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--Author's Note-- since I'm typing this up in Notepad, I don't want to use italics or underlines to represent mental dialog, so I'm replacing quote marks with a slash (/) when applicable, which I hope doesn't impact the readability too much. That said, enjoy.

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I awoke the next morning feeling contented, at peace, not really knowing exactly why I was so comfortable. I stirred, and felt my arm brush against a massive object cradled in my chest. A stuffed animal, I presumed, until I noticed that my stuffed animal was warm. And breathing. And staring right at me.

I'm not afraid to admit that sometimes I get scared due to sudden shocks. This was one of those times. Holy CRAP that was a shock, probably rating a solid 7.3 on the Justtyn Shock-O-Meter. And yet that paled in comparison to what was to follow. A couple minutes passed, during which time my breathing rate returned to a normal level, all the while Neko just stared at me, saying and doing nothing. Taking in a deep breath, I laid back down beside her and closed my eyes. A few seconds passed, and then...

/Sleep well, master?/

"HoobajoobaWHA?!?!" I exclaimed as my eyes shot open. That voice... it couldn't be, could it? I stared at Neko; she stared at me. Then she cocked her head to the side and I heard the voice again.

/Well?/

This wasn't happening. How could she-- how did she-- why did she wait until NOW-- how long did she--- WHAT? Questions swam inside my head, all vying for focus, until I finally composed myself. "Um, very well, thanks."

/Glad to hear it,/ she responded, or at least I assumed it was her responding. It -couldn't- be anything else, right? Her lips weren't moving, which meant that there was only one possibility. Well, two actually, but I didn't want to consider the second one without a professional opinion on the matter.

/No, you're not crazy,/ she said, quelling the most potent of my fears at least. /My aura allows me to communicate with you telepathically,/ she continued, /though it requires us both to share a stronger than usual bond, so most trainers are unaware of the existence of such an ability./

"Amazing..." was the only response I was able to muster. "But, how did you learn--"

/Internet,/ she interrupted with a quick, almost dismissive wave of her paw. I was flabbergasted.

"...seriously? We don't even HAVE Internet access at the house, and unless you were sneaking out at night and--"

/Relax, I'm joking!/ she exclaimed, again allowing herself a quick laugh at my expense. /It's part of the whole aura deal. You didn't honestly think I was leaving the house, were you?/

"Of course not!" I blurted out, perhaps a little too quickly to be convincing. The truth was that I wasn't entirely certain, but of course I couldn't say that out loud.

/Sure you didn't,/ she said with a knowing glance. /Really now?/

That was odd. Despite my own self-realized blunder, I didn't think that my lie was all THAT obvious, was it?

/Yes it was./

I froze in my tracks. Was she able to read my thoughts too? Good lord, it was odd enough that she could speak to me, but if her aura granted her THIS much power, then I might have had reason to be concerned. How long had my mind been open for her to observe anyway?

/Oh don't worry,/ she tried to reassure me. /It's never happened before, not until last night anyway. Of course, I've always been able to read your emotions through the aura bond between us. Even you knew that much, right?/

"I suppose so," I replied. To be honest, I had kinda hoped that her influence on my emotions was a one-way street, and had almost convinced myself of the fact without a real reason to believe otherwise.

/Oh come on, you never wondered how I knew just how to cheer you up all these years? A hug here, a cuddle there, and you were like putty in my paws./

Well of course I had questioned it, but I had written it off mostly as pure chance and an advanced ability to interpret body language.

/Oh I've got something better than body language to figure you out, master,/ she commented with a sly grin on her face.

"Hey, not that I don't like you reading my mind or anything, but could you cut back on it a bit? It's kinda starting to creep me out."

/If you wish, I will stop,/ she nodded solemnly before adding, /though I have to say, your mind a very interesting subject. Active, imaginative, and very knowledgeable./

I knew she was attempting to flatter me in an attempt to give her free access to my thoughts again, but I had more pressing issues to sort out beforehand.

"So Neko, why now? We've been companions, even best friends, for years now and yet you've never once spoken to me this way. Why would you gain the ability now, of all times?

