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What Brother Doesn't Know

"I'm going to freaking kill you!"

The roar of rage was all the warning I got before my bedroom door crashed open. I finished the note I was making from my economics textbook and spun my

chair slowly to face my older brother, Gabe. Tanned and toned arms crossed over a rumpled black t-shirt, his bushy brows furrowed as he fixed me with a glare.

"What can I do for you, oh honored older sibling?" I leaned back like some CEO in his office.

He jabbed a finger at me, taking a step inside my room. I frowned. Must be serious for him to so casually violate our, 'stay out of each other's space' treaty.

"You messed up my save file!" He held his thumb and forefinger an inch apart. "I was this close to beating the temple demon, but nooo, you couldn't let me have that, could you?"

Oops. I played it off with a shrug. "I was just helping you out. You've been cursing at the TV for the past week." It was also my favourite boss fight in Hellweavers: Crucible of Souls. The idea of lording the victory over Gabe had been the primary motivator though.

"Duh, that thing's a bitch, but I was this close! The whole point of the game is to triumph against overwhelming odds, and you stole mine!" He cracked his knuckles with an ominous pop pop pop. "So, what do you have to say for yourself?"

"Sorry for helping you? If you want, I can just speedrun another save to that point again and—"

He shook his head. "Not good enough. I can hear your insincerity. I think we need to have a little sparring session to make up for this."

"What, beating up on Micaiah is going to help you feel better?"

"Nah, it's not about that. I just need to blow off some steam, and so does Kivo." He poked my shoulder, lightly spinning me in my chair. "I could always beat up on YOUR ass instead."

"Pass. Besides," I nodded at my textbook, "kinda busy here?"

"You said your essay isn't due til next week."

"Yeah, but... Studying is a thing for more than just the night before your exam, y'know."

"Pfft, nerd." Reaching down he flipped my book closed. "C'mon, you can do that later. If you get any pastier from lack of sun someone's going to put a stake in you."

I rolled my eyes. If I didn't agree, he'd keep pestering me. He was like a houndour with a bone when he got worked up.

"Whatever. Let's get this over with." I stood and followed him out into the upper hallway of our shared home. Well, more like Gabe's home, which he so graciously let me reside in so I didn't have to pay for a campus dorm. We walked downstairs into the kitchen of the small rented townhouse, which connected to the rest of the first floor in an open floor plan. From the adjoining lounge room dominated by Gabe's excessively large flatscreen (currently on the pause screen of Hellweavers), a large figure looked up at us from the couch. A pointed muzzle sniffed at the air, the feral features adorned with short, dark blue fur on top; golden-cream fuzz under the chin and down the neck; small, triangular ears, and intense red eyes that looked in our direction.

"Typh."

Gabe waved at the lounging typhlosion. "C'mon bud, let's head out back and have ourselves a little sparring match." He glanced back at me. "Where's Micaiah?"

"Already outside I think." Our small, unkempt backyard held a tiny pond—probably meant for fish or something, but Gabe had never bothered with that—which my marill liked to hang out in, especially on nice days.

"You really gotta give her more exercise, Reed. She's probably bored too. Would be good for you also."

"Uh-huh." Kivo had risen from the couch and was lumbering over to join us. Powerful, toned muscle rippled with every step of his staunch hinds, that lithe form honed from years of constant training on the gym circuit. My brother had never quite made it to champion level, but he'd been close, and it showed in his partner. Typhlosions naturally tended towards pudgy from what I'd seen. Not Kivo—a bit of extra padding on the belly to be sure, accenting that thick and lustrous fur, but the sort of padding one might see on a dock worker or other heavy laborer covering densely packed core strength. To top it off, the 'mon towered over most other members of his species, closer in height to Gabe's near six feet than my portly five-six. His eyes met mine and I looked away quickly. I hadn't been staring, I hadn't!

"—could even go to the local battle club and get some practice in. I know you don't want to do the whole gym thing, but I bet she'd have fun. They enjoy it when it's about competing, not territory or ladies or whatever in the wild, right Kivo?" Gabe hadn't stopped walking and was opening the back door leading out into our tiny yard.

"Typh." The big fire type nodded, though I could see in my peripheral his eyes were still on me. A small shiver ran down my spine, and I hurried to join Gabe outside with Kivo following behind me.

The afternoon sun made me squint through my glasses, summer heat rippling across my skin. Sure enough, Micaiah bobbed in the small pond, her round ears poking up over its stone rim. She let out a little cry of greeting as we approached. I knelt down next to the water, holding a hand out to help her out.

"Hey Micaiah, sorry to interrupt your sunbathing." I glanced over at Gabe, who'd squared off in a martial arts stance and was faking jabs at Kivo, the typhlosion blocking with deft paws and a blasé expression on his muzzle. "The royal nitwit wants us to spar with Kivo for a bit. You up for it?"

She grabbed my hand, her small paw damp and cool against my palm, and pulled herself out onto the grass. Shaking off some of the water, she looked up at me, then over at Kivo. Her tail quivered. "Marill?"

"Yeah, I agree. But you know he'll play nice. Only if you want to do it though."

