as evidenced by the cheerful smile on her face. Her paw rested on his belly, and her happiness turned to sympathy. He was hot, burning up. To her knowledge, Zangoose couldn't cast flames on their own; though they were capable of it, it required the intervention of some kind of outside force. The red, spiked berries that were found in few spots in this forest...they'd been known to cause that reaction on rare occasions, but most Zangoose were horribly allergic to them. It seemed he was no exception. There wasn't much to be done except wait for the berry to...ahem...pass. Or...maybe she could help him cool down? She enhaled deeply and slowly exhaled again, the air leaving her lips carrying a bitter cold with it. The attack known as Icy Wind had more productive uses when used with caution and care. The cool air washed over Zag and the surrounding grass, cooling it down significantly. Once she was out of breath, she took a few seconds to catch her second wind and felt of Zag's fur again. Excellent, it was much cooler now. Her pew pressed down a little harder, and a frown adorned her lips. His flesh was still quite hot. Not good. She'd have to take a more direct approach. She pressed her lips gently against the Zangoose's and tried another Icy Wind, using considerably less force than the last one (which wasn't saying much, considering how weak the first one was to begin with) in hopes of avoiding freezing his insides.
She closed her eyes as she continued, finding she actually enjoyed the feel of theirs lips pressed together, and continously had to remind herself that she was doing this for his health, not her pleasure. Slowly his body began to shift and stir, his eyes gradually opening. The Sneasel pulled back and covered her mouth with her paw, just a little embarrassed, but more nervous and anxious to find out what he was like. Zag opened his eyes and immediately closed them again; they still stung quite painfully, but he'd live. A little water might help. So would a blanket. Why was he so damn cold?! "Um...hi." A quiet voice spoke to him, kind of high-pitched. Definitely feminine in nature. "Hi...yourself." He spoke back, squinting in an attempt to see. "Where...uh...where am I?" The Sneasel's ears perked up and she immediately blurted out, "This is Staunch Forest! Welcome!" It was entirely possible that the Zangoose lived here in the forest, but it was equally possible that he was some kind of alien, traveling the cosmos, righting wrongs and protecting helpless Sneasel everywhere! "Do you need help getting back into space?" Asked she, thoroughly confusing Zag. "Wha..what? What are you going on about? Who are you, anyway?" He slowly sat up as he listened to noises in the background carefully; running water. A creek, or something. Perfect. He made his way over to where the noise was coming from, having to move slowly since his vision was in such a state that the best he could do was squint, which only allowed him to recognize basic shapes. Not fun.He reached down and scooped up some of the flowing water, splashing his paw-full of cool water against his eyes. He sighed in relief and did this four more times, able to see much better by the time he decided he was done. He looked about his surroundings; seemed to be the same field he'd fought the Weavile in. So he hadn't been moved anywhere. And the scorch marks on the ground...so what he had felt had been real after all. He really did shoot flames from his mouth. How strange. Still, he didn't question it. His opponent was down for the count, so there was no sense in wondering 'why'. He then glanced over to where he had heard the voice come from, and was surprised. "You...you're a Sneasel? Oh! You're the one the Weavile were out to kill, weren't you?" She lowered her head and nodded slowly, obviously feeling upset with the whole situation. Zag chewed on his lip, realizing he probably shouldn't have mentioned the fact they were out to kill her still. Come to think of it...his taking out the assassins would only cause more trouble. They'd eventually get back to their village and tell everyone what happened. Then they'd have the whole mountain-side breathing down their necks. Wonderful. "So...uh...who are you?" She paused, considering his question carefully. He really didn't know what she had to consider, he was only asking her name. "I'm...Luka." She finally answered, smiling to him. He smiled right back and stretched his paw out to her in a friendly way. "I'm Zag. It's nice to finally meet you, Luka." She hesitantly gripped his paw with hers and shook it, both of them grinning broadly as they did so. "Looks like we both made a new friend today!" Zag commented, taking his paw back once the shake ended. "So, if it's not too much trouble, how about you fill me in on why those Weavile were chasing you?" She wore a grave look on her face while she considered telling him the story, then sighed, decided it would be best if he knew.
"I...I killed our chieftan..." She spoke out quietly, tears beginning to form in her eyes. "I didn't mean to! Honestly, I didn't! It was a horrible accident!" She pleaded to Zag, desperately not wanting her new friend to judge her in a harsh way. "I didn't mean to kill him...I only wanted to stop the fighting...you see...the chieftan was trying to earn our tribe more territory on the mountain by killing or scaring off all the other Pokemon clans there...he and some of our strongest fighters left to go face a very powerful Machamp -- he leads his clan up the mountain several times in the year for their training -- and our chieftan didn't like them using our space without permission. I didn't want them to fight. They would've lost, surely. I pleaded with the chieftan to stop. He wouldn't listen. So while he and his fighters were traveling up the mountain pass to the cave where the Machamp's clan stayed, I dropped rocks from a high cliff above." She began pleading for Zag's understanding again, lots of stress evident in her voice. "Please! Understand! I only wanted to cut off their route! I never meant for anyone to die! I just wanted to slow them down long enough to try and talk to the Machamp myself, or maybe get them to give up and go home! But..." She slumped down to her knees and wiped away a tear. "I crushed them. The chieftan and three of his men. They died the most horrible death I can think of." She sucked in a deep breath as tears began streaming down her face, her words coming out between gasps of air. "I killed them! And then I ran, like the coward I am! The tribe has every right to kill me! To see me dead!"
