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Nature's Story

Part 4 - Freedom

Six months ago

The only sounds that he could hear were the endless ticking and his own heartbeat. He stared across the kitchen; it was so dark, he could barely make out the edges of the table and cabinets. But by now, he'd been standing here so long that he'd gotten used to it, at least enough that he could see the hands on the clock face.

23:50.

Just ten minutes now. Ten minutes... and he'd be an adult.

He breathed in and out, slowly, shaky. A tightness had grasped his chest, but he forced himself to keep breathing. He had to... he had to stay focused, he had to remain calm....

A sound from his left, a dull thump. Icy fear shot through his body, and he clutched his arms around his shirt-covered chest as he turned to face it, eyes wide. Through the open door into the lounge was only a dull blur of shadows. Nothing moved beyond it.

After a few seconds, he began to breath again. He shut his eyes - calm down. Calm down. They almost never came out of their room beyond eleven o'clock. He'd heard his stepfather's snores from the door to their room. There was no reason they'd be getting up now....

Now... when he was so close....

He rubbed his right arm. It still ached, but it was a lot better after he'd gone to the school nurse over it. It had been a simple lie; he fell wrongly, that was all. The nurse had rung home, of course, and told his father. Robin knew that would be the case - he'd been betting on it.

He could have told someone. Could have told the truth. But if they'd believed him and taken it seriously? Then his stepfather would never let him live it down. Tighter restrictions. Tighter watches. Whereas this way, his stepfather was convinced that Robin had just rolled over. The outburst two days ago had been a one-time event, and now he was the yielding little boy that he'd always been, with no power to fight back.

Some would have wanted him to be punished. Calling the police, perhaps? If they'd help? Sera had certainly thought so. More than that, the Meowstic had seemed to be fixated on making him pay, so much so that Robin had made him promise to not do anything about it. Robin didn't want it to go down that way. His stepfather would be punished enough.

A crinkling reached his ears, and he looked down. His paw had curled into a fist, scrunching up a large piece of paper he'd torn from one of his school books. He glanced again at the clock.

23:52.

Robin bit his lip, and lifted the sheet of paper to re-read those three paragraphs he'd written less than an hour ago.

Was that it? Three paragraphs? Was that all it took now? Three paragraphs to explain to his family his true feelings, everything he'd held back with. Everything he'd wished he'd said, everything he'd bit his tongue on and thought in private, and hated himself for thinking. Just three little paragraphs.

Then again... where would it stop, if he wrote all of that? Where would the end be? Would there be an end, or would he write forever, chastising and rebutting every insult and hateful lesson that he'd experienced? Every lie, every time he'd been taught to despise his very existence... there would be no end. Just an ever-increasing list on tear-stained paper.

Swallowing down tears that threatened to appear again, he placed the half-crumpled paper on the kitchen table before him. So simple. What a legacy to leave behind. More than they deserved, he caught himself thinking.

He briefly thought about the note he'd left in his mother's coat pocket too. It was only a short one, just a couple of sentences. She was as much at fault as her husband, but she needed the advice. She needed to escape just as much as he did.

23:54.

The ticking continued. Each one was like the tap of a claw, the scrape of a talon on some metal surface. A mental image of his brother looming over him pervaded his thoughts, the larger, stronger Lucario sneering down as he tapped a claw against Robin's chest spike. Sneer? More like a sadistic grin. That's how Robin would remember him, anyway...

At least, that would be how he'd remember him if this plan worked. Time dragged on. He couldn't even move for fear of making a floorboard creak and ruining his chance just as he was about to take it.

In his other paw, he could feel the folded-up wedge of paper he'd scrawled notes on. This he wouldn't be leaving behind. This he'd take with him, along with his laptop, and an old calendar from his room - it had been a random one he'd found at school, and no-one had claimed. Each month was a different picture of a forest, or a brook, or a snowy hillside. It was now two years out of date, but...

