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"So this is where you wanted to go for the big, romantic weekend?" Ren asked as she pulled herself out of the car. She pushed her dark red hair out of her face and looked over the cabin, "I mean, it's quaint and cute." Ian had gotten to know her well enough over the last few months to know that was a pretty high compliment. He smiled as he leaned against the car, looking over at her. The way the sunlight danced over her dark skin. Exotic eyes looking over the cabin for a moment more before turning her attention to him. Her nose wrinkled ever so slightly in confusion, "What are you staring at?"

He smirked, "Just the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

She pulled a face, but he caught that slight blush as she looked away, "You're a hopeless flirt, you know that?" A sigh, she straightened her jacket, and rolled shoulders. "Alright, you've got me up here. Might as well get the stuff out of the car. Are the doors unlocked or do we have to ask one of the local creatures for a spare?"

Ian held up the key and jingled it, "The Ranger gave me a key when we stopped at the station." He held up a notepad, "And a few things we need to take care of when we get here."

Ren held her hand out, "I'll get the stuff in, you do the manly grunt work." She caught the key mid-toss, "Look out for any scolipedes or Weavels when you're doing whatever you need to do. Last thing we need is a weekend trip to the Center because you got stung." She grabbed a bag from the back of the car and slung it over her shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't scream if you see a Ratata or Pikachu scurry through the room." Ren flipped him off and sauntered up to the cabin. Ian took a long moment to stare at the jeans that were clinging to her body. A warm, "Mm," of appreciation burst out as he took the list and went around the cabin.

It was going to be a nice weekend. No Pokémon, no work, no nothing but simple nature and unwinding with his girlfriend. He and Ren had been dating for a few months now. What a few months it had been. She'd been a little strange at first, but he'd found out that was just how she was. It was endearing in a strange way. They'd met on a hike. He liked to take them a couple times a week. Get away from work, from the main parts of the city, and just explore. Relax as he wandered through the woods. Wild Pokémon would generally leave you alone, so long as you didn't bother them.

They'd bumped into each other on a hike just randomly. Him taking the trail, her wandering out of the woods. Some chatter, a little laughter, and then they parted ways at one of the forks. Next hike, something similar. Bumping into her at a different part of the trail. Nothing for a couple days, then they happened to be starting the hike at the same time.

That's when he'd asked her out for dinner. She seemed confused by it at first. Then accepted. Hikes, dinner, the odd trip to the theater. Though she seemed to enjoy coming back to his place more. The odd make out session, some foreplay, but never anything beyond that. She was great at giving him head, and seemed to love it, but hadn't gotten more intimate.

Ian breathed out a sigh as he finished doing all that the Ranger had told him to take care of from the outside. Ren looked up as he walked in."Two bedrooms?" she mused quietly.

"Just in case you wanted a little space. I know how you like your privacy." He wasn't going to push if she didn't feel safe. Ren watched as he went into the kitchen. "Should be some food here," a check of the cabinets, "Good. Though I did pack up a few things too." Next was running the water a little bit to run out any gunk that was in the pipes.

She hummed quietly as he went through the kitchen. "I went ahead and put our bags both in the same room." That made his heart skip a beat. Ren caught his look and smiled, "Figured we might have worked up to that by now. So," she clapped her hands on the kitchen island. "What's the plan?"

"A nap, since I did all the driving." That got a mocking noise from Ren, her head bobbing back and forth. "Hey, I would offer to let you drive if you had a license. My insurance won't cover it otherwise." She made a dismissive noise and waved her hand at him. "Just an hour, then we can take a hike around the area." He came around the kitchen island and reached for her. Ren met him halfway, arms around his body as his eased over her sides and down her hips. "Come back, start a fire in the fireplace," they began to sway slowly together, "have a romantic dinner, maybe watch a movie." He leaned in to kiss her.

"What about the snow?"

Her question made him pause, "The what now?"

Ren's tone was ever so slightly hesitant, "The snow." Her head tilted, "Big storm that's rolling in. Supposed to be kinda big, fairly deep, but the Ranger said we'd be out by the time the weekend's over? Weren't you listening?"

Ian began to shake his head, brow for rowing. He didn't quite remember, but... "Oh yeah, I must have missed that. You were bending over and looking at the snacks."