Neko shrugged. /I dunno,/ was her simple response. /Perhaps the bond between us wasn't strong enough until now? I know I was certainly fonder of you after you insisted on bringing me along for this journey rather than 'settling for those boring old starters' as I believe you put it. I guess last night was the final step needed. Or something. I'm not exactly an expert on it ya know./

"Then we're in the same boat," I replied. "By the way, how do you like the name? If we're going to be talking to each other, I want to make sure you're okay with what I'm calling you."

As she assured me that she loved her new name, I slowly came to realize that my arm had draped itself back over her body, probably since any other position would make it bend at an awkward angle. Upon realizing it, I made a motion to move my arm out of the way, but Neko grabbed it and held it there. I gave her a questioning glance, and she actually blushed and said, /I-I like it there. It's comforting./ As I set my arm back down around her, she quickly added, /That is, if you don't object to it master./

That was the third time she had used the term "master" and each time it felt more and more insulting, not to myself but to Neko as a human being. Well okay, she WASN'T a human being, I had to remind myself, but even still the feeling remained. She was sentient, able to reason, and now more than ever was able to communicate, so she might as well have been a human in my eyes. I had to ask.

"Why do you call me 'master' Neko?"

/Because that is what you are,/ she said matter-of-factly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. /You are my trainer, and thus my master, and I am your Pokemon. Is that not what your books said?/

She was right of course, that's exactly what the library books had said, and with hindsight being 20/20 I decided I probably shouldn't have left my library rentals in easy reach of a certain pair of curious young paws. Back to the more important issue though, I needed to come up with some sort of response to her query.

"Yes Neko, that is technically true, but to be perfectly honest I really don't feel like I'm your master. I never have. You've always been my equal, and I would prefer it if you would address me as such. I'm not going to ORDER you to stop calling me master, as that would completely defeat the entire purpose of it all, but I am going to ask that you at least try to call me by my name and not address me with a title for a position that doesn't exist."

/I will try, mas-- I mean, Justtyn./

"Thank you Neko. Now," I said as I glanced at my watch, "it's nearly 8:30, and I think we should be getting up for the day, hm?"

Neko nuzzled into my chest as she murmured, /Mm, five more minutes./

"If you insist," I sighed, enjoying the closeness as much as I assumed she was. I needed some time to think this through anyway, so the idle time was not spent in vain.

It was an odd feeling, realizing that for the past several years she had been reading my emotions better than any human ever could, using her aura to her advantage yet keeping the secret from me the whole time. I almost felt as if I had been betrayed, cheated out of something amazing, something wonderful. So why didn't the ability show itself until now? What would I have done with the knowledge had I obtained it sooner? Looking deep into myself, I realized that I would have probably exploited the connection, showing her to friends and turning her into a public spectacle purely for the sake of attention. Perhaps I wouldn't have done so in the last six months or so, but during that first year with her I knew I wouldn't have been able to resist showing her off. Maybe she was right, and maybe I wasn't ready up until this point to handle her gift in a way that would be best for both of us.

/Pretty much, yeah,/ came a muffled voice talking into my shirt.

"Hey, I thought I asked you to stop doing that!"

/Sorry,/ she yawned. /Force of habit I suppose./

I recognized the irony in asking her to stop calling me master with one breath and to stop invading my thoughts with the other, and I knew that eventually I would have no qualms with her intrusions, yet at the moment I still needed to have some semblance of privacy within my own mind, despite knowing that that privacy had now ceased to exist. I'd cross that bridge when I came to it, I concluded.

About 9:15 or so we finally got up and started our programming day, and the morning was rather uneventful aside from an occasional stumble over a dormant metapod. During our hike, Neko told me about her life before I met her, which was for the most part astoundingly boring. Other than eating and sleeping, there hadn't been much for her to do around the house, and of course my grandparents didn't allow her outside of the house for fear of losing her ("like I'd run away from a comfortable life for a few cheap thrills, HHMPH"). Not the most active of lifestyles, but it was better than being out in the wild, at least from her point of view. Around 2 o'clock we encountered another weak caterpie, and I made another abrupt direction change to simply ignore it when Neko stopped me.