But it was there, carefully packed into his old, worn schoolbag, alongside what had been his lifeline for the past year. Not much. All he dared take.

He could see what was on the paper now, in his mind. The hastily jotted-down emails, the directions. Telephone numbers to call, if need be. Routes to take. Buses, taxis if it became necessary. Even a quick guide on first aid. He'd not written down an address - it was already printed on the leaflet, stuffed inside the paper. The picture of those red-brick walls swam through his mind.

23:57.

Just three minutes left. Three minutes left of being a child. Three minutes of left of being under his stepfather's thumb.

He looked around the kitchen slowly. He took it all in - the old-fashioned oak table, the dishes stacked neatly in the glass cabinets on the wall, the sink made spotless from scrubbing that now was just as dark as anything else in the near-midnight gloom.

He almost felt....

Robin swallowed. A brief nostalgic feeling had instilled itself inside him. A wave of doubt passed over him, and the knot in his chest felt all the tighter. He swallowed, breathing heavier.

Was this the right choice? This had been his home. The only home he'd known... all but his earliest memories had been here, in this house, with these people. He'd seen and heard of the outside world, but apart from the regular, ever-supervised trips to school, he'd barely been out in it. No journeys to anywhere but the nearby town for shopping. Not even a holiday. He'd be leaving behind his entire life, and...

No. His paws clenched again, and he gritted his teeth. He glared at the table before him.

This wasn't a home. It was a prison.

Tick. Tick. The minute hand flickered to its last marking before twelve. The second hand began its final revolution.

This was it. Robin felt cold, but he didn't hold himself. He wanted to cry, he wanted to curl up into a ball, to make this waiting end, to get rid of this fear - this terror he was feeling. But he couldn't. He couldn't risk it. He felt like all he had to do was move, and everything would collapse.

He forced himself to breathe. It sounded too loud. Thirty seconds.

He almost... he almost wanted someone to find him. Would he shout at them? Would he lash out, tell them how wrong they were in person? Would they drag him back to his room? It would at least stop the waiting. It would remove the uncertainty, and chain him back up in the jail of his old life....

A creak came from the lounge. His ears darted to it, ears turning to the noise. In that instant, what little wishing his mind was casting for him to be stopped was dispelled. Oh, please, no, not now, not this close. Please....

Nothing happened. The house remained as still as it had been before. He could hear his heartbeat. It sounded like a large drum, pounding, pounding....

Fifteen seconds. Around him, the silence rose towards a crescendo.

Ten seconds. The second hand was slow, too slow. He opened his mouth, staring at it with pleading eyes. It was like even time was threatening him now, as if the inexorable march onwards had decided to stop, right here, just to spite him.

Five. Four. Three. Two.

One.

...

Robin watched the minute hand slide over the twelve. The second hand continued its path, sliding down the clock as it had done thousands of times before.

Was that it? Was it done? He let out a breath and turned - still no-one in the lounge. Still no sound from the rest of the house.

He'd... done it.

Robin reached up, paw curling around his shirt - and then he pulled, wriggling out of it. A button snapped off, and he threw the scratchy material to the ground. His trousers followed suit, until there he stood, unbound and unhindered. His chest rose and fall as he panted.

He wanted to shout. But not yet.

The bag was on the floor, and he grabbed it, slinging it over his back. He still held the leaflet and instructions in his other paw. He wasn't about to let them ago. He wasn't going to give these people any chance of tracking him down.

The clock had already ticked over to the next minute. He looked at it, before hoisting his bag further up on his shoulder, and walked to the back door.

He put a paw on the handle. It was cold. His body was on fire. He gave one final, sideways glance to the note still laying there on the table - and opened the door.

The night air was cool, and a spring breeze blew over his face - it tasted so fresh, and carried the scent of sweet flowers. The fields around him were cast in pale silver and scattered with shadows - the only light was from the moon high above, bright and full, presiding over the vast landscape.

Robin smiled.

And he ran.