The diminutive 'mon bounced from one foot to the other, then set herself and nodded, giving me a little pump of her tiny fist. I smiled. We weren't fighters, but I couldn't fault her spirit.

We squared off across the yard in the standard trainer battle formation, the fence serving to divide our property from the neighbours and the lesser-used back road offering just enough space. Gabe held up three fingers from his place behind Kivo. "Okay, couple things. Obviously don't go nuts, since we're not using a containment field and we don't want to wreck the place. Second, I'm going to keep us to tier one and two moves to keep it fair."

I nodded. Micaiah wasn't strong enough for anything beyond a tier two anyway, and only knew one technique in that class: Bubblebeam. Gabe had been the one to set me up with her as a companion, several years back, and had taught me what attacks she'd be likely to have experience with.

"Last, give it your best shot! I wanna see what you can do." He directed this more at Michaiah, and she gave a happy, "Rill!" in response. Despite her apprehension, she seemed to be getting revved up, bouncing from foot to foot and waving her little arms. Maybe Gabe was right.

"Alright, let's do this! Kivo, strategy six for now."

Gabe stood back; his arms crossed as the two pokémon advanced towards each other. Even though I knew Kivo would never actually hurt Micaiah, the sight of the massive creature towering over my little friend sent butterfrees looping through my stomach. I guess it was true what they said about 'mon and trainer looking alike. Gabe's athletic form matched that of Kivo's—though far less impressive with his lack of flame jets and whatnot, not to mention the typhlosion's natural grace. Meanwhile, Michaiah's rounded pudge mirrored my less than in-shape self, which I'd sculpted from weekends of snacks and video games rather than travelling through the wilds and sparring in gyms.

"Uh…" My voice cracked a bit, and I swallowed past the dryness in my throat. Darn salty coastal air. "Give him the bubbles, Michaiah."

She faltered in her step but gathered her tail under her and used it as a spring to bounce to the side, angling for Kivo's flank. A stream of bubbles spewed from her mouth, much faster than any conventional spume, straight at Kivo's chest.

Gabe didn't even give an order. Kivo dropped to all fours, letting the liquid wave pass over his head and springing forward, closing the gap with Michaiah. She tried to leap away, but he moved like water himself. A tan paw shot out and rapped the marill on the nose. She squeaked—more from surprise than pain—and then they were separated by several feet of ground once more, Kivo leaping back into a guard position in front of Gabe.

"Really? 'Give him the bubbles?' If you don't give her proper directions and coordinate with her, she'll have to decide for herself. You're her eyes, Reed. You've gotta put that big brain to work and help her solve her opponent."

I sighed. He'd never seemed to get it. This was his world, not mine. "Try again, Michaiah. See if you can corner him."

The little water type squared herself off, all but radiating determination. A short, sharp jet shot from her lips, followed by two more in rapid fire, attempting to hedge the bigger 'mon off against the fence. Kivo sidestepped the first and second like a dancer, almost as nimble on his hind paws as he was on all fours. The third he didn't—the cold stream splashing against his chest and leaving droplets beading on his silken fur. He moved before Michaiah could even recover her balance from the recoil of her attacks, darting in and smacking her on the top of the head before once again retreating. A faint wisp of steam rose from Kivo's chest, his fur already dry. The tiny bit of Water Gun had phased him about as much as a refreshing shower; he'd allowed it to hit him just to be a good sport. It was painfully obvious that he was barely trying against his "opponent". Michaiah seemed to know it too, letting out an indignant squeak, to which he responded by shrugging and giving a bass, "Phlo."

"Come on, you're missing out on her potential, dude! Have her use rollout at least."

"I don't think she's learned it yet." Michaiah glanced back at me and shook her head, confirming.

"Seriously? Have you not trained with her at all?"

"Not really." Why would I? She was happy with her sedate and well-fed life, and I was happy not tromping through the woods looking for random wilds or trainers to fight. "This is pointless. We're just making them both frustrated. She can't touch him if he doesn't want her to."

Kivo was scratching under his chin, studying both me and Michaiah in turn. He looked ready to yawn, but he was too polite to show disrespect even in a mockery of a trainer battle. Michaiah tensed. A stream of bubbles erupted out of her straight at the lounging typhlosion, faster and in a wider swath than I'd ever seen from her. Before the last bit of foam had even escaped, she shot forward with a bounce off her tail, trailing stray bubbles.

Kivo could have ducked—probably—but instead he flared his burners with a foosh, a heat-ripple blazing from the sudden conflagration. Even over three meters distant it prickled on my cheeks. Bubbles fizzled out mid flight, evaporated like so much confetti before a forest fire. He caught the flying marill in his forepaws and simply held her, kicking and struggling at arms-length like an angry child. The blaze of his burners winked out, leaving a remnant wave of heat that washed over our little space in a supernova. He was like a samurai from one of those old movies, sheathing his deadly blade the instant it was no longer needed. The perfect warrior, stoic and honourable to a fault.

After a moment, Michaiah's frantic writhing ceased, replaced by slumped dejection. Kivo gently put her on the ground where she sat, tiny arms crossed and ears flat on her rounded head. Gabe let out a long sigh.

"Look, Reed. This is more about you than it is about us. I don't wanna see you… and Michaiah… get stuck into a rut. You've gotta get out there, dude! Experience the world, try new things. Give your partner some damned exercise! She wants it, and you could use it."