/Master -- sorry about that, I wasn't thinking -- why not stand and fight? Do you have that little trust in my battle capabilities?/

"Well..." I stalled for time, with the traditional anime hand-behind-the-head-with-massive-sweatdrop thing going on. "It's not that, I just, heh, don't have any idea what your battle abilities ARE in the first place."

/And it never once occurred to you to point the all-knowing Pokedex at me, or ya know, just ASK me?/

Anime fall-flat-on-my-back-in-one-frame time. "I guess I, uh, never really thought of that. Heh heh..."

Neko's head fell into her open palm, shaking it slowly from side to side in response to my horrific oversight.

"Hey! Don't look at me like that! I had other things on my mind!"

Neko raised an eyebrow, the battle with the caterpie now completely forgotten. /Really now? Do you remember who you're talking to?/

"Oh right..." Oops.

She continued. /I know for a fact your mind was focused on nothing but where our next meal was going to come from. Pfft, typical male./

I sighed, unable to do anything but surrender. "Alright alright, you win. Happy?"

/Not good enough,/ she responded, much to my surprise. I looked at her as she continued with a victory grin plastered across her face. /I want to hear you say it./ She put her paws in the air to indicate quotation marks and spoke slowly, over-pronouncing each syllable. /My name is Justtyn Waters and I am not smarter than a riolu./

"...you're kidding, right?"

/Say it!/ she taunted.

I took a deep breath, feeling incredibly silly, resisting the urge to roll my eyes, before turning to her and repeating "My name is Justtyn Waters, and as I have been oh so cleverly reminded, I am indeed not smarter than a riolu."

/Hee-hee!/ Neko laughed. Clearly she enjoyed one-upping me like that. /Glad to hear it./

"Yeah yeah, so now that we've got that taken care of, what ARE your abilities anyway?"

/Well let's see here. I've got three attacks so far - Quick Attack, Foresight, and Endure. But to be honest, the only one I'd even consider using is Quick Attack. Foresight doesn't seem all that useful, and if I have to use Endure it means I shouldn't even be in that fight in the first place, right?/

Personally I thought that Foresight had its uses, but for the most part I agreed with her analysis. "True enough I suppose. Looks like our caterpie got away from us, but I promise to let you fight the next one we see, alright?"

/Deal!/

Of course, I still didn't have any Pokeballs, so for the next couple of days we mostly fought for the sake of fighting, to gain valuable experience, and "to just have fun" as Neko put it. Our sleeping arrangements remained unchanged, and we grew fond of the additional warmth our bodies provided each other, quickly growing out of our awkwardness. After the first night I had considered the fact that I might have needed to invest in a larger tent, but to be perfectly honest after one more night I had no further qualms with its small confines. A blessing in disguise, one might say.

About a week after my journey started, we were once again exploring the forest, slowly making our way to Pewter City. There I planned to get some supplies and start training some more Pokemon, my ultimate goal of course being the city's gym. About an hour into our walk, Neko spotted a sparkle in the grass, and upon further investigation we found it to be a TM lying in plain sight.

"Who PUTS all these out here anyway?" I commented as I picked it up and placed it in my bag. Having second thoughts, I pulled it back out and booted it up just to see what it was, on the off-chance Neko would be able to learn it. TM45: Attract. Another move I felt to be fairly unnecessary, but Neko WAS compatible with it, and she WAS able to learn one more move. It's not like I really needed the money from selling it either, so why not? Neko agreed, and a quick 3 seconds later she knew how to make the opposite gender infatuated. Whatever that meant in the context of a battle.

"I've always wondered how you Pokemon have been able to learn moves so quickly," I thought out loud.

Neko turned gave me a look that said "Duh!" quite plainly, saying /Justtyn, did you forget that I'm female? That wasn't exactly the hardest move for me to learn./

"Well of course you are, I meant for OTHER moves, not just this one!"

Neko laughed and I finally realized she was just messing with me. "Dang," I thought to myself, "I really need to learn how to tell when people are joking."

/That would help,/ said a playful voice in my mind. I gave a half-serious glare in Neko's direction, though I had long since given up trying to prevent her eavesdropping.

"If you say so..." I sighed as I continued hiking.