She pulled a look of mock surprise. "Me? Distract you? Well, it wouldn't be so distracting if you didn't just gawk at it like some horny teen." There was that smile and glint in her eyes as she teased him. All playful fun, part of the game between them. "You should have been listening a little closer to what he was saying. If we get snowed in here, it's gonna be your fault."

"My fault?" he rounded the counter and came up to her. They were about even in height, but she was ever so slightly taller. "Who is the one that was looking at the poffins they had? Just had to get in your little choco berri poffins."

A finger jabbed his chest, but before they could continue the mock fight, he took her hand and kissed it, "I am really, really tired, Babe. Give me an hour?"

She paused and smiled, "Alright, one hour. I'll wander about the cabin and see what we've got."

An hour nap, a short hike through the area, and they retreated just in time to watch the first fat snowflakes begin to fall. Dinner was had, a fire lit, and they settled on the couch by the TV with some episodes of Smeargle Sketchbook. A strange little drama about an artistic Pokémon trying to communicate with their trainers through art. Ian didn't fully get it, but Ren seemed to love it. Even though she didn't pay attention to it half the time.

He was stretched out on the couch, head rolled back. Ren tucked against his side, head on his chest, and one hand right down the front of his pants. Her soft fingers slid up and down his cock slowly, openly jerking him off in the living room. He breathed out a soft huff as her fingers teased around his foreskin. Easing the flesh back to expose his tip. Thumb oh so gently pressing to his helmet, easing back and forth in a slow wipe. Ian moaned, a drop of precum appearing to be swept over his flesh.

Ian's eyes narrowed ever so slightly as she shifted, stretching out on the couch beside him. "Can we change the channel?" he mused.

"Sure," came her breathy reply. "Then I'll just stop and start watching whatever you pick." Lucius lips brushed his tip. A quick kiss that made his flesh jump in eager need. "I like the music, it's relaxing." It was pretty relaxing, and the cadence that the dialog was set to almost seemed purposefully set to match it. The way the actors spoke, moved, everything seemed to be set alongside the softly dramatic score. Some artistic producer was probably wrecking their arm, patting themselves on the back for that.

Not that he cared too much. Especially as Ren casually slid her mouth over his erect cock. Ian stiffened with a sharp intake of breath, then relaxed. Her tongue pressed to his hard flesh and rolled. Easing him against lips, teeth, then further into her mouth. His eyes shut as he felt her work her head lower with soft suckling noises. Light slurps and gentle gasps came from his girlfriend as she worked herself further and further down his cock. Not stopping until she had every last inch in her mouth.

There's something odd, a part of his mind whispered. Not odd with how it felt right now. Ren gave him some amazing blowjobs. She was so attentive, tongue wrapping around his shaft and cradling him in ways that no other woman had. She took him right down to the root. He wasn't huge, but he wasn't small either. Sure, he might fudge the truth when asked, but honestly? He was above average in length and girth. Yet she handled it like a champ. Not even gagging as his tip plunged right down her throat.

Except it didn't feel like her throat. It felt like the back of her mouth. The way her tongue rolled against his tip and lashed over his base. Something about it twigged his brain. Told him that something was off. Not that his penis cared. It was just happy to be getting attention. Has to be some technique, no two people are the same with how they do things.

His hand found its way into her hair. Combing through the thick, glorious mane. He scratched and rubbed with the tips of his fingers. Drawing a soft moan from his partner as she bobbed her head faster. Gulping wetly about his base before pulling back. Fingers danced and rolled over his balls, bouncing them, playing with them, coaxing him to give her dessert.

A blowjob was about as far as they ever went. Yet tonight, he had hopes, thoughts, that there was going to be far more. The mere thought of that made his length surge. Spilling precum that was happily lapped up. Ren pulled back, lips popping off his cock. "Come on, Baby, give it to me." There was a needy edge to her voice that sent shivers up his spine. She shifted her grip to his shaft and began to pump it. "I need it," she almost whined before closing her lips about his tip. Lashing it with her tongue, teeth grazing his flesh ever so lightly.

No way he could begin to resist that.

Ian wound his fingers through her hair and pushed up. Groaning as his cock leapt inside her mouth. Ren immediately moved her hand to his balls. Juggling them with deft fingers as she drove her head down before he'd even finished the first twitch. Low, pleased noises came from his partner as she rubbed her nose into his lap. Tongue cupping his cock and guiding it so deep as he came. Thick, rich cum pouring into her mouth and down her throat with long, happy gulps.

