Awkward Situation
by Havoc

I didn't begin to feel lonely until about the third or fourth month. That was when I really started to miss him. I've always considered myself a strong individual, but being used to having a companion and then having to adjust to being by myself rather abruptly would be hard on anyone. Oh, I was never actually alone; staying with the professor means that there are tons of other pokémon around to keep me company. But they're not the same as him. We had a special relationship, and I missed it.

You're probably wondering what I'm on about, aren't you? I should explain a little. I'm a Nidoqueen who is staying with a pokémon researcher for the time being. And the person who I've been referring to...he's my trainer. I know what your next question will be. If he's your trainer, you'll ask, then why aren't you with him?

I'm not exactly sure why he left me here, and I don't question it. I know he has his reasons. He told me that he would be going away to another place, far away, and he wouldn't be able to take me with him. So he left me at home, in the care of the man who gave him his very first pokémon, so that I would be well cared for until he returned. I was alright when he left at first, because I knew he would be back. I never thought about the possibility that it would be a very long time before he returned.

My trainer and I were very good friends. We traveled around the country together, battling other trainers, fighting wild pokémon, and seeing what the world had to offer. Along the way, well, we became a little more than just friends. I can see the look on your face now. You're disgusted, horrified, and you can't figure out why we would do such a thing. Well, I don't care. He didn't force me, I didn't force him, and we both enjoyed it. Many times.

I could tell he was sad to leave me, but the professor assured him that he would allow no harm to come to me and that I would be waiting for him in one piece when he got back. So we said our goodbyes, after one last hurrah when the professor wasn't around, and parted.

The professor was very kind to me while my trainer was away. I began to help him around the lab, at least as much as one of my size can. It came down mostly to heavy lifting and the like. I would also gather berries from the forests outside of the town which was home to him and his research center. There were many rare varieties of berry to be found there, most of which I had never heard of before coming to live with the professor. The professor's wife would make delicious jams, jellies, and pastries from the berries, and the other pokémon which were in his care enjoyed them as well.

One day, finally, the professor came to me with the news that I'd been wanting for so long. My trainer had come back. I ran out of the lab as fast as my heavy body would allow. I saw him out in front of the building, talking with the professor's wife and son and laughing. It had been one, no, two years since I'd seen him last. I rushed up to him and gave him the biggest hug I could manage without hurting him. I was overjoyed. It was quite possibly the happiest moment of my life. But something happened that kept the moment from being perfect.

He was stiff in my arms, not hugging back. I put him down, looking for any signs as to what was wrong. His face looked uncomfortable, as though he did not really want to see me. Something was holding him back.

And then I saw her. The pokémon that was standing next to him. It was a type that I had never seen before. She walked on four legs like a dog, with white fur, a strange tail and piercing, red eyes. The professor later mentioned that she was a species from the far-off region that my trainer had been in, called Absol. When she looked at me, I could see it in her eyes, and in his eyes when he looked at her.

She had taken my place. While my trainer had been away, she had become to him what I had once been.

I was inconsolable for the next few days, and nobody except me and him knew why. The professor tried to cheer me up without really knowing what was wrong, but he could do nothing for me. The human who I had come to think of as my lover had strayed when I wasn't there. I'd lost him without even having a chance to hold on.

A few days after he came home, my trainer tried to explain to me what had happened. He'd captured the Absol about four months after he had left me with the professor. They'd begun to train together, and had grown close, much the same way that we had. He'd tried to stay faithful to me, but after a while he'd been unable to suppress his physical desires and had become intimate with the Absol.

On a certain level, I believed I could understand what had happened. There had been times while I was staying with the professor that I had thought about approaching one of his male pokémon. But on another level, there was the knowledge that I had not broken the promise that I had made to myself to wait for him. I knew that it wasn't fair that I should have suffered being lonely for so long while he had been off carrying on wherever he had been. To discover that he had been having a relationship with another female was more painful than the loneliest of nights that I had endured.

What made it ten times worse was talking with his new mate. I found that we were not unlike one another; in fact we were almost exactly the same. It struck me that that was probably the reason he had broken down. The Absol was actually shocked when she learned what my history with him had been. I think that she found the idea of a human mating with a pokémon to be just as odd as I had when we had first started out. That our trainer had a history of it was something she had actually never thought about.

She seemed to feel sorry for me. I think she understood how I felt, that I felt like I had been betrayed. But she refused to entertain the notion of allowing me to be with him. He was her mate now, plain and simple, and no matter what had happened in the past. It was infuriating. We probably could have been friends under different circumstances, but I could regard her with little more than coldness now. Knowingly or not, she had taken my mate from me.

