Zapped By Cupid's Arrow
Zapped by Cupid's Arrow
Electricity whispered all around him, a steady thrumming humm that sent illicit shivers quivering across
his fur-enshrouded skin. The air was heavy with ozone, an eloquent scent that stung the backs of the Jolteon's
nostrils. Slowly, he crept through the power-plant's shadow-shrouded corridors, his spiky fur tingling deliciously
as he brushed along one of the thick, singing electrical cables, feeling it pulse like a colossal vein against his
flesh.
Already, electrical exhilaration was fuelling his heartbeat, coaxing it to a rapid pace as he followed the
faint traces of his lover's scent through the countless bends and turns of this maze-like building, as he'd been
doing ever since the sun outside began it's phoenix plunge into the horizon.
His breath stalled in his throat when his gaze finally fell upon her magnificence, what little tail he had
beginning to wag behind him in a mildly-embarrassing display of enthusiasm as he quickly approached the spiky
yellow female that stood awaiting him.
"I was worrying you wouldn't show up.", Sterra said, her feathers fluffing up along her back as her
avian face creased in a light smile, "I don't like being stood up, you know."
The insides of Brightbolt's ears flushed as hot as a fire-type's breath as he leaned forward, and gave the
Zapdos' cheek a little nuzzle, his shockingly-pink tongue slipping out to give her a swift lick, "And miss out on a
date with -the- most magnificent electric 'mon in existence? How could I possibly ever be so foolish, hrrrm?".
His voice hrrumbled deeply from his chest as he leaned forward to rub his cheek against hers, coaxing a soft
'coo' from Sterra, who lifted her head slightly to run her needle-like beak through Brightbolt's pearlescent-white
crest, watching the light of the overhead fluorescents gleam off of the individual hairs.
Brightbolt's shivered slightly as he pressed his snout against Sterra's throat, his tongue darting out to
mat down the feathers there, feeling her heartbeat rise, her breath flowing through the fur on the top of his head
with each exhalation. Slowly, he ran his tongue down Sterra's chest and belly, sinking through his forepaws as
he worked his way ever closer to the valley of the Zapdos' sex, until her scent burned it's way through his
nostrils with every breath...and soon his tongue touched the very top of her slit, coaxing the feathers aside with a
gentle touch of his pink muscle to taste the light sheen of lubrication.
A soft gasp escaped Sterra's beak as she leaned over him, bright yellow feathers meeting similarly-
colored fur with the light crackle and snap of static electricity, microscopic pale blue arcs that send tingles
straight down into her lower belly. Leaning to the side a little, pressing her tail forward to enjoy the
shudderingly-warm sensation of Brightbolt's talented, if amateuristic tongue, she slipped her beak beneath the
Jolteon's belly, gazing out to find that he required no aid to arousal of any kind. His slim, pink, spike-like length
already jutted out from his sheath like an extended stiletto. Stepping back a little, she slipped away from
Brightbolt's exquisite tongue, and instead moved to press her flank against the Jolteon's, fur and feathers mingling
as she rubbed her cheek against Brightbolt's before lowering her beak, and slipping it between his forelegs.
She could feel the Jolteon shudder above her as she began crawling under him, forcing him on tippy-
paws as she found herself a nice, comfortable spot in the hollow of his belly, her wingshoulders pressed to his
chest and the top of her head pressed against his chin. With a soft giggle, she could feel his erection pressing into her
spine, drooling a warm, viscous fluid across her back. Slowly, she pushed forward, her shoulders pressing into
the backs of Brightbolt's forepaws until he got the idea and lifted them, mounting her body and clasping her
chest and wings with his forelegs, all the while teased by tiny trickles of electrical current that passed back and
forth between them in short snaps.
Brightbolt could feel Sterra's tailfeathers pressing up against his lower belly, quivering slightly as he
pushed his hips forward a little, seeking until the tip of his spike-like maleness lodged itself between the folds of
her warm, slick sex. Inhaling deeply, he hrrrumbled, "Ready?", waiting patiently for the Zapdos' nod of assent,
but not a fraction of a second longer. Before Sterra's head completed it's motion, he pushed his hips forward, his
pink arousal plunging into Sterra's warm, welcoming valley with a smoothness incomparable, her clenching
muscles forming a tight, eager glove around his maleness as he began pumping, tension rippling through his hips as
he settled into a steadily-speeding rhythm, coaxing a soft gasp from the Zapdos' beak.