He all but collapsed into the couch as she milked him with that skilled tongue of hers. Slick, eager muscle ground against his cock and coaxed his seed right down her throat. Oh she was good, was always the best. Something about the way she sucked him was both skilled and wildly feral at the same time. It set his nerves on edge in the best way possible.

Only when she'd drained every last drop he had, did she pull back. Licking her lips with a smug look. "You always taste so good." Ren breathed the compliment as she lay her head on his chest. She took a slow breath and released it in a contented noise.

Ian breathed a laugh and let his fingers tap their way down her back. "And when do I get to taste you."

She shifted and hummed, "Soon. If you behave." A slight shift, "It's really coming down out there."

Thus distracted, he turned to look out the window. Even without exterior lights, he could see the flurry of snow. Thick, white sheets of fluffy crystals floated past the window. He craned his head and whistled, "Yeah, it's gonna bury us here, huh? You said the Ranger believed we'd be out before long?"

"Mmm," she breathed, "said he'd run the plow past Sunday if it hadn't melted." A sigh and languid stretch, "Means we've got all weekend to just enjoy." Ren turned the stretch into a stand. Calmly peeling her top off as she walked towards the bedroom. "Might turn in for tonight," there was a decidedly flirty tone to her voice as her sweater hit the floor. "Make sure to turn the TV off!"

He fumbled with the remote and wondered if he should bank the fire or something. "Should be safe," he muttered to himself and double checked to make sure the doors were in place. Didn't want a log rolling out overnight. Then he rushed to the bedroom, shedding his clothes as he went.

Ren was under the covers by the time he got there. Her clothes, all of them, making a trail to the covers. Just the very top of her head poking out. A wild, blaze of red against the soft gray covers. Ian stripped down and all but dove under the covers as well. She greeted him with a giggle and a light touch, then a yawn. "More tired than I thought," she mused. "Plus a little nervous," she added in that cute, half-muttered way of hers.

"Hey," he brushed her cheek under the blankets as he slid into place. "I told you I didn't mind moving at your pace." A light kiss to her forehead almost had her purring. Ren's nails brushed his chest as he slid into place next to her. She breathed a contented noise and curled against him. Body so warm and soft against his. Breasts pillowing on his arm perfectly. His manhood twitched, drained but still eager. Not yet, he told himself, once she's more comfortable. Let her make the first move.

Ren had confided in him early on that she was anxious about revealing herself, exposing herself, and being too intimate. He'd sworn to take things slow and let her go at her own pace. There had been many blowjob, she loved those. Countless hours cuddled on the couch. Even a handful of naps together. This was certainly a step towards being more intimate. The two of them in bed. Alone. Completely naked with just the blankets and darkness shielding them. He slid his arm around her back and Ren eased in closer. Breathing a yawn out onto his chest before nuzzling her way in with a hum. He yawned in response, feeling the weight of the day pressing down on him as well. Ian blinked, eyes getting heavier, harder to open back up. Another slow blink, wanting to enjoy her closeness for a while. Maybe think while he just stared at the ceiling. Or looked out at the snow dancing in the moonlight. Another blink, eyes dragging slower open.

The cabin was dark, quiet. Even the crackle of the fire had died down to the rare pop and shift of coals. Ian's eyes opened and fought against the dark. Moonlight crept into the room, darting around curtains, reflecting off fallen snow. The blankets had been pulled back, but the room was warm enough he didn't care to notice. What drew his attention was the weight. A warm, solid weight that was pressing him down into the bed.

Ren straddled his hips. His love breathing down at him as she rubbed her bare body against his. Soft, supple flesh whispered over his erection, mashing it against his body. She breathed out a needy pant, a huff, hands on either side of his head. Her presence pressed down on him, pinning him to the bed. He couldn't move, or he didn't want to move?

"Sorry," she breathed, "I can't help myself." The words fell sweetly down at him, each ringing with desire. A need that made his eager flesh pulse that much harder. Ren moaned at the warmth against her and reached down. Fingers playing over a cock she knew well. Teasing him, toying with his head and easing his foreskin back. She shifted over him as he arched under her. Wanting to tell her that it was okay, that he wanted it as much as she did. Yet he could only show it by how he arched and pushed against her. Wordlessly gasping at her and uttering an animalistic groan.