Zag didn't know what to say. He stepped closer to her and put his arms around her, closing his eyes as he held her tight. "Now...don't talk like that..." He tried to think of some way to cheer her up, but this wasn't his area of expertise. Urzu was surprisingly good with words, though...maybe if he acted like him? "No one deserves death...life is too beautiful to simply throw away...it's the greatest gift any of us have ever recieved, will ever recieve." He sighed, hoping he'd actually gotten that right. Urzu had said this just earlier today, which is how Zag came upon the question 'what's the last thing you want to say before you die'. The statement didn't seem to have the right reaction in her; in fact, it made her feel worse. "And I took the chieftan's life...I'm horrible..." She'd stopped crying at least, but she still looked depressed. Zag gave himself a mental punch to the face, cursing himself for screwing that up. "Look, maybe it's best if you don't go back to your tribe?" Way to state the obvious there, Zag. "If...if you like, you can stay with me. Us. Me and another guy. We'd love to have you."
"But what if they come looking for me...?" She asked, looking up at him, seriously considering the offer.
"Then we'll protect you. Always."
"But you can't face the entire tribe alone..."
"Then we'll run away, leave the forest."
"You can't--"
"We can. Together, I'm sure we can do anything."
He grinned down at her and she smiled back to him, filled with a new confidence. She leaned her head against his chest and nuzzled against him, happy for the first time in awhile. "Okay. I'll stay with you." Zag grinned even broader and let out a happy cry. "Alright! Let's go home, then. We've both had a really, really long day. I could use a nap." She smiled and nodded, and the two of them left together.
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Urzu roared as he fell from the sky, plummeting to the earth at such speeds that a crater at least a mile wide was formed. He stood victorious over the crumpled form of his defeated opponent, beating his chest in dominance as his voice carried across the lands.
"Hey! Get up!"
He looked down at the formless beast he'd conquered, snorting at it, already prepared for a possible round two. "Must I demonstrate my strength to you again?" He asked, grinding his foot into its head.
"HEY! Sleeping beauty! Get your lazy ass up!"
He felt a sharp pain shoot into his belly and he jumped, bumping his head against the tree he'd fallen asleep against. "Oh...it's only you, Zag." He stated rubbing the bump on his noggin.
"What do you mean, ONLY me? And to think I brought you a souvenir." He smirked and tossed Urzu a Tamato berry, the same kind that had been thrown at him while he'd been chasing the Weavile. Unlike himself, though, Urzu adored spicy foods. You'd have to ask him about that, though, since his face doesn't emote much. Urzu caught the fruit and placed it in his mouth, chewing slowly, savoring the flavor of it. "So," he asked, "how'd it go?"
"Oh, you know..." Luka appeared behind him, approaching shyly and giving Urzu a polite bow once she was standing by Zag's side. "Well. Say hi to Luka. Luka, Urzu." Luka smiled weakly and gave a shy 'hi' under her breath, waving a paw at him. Zag smirked again and put his arm around Luka, causing her to blush deeply. She leaned against him and grinned, her arms wrapping around him the way his were wrapped around hers.
"Oh wow. So you're not a total loser after all." He chuckled and swallowed his food, sighing in satisfaction, filling the immediate area with the smell of his spicy breath. "Thanks for the food. The spicy ones don't grow in this part of the forest."
"And Arceus knows you're far too lazy to go get them yourself."
"Damn straight." He snorted, proud of his lackluster lifestyle. "Now if you'll excuse me, it's late. I'm going back to sleep. Go enjoy the spoils of war. But do it quietly. Like I said, I'm trying to sleep." Urzu said somewhat quickly, rolling onto his other side and closing his eyes. "Nice meeting you, by the way, Luka." Luka blushed and rubbed her claws together nervously, staring straight down at the ground. Did Zag really intend to...ahem...enjoy her? Not that she was against the idea, or anything...
"Sleep well, you collection of lard. I'm pretty tired, myself. Going to bed." He put his paws behind his head and wandered over to his little nest, a short distance away from Urzu's spot. Luka seemed a little disappointed that she wasn't going to actually get 'enjoyed', but it was probably for the best. She didn't have much -- or any -- experience in that particular field, and Zag really did deserve the best she could give after saving her.
"Care to join me, Luka?"
Those five little words scared her to death. She didn't really know what she wanted at this point. She calculated her options for a few seconds, even if it felt like hours to her. Finally she gulped and nodded, following him over to his burrow, constructed primarily of leaves and small branches. He cralwed into the entrance hole and she followed shortly, just enough room for the two inside. It was spacious enough for Zag alone to sleep and feel protected from the dangers of the forest at night. If she began sleeping with him regularly, though, he might have to build a bigger one. Such a thing would have to wait for other times, though. He was sleepy tonight. He laid down on the leafy floor of his little home, reclining on his side, extending a claw, and curling it towards himself, inviting Luka closer. She happily obliged and curled her body into his, snuggling in close, her head under his chin. His arm rested on her body and the two closed their eyes as they drifted off to sleep.
Or at least, tried to sleep.
A few hours after they'd laid down, Zag was very much asleep. Luka, however, was still quite awake. Her mind buzzed with thought, even while she desperately tried to clear it. It really was quite amazing, though. She'd woken up that morning after spending the night before, hiding from the tribe under a dead and rotting tree. The evening of the very same day, she found herself held by Zag's loving arms, saved from danger. At least for now. Even if his solution was only temporary, he'd still risked life and limb to save her. She had to repay him somehow. But...how, exactly?
Go enjoy the spoils of war.