* * *

Present Day

The room was silent and cast with darkness. It was opulent, with curtains and bedsheets made out in shades of dark blue trimmed with threads of gold. Across one side, a large, ceiling-to-floor window showed off the grand vista of Oklahoma in the pre-dawn darkness

There was a muffled bumping, and something fell against the door from outside. A loud laugh was followed by a hurried shushing noise, and then the sound of a key in the lock for several seconds.

The door burst open, casting yellow light from the corridor over the two figures that fell inside. They laughed together, trying to untangle themselves from the mess.

"H, hey... it's empty!" Nature said, pushing himself up enough to look around the penthouse room.

"Of course it's empty." commented Ceylon, twirling something metal around one claw. "Why else do you think the key was still on its holder?"

"Oh yeah... right." Nature said as the door swung shut behind them with a loud thunk, the lock clicking automatically. The Lucario giggled, sitting down on the floor and staring at the big feline. "You were lucky Mariana didn't catch you..."

"Hmph, please. Just a simple... flick of the tail to get what I need. Nothing's getting in the way of a night with the prettiest Lucario in the whole damn Café, anyway." Ceylon said, grinning at Nature, laying flat on his back.

"Could have just gone to your room in the basement... or my room, in the basement..." Nature said. He swayed a little, looking around the fancy room.

"How would that be fitting? Only the best, my dear girl."

Nature snickered to himself. His body jittered in response to the words. Well, that and the alcohol.

"Anyway." Ceylon continued, flinging the key off into a dark corner somewhere. "She was far too distracted by you. You know she's got the hots for you, right?"

Nature watched where the key had gone absently. "She does?"

Ceylon chuckled deeply, winding his tail around Nature's torso and tugging. "Are you oblivious, or just that drunk?"

"I can be both!" Nature announced. He was proud of that fact, for some reason. The tugging from Ceylon's tail eventually got him to fall forward, and he was absorbed by the fluff of the Luxray's chest. They laughed some more, and Nature felt the Luxray's paws wrapping around his body. He was so warm...

The Lucario was staring into the Luxray's eyes. They were so pretty, the eyes of the feline. They seemed so genuine. Others may have looks of cunning, or knowing, or superiority... these seemed kind. Real.

The alcohol caused him to shake his body again, and he stared over at the large window on the opposite wall.

"Hey... Ceylon...!"

Nature pushed himself up, rolling off the Luxray's chest. Standing unsteadily, the world not seeming to move right around him, he staggered over to the window and stared out at the landscape.

The gardens of Plaisir were strewn out below them, a cornucopia of oranges and browns and reds. Lines of trees, adorned with their autumn garb, stretched in their own semi-artificial way out from the nearest walls of the Café. Beyond them, small humps and hillocks of grass served as a brief border before the start of the forests, which stretched to the east and west of the Pokémon brothel, a dense cover for the low hills.

Nature grinned. He knelt down, staring out across a world bathed in a certain silvery grey. To the east, the sun was still below the horizon, but the sky had already taken on a cyan hue that glowed across the heavens, pushing back the boundary of darkness so that only the brightest stars could still be seen.

The Luxray stalked closer, and Nature giggled. "Isn't it beautiful?"

"Mmhmm..." Ceylon replied, before the Lucario felt his large paws wrap around him again. Like this, the Luxray towered over him, like a large warm duvet. It was so very warm, cuddled up to him like this.

Nature continued to stare out at the gardens. The Ampharos that served as the groundskeeper had let him plant a few of the flower beds there... he hadn't been around long enough to contribute much more than that, but he knew he had to. It was outside, it was nature. He had to. He wanted to.

Other thoughts began to drift through his mind, thoughts that had been accompanying him all night. "It was a morning just like this, wasn't it?" He said, sitting down now. His legs were splayed out, paws crossed over each other as he leaned forwards to stare out the window.