It wasn't until early that evening that anything major happened. I was beginning to get hungry when I saw someone else approaching in the distance. Knowing that this forest was popular among new trainers, I decided that it probably wasn't too much of a threat, though I wasn't really ready for a full-on battle, so Neko and I stayed somewhat hidden behind a particularly dense group of pine trees. The trainer walked on, seemingly unaware of my presence, until he was close enough for me to realize that it was someone I knew. It was Fritz, my friend from my old school, before I moved to my grandparents' house. I had no idea he had become a trainer too! I couldn't believe he was right there, after I hadn't seen him in... geez, it must have been YEARS since we parted ways. Well, I couldn't just let him walk by me unnoticed, now could I?

"...Fritz?"

The boy spun around and stared me in the eye for a split second before exclaiming "Justtyn!" and running towards me with arms open. We hugged briefly and I realized just how much he'd grown up since I last saw him. His brown hair had grown out quite a bit in the past few years, and he had grown thinner than before, definitely a change from the image in my memory. Then again, I probably looked much different than he remembered too. Even still, I had to say something.

"You're so much taller than before Fritz, it was hard to recognize you."

"Yeah, well you're not exactly the small fry you used to be either," he shot back. "How long have you been out here anyway? On your trip, I mean."

"7 or 8 days I think. I'm just starting out."

"No way!" Fritz exclaimed. "Me too! I left about two weeks ago and haven't had much luck catching Pokemon yet, but I'll get them sooner or later," he added. "How about you? You catch anything yet?"

"Nah, it's just been Neko and me so far," I responded, gesturing in her general direction. Apparently Fritz had missed her until that point, as his eyes expanded to the size of dinner plates and he nearly screamed, "A RIOLU?!?!"

I furrowed my brow at his response, not exactly understanding what all the excitement was about. "Yeah... is there something wrong with that?"

Fritz shook his head violently. "No man, they're just really freaking rare, and I've always wanted one. I can't believe I'm seeing one live, right here, right now. What did you say its name was again?"

"HER name is Neko," I stated, putting emphasis on the fact that she did indeed have a gender while at the same time thinking that perhaps my friend needed to take a chill pill or something.

"How did you get it? ...I mean her?"

I relayed Neko's history to Fritz, who listened with glazed eyes and soaked in the information like a sponge. I began to think that perhaps this interest in riolus was bordering on the edge of obsession ("Tell me about it," said Neko's voice), but I didn't say anything.

I finally managed to get him off the subject of riolus for a while, and we caught up on what we had been doing since our separation. After about half an hour, he interrupted my HIGHLY entertaining story about potato salad to ask me a question.

"Hey, you wanna battle?"

Well that put me into an odd situation. I mean sure, at least this time I knew what Neko's moves actually were, but I still didn't think myself to be ready for a one-on-one confrontation. Then again, this was a friend of mine, and I knew I should humor him, so I gave in. Besides, Neko assured me it would be all right since his starter Pokemon couldn't be all that strong either, and of course it would be a great opportunity to test out Attract, so I didn't really have much of a choice when all was said and done.

Not my greatest decision ever.

Well, to put it simply, the battle didn't exactly go according to plan. We fought well strategy-wise, and I was proud of Neko when she made a particularly risky dodge followed by a perfectly-timed Quick Attack, but otherwise Fritz's squirtle mopped the floor with her simply due to brute strength. I did have Neko try to use Attract, which appeared to have an effect, but like I suspected before the battle even began, it only delayed our defeat rather than seriously impacting the battle. In fact, it seemed to affect me more than the squirtle, which I merely attributed to misguided aim during the attack. Regardless, when it was obvious that Neko couldn't fight anymore, I did not hesitate in throwing in the towel. Upon my defeat, I made sure Neko was still able to walk and then approached Fritz.

"Always number 1, just like good ol' times I suppose," I said while pulling out my wallet to start counting out the prize money.

"Hey come on now, SOMEONE's got to be the best at everything, and it might as well be me, right?"

I laughed. He had always had that half-serious half-joking cocky attitude, and I had long since gotten used to it. I held out my hand with the prize money and said simply, "If you say so."