Urzu had said that, but did he really mean it? Would Zag enjoyed it if she...she had to try, at least. She struggled to move while Zag held her so tightly, even in his sleep. Eventually she decided she didn't want to leave his arms anyway, and simply shifted around so that they were face-to-face. Or at least they would've been, if she weren't half his height. "If only I weren't so...damn...short." She muttered under her breath as her paws moved over his fur, stroking him gently. Her foot reached up from its location on the ground and found its way between his legs. She stuck her tongue out absent-mindedly as she concentrated on her efforts, having to stay focused or risk hurting him while doing this. Her light claw movements against his fur and skin slowly lured out his penis, the very tip poking out while the claws on her toes slowly and carefully tracing along his ballsack. It took some time and a lot of energy, but eventually she got enough of his cock out for her to do something with. Her toe-claws traced along its length before she pressed her body against his even tighter than it had been already, and slowly and carefully slid down him, pulling free of his grasp in the process. She sighed, relieved that things were going well so far, before turning to look at his newly-freed glans. It seemed a little...big...she honestly hoped she was big enough to house all of it. Or at least most of it. She inhaled deeply before pressing her palms against him and gently pushing him onto his back. He moved with little effort, and light snoring indicated he was still asleep. She wiped imaginary sweat from her brow and decided that now that he was ready, she had to prepare herself. Her paw slowly roamed down her body until the tips of her claws found her pussy, running slowly up and down the slit. She closed her eyes and suppressed a moan as the claws' tips were pushed in further, still moving at an agonizingly slow pace. For a moment her knees weakened and a quiet groan escaped her lips, but she managed to stay upright and keep anyone from waking up prematurely. She pulled her claws from herself and sniffed them, curious of the smell and taste. Her tongue came out and licked them shyly, actually surprised at her own taste. She couldn't quite find the words to describe it; there was nothing else she'd ever tasted that came close. But there wasn't time to classify her bodily fluids; something far more important cried out to her. Something large and red. Zag's erection had begun to slowly die, and she simply could not allow that to happen.
Slowly she climbed onto his belly while he lay there, claws resting on it while she backed up her hips to line them up with his. She closed her eyes and bit down on her lip in preparation, and, without further ceremony, speared herself on his length, pushing until she'd taken them all the way to the hilt, then sighing and moaning out rather loudly. This finally managed to get through to Zag, who shifted in his sleep and popped his eyes open quickly, looking up at her. "Luka! Wha--" She cut him off by resting a claw on his lips, slowly moving her hips up his shaft. "Don't say anything," she whispered, "I want to do this. For you." Of course, the pleasure was damn good for her, too. She moved her claw and he nodded, mouth agape at the situation, but decidedly happy with it. He laid his head back against the ground and she slammed down on him again, moaning out once more. Zag had to grit his teeth together while she continued, trying like hell to keep his groans of pleasure down. If Urzu heard them...boy, that would be horribly awkward, wouldn't it?
"Is it...uhhh...good?" She whispered, trying to speak between groans and pants. "It is...mmmm..." He replied back, pressing her paws against his while their hips kept moving. The walls of her pussy squeezing him while her hips bounced against his...one of the greatest things -- no, the greatest thing he'd ever felt. Her vaginal muscles contracted and squeezed him while her moans came shorter and louder, driving him ever closer to the edge. He was able to maintain himself, however, and managed to hold back his climax. Until she released of course, screaming out and cumming hard against his dick, launching forth a gush of juices from her pussy all over his fur, some against his balls. He lost control after that, his teeth clenched shut so tightly that he thought they were going to break. His dick erupted inside her, shooting stream after stream of his seed deep into her, filling her tight little twat up with hot and sticky cum. His hips kept pounding against hers until he had completely emptied himself into her, which elicited a few more squeaks from her. The pleasure was great, incredible, but she was suddenly completely drained of energy, unable to do much more beyond squeaking. Zag panted out, trying to catch his breath, his arms falling to either side of him while Luka rested against his belly.
"That was...incredible...Luka...thank you..."
"It was...nothing...I loved it...too..."
"Sorry I didn't last very long..."
"No problem...I had the same problem..."
The two chuckled after they were done speaking, still trying to catch their breaths. There weren't any more words after that; Luka's mind finally calmed itself. They fell asleep like that, laying together until well into the afternoon the next day.
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"Hey!"
Zag was in a meditative state at his point, his mind a million miles away while he stared up at the ceiling.
"Tiny! Get your ass up!"
Urzu's words finally wormed their way into the Zangoose's skull, breaking his concentration, his mind crashing back down to Earth, leaving him just a little irritated.
"Wake up already! Day's already half over."
He gave an aggrivated groan and slowly sat up, Luka still resting in his lap. "I'm awake already, geez!" He sighed and growled, then immediately perked up when he looked down at Luka, who was looking up at him with a loving grin. The late-night events of the day previous came back to him, and he was forced to chuckle under his breath.
It had been so awesome, he could hardly believe it had actually happened to him.
"Come on, let's go see what Urzu wants." He spoke to Luka, who nodded and followed as they crawled out of the entrance to his little burrow. Urzu was standing just outside of it, on all fours, resting on his knuckles. "'Bout time. I'm starved." Zag faked a gasp and covered his mouth with a claw. "Miracle of miracles! Urzu moved out of his spot!" Urzu snorted and sauntered back over to his ring of dead grass, plopping down against his tree and reclining against it. "Don't get used to it. Come on now, it's time for lunch. I can't reach the good stuff high up like you can, you know that."
"Yeah, yeah. You big ape. You're lucky we're friends, or you'd have starved to death by now." Zag commented as he climbed up his favorite tree, taking a seat at his usual branch and kicking his feet in the air. Luka raced up after him, able to climb even faster than he was, and took a seat next to him, sending smiles everywhere. Zag plucked three Persim berries, passing one to her, keeping one to himself, and dropping another to Urzu below. Once everyone had their fruit and was happily eating, Zag picked the convesation up. "Anyway, like we were talking about yesterday, I think the best way to die is covered in females. Ooops! I mean, 'members of the opposite sex'." He had to be more sensitive now that there was an actual female in their midst. Luka laughed cutely to herself and took a bite of the fruit. "There's no need for you to be so sensitive, Zag. I happen to agree with you." Zag was honestly surprised with this, and almost choked on his berry. Luka broke the silence by offering her own insight. "I'm going to take the easy way out and say I want to die in my sleep. What about you, Urzu?" Urzu closed his eyes in thought while he chewed on the whole fruit at once, hands folded behind his head. Once his mouth was cleared of food, he spoke. "Protecting the one I love."