"Gee, thanks," I shot back. "Glad to know you're so concerned about my shitty physique."

"I didn't mean—"

"I know what you meant." I took off my glasses and rubbed my eyes. "You don't seem to get that I'm not like you. Some of us aren't suited for that kind of life, and that's okay too."

"Doesn't mean you should just give up and sit on your ass all the time. I know you're working hard on your classes, but seriously dude… You don't go anywhere. Go out and have some fun now and again! Find a girl." He smirked. "Or a dude. Not judging if that's your thing. I honestly don't give a shit."

My heart skipped a beat. He was telling the truth—Gabe was an awful liar, and rarely tried—but there were things he didn't need to know. I settled on deflecting. "You make it sound easy because it is for you. I'm not… well, you."

"Good!" He strode forward, giving Kivo a pat on the shoulder and bending down to ruffle Michaiah's ears, earning a small, despondent squeak. "There's only room for one me. You don't need to be me; you need to be the best you that you can. If you do that, it won't be so hard. You just gotta put yourself out there, dude. Go do stuff that you like. You'll meet people also doing the things that you like. I'm sure there's a nerdy girl or guy out there who'd be happy to hang with a pasty über-dork like you. All you gotta do is try a bit."

This conversation was about as pointless as our 'sparring'. I couldn't fault his reasoning, couched in 'bro-isms' as it was. "Yeah yeah. I've just been really busy with school. Besides, I have friends online."

He shrugged and stood. "They're not getting you laid, are they?" His brow furrowed slightly. "Unless you're doing a long distance whatever and haven't let me in on the big secret? Or doing that… what's it called? Online rolling?"

"You're disgusting, and it's called, 'roleplay'. But no." Though I had browsed some forums with some… interesting topics. Not something Gabe needed to know. "Seriously, I'm good. Like, super good."

He smirked. "Fine, if you're happy jerking it to porn. Just saying, if you want me to hook you up, I might know some—" He cut off at my exasperated sigh. "Alright, alright! Easy there, you sound like a wheezing!" He turned, waving to Kivo. "C'mon bud, let's go hit the gym. Maybe Tracey will be there with Lily, eh?"

Kivo let out a rumble somewhere between acknowledgement and interest, then began following Gabe out from the back yard around to the front of the house. He glanced over his shoulder, first at Michaiah, then to me. Our eyes met, and for an instant I was frozen in place by that intense crimson gaze. He jerked his chin in a short nod, then released me to sag in my posture like a puppet with cut strings.

Gabe called out over his shoulder, "I'll be back by dinnertime, feel free to make whatever. Talk to Michaiah first though. You hurt her feelings, dude. Make it right."

With that, they were gone, leaving me with a tangle of emotions and a still moping marill. If Gabe knew about my true romantic interests… No, even he wouldn't be okay with that. The general idea perhaps, but the specifics? He didn't often get truly angry, and I didn't want to push him there. Besides, where did he get off saying I needed to get out more? My current level of social worked just fine. Sure, a bit more exercise probably wouldn't kill me, but no way was I going to the freaking gym, either the human variety or pokémon trainers'. As for Michaiah… I crossed the lawn and knelt next to her, hesitantly laying a hand on her tiny arm. "Hey, you okay?"

The little water mouse looked up, her ears still down, and gave a soft, "Rill."

"I know, it sucks to be so…" humiliated was probably the wrong choice of words here. "Outmatched. It wasn't fair of Gabe to ask us to spar." I couldn't really fault Kivo. He'd tried not to flaunt his overwhelming advantage in power and experience. It had simply been no contest from the start.

Michaiah shot me a look with narrowed eyes and shook her head—her whole body following in the motion. "Rill! Rill!"

"I know you did your best—"

"Marill!" She shook off my hand and jerked away, crossing her arms. One of her little feet thumped on the ground, a soft huff escaping her. Somehow, I'd fucked up even more by trying to be consoling. What would Gabe do in this situation?

"I get it. I suck. What I said wasn't right. I didn't mean to imply that you're inadequate." I clasped my hands behind my head, thinking back over the brief fight. "You know I'm bad at this kind of thing. Battles just aren't for me. I don't see what's fun about trying to beat the stuffing out of each other, and I'd hate to see you get hurt."

Her posture remained stiff, but some of the anger leaked away. A rounded ear twitched.

"You honestly did amazing, considering I haven't helped you practice at all. Not to mention you're super brave to take on someone like Kivo in the first place." I gave her a smile. "You've got way more guts than me. I can barely look him in the eye."

A tiny paw reached out and patted me on the knee, her usual perky demeanour resurfacing with a soft squeak. "Ari?" She chittered—amusement. "Rill…"

"Well yeah, he's intimidating!" Among other things, but I wasn't sure how much Michaiah knew. Our relationship was more one of cordial co-existence rather than close friendship. She was more a companion than confidante. "Is that something you… want? To practice more?"

She held out a paw, wavering it from side to side, then looked up at me and grinned, patting me on the knee once more. It felt almost… motherly.