The Luxray was silent for a while, stopping from a rough nuzzle across Nature's head to stare out with him. "Yeah... I remember." he said finally.

Nature continued to stare out at the pre-dawn world. His chest felt heavy with nostalgia... with enjoyment.

He felt something at the small of his back too.

Nature frowned, curling his tail up, rubbing over the warmth that was pressing against him.

"Ceylon..." He breathed, closing his eyes.

"Took you bloody long enough to notice it. You were practically sitting on it a moment ago."

They laughed again, and Nature let his tail curl around one of the Luxray's thighs as he leant back, turning his head. The large feral took the opportunity, and drew him into a kiss, forcing their lips together.

Maybe without the alcohol, Nature would have been able to tell how long they spent locked together. Not that he cared. The Luxray's mouth was warm, willing. He slid his canine tongue over the rough feline's, and together they grunted and moaned. His saliva tasted delicious, and the feeling of having the large feral curled over him...

Eventually the kiss broke, and they stayed clutching each other, swapping giggles as their paws grasped and rubbed across each other's furred bodies.

"Hey." Ceylon said eventually, teasing the Lucario's belly with his claws. "Wanna go test out the bed?"

Nature snorted. "I've already tested out that bed, five times..."

"And I've done it at least ten, but that's beside the point and you know it."

Nature snickered again, grasping the Luxray tighter. "Mmmm, you're warm..."

"And you're the hottest twink around the place, and in five minutes I want you bouncing on my cock."

Nature bit his lip, tail beginning to wag behind him. Again, that warm length dug into his back.

"C'mon." The Luxray said, his muzzle pushed against one of Nature's ears. "Let's give that morning shift something to really clean up, shall we?"

Nature blushed as the Luxray moved off, before he felt teeth closing around the scruff of yellow fur at the base of his neck. He gasped, and let the large feral pull him over to the bed. He stood up just as he reached it, but before he could get steady, Ceylon had given him a shove to make him fall onto the covers.

The Lucario landed with a soft 'oof', and blinked, staring blearily upwards. The world outside may have been partially lit, but the room was still dark. Even so, he could make out Ceylon's lustful grin as he climbed up onto the bed, walking over his prize.

"Mmmph..." Nature grunted, pushing himself further up. "Mister Pouncer's gonna be annoyed..."

"You're implying that matters." Ceylon replied, sinking into the covers with each step from his weight. "Loving this whole shy act you've got going on, by the way..." He straddling the Lucario's chest. Nature couldn't stop his eyes being dragged southwards, down the Luxray's underside.

The feline's shaft - the flesh a stark, vivid cyan - was fully out of his sheath already. Pre glinted off stray rays of light as it hung from the barbed tip of the large shaft. Nature breathed out shakily, feeling the heat from it, catching it's scent. In his alcohol-impaired state, he realised he'd been aware of that scent for a while now.

"Was this your plan all night?" He asked, as the Luxray curled over his head. Ceylon chuckled.

"One of 'em. You're a lot more talkative when drunk, y'know? But there's a time and place for everything, and-"

Nature cut him off, snaking a paw up and grasping the base of the Luxray's shaft. It was very warm, and firm too, barely giving under his grip. Ceylon's sentence ended abruptly, changing to a gasp. Nature giggled. He could feel the blood pumping inside it - the whole length seemed to throb in readiness.

He rubbed it gently, digits sliding up and down, caressing the smooth shaft. Above him, Ceylon began to purr, his hips giving the briefest of twitches with his movements. Nature giggled at it, and licked his lips. Aw hell... how could he say no...

He leant forwards and rolled his tongue across the head of the shaft. It tasted... oh goodness, did it taste delightful. Ceylon always did, anyway. And the feeling of the soft barbs against his tongue made him shiver with delight. The Luxray was doing so too, he noticed after a while, and the purr was getting louder as well.

Ceylon bucked his hips all of a sudden - much to Nature's surprise, as well as glee. The little Lucario giggled, grasping tighter, giving another lap across the head. A spurt of pre landed on his muzzle, causing him to yip and giggle louder.