Zag chuckled and nibbled on his own Persim. "Sounds impossible. How are you going to die protecting yourself?" Urzu grumbled while both Zag and Luka laughed. Friendship is a beautiful thing, isn't it?
"...Mmm..."
There were a few seconds of silence before Zag spoke again.
"...Was that your answer, or are you still thinking?"
"That was my answer."
Zag laughed at his friend's simplicity. It had to be expected from Urzu. That was all he ever said in life; there really were good odds he'd say that upon death.
Oh, it might be important to note a few things about these two. Inhabitants of the Staunch Forest at the foot of the Constant Mountains, in the region of Mysste, we find Zag and Urzu. A Zangoose and a Slaking, respectively. I'll not bore you with the details of their meeting, for that is a story for another time. I can tell you that these two have been friends for many a season, and enjoy spending their days together lazing about and enjoying the bounty of the forest, conversing about the mysteries of life. Or death, as it were. As deep as it may sound, I assure you it is not.
"I expected something more like 'don't touch those berries, I was saving them' from you."
"Hmm."
Zag laughed again and used his slender claws to rip a Persim berry from a branch just above the one he was currently seated on, tossing it down to the Slaking on the forest floor below. The bulky Pokemon caught and swiftly ate the small fruit, gulping it down and sighing with satisfaction. "What about yourself?" The beast asked once his mouth was clear of food, stretching his arms and rolling from his side to his back.
Zag kicked his feet while he sat up on the branch, considering the question. "Uhhh...'get 'em off me, there are too many of 'em." He smirked and plucked another fruit for himself. Urzu chuckled this time. "Typical Zangoose. Going down in a blaze of glory." Zag smirked broader and chomped into his Persim berry. "I'm gonna die the way I lived; covered in females." Urzu laughed even harder. "You're going to need one female, first!" The friends laughed together this time, easily amused by their conversation. "Don't be so quick to mock, tubby. I notice YOU don't have any females." Urzu snorted at this and put on a smug look, poking himself in the chest with his thumb. "I happen to be a choice male. It's just not breeding season, that's all. Damn females think all I'm good for is breeding. They avoid me the rest of the year."
"'Cause all you do is lay around and put your dick in things, and you smell like over-ripe Nanab berries." The Zangoose laughed at his own joke and finished off his peace of fruit, jumping from the tree and landing on his friend's belly with some force, forcing an 'oomph' from his mouth. He didn't react much besides that. "Like you're much better. I'm a bad influence for high strung creatures like yourself." Zag stuck his tongue out and got off Urzu's belly, landing on all fours on the grass below before slowly standing up. "Not all Zangoose are the same, you bigot. And to prove just how wrong you are, I'm gonna go hunt down a female right now." Urzu rolled his eyes and jammed his pinky up his nose, rolling onto his other side. "Have fun with that. I'll be here to patch you up when you get back."
"Patch me up...?"
"There's no doubt in my mind someone's not going to appreciate your advances, and you're going to come back missing an arm."
Zag rolled his eyes and strolled away, deciding to not even dignify that with a remark. "This forest is full of plenty of willing women. You'll see." He got down onto all fours after that and dashed off, relying on his nose to help him track down any available women.
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Hours passed, and Zag was getting hartily fed-up. He'd only come across one female throughout his entire trek, and it had turned out to be one of those...vile...slithery...things. A Seviper. Yuck. He'd avoided it as soon as he'd detected it, not wanting anything to do with it. Not that he couldn't fight, he just wasn't in the mood for it. Not today. Today was a different mission. Continuing the species! Truly a noble cause. Too bad this cause was so difficult to chase. Seriously, where was everybody hiding?!
After dashing from tree branch to tree branch for many an hour, his body was tuckered out and in dire need of a rest. He had hoped this tree he'd stopped at was carrying some manner of fruit, but no such luck there. It had nuts, though, which were almost as good. They gave Urzu some trouble, but Zag's claws made opening just about anything a snap and a half. With a quick swipe and a flick of the wrist the shell opened up and dropped the meat of the nut into his palm, all without ever removing the nut from the tree. He was rather proud of this little ability, even if it wasn't useful for much. He sat on the branch, enjoying a few of the nuts and pondering his next move. The forest grew silent as the sun began to fall, the brilliant vermillion and purple streaks reflecting on the trees, coating the whole forest in relaxing tones. Quite the lovely evening.
Swish, swish
BAM!
Two black streaks ran passed him, a third crashing into him from behind, sending him and the offender crashing to the forest floor below. "WaaaaaaahOOMPH!" He screamed out as he fell and hit the ground, groaning as he stood up. Without thinking about it he'd picked up the thing that had hit him and growled at it, an angry look in his eyes. He was a little surprised to note that the thing was a Weavile. Of all things! He'd never seen one so far down the mountains before. What was it doing here? He slapped it awake and put on an angry face, yelling at it. "HEY! What's the big idea, running into me like that?" The Weavile slowly came to after hitting both Zag and the ground with such force, groaning as it woke up and giving a surprised yelp as it realized what was going on. "She cannot be allowed to escape!" The Weavile shouted out suddenly, delivering a sharp jab to Zag's belly. The Zangoose was caught by surprised, dropping the Weavile and holding his stomach. The Weavile took the opportunity to run off, and after a few seconds Zag had recovered and was in full pursuit. "Hey! Get back here! Apologize to me! And who is 'she'?!" He shouted while running on all fours after the creature, barely able to keep the little nuisance in sight while running. He didn't like to admit it, but...Weavile were damn fast. Dodging past trees and bushes and a couple of other Pokemon (they were small and in the way; they resembled Caterpie, but he was too busy running to check such an unimportant detail) before the Weavile finally came to a stop in a broad clearing next to a river. There were, in fact, two Weavile there now, both looking about their surroundings a bit dumbfounded.
"Did you see her?"
"I didn't. She must have gotten away. Elder won't be pleased."
"Damn." One of the Weavile swore under his breath, kicking the ground. "We got her out of our territory, at least. That should be good enough. I'm tired, and it's getting dark. Let's head home."