He pushed my hand back at me. "Keep it dude. I can't take money from you after all we've been through. Buy something for your riolu with it."

This act wasn't entirely unexpected coming from him, but it was a nice gesture nonetheless. However, his next words came as a surprise.

"Yeah Justtyn, I don't mean to leave you hanging here, but I know you're probably going to stay here for a while yet and I need to get going sometime soon. Promised to meet a friend of mine in Pewter City before tomorrow you see. I'll meet up with you there, alright?"

"No worries, I'll seeya later then."

He started off on the trail again and was soon out of sight. I gazed off in his direction for a few moments more, until I was interrupted by a rather annoyed-sounding voice ringing through my head.

/So are you going to heal me up or what?/

Oops. Kinda forgot about the fact that Neko was still hurt from the battle, sitting on the ground nearby. I rushed over to my backpack and pulled out a few Super Potions I had brought with me for just such an occasion. Kneeling by her side, I started spraying the stuff wherever I found any visible wounds, which thankfully weren't very numerous. At the same time, I mentally apologized to Neko, knowing that she'd get the message and understand the sincerity. There was one bruise on her arm however that needed some special care, probably caused from contact with squirtle's hard shell at some point. This I sprayed with some of the potion and then gently massaged to help work it into the skin. Neko grunted, in pain at first but less so as the medicine took effect. As I was finishing up, she finally spoke, this time with a tone more concerned than anything.

/Justtyn, I want to tell you something, but.../

"If it has anything to do with the fight," I said, anticipating what I thought she was going to say, "then don't worry about it. I don't care that we lost. I just care that you're safe."

/But I fought so poorly! I failed you! You should be ashamed of me right now!/

"Neko, it doesn't matter whether you win or lose as long as you tried your hardest. We had him beat in strategy, but he had more muscle than you. There's nothing to be ashamed of."

/But that's just it, Justtyn. I DIDN'T try my hardest./

This intrigued me, for I hadn't seen anything to the contrary during the fight. Sure, she had seemed a bit more distracted than usual, but that was to be expected, right? She was just nervous about her first battle against another trainer, right? I looked her straight in the eye and asked, "What do you mean?"

She avoided my gaze, choosing instead to speak to the oak tree on my left. /I was just... distracted the whole time. I couldn't concentrate, and that's why he was able to land so many hits and why I missed so many of mine./

Now I was genuinely concerned. This didn't sound like it was just nerves. "What's wrong Neko? Are you feeling sick? We can run to the city's Pokecenter if you want, or we could--"

/No, that won't help,/ she replied, shaking her head back and forth. /I don't really know what's going on, but I've been getting this strange feeling for the past few days that won't go away. For the most part I've been ignoring it, but today it really screwed me up. I'm not sick, but I don't know exactly what the problem is either./

"So you don't want to head to the city then?"

/It won't help. I'd really just like to stay here tonight, with you./

Completely missing any possible meaning she might have meant by those last two words, I merely replied, "All right, I'll set up camp then."

Neko sat with her back to a tree while I pitched the tent and gathered firewood, her eyes closed the whole time. As darkness began to envelop our campsite, I lit the fire and sat down nearby, at which point Neko got up and sat by me. We both stared into the bright flames dancing across the wood, and after a short amount of time she leaned her head onto my side. Almost subconsciously I moved my arm up and around her body to pull her closer and leaned over myself until the side of my head was resting on the top of hers. It was a rather affectionate moment for both of us, but neither of us felt terribly awkward at the close contact, not after the nights we had spent wrapped together. Yet at the same time it felt even more intimate than usual, and I could not explain exactly why that was. No words were exchanged, no glances were met, and no verbal communication was necessary. We just felt completely at peace, totally at ease, and I was more relaxed than I had been in several days.

Unfortunately, this moment was not to last. While we stayed in that position for a good half hour at least, just watching the fire and giving it the occasional prod when needed, I soon realized that Neko was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. I could feel her face making tiny, miniscule twitches every so often, often accompanied by a tiny grunt or groan, almost inaudible but still detectable. Yes, something was seriously bothering her, and it pained me to see her in such discomfort without knowing what to do to help, if anything could be done at all. Soon, the twitches increased both in intensity and frequency, and I started stroking her arm without really noticing it, almost a subconscious effort to help calm her down. Apparently this didn't help, as ten minutes later she was squirming more than ever with a frustrated, wanting look on her face. I had to ask.