"I know we don't really talk about it. I do want you to be happy though. There's that daycare center nearby too. I may not be cut out for the trainer life, but there's more than one way to work off that energy of yours and—" Belatedly I realized how that sounded and nearly bit my tongue, heat rushing to my cheeks that had nothing to do with the temperature. "I didn't mean—"

More chittering laughter—the little 'mon bounced on her tail and spun about on the spot, giving me a huge grin. She waved her paws in a, 'don't worry about it' gesture.

That was another factor though. I shifted. Damned heat was making me sweat something fierce. Michaiah was a fully mature 'mon, despite her size, which meant she probably had the same needs as anyone else. From what I'd read, perhaps doubly so, especially at certain times of the year.

"But uh… The offer stands if you want me to book you in there. So you can um… exercise, not the other thing. If you need the other thing that's fine too of course, I certainly won't stop you. Not that you need my permission or anything. I won't presume either way. Just tell me if you want me to call them up I guess, and—"

"Rill."

I looked back at her and nearly choked. She had one of her paws between her tiny legs, making little circle motions over her crotch. As she met my eyes her grin widened, those little rodent digits disappearing into a barely visible slit, parting that smooth blue skin and revealing a hint of warm pink. I jerked back, averting my eyes, chest tightening. "Got it, point taken. You can take care of yourself."

She chittered again, and from the corner of my eye I caught the motion of her paws raising and wiggling, her meaning adequately conveyed. Come to think of it, she would disappear from time to time, which I usually assumed meant hiding in her pond or somewhere nearby. Certainly, there was nothing to stop her from exploring in town or even in the nearby forest. Who knew what she might get up to while I was in classes too. I trusted her not to do anything crazy, and I would never put her into a ball unless I had to.

"If it's all the same to you, I'm going back in to work on my essay. I'll make curry tonight though, okay?"

"Rill!" She bounced on her tail, gaining enough height to practically be eye-to-eye. Despite her typing, Michaiah loved spicy foods. So did Kivo, though that was much less a surprise, and he seemed to really enjoy it when I cooked. Part of my deal with Gabe—no rent in exchange for taking care of most of the cooking and cleaning. Pretty good arrangement for all of my annoyances with him.

I stood, a grin tugging at my lips. The eye candy around the house made up for a lot of those, as did the chance to mess with Gabe a little. He'd left the game on pause, and there was a pretty sweet weapon in the next area I could loot and sell off before he got back. After all, didn't he love the challenge? He had told me to go do what I liked, so that was practically permission!

Leaving Michaiah to retire back to her pond, I scuttled back to the safety of indoors.

***

"I'm out for the evening. Got a date!"

I glanced up from my phone. I'd come down to the kitchen for a snack and been distracted by some hot gaming news on Blurbl, then grabbed a seat on one of our counter stools with my fizzing glass of cola and chips. "Yeah? Who with?"

"Nunya."

"Who's—" Dammit. My mouth walked into the trap before my brain could stop it.

"Nunya business!" He let out a guffaw as he strode to the sink, poured himself a glass of water and gulped it down. Fitting his claim, he'd dressed up in a collared, green and black shirt over his most stylish pair of form-hugging jeans. Designer sunglasses hung from his collar, and the ensemble came topped by freshly coiffed sandy blonde hair. Had to hand it to him: when he actually tried, he cleaned up nice.

"You dumbus. Whatever. Have fun I guess."

"I will. Try not to burn the place down. Don't even think about touching my save again.

Oh, and keep Kivo company, would you? He's been antsy lately and if he gets too bored, he might go running off to find the nearest wildlife to beat up."

My breath caught. Of course he'd leave Kivo behind on a date, and the typhlosion never stayed in his ball except when necessary. For some reason I'd never considered the possibility of being left alone with him like this. This was the first time Gabe had done so since I'd moved in. What if... No, no, I was overthinking. Kivo probably didn't have any interest in humans, let alone ones of the same gender.

But, what if?

"Yo, Earth paging vampire boy. Did you hear me?"

I blinked and nodded. "Yeah... Sure. No problem."

"Cool. Here." He slapped a couple of bills down on the counter. "I'll even cover pizza for you, since you're helping me out a little."

"Thanks."

"No problem. Later!"

And with that he was gone, breezing out the front door in his typical whirlwind of confidence, leaving me with pizza money, an empty house, and one extremely attractive pokémon.

Who was I kidding? Nothing was going to happen. What had my prof called it? Post hoc ergo propter hoc? The fallacious assumption that my desire had influenced events. Even in the unlikely scenario that Kivo held any such proclivity, I'd be taking a risk. Gabe would actually commit murder if he found out. Not that there was any reason for him to find out, unless Kivo told him, but that assumed anything was going to happen which it clearly wasn't, and—

"Typh?"

I almost fell out of my bar stool, catching myself on the counter last second. Kivo stood in the kitchen doorway, head cocked, a quizzical, "The fuck's up with you?" look on his face.

I flapped my hand in a vague gesture and stood. "I'm good, thanks for asking. Um... Seems like we're on our own for the evening. You uh... Want pizza?"

"Phlo." He nodded.

"Cool. I'll put the order in soon."

But, what if?