"Mmm, aren't you a delightful little thing?" Ceylon murmured from above, wriggling his hips in Nature's grasp. "Gonna remind me what it's like to be hilted in that lovely warm mouth of yours?"

Nature bit his lip, still stroking the shaft. "Actually, I was kinda... ummm..."

Ceylon leant back, and Nature looked up into his eyes, staring past the enticing blue length.

"Wanting me to give your other end a firm pounding?"

Nature blushed again. He couldn't help it. He followed it up with a nod.

Ceylon snickered, and pushed himself up onto all fours, stepping off the Lucario. Nature rolled over, staring at the Luxray who was already laying on his back. The feline's back legs were splayed, and the shaft stood proudly. Now, Nature could see a bit more in the dim lighting. It only made him more eager. He gave a quiet murr, pushing himself up, crawling up the bed.

"There's a good girl..." Ceylon purred, his front paws finding their way around the Lucario's waist. Nature sat back, and the shaft slid along his rear. Ceylon pressed it between his cheeks, causing him to gasp.

"Aw, you want this so badly..." The Luxray continued. Nature nodded, peaking between slitted eyes at him - the feline was grinning. "Gonna show me some of those famous Plaisir skills?"

Nature felt a bit more control return to him. Biting his tongue, he pressed his rear back, feeling the warm shaft grind against his tailhole. "You gonna show me the same?" He asked, his paws gripping the Luxray's chest fur again.

Ceylon laughed, and bucked his hips, causing a fresh wave of need to wash through the Lucario. "Atta girl..."

Nature nodded, and straightened up. He opened his eyes slightly, looking down at the Luxray. Alright... now, as you would a customer...

He shifted his hips, working them back and forth, grinding them against Ceylon's length. Lifting his arms above his head, he smiled softly, rocking his body left and right and up and down, making sure to keep the bulk of the motion in his hips. He could feel the shaft sliding against his fur, moved by every twist of his rear.

"Ooooh, fuck..." Ceylon said, breathing out. The Feline's tail flicked back and forth behind them. Nature smiled a bit more broadly, sitting back against the shaft to elicit another gasp of pleasure from the Luxray. The Lucario's own sheath was plump from arousal, and as he moved his hips, he watched as the shaft slid from it, swelling moment by moment.

Too long... this was going on too long. Nature could already feel his rear wet with pre and his own saliva now, especially where it counted... it wasn't like they weren't prepared....

He breathed out. Just like with a customer... Slowly, watching the Luxray all the while, he lowered a paw and reached back, curling it around the wet, throbbing length. He guided the tip to his hole.

He was teasing himself too much, let alone the Luxray beneath him. Letting out a shaky breath, he pushed it against his tailhole, feeling the tapered head push its way easily inside the entrance. In that practiced motion that never got old, he slowly sat back on the length, and cried out as he felt it sink inside him.

Oh god... the feeling... it was _intense._His rear was stretched the further he went down, but he could still sense the tip working its way inside him. His paw held the base, able to feel every throb of that shaft. It jerked suddenly, and he knew another spurt of pre had just been spent inside him. His tail wagged back and forth.

He lifted his legs, and sank a little lower on the shaft. His breathing was shaky now, and he found that he'd closed his eyes to better experience the feeling. Another gasp escaped his muzzle, and he pushed his chest out, rolling his hips against the thick base of the length. He let himself have this for another few moments - and then, breathing in...

Ahhh~! He pulled himself up slowly, and the barbs dragged along his insides. It didn't hurt - far from it. It was like hundreds of tiny bumps, each one sending a different stimulating shock through him, causing him to physically shiver from the the experience. He lifted most of the way up, rolled his hips again, before letting that shaft sink back inside him.

"Nnnnf... too sloooow... " Ceylon gasped, tail thumping against the bed. A crack, and the room flickered with a sudden spark from his tail. Nature breathed several times before he could respond.