"Neko, are you sure I can't help out at all? You really look like you're in a lot of pain right now."

There was a long pause before she replied, her voice sounding like she was reluctant to answer. /No./

"You know what's wrong, don't you? I can sense it, you know what the issue is but you don't want to tell me, right?"

Another long pause. /I... I can't ask you to help me with this. It wouldn't be right./

"Help you with WHAT, Neko?" I couldn't stand to see her like this, and if there was anything I could possibly do to help, I was willing to do it.

/Nothing. It's none of your concern master./

I moved my arm away and spun around where I was sitting so I could talk directly to her. Grabbing her right shoulder with one hand, I used my other hand to lift her chin up until we were looking directly at each other.

"Neko, I've already told you. I'm not your master, I'm your equal. And I want to help you, so please, for my sake, please tell me what I can do."

Instead of answering, she used her paw to grab my hand and move it away from her face, allowing her to look off into the distance somewhere. Her bottom lip was trembling and I saw tears starting to form in her eyes. Why was she crying? It looked as if she wanted to answer terribly badly but couldn't bring herself to speak her mind, to reveal whatever secret she was holding. Oh, what I would have given to be able to read her mind like she could mine at that moment.

Until finally it clicked. I understood. And it blew my mind.

"Could it be?" I asked myself. "Has she really fallen in love with me?"

She obviously overheard this thought, as she fidgeted and stared in any direction but where my face was, making a half-hearted attempt to squirm away. I held her in place as I continued processing the whole situation in my head. This was obviously her heat cycle, if it was having this much of a physical effect on her, but did she really want me to be the one to bring her relief? And why would she even consider trusting me with such a personal task if she didn't have at least some feelings for me? Sure, I suppose in a few days she'd be desperate enough to be willing to do anything to appease the discomfort, but at this point she was coherent enough to still have some choice in the matter.

And she chose me.

She hadn't expressed it verbally, but nevertheless I understood. She chose me. Of all people. ME.

"Neko, why didn't you just ask me?"

/Because it's wrong!/ she choked out. /You're my trainer! You're a human! And you're... you're... the only real friend I've ever had.../

I could see her resolve breaking even as she spoke. The poor soul. She had probably been preoccupied with this ever since her heat started. On the one hand, relationships between humans and their Pokemon weren't the most normal occurrences ever, and generated a few strange looks every now and then. On the other hand, hadn't I said myself that she was essentially a human in my eyes? The only question was, did I love her too? Were my feelings toward her of amorous origin or were they merely inklings of fond affection for a companion? The more I thought about it, the more I realized the answer was clear. Who was I kidding? I had fallen in love with Neko the very first day I met her, and nothing could ever change that. Screw what society thought. Neko had always been there for me when I needed her the most, and now more than ever she needed me. There was only one possible response.

I brought my hand back up to her chin, raised her head up to look up at me, tilted my own head to the side, and kissed her.

Through my nearly-closed eyelids I saw her eyes widen in surprise and then quickly close as her resistance melted away instantaneously. The back of my mind was screaming at me, wondering what in the name of any deity out there I was doing, but I quickly pushed that thought away. What mattered was the here and now and the whimpering Pokemon in front of me whose mouth I found my own pressed up against. It started out as a small kiss (I didn't want to scare her TOO much after all), but when Neko wrapped her paw around my head and pressed forward so as to deepen the kiss, I took the initiative. My tongue sought out hers, and it quickly became a passionate exchange of breath and saliva as our tongues wrestled with one another. Good lord this was arousing! Minutes passed that felt like mere seconds, and I wanted to continue forever, such was the love I felt between us. Unfortunately, there was this SLIGHT problem which I affectionately labeled "OHGOD I NEED OXYGEN" which forced us to separate long before I (and she as well, I'm sure) was satisfied. Both of us panting from the experience, I scooped her into my arms and gave her an intimate hug, her small body sitting on my lap as her head rested on my chest. Again, no words needed to be said, as our actions said all that was necessary. I rubbed the top of her head between her ears as we rested for a spell, bringing a wide smile to her face.