Ren let out a similar noise, deepening into a near growl. Shoulders hunched and legs pressed to his thighs. Fingers flew over his cock more, spreading precum over his tip. Gathering it there as she lifted herself. His length vanished into the shadow between her thighs as she hunched over him. Entire body humming as she guided him between her legs. Ian panted, head reeling as she tucked him in against her entrance. Tight flesh trembling as she rocked herself against him. Slathering herself with his precum before easing down.

Twin gasps, heavy pants, bodies shook as they quivered against each other. Inch by inch, he sank into her body. Her breath coming in short, eager gasps as thighs shivered around him. Ian's hands lifted, moving almost on their own. Tucking against her thighs, rubbing there as he arched into her.

Hips met. A solid connection as his length pulsed inside her. She let out a needy whine and wiggled her hips against him, hair falling forward as she leaned over his body. It created a shroud, a curtain about them as she began to move her hips slowly. His light touch guiding her over his flesh.

They started slow, but quickly began to build. Now that his hands had moved, he could strength in the rest of his body. Feet shifted and shuffled, coming up to brace. Giving him a good position to thrust into her. She arched and jumped, gasping as his body clapped off hers. Which only encouraged her to push back more. She could feel how eager he was, and he felt how excited she was growing in turn.

His head rolled and body pressed into hers. Ian brought his hands over her sides and up her front. Getting lost in the hair as he felt around her front. That thick, glorious mane of hers obscured his view, surrounded him with her scent. That particular aroma that only she had.

Ren's body moved faster. Harder, clapping off his as her hips rose and dropped. Low, eager noises breaking free. Getting louder as her hips clapped off his, the impact of his balls sent shivers through her. Shivers that rolled across her body. Dark skin rippled and shook, turning a smoky gray in the moonlight. Then back to the human form. Only to have his next thrust send out another ripple, a louder noise. Ian was too wrapped up to notice as her body shimmered in the moonlight, shifting between a human woman and a Pokémon.

"I'm gonna…"

"Do it!"

Hips beat faster, excitement growing. Ian panted and Ren whined, body shivering over him. Hands flew down to her hips and grasped. Pulling her tighter against him. He leaned up, searching out her lips in that tangle of hair. Ren moved to meet him, sharper maw sliding against his lips. Tongue met his as Ian pulled her down. One last impact, one good crack, and then the steady throbbing of his release inside her. Ren all but melted over him, shivering.

Then Ian felt something strange. A warmth on his belly. Something twitched. Pulsed. A slick warmth spreading up his front as Ren shivered over him.

Something is wrong, his mind whispered. Battling against the feel and sensations versus what he knew should be there. Blindly, he reached over to the nightstand. A touch brought the lamp to life. Ren jerked back sharply as the light came on, head swinging over. For just an instant, Ian had a strange double-vision. The woman he knew and loved, and a Zoroark. His gaze drifted down at the feeling of warmth on his stomach. It took him second or two for his eyes to adjust. That same strange double-vision. Ren straddling him, his cock tucked neatly inside her. Yet at the same time, the Zoroark crouched over him, balls resting on his stomach, sheath bulging, and the tip of a very animalistic length poking out the tip.

Ren jerked and slapped the lamp off the nightstand, throwing them back into darkness. "I'm sorry!" she gasped, almost whining. The shape over him shimmered, rippling between woman and Pokémon. Rolling and shifting in the dark as it fought to maintain whatever illusion. Eyes shone in the dark as they stared at him.

"Ren, what?" he started, but she... He... The Pokémon leapt off him and bolted for the door. Leaving him confused and alone.

It took him a moment to compose himself. Dragging on some pajama pants to ward off the chill of the night. "Ren?" He called out as he ventured into the main room. "Ren, what is going on?" Ren is a Pokémon, that's what's going on, dumb question. He pushed that thought aside.

A shape at the door. Movement as the Zoroark opened the door and paused. A rush of icy wind blasting into the cabin. The rush of air made the fireplace flare. Orange glow catching Ren as the Pokémon turned to look at him. Eyes blazing in the low light. "Hey, whoa!" he held a hand up, "Still coming down kind of hard out there." Both glanced out the door at the swirling snow. "Um, why don't you close the door and we can chat?"

Gaze swept from him, to the door, and shoulders hunched.

"I promise..." what was he doing, what could he promise? Ian took a breath and closed his eyes, "Listen. A lot just happened. I'm half awake, not sure if this is all a dream or what. Pretty sure it isn't, but can you at least wait till morning?" Could he... She... He didn't want to say It, but he didn't know how to refer to a Pokémon in this regard. Could Ren still understand him? [i]What a dumb question, of course Ren could. If that is Ren. He'd heard all kinds of weird stories about Pokémon, especially Zoroark, posing as people and playing jokes.