"I'm... the waiter here..."

"I thought the customer was always right?" Ceylon said with a grin, pressing his hips up against the Lucario. Nature bit his lip again, suppressing another shudder.

"Not this time. Do as you're told and enjoy it..."

Ceylon chuckled deeply, he tail flicking back and forth again. "Little Nature fancies herself a dominant little pup..."

Nature didn't say anything, just giving him a half smile. He didn't know why he felt like this, but he knew how this little session was going to play out, and he was gonna make sure of it. Perhaps it was the alcohol. Whatever it was... the Luxray was going to love it...

He rolled his hips again, cutting off any further speech from Ceylon with another moan, before lifting himself back up. Again, those barbs sent a million tiny jolts of pleasure to his head, almost making him lose his grasp on the feline's shaft. He grunted, and as he slid down this time, shifted his paw to the Luxray's balls. The soft, furry orbs felt heavy... just as they always did. Just as he loved. Ceylon's sudden purr of pleasure, coupled with another insistent thrust up into him, indicated that the feeling was mutual.

Nature's shaft brushed against the Luxray's underside. He glanced down - it was practically at full size now, the canine length bulging with arousal, and glistening at the end with pre that was already matting some of Ceylon's fur. He grunted, feeling more pleasure slide through him, the unformed knot on his shaft beginning to swell.

Ceylon, meanwhile, was looking almost adorable. His front paws were curled up over his chest, eyes shut tight, mouth hanging open. The feline's chest rose and fell quickly, and he lay his head back against the plump, soft pillows. Nature licked his lips, taking in the sight. He was lucky to be like this... he knew he had to do his best for the big cat.

The Lucario drew in a breath, and moved both his paws to the Luxray's chest again, leaning forwards. He closed his eyes, feeling the length inside him, the hinds pressed against him. He rolled his hips, tilting them up, before pressing them down onto the feline's cock. He felt his body shake, but he fought to build up a rhythm - up, down, up, down... rolling, circular motions, sliding that shaft in and out of his rear.

It was tough. It really was. He felt his tongue loll from his muzzle, completely without his own volition. His eyes were closed, taking in the act from feel and smell and sound alone. The scent of the Luxray's musk penetrated the air, the scent of sex... it surrounded them. Nature gasped as more pleasure shot through him, but he determinedly pushed on, working that shaft with his hips.

"Ooooh... wow... Nature..." Ceylon muttered beneath him, and Nature felt as the shaft pulses again with another spurt of pre. "You're a fast learner..."

Nature swallowed, beginning to pant hard. "I love it..." He pushed his hips down harder, grinding them against the Luxray's. They moaned together, and Nature felt Ceylon shudder beneath him.

Mmmph... time to change things a bit, he thought...

Nature leant back, opening his eyes to look down at his partner. Still that same, adorable pose, but this time one eye stared up at him. As he watched, the other one opened too, and Ceylon gave a breathless smile.

The Lucario licked his lips, sitting back on the shaft, feeling the Luxray's sheath pressing up against him. He swallowed, taking a moment to let the feeling of bliss that came with it go down - and then lifted his legs, beginning to turn around.

The gasp from the Luxray was filled with pleasure and lust, and Nature felt another pulse at the shaft in his rear. He reached down, holding the very base with one paw, keeping it securely inside him as he turned away from the moaning feline.

He stopped finally, kneeling up, looking towards the large windows of the room. The sky was brighter now, a much more vivid blue, with a tinge of pink banding the horizon. Nature noted it for just a second before returning his attention to the Pokémon beneath him.

The Luxray's hind legs were splayed either side of him. Nature placed a paw on each one, keeping them spread, and then - just like for a customer - he leant forwards, rolling his hips along that shaft once more.