Kivo paid me little further mind, lumbering past to the sink, where, much like Gabe had done moments before, he grabbed a glass of water, the faucet no trouble for him with his dexterous paws. Unlike Gabe, he washed the glass after he was done, placing it delicately in the drying rack. What a gentleman.

I tore my eyes away and back to my phone, loathe to be caught staring. Above all else, I needed to play this cool. Like a beartic—no, a freaking cryogonal. Question was, how did one... do that? My dating experience was stuck on level one and hadn't been tested since high school.

Wait, did that mean I was going for it? Did I dare?

My oblivious companion of the evening had already trundled off to the lounge, plunked himself on the couch and filled the room with noise from the TV. He flipped to some battle coverage channel and sat back, the coiled sinew of his shoulders marginally relaxing beneath the blue fur. Even at rest Kivo bore a look like a coiled spring, that battle-honed form always prepared to leap into action. Such power, such raw masculine energy...

Maybe I had a slight thing for hunks. If I didn't take this chance which Arceus himself had descended from Spear Pillar to present to me, I'd regret it later.

The ice in my drink popped, and I blinked. My phone screen had gone dark with inactivity. I unlocked it, opened the browser app again and started to type a search query.

'How to let him know you're interested'.

No. Most of the results were oriented at girls seeking guys. I modified the search with 'gay'. Nope, that was worse—mostly clickbait and a personals site. 'Dating advice for guys seeking guys' offered a few interesting tips, but then devolved into a lot of generic things that were not my forte. 'Engage in the conversation'. 'Steady eye contact'. 'Find common interests to discuss'. Wasn't there like a, 'Top ten ways to come on to a pokémon?' list? My fingers hovered over the digital keys. Nope, that was not a good diggersby hole to dive into, despite some of the... questionable sites I'd visited in the past. But that left me still at square zero with no clue how to proceed. The smutty stories I'd indulged in probably weren't exactly brimming with actionable advice...

Pizza. I'd think better with a full stomach, and it would take a good thirty minutes to get here. I dialed them up, put in an order for two large, then grabbed my drink and chips and left Kivo to his sports channel to go find Michaiah. She probably couldn't help me in this regard, nor did I intend to ask her, but she deserved to know what I had on my mind at least, to prevent any... awkwardness. Wouldn't that just be a treat, getting a chance with Kivo only to have her wander in?

She lay on her back in the pond as usual, rolling a bit towards me with a lazy, “Rill?" as I approached. The late afternoon sun glistened off her round, wet belly, making her almost look like a colourful pool toy.

“Hey Michaiah. Gabe's out for the evening. Just me and you and Kivo. Gonna get pizza. That cool with you?"

She bobbed in place—a nod with her full body. “Marill!"

“Great. But uh... There's something else you should know."

Her ears flicked, and she rotated herself upright so that only her head poked above the surface, buoyed up by her flotation bulb.

I shot a glance back at the open back door, then leaned in closer to whisper, “I'm hoping to uh... Do a thing. Y'know, a private thing. While Gabe's out."

Bubbles rose from the water—a snort. She was smirking. “Rillll?"

“So... Yeah. I was hoping you wouldn't mind... Giving me a bit of space? I won't ask you to go into your ball, but I'm not really sure if my room is going to be um... vacant."

Those sensitive ears flicked, and that smirk definitely grew. “Marill! Riiiilll." She raised her little arms up in a 'rawr' gesture, then mimicked a phoosh of flames. “Ari?"

My cheeks heated. She already knew and was asking out of courtesy. “I'm that obvious, huh? Well, at least Gabe doesn't seem to have noticed, and neither has Kivo. I'm hoping that latter part changes tonight."

“Arill!" She surged out of the water so fast, I fell back on my ass with a yelp. Her stubby arms wrapped around my arm in a hug, her cool skin dampening my mostly hairless forearms. Stepping back, she fixed me with a sly smile. “Rill?" Those innocent little paws took my hand, lifted it, and rubbed circles on my palm. Then they curled around my fingers, tugging me towards the house.

“Ari!"

“No no, that's alright. I uh... don't think I need a wingman." I resisted the pull, which only made her stop trying and switch to making a very lewd gesture while winking at me. Where was a good hole to crawl into when you needed one? “Look, I'll tell you how it goes later, okay? Promise." Just not with any details, geez! I wasn't sure I liked this 'thirsty' side of Michaiah. But at least I could trust her not to blab to Kivo on my 'behalf' before I was ready, right?

My reassurance seemed to placate her, and she shrugged before stepping back to the edge of the pond. She pointed at herself, then the water, then made a, 'stay' gesture.

I nodded. “Thanks. You're too good to me, you know that?"

She waved off the praise, her smirk returning as she waggled a paw at me. “Riiiillll!"

“I know, I know. If anything happens, I'll spill. It's not like it's a sure thing."

Another wink, and she stuck one of her little pawtips in her mouth, suckled on it, then popped it free with a wet smack.

I stood with a sigh. Well, her confidence was a little reassuring. If only I could share it. “I'll bring out a plate for you once the pizza is here. And... Thanks."

Splash. She was already back in the water, waving me on with a lazy paw.

One obstacle down. Next one wouldn't be nearly so easy.