With a soft growl, he grasped the back of Sterra's spiky-feathered neck, speeding his thrusts still more
as electrical currents began building in his muscles and his fur, small electrical arcs dancing between his spikes
and among Sterra's feathers, her own currents obviously building as he pistoned his maleness deeply into her
willing depths. A soft rasp developed in his breath as he dabbed his tongue across the back of Sterra's trapped
neck, his teeth sinking into her voluminous neckruff as a soft moan escaped the Zapdos' body, the air growing
pregnant with the heavy scents of sex and ozone, the acitinic blue bolts of electrical currents intensifying with
every thrust of Brightbolt's hips.
Brightbolt's ears filled with the thunderous roar of his heartbeat, bright electrical energy pouring around
him and Sterra in a strobing kaleidoscope of bright blue, pulsing yellows and eye-searingly bright whites, a
storm that discharged it's pure electron fury into the thick metal walls and ceiling. The Jolteon felt like his maleness was
rhythmically enveloped in searingly-hot flesh as lightning blasted through their shared genitals, his thrusts
rapidly growing erratic, more feral, more vicious, until with a howl that would've brought the walls down had
they not been steel, he exploded into her deeper channels, flooding her with a seemingly-endless flood of canine
fluids as his knot formed within her body and they collapsed to the floor together, bound together by the swelling
in the base of his maleness.
The walls pinged and clicked as they glowed a ruddy pink, radiating the sheer heat they accumulated
into the room while warping and bending due to thermal stress, the sheer electrical passion having twisted the
floor a good six feet around the two pokemon. Breathing rapidly, he looked about himself, finding himself being
stared at by no less than a dozen eyes, all moving independently from each other. "Hon,", he murred, "this may
be a very romantic spot you picked, but you really ought to take care of these peeping toms."
Languidly opening one eye, Sterra glanced around the room, where a fair flock of Magnemites had
gathered, attracted to the two lover's passions. A small avian smile settled around her features as she sleepily
chirped, "Don't knock it 'till you try it, sweet. There are some rather interesting tricks you can do with those."
The End
Ambia, your lovable Mareep.
Electricity whispered all around him, a steady thrumming humm that sent illicit shivers quivering across
his fur-enshrouded skin. The air was heavy with ozone, an eloquent scent that stung the backs of the Jolteon's
nostrils. Slowly, he crept through the power-plant's shadow-shrouded corridors, his spiky fur tingling deliciously
as he brushed along one of the thick, singing electrical cables, feeling it pulse like a colossal vein against his
flesh.
Already, electrical exhilaration was fuelling his heartbeat, coaxing it to a rapid pace as he followed the
faint traces of his lover's scent through the countless bends and turns of this maze-like building, as he'd been
doing ever since the sun outside began it's phoenix plunge into the horizon.
His breath stalled in his throat when his gaze finally fell upon her magnificence, what little tail he had
beginning to wag behind him in a mildly-embarrassing display of enthusiasm as he quickly approached the spiky
yellow female that stood awaiting him.
"I was worrying you wouldn't show up.", Sterra said, her feathers fluffing up along her back as her
avian face creased in a light smile, "I don't like being stood up, you know."
The insides of Brightbolt's ears flushed as hot as a fire-type's breath as he leaned forward, and gave the
Zapdos' cheek a little nuzzle, his shockingly-pink tongue slipping out to give her a swift lick, "And miss out on a
date with -the- most magnificent electric 'mon in existence? How could I possibly ever be so foolish, hrrrm?".
His voice hrrumbled deeply from his chest as he leaned forward to rub his cheek against hers, coaxing a soft
'coo' from Sterra, who lifted her head slightly to run her needle-like beak through Brightbolt's pearlescent-white
crest, watching the light of the overhead fluorescents gleam off of the individual hairs.
Brightbolt's shivered slightly as he pressed his snout against Sterra's throat, his tongue darting out to
mat down the feathers there, feeling her heartbeat rise, her breath flowing through the fur on the top of his head
with each exhalation. Slowly, he ran his tongue down Sterra's chest and belly, sinking through his forepaws as
he worked his way ever closer to the valley of the Zapdos' sex, until her scent burned it's way through his
nostrils with every breath...and soon his tongue touched the very top of her slit, coaxing the feathers aside with a
gentle touch of his pink muscle to taste the light sheen of lubrication.