Another loud gasp from the Luxray, which Nature barely registered. His arms were weak, and it was an effort to keep up the slow, determined pace he'd set himself. In this position, Ceylon could get far deeper inside him... and Nature availed himself of this very quickly. He licked his lips, and then pressed his hips down, sinking that large shaft into his rear. His tailhole stretched, the feeling like a low burn, a burn of pleasure and delight. He closed his eyes, mouth hanging open, and heard a slight whimper escape his mouth.

"Very nice..." Ceylon muttered, as Nature slid back up the shaft, breaking him from an almost trance-like state. "And how many times can you keep this up for before you break and start riding me roughly, like you want to?"

Nature panted softly, pressing himself back down. He didn't answer the Luxray, despite him being... so very correct....

He pulled back up, and pushed down again, quicker than before. He couldn't stop himself. He grasped the feline's legs, working his rear forwards every time he pulled up, and then back with each time he sat down. Another loud purr from the Luxray, and another shake through his chest. He glanced down - his shaft was fully engorged, and as he sat back with another shudder, pre spurted across the bed and onto the floor.

"C'mon, pretty...." Ceylon said, the smile evident from his voice. It wasn't just Nature who was so breathless. The Lucario put his arms back, feeling the covers under his paws either side of the Luxray, and gripped it tight. "Gonna be a nice, warm, and tight place for me...."

He was. He was, and he loved it. He sat back again, grinding his rear against the Luxray's crotch, getting faster each time. Sit up, and the barbs send their hundreds of tiny jolts. Back down, and the shaft grows thicker and thicker, delving further inside him. Pleasure after pleasure, over and over again. He wanted it and needed it and...

And it wasn't just him. Paws, large blue paws, wrapped around his waist. Suddenly, the Luxray bucked his hips, slamming them up to meet the Lucario's large, blue-furred rear. Again and again, Ceylon's purr changing to a growl. The feline was insistent, needy, ramming that shaft up into the feminine Lucario over and over and over...!

Nature felt it before Ceylon shouted in pleasure. It was in the little motions - the twitching of the paws, the faltering the in thrusts, but most of all in the way the cock began to suddenly pulsate. The feline still thrusted up, over and over again, but it wasn't long before each thrust was accompanied by an intense yowl.

He could feel the cum spurting into him. Hell, he could smell it quickly too - the scent of Ceylon's seed. What hadn't been unloaded deep inside had spurted out around the Luxray's crotch. Nature heard the wet slapping, and could feel every single pulse as more seed splashed into him. The Luxray was virile, but... well, he did say he'd been planning this all night...

Ceylon sat back, still gripping the Lucario with his front paws, panting heavily. He gave a few more bucks up into him, these slower but each one just as firm. Nature heard him give an extra loud purr, claws digging into the Lucario's back.

"Ahhh... c'mon, pretty... keep goin'..."

Nature bit his lip. "Keep...?"

Ceylon's voice was deep, insistent. There was a growl behind every word. "I'm not letting you stop until I've felt that rear clench around me, and your cum has messed up these covers." Claws teased at his fur. "Now be a good waiter...."

He shuddered, closing his eyes, feeling the Luxray press that shaft back inside him. Oh... so much... too much, did he need it....

Pressing back down again, he matched Ceylon's next thrust, earning a purr of appreciation from the feline. Back up, and down... and up... and down....

Each time, those pleasures. And all the while, the Luxray was grasping his rear, moving him too, guiding the Lucario in each motion.

Abandon subtlety. Abandon slow and sensual. Give into need.

Nature swallowed, and pressed his rear down forcefully. Before Ceylon could guide him back up, he'd already done it, and then repeat. Faster and faster, pursuing each pleasure, the Lucario basked in the feelings coursing through him. The Luxray was as hard as ever, and those barbs didn't cease their dragging across his insides. The tapered shaft still throbbed, and Nature hilted it each time, each time grinding his rear against the Luxray's crotch. So much....

Too much... too... much....