The other Weavile shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest. "Elder says he wants her dead, no matter the cost. She can't be allowed to live. She's an embarrassment to our tribe."
The first Weavile sighed and nodded. "Yeah, yeah. I heard the same speech you did, I was there when we got our orders in case you don't remember. Fine then. Let's hurry this up. I'm sta--" He stopped and looked over to Zag, who had just entered the field. He wasn't sure how to react; their mission wasn't exactly secret, but it still wasn't for outsiders to know. "Leave us, forest dweller." He stated simply, taking a few steps away from Zag and preparing to leap back to the treetops. Zag's eyes widened for a second and he disappeared like a flash, reappearing beside the first Weavile and slamming against it with a punishing Quick Attack. The Weavile was knocked down and sent sprawling a foot or two away, but more out of surprise than anything else. Zag definitely did not look pleased. "Tell me what you're up to in MY forest. Now." A bit of a bold claim, calling the forest his. But as far as he knew, no one was going to call him on it.
Before he had the chance to get any kind of answer, the other Weavile came out of nowhere with a Quick Attack of his own, slamming into Zag's legs and forcing the Zangoose to the ground. The first Weavile recovered from Zag's attack and took the opportunity to counter, jumping into the air and flying back down towards Zag, claws extended. Zag focused his eyes on the incoming Weavile and shot out his own clawed paw, throwing his opponent's aside and leaving him wide open. He quickly got off his feet and delivered a visious Slash with his other hand, all in one fluid movement, sending the enemy up into the air for quite some distance before he finally made it back to the earth, unconcious. The other Weavile, having seen this display, knew he was outmatched and decided to make a break for it. If he could finish his mission, it wouldn't matter what happened after that.
"HEY! YOU GET YOUR FAT ASS BACK HERE!" Zag shouted out, darting after the remaining Weavile. Didn't really apply to the slim and fit creature, but after spending so much time with Urzu, he didn't have a lot of insults left that didn't revolve around something being grotesquely overweight. Fortunately the fleeing Weavile didn't seem to notice the inaproppriate insult, or at least didn't care. It leapt from branch to branch many feet in the air while Zag followed along the ground, eyes locked on the path ahead while he entrusted his nose to keep track of the thing. As the two ran, keeping track of it became difficult as another far more alluring scent caught his nose. A female...Sneasel? He wasn't sure, he hadn't caught the smell of too many since their clan usually kept to the mountains above. It stood to reason, though, since the Weaviles did keep mentioning a 'her' that they'd chased form their home.
The Weavile grew irritated at the Zangoose's persistence, especially now that he could tell his prey was close. In a last-ditch effort (quite literally), he grabbed a few of the red fruits hanging from the trees he was running through and hurled them at the cat-ferret Pokemon. Most of the inhabitants of the area knew these fruit to be incredibly spicy, and stung like the fires of Hell if the juice got in your eyes. The Weavile then leapt from one last tree before arriving at another clearing, flying through the air and landing with a thud on the soft earth below. He was quite proud of the clean landing he'd made, but there was no time to think about it. Zag had entered the small field just after his opponent had, but hadn't stopped charging. He actually sped up, ramming the Weavile head-on. Impact! The attack hit him hard, but he was still in good enough shape to squeeze the fruit in the palm of his paw and hurl it at Zag, slicing it open with his claw as it traveled. Juice from the plump berry filled the air between the two, some of it (though certainly not as much as the Weavile would've liked) nailing Zag in the eyes. "Gaaaaah!" He shouted out in pain, clutching his eyes with his paws. The rest of the juice and the fruit itself landed, for the most part, in Zag's mouth, and he inexplicably swallowed it. A few seconds of silence, followed by an even louder "GAAAAAAHH!"
The Weavile was supremely satisfied with himself as he was sent rolling along the grass, a smug look on his face. It should've been enough to keep the Zangoose occupied long enough for him to find and slay that female. Something no one had counted on happened shortly afterwards, though. As Zag fell to his knees, paws covering his eyes, a powerful grumbling in his belly, he felt...strange. His whole body was on fire, from the tips of his ears to the claws that adorned his feet. It felt strongest in his belly, where the fruit that he'd been attacked with lay. It felt like something was growing inside him, some kind of fire was slowly growing there. It burned.
It BURNED.
He shouted out in pain one more time, and as he did the fire that he thought he'd been imagaining sprang to life, spewing forth from his mouth and scorching everything in its path in a deep and powerful blaze. All the grass in a straight line from Zag's mouth was turned to ash as his Flamethrower touched it, the eyes of the Weavile that lay before him opened wide as he was enveloped in flame. Everything went white, all he knew was pain until the fire ended. Once his scream ended, Zag fell down onto his side and rolled onto his back, panting heavily, still unable to see, not knowing what he'd just done. The fur of the Weavile was scorched, his mucles ached with every heartbeat. He was defeated. And in great pain.
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The two laid there, unable to move or think, for several minutes before a pair of eyes peeked out at them from behind a tree. A head soon followed, revealing the owner of the eyes to be a Sneasel. The one the Weavile had been chasing. She knew her pursuers had been stopped somehow some time before, unable to smell or hear them following her, but it wasn't until the smell of burned grass and fur made it to her that she actually became curious as to what had happened. It had still taken a few minutes more before she'd gathered enough courage to go back and find out. The sight of it amazed her; the grass had been incinerated, a few of the surviving blades still on fire. One of her would-be executioners was made extra crispy by...something...something amazing. A white pile of fur -- revealing itself to be a Zangoose as she got closer -- had persumably done this. Then this thing was her savior? She was quite grateful, as evidenced by the cheerful smile on her face. Her paw rested on his belly, and her happiness turned to sympathy. He was hot, burning up. To her knowledge, Zangoose couldn't cast flames on their own; though they were capable of it, it required the intervention of some kind of outside force. The red, spiked berries that were found in few spots in this forest...they'd been known to cause that reaction on rare occasions, but most Zangoose were horribly allergic to them. It seemed he was no exception. There wasn't much to be done except wait for the berry to...ahem...pass. Or...maybe she could help him cool down? She enhaled deeply and slowly exhaled again, the air leaving her lips carrying a bitter cold with it. The attack known as Icy Wind had more productive uses when used with caution and care. The cool air washed over Zag and the surrounding grass, cooling it down significantly. Once she was out of breath, she took a few seconds to catch her second wind and felt of Zag's fur again. Excellent, it was much cooler now. Her pew pressed down a little harder, and a frown adorned her lips. His flesh was still quite hot. Not good. She'd have to take a more direct approach. She pressed her lips gently against the Zangoose's and tried another Icy Wind, using considerably less force than the last one (which wasn't saying much, considering how weak the first one was to begin with) in hopes of avoiding freezing his insides.