Unfortunately, I knew her heat could not be sated with that simple show of affection, no matter how heated it was (if you'll pardon the pun). But damn, that was just... I don't even know how to describe it. A bit fuzzier than I imagined my first kiss being, I can tell you that much. Yet that small taste left me with a burning desire for more, a ravenous craving that let my more primal instincts out into the open, revealing a side of my personality I hadn't known existed until that point.

I gave Neko's head one more stroke, then leaned down to start another kiss. As before, it quickly became a heated battle between the two of us, our own personal Pokemon battle if you will, and again her paw found itself at the base of my neck to increase the intensity of it all. This time however, something was different. I felt her mouth curl into a smirk, and before I could question what for, her unused paw reached down and grabbed my otherwise-latent left hand, guiding it toward her soft, fluffy chest. /Make yourself useful, why dontcha?/ she mentally projected before pressing my hand directly against her breast and giving a soft whine. To be honest, I had never really even considered whether she even had breasts, a question that was to be answered in short order. She whined again, and taking the hint, I started kneading her right breast, working the soft mounds of flesh within my hands, causing Neko to moan into my mouth as we continued our fierce tongue-battle. Presently, I flicked my finger against her nipple, which was apparently as sensitive as a human woman's, as she arched her back and groaned in pleasure from the contact. I brought my other hand up to her chest to start playing with her other breast, alternating between soft caressing and gentle pinching, driving Neko crazy with pleasure, with desire.

It was at this point that I believe Neko decided a change of pace was necessary. As we separated for air once again, she gently pushed her paws against my chest and let herself fall backwards, out of my lap and onto her back on the ground. Upon seeing the confused expression on my face, she gave a decidedly lust-filled grin and beckoned me forward. Getting on my hands and knees, I crawled the short distance to her until I was directly on top of her, casting a shadow on her from the light of the slowly dwindling campfire. I leaned down to give her another kiss, but this time she stopped me before it became too intimate, prompting another confused glance on my part as I was unsure what exactly she wanted me to do.

/Left hand here,/ she commanded, pointing at her right breast, /and mouth here,/ pointing to the left one. Her commands, while direct and to the point, were not at all authoritative, and instead sounded more like requests than orders. Requests which I was happy to oblige of course. While my left hand got back to work, I buried my face in her furry bosom, sliding my tongue up and around her sweet mound until finally taking her nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it and lightly biting it with my teeth.

/Oh GOD!/ she exclaimed at my treatment, her body writhing about as I set her nerves tingling in a way she had never imagined. I can't tell you how much it aroused me to see her in so much pleasure, and to know that I was the one giving it to her. My cock strained against the tight confines of my shorts, but I had already decided that this night was for her, not me. She was the one in heat after all. So rather than using my free hand to loosen my clothing, I instead brought it up and placed it directly on her stomach, rubbing and petting back and forth while I continued my reckless abandon on her breasts. "I could get used to this," I reflected to myself, becoming lost in her moans and whimpers, her wordless cries for more, her gasps and pants that I heard (or at least imagined hearing) as my own name.

What torture that must have been for Neko, debating whether to let me continue my ministrations or ask for more, wondering if I had any intentions of going any farther. After perhaps five minutes, she again took the lead, bringing her paw to the hand on her belly and gently (yet insistently) pushing it just a bit lower than it was before. I paused my assault briefly and looked up at her quizzically. She gave a single nod and applied slightly more pressure to my hand, which was more than enough for me.

Placing my mouth back around her rigid nipple, I slid my hand down, down, and started exploring. I started off by rubbing her thighs, but soon moved upwards and found my destination. Cupping her mound within my palm, I massaged her outer lips, taking particular enjoyment in the smooth fur that covered the area. Here was a place I still knew very little about, never mind the fact that it was a Pokemon's, so it was as much of a learning experience for me as it was a pleasurable one. I slid my fingers up and down her slit, finding a curious wetness as a result, which I assumed was a good sign. I maintained my soft massage until I uncovered a nub of flesh near the top of her slit, and upon brushing my finger against it, I was rewarded with a loud gasp and a curling of the toes, clearly a sensitive spot for my young companion. I stroked it again, and then once more, becoming addicted to the long moans generated deep in Neko's throat. Continuing my movements, I started pressing deeper and deeper, until I discovered a depression near the bottom and knew I had discovered her most sacred of places, her vagina.