The door shut slowly, but the Zoroark didn't move away from it yet.

"Okay, good. So are you Ren?" A slow nod, back still facing towards him. "My Ren? The Ren that met me on that forest trail?" Another nod, uneasily shifting from foot to foot. Ian let out a slow breath and rubbed his head. "Okay, so... I am not in a space to think about this right now. Just... Back to bed and we can talk about it in the morning. I sure as hell don't want you running out in the middle of the night, and at the very least, I don't want to leave you here, a long long way from home." Ian rubbed his head, too tired to think, too tired to be mad, this had to be all some sort of strange dream.

He turned and walked back into the bedroom. Back under the covers. A slow breath, a sigh, he smelled... It smelled like Ren, but had that dander, fur, woodsy undertone. Pulling up the blankets, he wrapped himself in their warmth and lay on his side. Silence from the living room. Then the soft sound of footsteps and nails on hardwood. Hesitant. Inching towards the bedroom door. Even with his back to the door, he could feel the Pokémon's eyes on him. Could imagine the glow in the dark.

Then a slow step, a shuffle. Hesitating. Then retreating to the other room.

Ian felt a strange twinge of disappointment. Some part of him grumbled, Should have said something. Spoken up. It's Ren still.

Only to have another part snarl, It's not Ren, it's a Pokémon, one playing a trick.

Ian growled to himself, "Shut up and sleep..." as he closed his eyes tight. Willing the voices in his head to be quiet.

Morning came and with it more silence. Ian got up, showered, pulled on some comfortable pajamas, and then... Found himself standing at the door to the other bedroom. The Zoroark lay on the bed. A lump under the covers and breathing slowly. Still asleep. A range of emotions rushed through him. Anger at being lied to. Disgust since he'd fucked a Pokémon, and had been fucking one for weeks now. Shame at what he'd done, but also at how he was feeling right now. Betrayal tinged joy at seeing Ren so peaceful.

It was nothing that would be solved before breakfast. So he went to cook.

He wasn't so good at cooking he could let his mind wander, but wasn't so bad that he had to devote his entire being to it. It was just automatic enough to be zen. Bacon, toast with pepper jam, eggs (fried for him and scrambled with cheese for Ren), and some oatmeal.

Ren shuffled into the main room as he was plating the food. Still a Zoroark, but wearing clothes. A tee shirt of his with the sleeves removed, panties peeking out from under, and a sullen expression to cap it off. "I made you breakfast," he put the plate on the table and sat down. Ren hesitated before moving to sit across from him. Both ate in silence for a few minutes before he couldn't hold himself back. "So can you talk, or was that part of the illusion."

Ears perked up, swiveled, and lay back. A quiet, "I can talk." Even though he didn't see the mouth move.

"So, should I keep calling you Ren?" A slow nod. "Okay Ren, why me?"

Ren looked at their plate and poked at the eggs slowly. "My... Family lived near where you were hiking. We don't bother most people. Basic illusions keep them going around where we live. You kept going off the trail. Weren't sure if you could see through the illusions, were trouble, or what. So I went to investigate."

He nodded. That made sense. Pokémon tended to be territorial. A type as secretive and reclusive as the

Zoroark would be more curious and cautious. "So why a woman?"

There was a moment of silence. "Less threatening than a man."

It was weird to look at a Pokémon, something with an utterly alien face and expression, but still spot one of Ren's tells. The nervous brush of hair back, only to have it fall right back into place.

"You hate me now, don't you?"

The question caught him fully off guard. "What?"

Ears lay flat and Ren tapped the plate with their fork. "You told me you broke up with your Ex because she lied to you."

"No, I broke up because she was fucking another guy, and she lied about it. Then she doubled down and tried to gaslight me, which only made things worse." He shook his head and sighed, "I don't hate you." Ears perked up. "I am angry though." Down they went again. "I..." Ian took another breath and leaned back from the table, looking up at the ceiling as he tried to gather his thoughts. "It's a really complicated thing right now. You did lie, I am wondering if it was some big joke or something."

Ren shook their head quickly, "No, was..." there was a soft growl, "curious at first. Making sure you weren't trying to hurt us. Then we began to chat and you seemed nice. Real nice. So started wanting to be around you, and..." There was a soft whine, "I got too excited last night. Couldn't hold back anymore, then got real excited and lost focus."