A soft gasp escaped Sterra's beak as she leaned over him, bright yellow feathers meeting similarly-
colored fur with the light crackle and snap of static electricity, microscopic pale blue arcs that send tingles
straight down into her lower belly. Leaning to the side a little, pressing her tail forward to enjoy the
shudderingly-warm sensation of Brightbolt's talented, if amateuristic tongue, she slipped her beak beneath the
Jolteon's belly, gazing out to find that he required no aid to arousal of any kind. His slim, pink, spike-like length
already jutted out from his sheath like an extended stiletto. Stepping back a little, she slipped away from
Brightbolt's exquisite tongue, and instead moved to press her flank against the Jolteon's, fur and feathers mingling
as she rubbed her cheek against Brightbolt's before lowering her beak, and slipping it between his forelegs.
She could feel the Jolteon shudder above her as she began crawling under him, forcing him on tippy-
paws as she found herself a nice, comfortable spot in the hollow of his belly, her wingshoulders pressed to his
chest and the top of her head pressed against his chin. With a soft giggle, she could feel his erection pressing into her
spine, drooling a warm, viscous fluid across her back. Slowly, she pushed forward, her shoulders pressing into
the backs of Brightbolt's forepaws until he got the idea and lifted them, mounting her body and clasping her
chest and wings with his forelegs, all the while teased by tiny trickles of electrical current that passed back and
forth between them in short snaps.
Brightbolt could feel Sterra's tailfeathers pressing up against his lower belly, quivering slightly as he
pushed his hips forward a little, seeking until the tip of his spike-like maleness lodged itself between the folds of
her warm, slick sex. Inhaling deeply, he hrrrumbled, "Ready?", waiting patiently for the Zapdos' nod of assent,
but not a fraction of a second longer. Before Sterra's head completed it's motion, he pushed his hips forward, his
pink arousal plunging into Sterra's warm, welcoming valley with a smoothness incomparable, her clenching
muscles forming a tight, eager glove around his maleness as he began pumping, tension rippling through his hips as
he settled into a steadily-speeding rhythm, coaxing a soft gasp from the Zapdos' beak.
With a soft growl, he grasped the back of Sterra's spiky-feathered neck, speeding his thrusts still more
as electrical currents began building in his muscles and his fur, small electrical arcs dancing between his spikes
and among Sterra's feathers, her own currents obviously building as he pistoned his maleness deeply into her
willing depths. A soft rasp developed in his breath as he dabbed his tongue across the back of Sterra's trapped
neck, his teeth sinking into her voluminous neckruff as a soft moan escaped the Zapdos' body, the air growing
pregnant with the heavy scents of sex and ozone, the acitinic blue bolts of electrical currents intensifying with
every thrust of Brightbolt's hips.
Brightbolt's ears filled with the thunderous roar of his heartbeat, bright electrical energy pouring around
him and Sterra in a strobing kaleidoscope of bright blue, pulsing yellows and eye-searingly bright whites, a
storm that discharged it's pure electron fury into the thick metal walls and ceiling. The Jolteon felt like his maleness was
rhythmically enveloped in searingly-hot flesh as lightning blasted through their shared genitals, his thrusts
rapidly growing erratic, more feral, more vicious, until with a howl that would've brought the walls down had
they not been steel, he exploded into her deeper channels, flooding her with a seemingly-endless flood of canine
fluids as his knot formed within her body and they collapsed to the floor together, bound together by the swelling
in the base of his maleness.
The walls pinged and clicked as they glowed a ruddy pink, radiating the sheer heat they accumulated
into the room while warping and bending due to thermal stress, the sheer electrical passion having twisted the
floor a good six feet around the two pokemon. Breathing rapidly, he looked about himself, finding himself being
stared at by no less than a dozen eyes, all moving independently from each other. "Hon,", he murred, "this may
be a very romantic spot you picked, but you really ought to take care of these peeping toms."
Languidly opening one eye, Sterra glanced around the room, where a fair flock of Magnemites had
gathered, attracted to the two lover's passions. A small avian smile settled around her features as she sleepily
chirped, "Don't knock it 'till you try it, sweet. There are some rather interesting tricks you can do with those."
The End
Ambia, your lovable Mareep.