I tried to spend as much time with my trainer as I could, especially when that Absol wasn't around. He still wanted to be around me, I could tell, but it was just so awkward now. We could barely look at each other, and it seemed to always be with a certain amount of relief that we took our leave of one another. I was growing tired of it. I wanted things to go back to the way they had been before.

My trainer had planned to spend a few days at home before departing to return to his training. During that period of time, he was around the lab helping the professor with his research. I decided that I would use that time to look for an opportunity to try to regain what I had lost.

The perfect chance came the day before he was scheduled to leave. The professor's wife had asked me to go off to the forest to gather some berries for her. Since my trainer wasn't otherwise occupied with the professor, she suggested that he go with me. He reluctantly agreed. I was a little disheartened to hear the tone of his voice, but no matter. What I had planned would soon take care of that. As the professor's wife handed me her basket, I offered an alluring smile to him. He managed what I'm sure was meant to be a friendly expression, but it kind of turned into a sort of grimace. Oh well...

We walked together to the forest, and I showed him where the best berry trees were. He wasn't experienced with harvesting fruit, so I took his hands in my paws and demonstrated the proper technique, to twist the fruit rather than pull it so as to avoid tearing or bruising the flesh. The feel of his hand in mine reminded me of our first time. We were both nervous, both scared, trying to understand why we felt that way. It had been in a place not unlike this, off the beaten path, but not so far off the beaten path that we weren't terrified that someone might catch us. I remembered the first few tentative touches, slowly progressing into more as we grew more accustomed to one another. The clumsy fumbling for a position that wouldn't result in my weight crushing him. Our surprised joy at how wonderful it was.

He cleared his throat, startling me out of my nostalgic moment. I realized that I had been holding his hand for nearly five minutes. Quickly, I let him go, not wanting to make him too uncomfortable. I did have a goal in mind, after all.

We continued harvesting fruit for several hours. I drew it out as long as possible, accepting only the choicest fruits from their branches. When we had filled the basket, we took a rest against the trunk of a towering evergreen tree. The silence of the forest was relaxing, and he seemed as though he might have fallen asleep, had it not been for the growling in his stomach. Taking my cue, I reached into the basket and fished out a plump Custap berry, peeling it deftly with a flick of my claws. He gratefully accepted the fruit and bit into it, mumbling his approval of the flavor around a large mouthful. I laughed as a dribble of juice leaked out of the corner of his mouth, flicking it away with my finger. He swallowed and laughed as well. I was happy. I hadn't had a day like this since he had left me to journey in new places.

While we both ate some of the berries we had gathered, he began to tell me stories of the things he had experienced while he was off in that far-away place. I learned of a town that floated on the backs of pokémon colonies in the sea, of a city inside a volcano, and of a village which was suspended in the trees. He told me about all manner of strange pokémon which I would not have imagined could ever have existed. He recounted a fierce battle he had witnessed between a feline pokémon and a massive, serpent-like pokémon on the banks of a small lake. It all sounded so fascinating and exciting, and I longed to have been with him to see everything that he had seen on his travels. The time we were spending together had become so pleasant that I almost forgot about that Absol...

Before I knew it, my trainer was drawing my attention to the sky. I was surprised to see that nighttime was slowly drawing close; the clouds had become tinged with orange as the sun was setting. He suggested that we should start heading back to the professor's place before it got too dark. But I was not ready to go home just yet.

I leaned in close to him and allowed my breath to drift softly against his ear. I knew it would drive him crazy. It always had when we were still together. He took in a sharp breath and looked at me, his eyes wide. I looked back into his eyes, those beautiful eyes which had held my heart captive for so long. He opened his mouth, perhaps to offer a word of protest, but I did not give him the chance for that. I put my lips to his and kissed him, putting all of my memories of our past into it. He put a hand to my shoulder, trying to push me away, but I held on, insistent. As I pulled my head back from the kiss, I murmured seductively in the back of my throat. I could see a flash of arousal in his gaze as he heard it.

Now that his mouth was his again, he told me that he knew what I was trying to do. He again apologized, from the bottom of his heart, for what he had done, but said that he had a new mate now. I ignored his words and instead placed my paws on his chest, rubbing gently. His voice caught in his throat, and I could see the muscles in his jaw trembling as he fought to keep a hold of himself. I made a move to remove his shirt, but he brought his hands to my arms and held them, stopping me. Instead of ceasing my actions, I kissed him again. After a moment, I felt his tongue probing at my lips, and they gladly parted to allow him entry. I tried removing his shirt again, and this time he did not try to prevent me. I pushed him back, making him recline on the grassy forest floor, and set to work removing his bothersome pants. When he declined to make any sort of protest, I knew that I had him.