Now that drew his attention a little. "Too excited? You'd been wanting to do that for a while?"

He didn't realize that Pokémon could blush. It wasn't a full cheek flush, but it was close enough. Something in the way that Ren's ears folded and they huffed. "I mean... Yes? Had been wanting to get more intimate for a little while. Then you laying with me, and poking me with that while you slept. I thought I could just... Handle it while you slept and it'd be okay. But then you woke up and now..." another whine, "I ruined everything."

"It is less than ideal to find out that way." Ian agreed, but then felt bad as Ren looked down. "So ah, something I'd been wondering now. I know some Pokémon have both. Are you…"

"A male," Ren supplied.

He nodded, "So you just like to wear women's underwear?"

Something about Ren's expression made him laugh. That surprised, almost guilty look. "They are softer than those brief things." Uh huh, they're softer and that's why you like them. It also lead to a few other thoughts he was having start to roll and form.

Ian swept the last bit of his food up onto a bit of bread. "You're lucky that you're cute, you know that? And that I'm fairly open, but the Pokémon thing will take some getting used to."

Ren looked completely perplexed. "What?"

He tapped Ren's nose, "If you had run off last night, I'd have been devastated. If you had played it off or walked in here as a human again, I'd have been angry. I don't know, it's complicated."

"So..." Ren thought slowly, "are we good?"

"No." He could almost see Ren's heart start to crumble, "But I think we will be." Ren stopped mid-wilt. "If you're sincere. Like I said, the Pokémon thing is a little strange. I never figured I'd have a partner, much less one I've had sex with. Does help that you can talk, and you seem sincere." He rounded the table and cupped Ren's head, lifting his chin so that Ian could look into those eyes. "So no, we're not good, but we might be better than we started. In time. How about some TV time?"

Ren perked up, "Smeargle Sketchbook?"

"Fuck no, I get to pick this time. I'm owed that much at least."

"Fair," Ren finished his breakfast and moved his plate to the sink. "You cooked, I'll clean."

Ian paused as the Pokémon began to wash the plate. A thought starting to form in his head. It's naughty, but Ren did spring a surprise on you last night. A little turnabout is fair play isn't it?

While the Zoroark was scrubbing down the dishes, Ian moved as if he was getting another drink. Setting the cup down on the counter as quietly as he could, he moved up behind the Pokémon. Ren's ears perked as Ian moved in behind him. He started to turn his head, then gasped and stiffened as Ian's hand swept down his back and right into those panties. "So tell me something," Ian's voice was a low, playful growl. Each word rumbling into Ren's ear as his fingers explored. Pressing between the cheeks, under that bushy tail. "Would you want me to treat you as a guy, or as a woman more? Call you my pretty girl as I..." his fingers pressed against Ren's backside. Massaging the clenching ring of muscle, "take you properly?"

Ren's mouth opened in a pant, but the illusionary voice rang out. "G-guy, but..." Ren squirmed, tail hiking as his rear pushed back into Ian's hand, "I like being called pretty."

It was weird, leaning in to play bite at a Pokémon's neck. Especially since that wild mane got in the way so much. Though Ren did tilt his head and whine so cutely as Ian's teeth found purchase. "Well then, be a good boy finish up the dishes like you said you would." Some part of him wasn't surprised in the least when Ren's tail began to wave at the mention of those two golden words. Good Boy.

Ian chuckled to himself and went to the TV. Surfing and looking for something to watch as Ren huffed. Clearly flustered as he tried to focus on the dishes. It wasn't too much longer before the Pokémon moved over to the couch. Ian, tucked under a blanket, lifted the edge for his partner. Ren's ears perked, he shuffled nervously, but then moved to join.

Back pressed to Ian's front, letting the human wrap arms around him. A soft, pleased noise slipping from the Zoroark as they watched TV.

Well, tried to at least. It wasn't long before Ren was wiggling his hips and pushing back. Bushy tail draped over Ian's thigh. Clearly nudging and grinding back into his partner. "Needy little Vixen, aren't you?" Ian joked. Ren started to say something, but the words dropped into a feral gasp as Ian bit one of the ears gently. The noise dropped into a low, needy whine. Rising in volume as Ian's hand slipped down Ren's front. Right under that loose fitting shirt, diving into the panties, and gripping the slate gray sheath.