His shaft jumped again. Ceylon purred more loudly, giving a gasp, and - that's all Nature heard before it got too much. Desire exploded in his mind, and he shouted in ecstasy. He felt his cock jump, pulsate, and through slitted eyes he watched a flash of white, his own seed in mid-air. The orgasm ran rampant through his body, making his fur stand on end, his mind swimming....

Still panting, Nature was pulled back, and he yelped as the shaft was driven back inside him as deep as it could go. His body still tingling, he watched more of his cum spurt out and splash over his own belly. His paws spasmed, and he closed his eyes again as the Luxray chuckled, the feline's shaft still twitching deep inside that rear. Nature felt everything now, his body shaking as the sensations went into overdrive.

"Damn, ya pretty thing" Ceylon was saying into one of Nature's ears, laid back against his head. "You always make the cutest noises when you cum...." He lifted Nature up before thrusting back into him. "And you feel so amazing when you do, too... gah...." Again, another thrust. Nature was breathless, staring down at the Luxray's hips pressed against his own. The orgasm was sliding into the afterglow, and he stared down at his shaft. Another, final spurt of cum that trickled down the pink flesh...

Nature's mouth hung open. His breath was shaky, body still wracked with the ravages of that lustful pursuit. A wave of tiredness overcame him, and he slumped back against the Luxray with a loud exhale.

Ceylon chuckled, wrapping his paws around Nature's waist. "There you go... very nice... verrrrry nice..." He nibbled at Nature's ear, causing the canine to jerk for a moment - but only for a moment. Nature was aware that his tail was wagging too, slapping against the Luxray each time.

They cuddled there for several quiet minutes. Nature didn't care about the silence - it was hardly awkward. The Luxray's grasp made him feel safe, and his presence, well... honoured, would that be the word?

The light was growing. The icy blue was creeping along the sky, casting pale grey light across the room now. Nature felt slightly light, with a vague buzz in his limbs. He'd stayed up all night before... it wasn't a new feeling to him. It was strange. He felt... alive.

Ceylon tightened his grip. Nature squeaked, the movement coming as a surprise, eliciting a chuckle from the feline.

"Gah, you're so adorable..."

Nature bit his lip, blushing, a laugh escaped his mouth. His mind began to wander again. He clenched his paws, and shifted around, turning to face his lover.

"Thank you..." he said, and bit his lip again, huddled against the Luxray's fur.

"Pah..." Ceylon replied, drawing his head back to look at him better. The yellow irises seemed to gleam. "You were the waiter..."

Nature laughed again, slightly more nervously this time. "No... not for that..."

Ceylon was quiet as Nature looked at him in his eyes.

"For... everything you've done. Without you, I wouldn't have- ...I wouldn't be who I am today...."

"Psh. You have plenty of people who've made you who you are today, and the most important one is yourself. Don't thank me. Realise who you are and what you've done."

"Ceylon, you know what I'm talking about... if it hadn't been for you, I..."

"Shhhh..." Ceylon was suddenly a lot calmer. His usual outgoing, boisterous attitude evaporated. Nature blinked, swallowing a lump in his throat.

The Luxray smiled at him kindly. "All I did was tell a worried little boy that it gets better."

Nature buried his head into the Luxray's neck. It would hide his wet eyes, at least.

"Seems I was right, too." He said, and shifted his body, curling one front paw further over the Lucario's back. Nature relaxed in the Luxray's firm, warm grip.

"Now..." Ceylon continued after a few moments. Nature blinked from somewhere half-buried in the Luxray's mane.

"Hm...?"

"Just wondering..."

"What...?" Nature asked, an ear twitching.

Ceylon paused before continuing. "How exactly should we tell Jack we messed up the penthouse room...?"

Nature coughed out a laugh, and drew his head back, watching Ceylon fail to stifle a giggle. He pressed his head back against him, and they cuddled tightly.

"Thank you, Lewis." Nature said, his voice just louder than a whisper. Ceylon purred.

"My absolute pleasure, Nature."