There was but one thing left to do. A small amount of force and a low groan later, my middle finger was halfway inside her passage. Neko grabbed my arm and I stopped momentarily, not knowing what she intended, but I had misinterpreted her intent, for she bucked against my palm, trying to get more of my digit inside her. How could I deny her at a time like this? I pushed a bit more in, then withdrew almost to the point of exiting entirely before sending it barreling right back in. Ye gods she was tight, her muscles squeezing around my finger as if they didn't want to let it go. I pumped my finger in and out, slowly gaining speed, all the while working my mouth around her breasts, alternating between the two every few moments (my other hand had been relieved of this duty in favor of holding her down for stability purposes). Neko's eyes were closed tightly, mouth open, panting in time to the pistoning action of my finger, moaning each time I swirled my tongue around a nipple, gasping when my finger bottomed out inside of her. It was without a doubt the hottest scene I had ever witnessed, all the moreso knowing that I was the cause of it all, that I was the reason it was taking place, and I almost wished I had videotaped it so as to recreate the powerful experience later. I varied the pace a bit, fingering her quickly sometimes and agonizingly slow at others, increasing her immense pleasure from the unpredictability of my actions.

I could tell she was getting close. Her inner walls started squeezing my finger more tightly than before, and at a much more rapid pace. I in turn started speeding up, pistoning my digit faster, harder, deeper inside her ungodly tight sex, her slick fluids lubricating the area and allowing for quicker movement. She started panting harder and harder, her moans turning into silent gasps as her chest rose up and down so quickly that I abandoned my treatment of her breasts and raised my head up to eye level with her once again. I could tell she was just on the brink of orgasm, her body feeling like a dam was building up inside of her, a dam about to burst with the force of Niagara Falls behind it.

"Neko," I whispered. Her large eyes shot wide open and stared dirctly at mine. I kept pumping. She was almost there, almost at the breaking point, so close...

"I love you," I whispered again. I locked lips with her, rubbed my thumb against that nub of flesh one last time, and she came. I could feel her walls flex around my finger almost impossibly rapidly as a warm gush of fluid leaked onto my hand, her back arching and her toes curling as she brought a paw to her own breast to prolong the feeling, the other paw pressing our heads closer together, all the while moaning unintelligible murmurs into my mouth as we shared our most intense kiss yet.

/JUSTTYN!/ she mentally projected, writhing on the ground as she experienced her first ever orgasm. It was the very definition of beauty, of wonder, of completeness. Her satisfaction was my own, and I couldn't have been happier.

Just as I suspected she was starting to come down from her orgasmic bliss, she started glowing white beneath me. I was shocked, to say the least, and my finger slowed down and reluctantly left her passage as I broke off the kiss, staring at her with a confused look on my face. Her own face reflected mine, and I guessed that she didn't know what was happening any more than I did. Within a span of about five seconds, the light emanating from her became blinding, forcing me to close my eyes and hope beyond hope that nothing was going wrong. Mere seconds later, the light died down and I realized just what had happened.

Laying underneath me was a lucario.Chapter End Notes:I promised sex in this chapter, and I delivered. I hope. A bit longer than my previous chapters, that's for sure, and it took a lot longer to write than I expected it to as well.

Regardless, this is my first time writing a lemon, and I'm not entirely sure I got the pacing perfected yet (too wordy vs wham-bam-yiff-thankyouverymuch, dialog/description ratio, etc) so constructive criticism is highly appreciated.

Side note: my capitalization of Pokemons' names is somewhat arbitrary. I try to capitalize them when that is their actual name (as in "I choose you Pikachu") but not when simply referring to a single of the species (as in "I chose a pikachu"). Hope this clears up any confusion. The last line looks odd to me too, without the L in lucario capitalized, but I wanted to stay consistent.

As always, thanks for reading