So many times, Ren had teased him. Petting and rubbing his cock through his pants. Jerking him off until rewarding him with a blowjob or something. It was a nice surprised to feel how the Zoroark responded to the same treatment. Those sweet little whines, panting little gasps, and the way his hips squirmed? Oh it was delightful.

Ian had played around with guys before. He had thought he preferred women, but he was getting a thrill with Ren. Maybe it was the thrill of uncovering something new. It could be some part of his mind wanting a bit of payback. Or it could just simply be that something had always been that little bit off with Ren, but now was right. It didn't matter too much, he didn't question it right now.

Right now, he was focused on planting soft kisses on Ren's neck. Gentle bites that made the Pokémon squirm and arch. Whine and moan at him. He pushed Ren's panties down, "That's a good boy," he breathed as he curled his fingers and eased the sheath back. Ren's hips bucked into his grip, red cock sliding in his grip. Spurting precum eagerly, grinding and pushing out of some lustful instinct. Ian felt his own excitement growing. Cock straining at his pajama bottoms as Ren ground and squirmed against him. "Do you want this?" the question came with a slow push. Grinding himself against the plush rear.

Ren could only whimper, "Yes. Yes, please." The bold bravado of human woman Ren melting away in front of the truth of Pokémon Ren. "Please, Ian I need it."

He wasn't sure what compelled him or what was driving him. Ian pushed Ren over, rolling both of them on the couch. The Zoroark whined and grabbed a handful of throw pillow, burying his face into it. Hips lifted eagerly as Ian leaned back. Panties slid down to mid-thigh, tail arched, pucker clenching in anticipation. Ian licked his lips, feeling like some savage beast. He pushed his pants down, cock leaping out and ready for action. A little spit, some precum, and he began to stroke his cock. Spitting onto two fingers, he reached down and pressed them to Ren's backside. The Zoroark almost howled in need as Ian pushed his fingers in. "Oh, someone has been practicing hasn't he?" There was a whimper, an adorable whine, "I wonder if you got your hands on a toy and had been riding it." A huff and turn of Ren's head told him that he wasn't far off the truth.

"Here's the real thing, Honey. Awake and ready. Just for you."

The noise that Ren made as Ian pushed into that waiting rear? Oh it was beyond adorable, past sexy, and brought a smile to Ian's lips. Not a howl, neither a whine nor whimper, it was something beyond all that. A noise so sweet, it had to be buried into the pillow as Ren shivered under him. Knees dug into the couch cushion as Ian leaned over. Ren readily shifting into eager bitch pose as Ian's hands fell to waiting hips. Drawing his partner up and back into his thrust.

He had wanted to go slow, take his time, but he couldn't. Ren was squirming with need and he couldn't help but answer. Breath coming in feral bursts as he leaned forward. Mounting his lover like some beast. Balls clapping off thighs, body crashing off presented backside. Ren's noises grew with each thrust. Claws dug at the fabric and skidded off. The scent of Zoroark precum filled the air, spilling onto the couch. Ian's hand leapt from hip and shot around his partner.

"AhhH!" Ren cried out as Ian began to stroke his cock. Hand flying up and down that animalistic length. Squeezing the warmth, shooting along the shaft in time with his thrusts. Ears all but vanished into that thick mane as the Zoroark squirmed and pushed into him.

It only took a few strokes before Ian felt something. A strange bulge at the base of Ren's cock. Curious, he gave it a squeeze and tug. Ren jerked under him, clenching around Ian's invading cock. "That feel good?" he panted. Ren nodded, devolving into primal, animal noises. Fingers hooked around and behind the bulge. It grew quickly against his touch, throbbing, swelling. Cock slid past his hand and against his wrist. Hammering with each frantic heartbeat. Watery precum jetting from the tip with each throb.

A deep, feral whine sounded from his partner as Ren's shoulders hunched. Ian felt the Pokémon cumming under him. Balls leaping with each shot, trembling as his own sac bounced off them. That cock jumped and twitched in his hand. And the at ass? Oh it clamped around him so hard he nearly came himself.

Ian took a breath, steadied himself, and redoubled. Burying his nose into Ren's mane. Pressing into his partner as hips hammered off that trembling backside. Ren's sweet noises only redoubled. One hand reaching back to grab at Ian's waist. Claws scratched his hips and drew welts, only making the human redouble. Pressing harder, faster, feeding into that primal need that throbbed through his own loins.