But first, I had just enough time to grab a shower before the pizza arrived. After all, one thing I could certainly take from Gabe's example was to look my best. I had a date too.

He just didn't know it yet.

***

Some twenty minutes later (after bringing the promised plate out to Michaiah,) I joined Kivo in the lounge bearing plates, napkins, and two steaming hot pizzas. My hair remained a tad damp from the shower, and I resisted the urge to swipe my fingers through it after setting everything down on the glass-topped coffee table. I'd put on my nicest 'casual' outfit—a pair of dark, almost too-tight jeans Gabe had given me as a birthday present which bore stylish rips in true streetwear vogue, and a light grey polo shirt that consisted of one of my few collared options. Kivo might not notice or care, but at least it made me feel more like an acceptable—if not attractive—member of the human race.

Kivo acknowledged the food with an eager grunt and swiped half a pie onto one of the plates before I even sat down. I raised an eyebrow. "Leave some for the rest of us, will ya?"

Predictably, he shrugged. Well I'd bought two large for a reason. Kivo's appetite matched his large frame.

"Want a drink?"

"Phlo."

"Uh… Sorry, I'm not Gabe. Is that a yes?"

He nodded and mimed raising a glass to his lips.

"Cool. Water?"

"Ty." Another nod. I hustled back to the kitchen and retrieved a glass for each of us—water for the pokémon, soda for me. After handing off the drink, I filled my own plate and settled down on the opposite end of the couch from the lounging pokémon. There were no other options as Gabe hadn't invested in additional furniture yet, which forced us into semi-proximity. Was that a good thing? Perhaps for my purposes. Even with a full cushion's distance between us, sharing the couch felt intentional enough to buoy my jangling nerves. Plus, I could sit at an angle and see both Kivo and the TV at the same time.

The sports program Kivo had been watching ended over the first few bites of pizza, and Kivo nudged the remote across the table towards me with a grunt. I glanced over at him to find an expectant look directed my way.

"I get to pick? You sure?"

"Typh." A shrug. Something like, 'I picked last,' maybe. I grabbed the remote and flipped to the guide channel, only half watching as myriad options scrolled by. This could be a good chance to set something up, right? I could pick something Kivo liked and ingratiate myself a bit, even if watching the battle circuit generally bored me. Or I could find a movie. Something ideal for cuddling, or just an excuse to find some common ground. He probably didn't share my taste for sci-fi, did he? If this were a cheesy porno, I could switch it to a nature channel, which would oh-so-conveniently have a section on pokémon mating, and—

Kivo cleared his throat and I nearly jumped. Right. Pick something. New episode of Goldenrod 11? Perfect. I flipped to the channel—currently on commercials—and sat back. Everyone liked a good cop comedy, right? The choice seemed to work for Kivo, who polished off the last of his five slices and reached for more by the time the show's intro had finished playing.

I stole glances across the cushions as we filled our bellies and took in the antics of the 'GPD' on-screen. Was that boredom on his muzzle? Contentment? Rather cute the way he held a napkin so daintily between his claws to dab the grease from his mouth. Come to think of it, most of his actions seemed that way. A combination of his size and the measured grace with which he moved. Easy for him to break things with his strength, so perhaps he'd developed a reserved method for interacting with the world.

Don't stare, don't stare. I forced my eyes back to the screen, pushed up my glasses and downed my soda. There had to be a way to work up to this, right? I could start scooting myself closer maybe or try starting some conversation. Gabe's unwillingness to buy a translator proved a mixed blessing. We couldn't truly talk, which left it to me to drive any attempt at conversation forward. Not my forte, but also kept things relatively under my control in that regard. Not that Kivo had ever seemed like much of a 'talker'. Michaiah was downright bubbly in comparison.

Did I just… straight up tell him? 'Hey dude, no homo or anything, but I'd really love to get on my knees and wrap my mouth around your cock.' The absurdity made me snort—thankfully disguised as a reaction to the show. At worst I'd get an emphatic 'no', and risk him looking at me as a filthy degenerate or something. But at the same time, I didn't hold anywhere near the sheer bombast to straight up say it out loud. There was a good reason I never played charisma-based characters. On the other hand, if I continued not to act on my desires, I'd either go crazy or continue kicking myself for not trying.

Kivo sprawled like a king—tall enough to spread his forelimbs across the back of the couch and recline into its softness, subjecting the cushions to bow beneath his muscular bulk. Such an inviting, fuzzy curve… The way his sleek shoulders and chest widened out over his tan-furred belly just enough to hint at softness beneath while maintaining an aura of power… My fingers twitched. What would it be like to stroke through that fur? Trail across it, dig down to the warm skin beneath, find places to make him twitch and groan, before wandering down, down… That forbidden swath between his thighs couldn't be more prominent, yet so elegantly subtle. A heavy, tan-furred sheath protruding over a tight-tucked scrotum, orange-sized bulges proclaiming his virility while—

Without a care in the world, Kivo reached down and gave his fuzzy balls a scratch, lightly bouncing that full pouch. I must have made a sound, as he glanced over at me with a curious tilt to his head. Oh hell, was I staring? I tried to look away, but those crimson eyes trapped me, his sudden attention boring deep into my skull. Kivo's nostrils flared, that pointed muzzle twitching. Anger? No, a deep, contemplative inhalation. Another. His gaze flicked down, then locked on mine once more. Feral lips quirked upward.