She closed her eyes as she continued, finding she actually enjoyed the feel of theirs lips pressed together, and continously had to remind herself that she was doing this for his health, not her pleasure. Slowly his body began to shift and stir, his eyes gradually opening. The Sneasel pulled back and covered her mouth with her paw, just a little embarrassed, but more nervous and anxious to find out what he was like. Zag opened his eyes and immediately closed them again; they still stung quite painfully, but he'd live. A little water might help. So would a blanket. Why was he so damn cold?! "Um...hi." A quiet voice spoke to him, kind of high-pitched. Definitely feminine in nature. "Hi...yourself." He spoke back, squinting in an attempt to see. "Where...uh...where am I?" The Sneasel's ears perked up and she immediately blurted out, "This is Staunch Forest! Welcome!" It was entirely possible that the Zangoose lived here in the forest, but it was equally possible that he was some kind of alien, traveling the cosmos, righting wrongs and protecting helpless Sneasel everywhere! "Do you need help getting back into space?" Asked she, thoroughly confusing Zag. "Wha..what? What are you going on about? Who are you, anyway?" He slowly sat up as he listened to noises in the background carefully; running water. A creek, or something. Perfect. He made his way over to where the noise was coming from, having to move slowly since his vision was in such a state that the best he could do was squint, which only allowed him to recognize basic shapes. Not fun.He reached down and scooped up some of the flowing water, splashing his paw-full of cool water against his eyes. He sighed in relief and did this four more times, able to see much better by the time he decided he was done. He looked about his surroundings; seemed to be the same field he'd fought the Weavile in. So he hadn't been moved anywhere. And the scorch marks on the ground...so what he had felt had been real after all. He really did shoot flames from his mouth. How strange. Still, he didn't question it. His opponent was down for the count, so there was no sense in wondering 'why'. He then glanced over to where he had heard the voice come from, and was surprised. "You...you're a Sneasel? Oh! You're the one the Weavile were out to kill, weren't you?" She lowered her head and nodded slowly, obviously feeling upset with the whole situation. Zag chewed on his lip, realizing he probably shouldn't have mentioned the fact they were out to kill her still. Come to think of it...his taking out the assassins would only cause more trouble. They'd eventually get back to their village and tell everyone what happened. Then they'd have the whole mountain-side breathing down their necks. Wonderful. "So...uh...who are you?" She paused, considering his question carefully. He really didn't know what she had to consider, he was only asking her name. "I'm...Luka." She finally answered, smiling to him. He smiled right back and stretched his paw out to her in a friendly way. "I'm Zag. It's nice to finally meet you, Luka." She hesitantly gripped his paw with hers and shook it, both of them grinning broadly as they did so. "Looks like we both made a new friend today!" Zag commented, taking his paw back once the shake ended. "So, if it's not too much trouble, how about you fill me in on why those Weavile were chasing you?" She wore a grave look on her face while she considered telling him the story, then sighed, decided it would be best if he knew.
"I...I killed our chieftan..." She spoke out quietly, tears beginning to form in her eyes. "I didn't mean to! Honestly, I didn't! It was a horrible accident!" She pleaded to Zag, desperately not wanting her new friend to judge her in a harsh way. "I didn't mean to kill him...I only wanted to stop the fighting...you see...the chieftan was trying to earn our tribe more territory on the mountain by killing or scaring off all the other Pokemon clans there...he and some of our strongest fighters left to go face a very powerful Machamp -- he leads his clan up the mountain several times in the year for their training -- and our chieftan didn't like them using our space without permission. I didn't want them to fight. They would've lost, surely. I pleaded with the chieftan to stop. He wouldn't listen. So while he and his fighters were traveling up the mountain pass to the cave where the Machamp's clan stayed, I dropped rocks from a high cliff above." She began pleading for Zag's understanding again, lots of stress evident in her voice. "Please! Understand! I only wanted to cut off their route! I never meant for anyone to die! I just wanted to slow them down long enough to try and talk to the Machamp myself, or maybe get them to give up and go home! But..." She slumped down to her knees and wiped away a tear. "I crushed them. The chieftan and three of his men. They died the most horrible death I can think of." She sucked in a deep breath as tears began streaming down her face, her words coming out between gasps of air. "I killed them! And then I ran, like the coward I am! The tribe has every right to kill me! To see me dead!"
Zag didn't know what to say. He stepped closer to her and put his arms around her, closing his eyes as he held her tight. "Now...don't talk like that..." He tried to think of some way to cheer her up, but this wasn't his area of expertise. Urzu was surprisingly good with words, though...maybe if he acted like him? "No one deserves death...life is too beautiful to simply throw away...it's the greatest gift any of us have ever recieved, will ever recieve." He sighed, hoping he'd actually gotten that right. Urzu had said this just earlier today, which is how Zag came upon the question 'what's the last thing you want to say before you die'. The statement didn't seem to have the right reaction in her; in fact, it made her feel worse. "And I took the chieftan's life...I'm horrible..." She'd stopped crying at least, but she still looked depressed. Zag gave himself a mental punch to the face, cursing himself for screwing that up. "Look, maybe it's best if you don't go back to your tribe?" Way to state the obvious there, Zag. "If...if you like, you can stay with me. Us. Me and another guy. We'd love to have you."