Twisting his head, he bit at Ren's scruff. At least he thought it was scruff, it might have just been some of the mane. It didn't matter as he pushed in. Ren's back arched, hunching under him, trying to shove neck into mouth and groin into hips. Ian managed a few thrusts before burying himself into Ren. Unleashing every drop he could offer into his partner. Both frozen, panting, gasping, and bodies rolling into the other.

He tried to catch his breath, sweat rolled down his back. Ren's scent filled his nostrils. Ian couldn't stop himself as he nuzzled into that neck and growled, "Mine." Nor did he want to. Not as Ren all but melted in his embrace, slumping down to the couch with his partner on top of him. Tail waving slowly as the Pokémon wiggled against him.

Ian pulled out slowly. Ren panting as he did, shivering, and then crawling into Ian’s arms as the human laid back down. Ren turned his head and nuzzled into Ian’s chin. Licking just a little at his lips. Ian turned his head and slid his tongue over Ren’s, then into the mouth. Testing just a little, seeing how he felt as his tongue brushed those fangs. Ren huffed and pulled his lips back, sensing what Ian might want. Though he did his best to kiss the human as he had when he was an illusion.

The pair settled down and Ren breathed out a soft sigh. Curling to tuck his back into Ian’s chest with a soft noise that wasn’t a growl. It sounded happier, content almost. “Someone sounds happy,” he mused.

“It’s just… yes. But also just getting to…” Ren stretched out slowly and groaned, “relax. Not have to worry about keeping up the act.”

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"Sorry it took so long, the plow wasn't wanting to get going." The Ranger smiled as he leaned out his window. "Hope that didn't bother you two too much."

Ian laughed, arm wrapped around Ren, "Not at all. Meant we could get a later start to our day. I still feel dumb as hell for not thinking about the weather when I was planning all this. Or when I was coming up here. Or when you warned us. Or…"

The Ranger waved his hand, "Nah, stuff like this happens all the time. We can't ever tell how much we'll get or if it'll miss us. Not that I'd complain about being snowed in with someone as pretty as you, Ma'am." He gave a wink, "You're a lucky fella there."

It was weird. Ian knew that Ren was a Zoroark, he could see that. Ren had his illusion back up, at least for the Ranger and others. Though he'd let Ian in on seeing the truth. Which meant that Ian could see just how the Zoroark squirmed and laughed, "Oh I feel like the lucky one some days." Ren tried to hold still as Ian's fingers hooked and curled. Pressing up into his ass again, casually fingering the Pokémon while they talked. It was cute to see the Pokémon in a short top, skirt, and sporting a rather proud erection. All while knowing that the Ranger couldn't see what they were doing. Near as he knew, it was just the same lovely Ren that Ian had come up with. Smiling and chatting with Ian's arm around her waist. Will have to use that in some public stuff later. Ren might like that, but don't want to press. Unless I’m pressing this! He hooked his fingers just so and wiggled them. Which made Ren jerk and give him a nasty look.

"Well," the Ranger sighed, "I'll let you two get on your way. Road should be clear all the way back to the main road. Just take it slow and be careful now!"

Ian waved, "You too."

Ren waved, "Be careful!" Then swatted Ian's chest with a whispered growl, "I can't believe you were doing that in front of him!" after the Ranger rolled his window up and pulled away.

He smirked, "You could have stopped me at any point, but you loved it."

Ren just huffed at him and snapped jaws. Something he'd come to learn was a play threat. One readily disabled by Ian just sliding his fingers into the mouth and hooking his thumb at the cheek. "What's that?" he mused. Ren just huffed again, but licked at the finger as the thumb played over sharp teeth. "I thought so. Now, let's get back home and we can talk about our future."

"Really?" Ren's tail waved as he bounded towards the car.

Ian chuckled, "Really."

Not how he imagined this weekend was going to go. Not that he was going to complain about how it turned out either. Though he'd have to work a bit more to take that knot comfortably. Not that Ren seemed to want to top often, but it had been a fun little experiment. "Now, let's go for a ride!" He clapped his hands, “Go for a ride?”

Ren froze at the car door and narrowed his eyes, giving Ian a look. "I am going to bite you."

"Would it be better if I threw a ball?" Ren growled. "How about if I get peanut butter?" Jaws snapped. "Gave you scratches behind the ear?"

"Rrrf, fine."