"Phlo."

"S-sorry, I—"

The king silenced me with a sharp shake of his head, that smirk widening—a new expression I'd never seen on him before. Perhaps one he wore in battle against an opponent he knew he could easily best. He patted the couch cushion next to him.

Pat pat pat.

Noise from the TV faded into meaningless garble, lost in the pounding of my heart. Was this real right now? Did I fall into a pizza coma?

"Typh." Pat pat pat.

Fuck. Why was I suddenly sweating from every pore? I wiped my hands on my pants. C'mon, dude, pull it together and be confident. What would Gabe do? Well, he wouldn't try to bang his own pokémon partner most likely, but that aside—

Pat. Pat. Pat.

My butt barely cleared the cushions as I scooched over. Lightheaded, heart in the throat, churning guts… Yeah, confidence had left the building ten minutes ago. I settled with a comfortable hand's-breadth between my and Kivo's thigh, huddling up so as not to accidentally brush against him without consent. Heat radiated across my left side from the giant furred beast next to me. So near, he seemed oh-so-much bigger, especially with much of his height in the torso area, allowing him to tower over me on the couch while my legs dangled to the floor.

His forelimb draped over my shoulders and pulled me in. Short, silken fur… Hard muscle… Claws gripping my bicep with just a hint of firmness… An aroma like burnt cardamom touched with charcoal and sweat… My cheek pressed against his chest, heat blossoming through my face from that roaring inferno deep inside him. Oh god, oh shit, oh wow...

I was probably starting to hyperventilate. Just breathe. Take it in. I was cuddled up with Kivo. It was real. He'd somehow figured out what I wanted and taken the initiative, which meant… What? Was he just humoring me? Did he want this too? Was this purely platonic, or did he have other thoughts on his mind? He smelled amazing. Could I go ahead and… Mmmm… He didn't so much as twitch when I tilted my chin back to bury my nose in his clavicle. Was that a good thing? Through the fresh fog on my glasses he seemed to be watching the TV again, and—

A paw seized my wrist and guided it down. Soft, toasty fur met my palm, sheathing a generous curve of muscle that… Oh god, my hand was on his thigh. We had definitive not-so-innocent contact. His grip on my wrist firmed, then released. Permission, and something more… A demand.

So, he wasn't simply humoring me.

I should say something, but words had left the building with confidence. Well, far be it from me to ignore a free win! That fur proved as plush as it looked, gliding beneath my digits. My fingertips drew little paths up the arc of his thigh, over the gentle rise and fall of his belly, caught for a moment on the hard line of a scar, then circled back down. Here lay something warmer, a mini furnace attached to the greater kiln of his body. My hand described tiny orbits around the typhlosion's gut. Did I dare to go further? From the corner of my eye I caught a flash of crimson and ivory. A toothy grin while he tried to pretend not to notice the increasingly flustered human feeling him up.

Hell yes I dared. Trembling from head to toe with lines of sweat tracing down my sides, I cupped that magnificent package. My hand fit around the fuzzy tube of his sheath, but only barely, fingertips brushing thumb. I could only compare it to my own, and it was at once familiar and strange—this spongy, furred tube hid its treasure within, surely bestial in nature, yet the pleasant glide of loose skin over firm flesh offered an intimate sensation any guy could appreciate. With a protective sheath like this, everything inside would be incredibly sensitive from what I'd read, and slow, gentle strokes should… There. It stirred to life, roused by my tentative exploration, a hint of pink taper emerging from the now slightly firmer sheath.

"Ty."

It was little more than a grunt, but I caught his drift. This was a two-hand job. Leaning further over, I weighed his sac with my right while lightly pumping my left. Heavy, hot. Downy fluff tickled my hand, those snug orbs rolling across my palm, too large for me to hold both at once. How pent up was he? Did he see to his own needs on the regular? Gabe set him up as a breeding stud every now and then, but surely a stud like Kivo would require much, much more.

His sheath swelled in my grip, molten blood flush with building libido pulsing under my perspiration slick fingers. I swallowed past the dryness in my mouth and didn't cease my inexperienced fondling. More and more and more… A graceful, pink spire jutted forth, smooth and lightly curved towards his belly. Veins patchworked that rosy flesh, steady throbs resonating through even as the sheath grew too fat for me to wrap my hand around. Before my gawking stare, a dribble of clear liquid trickled from the narrow tip and runnelled down that gorgeous conical expanse. A glistening line marking Kivo's maleness—like an erotic hint of further delights to come.

Painfully aware of my own pants tent, I continued stroking and teasing those hefty orbs, mindful to keep my hand on the sheath and not risk damaging this lovely example of masculine pride. By the time it ceased growing, my hand only fit halfway around the base, each pulse of the stud's mighty shaft thrumming against my palm, and that leaking tip twitched nearly the length of my forearm up his belly. Kivo certainly packed equipment to match the rest of him.

My voice shook as words found me again. Was I trembling too, or was it just the effect of touching the incredible beast before me? "Bet you're popular with the ladies."