"But what if they come looking for me...?" She asked, looking up at him, seriously considering the offer.
"Then we'll protect you. Always."
"But you can't face the entire tribe alone..."
"Then we'll run away, leave the forest."
"You can't--"
"We can. Together, I'm sure we can do anything."
He grinned down at her and she smiled back to him, filled with a new confidence. She leaned her head against his chest and nuzzled against him, happy for the first time in awhile. "Okay. I'll stay with you." Zag grinned even broader and let out a happy cry. "Alright! Let's go home, then. We've both had a really, really long day. I could use a nap." She smiled and nodded, and the two of them left together.
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Urzu roared as he fell from the sky, plummeting to the earth at such speeds that a crater at least a mile wide was formed. He stood victorious over the crumpled form of his defeated opponent, beating his chest in dominance as his voice carried across the lands.
"Hey! Get up!"
He looked down at the formless beast he'd conquered, snorting at it, already prepared for a possible round two. "Must I demonstrate my strength to you again?" He asked, grinding his foot into its head.
"HEY! Sleeping beauty! Get your lazy ass up!"
He felt a sharp pain shoot into his belly and he jumped, bumping his head against the tree he'd fallen asleep against. "Oh...it's only you, Zag." He stated rubbing the bump on his noggin.
"What do you mean, ONLY me? And to think I brought you a souvenir." He smirked and tossed Urzu a Tamato berry, the same kind that had been thrown at him while he'd been chasing the Weavile. Unlike himself, though, Urzu adored spicy foods. You'd have to ask him about that, though, since his face doesn't emote much. Urzu caught the fruit and placed it in his mouth, chewing slowly, savoring the flavor of it. "So," he asked, "how'd it go?"
"Oh, you know..." Luka appeared behind him, approaching shyly and giving Urzu a polite bow once she was standing by Zag's side. "Well. Say hi to Luka. Luka, Urzu." Luka smiled weakly and gave a shy 'hi' under her breath, waving a paw at him. Zag smirked again and put his arm around Luka, causing her to blush deeply. She leaned against him and grinned, her arms wrapping around him the way his were wrapped around hers.
"Oh wow. So you're not a total loser after all." He chuckled and swallowed his food, sighing in satisfaction, filling the immediate area with the smell of his spicy breath. "Thanks for the food. The spicy ones don't grow in this part of the forest."
"And Arceus knows you're far too lazy to go get them yourself."
"Damn straight." He snorted, proud of his lackluster lifestyle. "Now if you'll excuse me, it's late. I'm going back to sleep. Go enjoy the spoils of war. But do it quietly. Like I said, I'm trying to sleep." Urzu said somewhat quickly, rolling onto his other side and closing his eyes. "Nice meeting you, by the way, Luka." Luka blushed and rubbed her claws together nervously, staring straight down at the ground. Did Zag really intend to...ahem...enjoy her? Not that she was against the idea, or anything...
"Sleep well, you collection of lard. I'm pretty tired, myself. Going to bed." He put his paws behind his head and wandered over to his little nest, a short distance away from Urzu's spot. Luka seemed a little disappointed that she wasn't going to actually get 'enjoyed', but it was probably for the best. She didn't have much -- or any -- experience in that particular field, and Zag really did deserve the best she could give after saving her.
"Care to join me, Luka?"
Those five little words scared her to death. She didn't really know what she wanted at this point. She calculated her options for a few seconds, even if it felt like hours to her. Finally she gulped and nodded, following him over to his burrow, constructed primarily of leaves and small branches. He cralwed into the entrance hole and she followed shortly, just enough room for the two inside. It was spacious enough for Zag alone to sleep and feel protected from the dangers of the forest at night. If she began sleeping with him regularly, though, he might have to build a bigger one. Such a thing would have to wait for other times, though. He was sleepy tonight. He laid down on the leafy floor of his little home, reclining on his side, extending a claw, and curling it towards himself, inviting Luka closer. She happily obliged and curled her body into his, snuggling in close, her head under his chin. His arm rested on her body and the two closed their eyes as they drifted off to sleep.
Or at least, tried to sleep.
A few hours after they'd laid down, Zag was very much asleep. Luka, however, was still quite awake. Her mind buzzed with thought, even while she desperately tried to clear it. It really was quite amazing, though. She'd woken up that morning after spending the night before, hiding from the tribe under a dead and rotting tree. The evening of the very same day, she found herself held by Zag's loving arms, saved from danger. At least for now. Even if his solution was only temporary, he'd still risked life and limb to save her. She had to repay him somehow. But...how, exactly?
Go enjoy the spoils of war.
Urzu had said that, but did he really mean it? Would Zag enjoyed it if she...she had to try, at least. She struggled to move while Zag held her so tightly, even in his sleep. Eventually she decided she didn't want to leave his arms anyway, and simply shifted around so that they were face-to-face. Or at least they would've been, if she weren't half his height. "If only I weren't so...damn...short." She muttered under her breath as her paws moved over his fur, stroking him gently. Her foot reached up from its location on the ground and found its way between his legs. She stuck her tongue out absent-mindedly as she concentrated on her efforts, having to stay focused or risk hurting him while doing this. Her light claw movements against his fur and skin slowly lured out his penis, the very tip poking out while the claws on her toes slowly and carefully tracing along his ballsack. It took some time and a lot of energy, but eventually she got enough of his cock out for her to do something with. Her toe-claws traced along its length before she pressed her body against his even tighter than it had been already, and slowly and carefully slid down him, pulling free of his grasp in the process. She sighed, relieved that things were going well so far, before turning to look at his newly-freed glans. It seemed a little...big...she honestly hoped she was big enough to house all of it. Or at least most of it. She inhaled deeply before pressing her palms against him and gently pushing him onto his back. He moved with little effort, and light snoring indicated he was still asleep. She wiped imaginary sweat from her brow and decided that now that he was ready, she had to prepare herself. Her paw slowly roamed down her body until the tips of her claws found her pussy, running slowly up and down the slit. She closed her eyes and suppressed a moan as the claws' tips were pushed in further, still moving at an agonizingly slow pace. For a moment her knees weakened and a quiet groan escaped her lips, but she managed to stay upright and keep anyone from waking up prematurely. She pulled her claws from herself and sniffed them, curious of the smell and taste. Her tongue came out and licked them shyly, actually surprised at her own taste. She couldn't quite find the words to describe it; there was nothing else she'd ever tasted that came close. But there wasn't time to classify her bodily fluids; something far more important cried out to her. Something large and red. Zag's erection had begun to slowly die, and she simply could not allow that to happen.