His pants and underwear gone, I was, finally, again gazing at my lover completely nude, just as I always was and just the way that I wanted him. He was aroused, his penis swollen to its full length. I brought my paw to it, and his body shivered as I touched him. I began to stroke him, remembering exactly how he liked it: starting at the base, quickly moving my grip up, and then a slow rotation at the top before gradually moving back down. The silence of the forest was soon disrupted by his moans as I worked his member. Seeing his pleasure, I reached back to tease my cunt, which was growing damp with my own arousal. I wanted to do everything to him, and him to do the same to me.

I opened my mouth and lowered my head, engulfing his cock. He gasped and brought a hand to the back of my head, recalling exactly where to place it in order to avoid the poison-tipped spikes which grew there. We knew each other's bodies so well. I worked my mouth over his penis, running my tongue along the underside of the tip. I knew it would bring him off quickly, and I was thirsty for his essence. I was not to be disappointed. After scarcely a minute of this, he pressed down hard and forced me all the way down on his member, so that my nose was against his stomach. He began to twitch inside my mouth, and I felt his semen squirting against the back of my throat. I swallowed greedily, loving the familiar salty-bitter flavor.

His orgasm over, I rose and licked my lips. He was breathing heavily, his penis slowly becoming flaccid as he came down from the intense feelings I knew had to be surging through his body. But, oh no, I was not finished with him, not by a long shot. Now it was my turn. I sat against the tree trunk, splaying my legs and hooking a finger, beckoning him to me. As though in a trance, he got on his knees and crawled towards me. He knew exactly what I wanted, as though it wasn't already obvious. His hands came to my nether lips, and I sighed throatily as he began to finger my swollen sex. It was better than I remembered. He really did have a way with his hands. Before long, he removed his hands and brought his head between my legs. I held my breath until I felt the first gentle caress of his tongue against my pussy, at which point I let loose a loud cry of pleasure. His tongue alternated between lapping at my sex and swirling over my clitoris. It was something he'd had a lot of practice with, and had become a master at. I could feel myself slowly building to what was sure to be an earth-shattering climax.

Before I arrived, however, he stopped his tongue work and slid up my body. I looked into his eyes inquisitively, before I felt his cock, rock-hard once again, pulsing against my belly. His recovery time was quicker than I recalled. Not that there was anything at all wrong with that. He put his mouth to my soft chest plates, dragging his tongue sensuously over them. I giggled from the tickling sensation and lovingly teased his hair. We locked eyes, and he reached down, gripping himself and easing the tip of his erection into my waiting sex. I breathed in, the air hissing between my clenched teeth, as his penis slid into my vagina.

I had missed this feeling so much. It was the sensation of being whole, of having a part of you that was missing something being completely filled. I looked at his face. Males. They were so cute when they were in the midst of sexual pleasure. His eyes were shut, and his mouth was slightly open as he gasped for breath. I put a paw underneath his chin and raised it, bringing my lips to his and kissing him deeply. He had never not been mine. He had only forgotten for a time.

He began to move inside me. His cock slid out to the very entrance of my sex, almost slipping out, before he slid back in again. I moaned softly with each thrust, my mind taking me back to every time we had ever made love. His hips pressed against mine each time he pushed into me, and I rocked back against him. The pleasure increased for both of us as we increased our tempo, going faster every second. He moved his mouth to my shoulder, biting hard at the tough flesh that was there. The soft pain accentuated the ecstasy that I was feeling, and I clutched him tightly to my chest.

He thrust harder and harder into me. The motions were producing a delightfully sinful noise, like when one presses one's hand into a patch of mud. I could not bear it anymore. I let my body go, and a powerful orgasm rocketed up and down my spine. I felt my vagina squeeze his cock, milking every ounce of pleasure that I could.

My lover groaned into my shoulder, and he brought his head up to kiss me passionately as he reached his peak. His penis slammed into me to the hilt one final time as his seed began pulsing into the depths of my womb. We thrashed against each other in the throes of sexual bliss until both of us were completely drained.

In the afterglow of our lovemaking, he rolled off of me, his penis sliding out of my body with a wet pop. We lay beside one another, our chests heaving with exhaustion. I looked at his face, and saw only the purest of expressions of happiness there, with not one iota of regret.

After a time, he shakily made his way to his feet and put his clothes back on. I gathered the fruit basket up in my arms. We began the walk back to the professor's laboratory, as the sky completed its change from dusk to the dark of night. My mate would be leaving again in the morning. Only this time, I knew, it would not be me who was left behind.Chapter End Notes:Not much to say here. I just felt like writing a light story after the heavy ones that I've been uploading recently. I enjoyed trying a new writing style, and I'd like to know what you all think of it.

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