Slowly she climbed onto his belly while he lay there, claws resting on it while she backed up her hips to line them up with his. She closed her eyes and bit down on her lip in preparation, and, without further ceremony, speared herself on his length, pushing until she'd taken them all the way to the hilt, then sighing and moaning out rather loudly. This finally managed to get through to Zag, who shifted in his sleep and popped his eyes open quickly, looking up at her. "Luka! Wha--" She cut him off by resting a claw on his lips, slowly moving her hips up his shaft. "Don't say anything," she whispered, "I want to do this. For you." Of course, the pleasure was damn good for her, too. She moved her claw and he nodded, mouth agape at the situation, but decidedly happy with it. He laid his head back against the ground and she slammed down on him again, moaning out once more. Zag had to grit his teeth together while she continued, trying like hell to keep his groans of pleasure down. If Urzu heard them...boy, that would be horribly awkward, wouldn't it?
"Is it...uhhh...good?" She whispered, trying to speak between groans and pants. "It is...mmmm..." He replied back, pressing her paws against his while their hips kept moving. The walls of her pussy squeezing him while her hips bounced against his...one of the greatest things -- no, the greatest thing he'd ever felt. Her vaginal muscles contracted and squeezed him while her moans came shorter and louder, driving him ever closer to the edge. He was able to maintain himself, however, and managed to hold back his climax. Until she released of course, screaming out and cumming hard against his dick, launching forth a gush of juices from her pussy all over his fur, some against his balls. He lost control after that, his teeth clenched shut so tightly that he thought they were going to break. His dick erupted inside her, shooting stream after stream of his seed deep into her, filling her tight little twat up with hot and sticky cum. His hips kept pounding against hers until he had completely emptied himself into her, which elicited a few more squeaks from her. The pleasure was great, incredible, but she was suddenly completely drained of energy, unable to do much more beyond squeaking. Zag panted out, trying to catch his breath, his arms falling to either side of him while Luka rested against his belly.
"That was...incredible...Luka...thank you..."
"It was...nothing...I loved it...too..."
"Sorry I didn't last very long..."
"No problem...I had the same problem..."
The two chuckled after they were done speaking, still trying to catch their breaths. There weren't any more words after that; Luka's mind finally calmed itself. They fell asleep like that, laying together until well into the afternoon the next day.
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"Hey!"
Zag was in a meditative state at his point, his mind a million miles away while he stared up at the ceiling.
"Tiny! Get your ass up!"
Urzu's words finally wormed their way into the Zangoose's skull, breaking his concentration, his mind crashing back down to Earth, leaving him just a little irritated.
"Wake up already! Day's already half over."
He gave an aggrivated groan and slowly sat up, Luka still resting in his lap. "I'm awake already, geez!" He sighed and growled, then immediately perked up when he looked down at Luka, who was looking up at him with a loving grin. The late-night events of the day previous came back to him, and he was forced to chuckle under his breath.
It had been so awesome, he could hardly believe it had actually happened to him.
"Come on, let's go see what Urzu wants." He spoke to Luka, who nodded and followed as they crawled out of the entrance to his little burrow. Urzu was standing just outside of it, on all fours, resting on his knuckles. "'Bout time. I'm starved." Zag faked a gasp and covered his mouth with a claw. "Miracle of miracles! Urzu moved out of his spot!" Urzu snorted and sauntered back over to his ring of dead grass, plopping down against his tree and reclining against it. "Don't get used to it. Come on now, it's time for lunch. I can't reach the good stuff high up like you can, you know that."
"Yeah, yeah. You big ape. You're lucky we're friends, or you'd have starved to death by now." Zag commented as he climbed up his favorite tree, taking a seat at his usual branch and kicking his feet in the air. Luka raced up after him, able to climb even faster than he was, and took a seat next to him, sending smiles everywhere. Zag plucked three Persim berries, passing one to her, keeping one to himself, and dropping another to Urzu below. Once everyone had their fruit and was happily eating, Zag picked the convesation up. "Anyway, like we were talking about yesterday, I think the best way to die is covered in females. Ooops! I mean, 'members of the opposite sex'." He had to be more sensitive now that there was an actual female in their midst. Luka laughed cutely to herself and took a bite of the fruit. "There's no need for you to be so sensitive, Zag. I happen to agree with you." Zag was honestly surprised with this, and almost choked on his berry. Luka broke the silence by offering her own insight. "I'm going to take the easy way out and say I want to die in my sleep. What about you, Urzu?" Urzu closed his eyes in thought while he chewed on the whole fruit at once, hands folded behind his head. Once his mouth was cleared of food, he spoke. "Protecting the one I love."
Zag chuckled and nibbled on his own Persim. "Sounds impossible. How are you going to die protecting yourself?" Urzu grumbled while both Zag and Luka laughed. Friendship is a beautiful thing, isn't it?
Date:Mar 10 2015 Chapter:Chapter 1
Sexy, with some nice action and humor. This one never gets old.
Most Excellent.