"Phlo." He'd abandoned the pretense of watching the TV—commercials now, from the sound of it—and that smirk asserted itself full force. His forelimbs splayed over the back of the couch again, the king content to allow me freedom with his intimate parts and all supreme confidence that I would serve him without need for forceful encouragement.

"Yeah, and not just the ladies," I muttered. He'd clocked me alright. Service this stud I would, and damn if I wasn't about to jizz my pants at the very idea. No need to hide the fact and might as well enjoy every second of it!

Keeping my hands at his crotch, I slid off the couch and onto my knees between his spread thighs—a proper position to worship this incredible, sexy creature. I leaned in, drawing a deep breath. Burnt cardamom again, but now tempered by something like cinnamon and underscored by… something else. Heavy, potent, clean. Salt and saffron. Musk. Male. The heady aroma of Kivo's arousal. Ohhh… The fuzz of his balls tickled my nose, but I didn't care. Hot damn, more of that please! Almost dizzying. Like the time I'd sucked helium but so, so much better. The bridge of my nose was damp—his sweat or mine, I couldn't tell and didn't care. That scent flashed through me, stirring a twitch in my pants. Fog obscured my sight, the heat radiating off him akin to a sauna. Shuddering, deep breaths, nose buried beneath his sack, fresh doses wafting into my lungs, that silken fur gliding beneath my tongue as I tasted around the sphere of Kivo's left testicle…

A rumble—approval from above. Gasping, I pulled back just enough to blink away the lusty haze, then plunged in once more, massaging Kivo's weighty orbs as I nuzzled the base of his spire. Had any other male ever pleasured him like this? Didn't matter, I was the lucky one who had the chance, and comparison wouldn't help me get him off. Sweltering flesh met my tongue, that spicy, rugged scent urging me on in a lick from base to summit. Salt and cinnamon hit my taste buds—that bit of sticky pre whet my appetite for more. I glanced up, met that ruby gaze: it held approval, and command.

I obeyed.

For the first time, I wrapped my lips around the head of a cock, and one of a different species no less. Whatever my expectations were, it didn't meet them. Heat pulsed through my lips and across my tongue, waves matching the steady thrum of life rushing through that mighty organ. A savoury hint rolled down my tongue, little remnants of his viscous pleasure, but overall, he just tasted… clean. Hot, unsullied masculinity to match the heavenly odour filling my nose. Could you smell testosterone? If so, I could definitely get high on it. I tried a little bob, sliding my lips across throbbing flesh until my gag reflex warned me off. Not bad—a few inches at least. The taper made things a bit easier, and maybe I could make up for inexperience with enthusiasm?

More pre bubbled up and I gulped it down, earning a pleased grunt. Hands, yes. Those could fill in where my mouth lacked. Settling for nursing on what I could manage, I began to pump his sheath between my palms, mirroring the one-handed methods I employed in my 'private time'. Kivo shifted and leaned forward, granting me a better angle between his spread thighs, my forehead pressing into his gut with each little movement. My jeans were making their tight fit uncomfortably known, but I didn't dare let go of my prize to deal with the problem. Hell, even if Gabe walked in right now, I probably wouldn't stop.

Soft huffs and mutters joined the regular rise and fall of Kivo's belly as I pleasured him, a three-fingered paw scratching lightly over my scalp. Encouragement—the king wanted more of what I could give, and I would happily provide. Working my tongue proved tricky while continuing to bob my head, but the results seemed worthwhile; a tightened grip in my hair, and a fresh stream of that spicy pre-cum. Or maybe it was from hugging his sheath a bit tighter, pumping the loose skin over his spire with a tad more vigor. Kivo didn't thrust into my mouth—he probably knew that wouldn't end well for either of us—but the little twitches shuddering through his bulky frame spoke to barely restrained desire. What would that be like? To let him just… use me, force this monster of a breeding tool down my throat and fuck my face with all his strength…

A bit too ambitious. I gagged as the leaking cocktip prodded the entrance to my throat. Kivo tried to jerk back, but I grabbed his thighs and kept my mouth wrapped around him. Our eyes met through fogged lenses as I heaved steadying breaths through my nose, fresh doses of musk dancing across my palate. Concern? Yes, but also arousal. His muzzle parted, half smiling, half panting. Pre painted my tongue, soothing my aggravated throat. A pair of paws grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down, down… until I almost choked again on that leaking head. He held me there, testing my limits, those paws iron firm while I struggled to get enough humid, piquant air past my mouthful. After a moment, the urge to gag went away, and I loosened the death grip I'd accidentally latched onto his thighs. He didn't seem to mind. With a little grunt, he let go of my head, permitting me to back off a bit and swallow another zesty dose of his fluids.

My hands found the warm, silky shaft of his sheath once more, one slipping lower to fondle those heavy balls. Tight-stretched fuzz coursed beneath my fingertips, the packed pouch quivering at my touch. He must be getting close, right? How would he like it? If the videos I'd seen were any indication... I redoubled my efforts to please, jerking his sheath two-handed in short, rapid pumps that bounced against his generous orbs. Meaty, wet plaps joined the rhythm, somehow louder and more vibrant than the drone of the TV. My chest heaved, heartbeat hammering in my ears, sweat soaking my shirt as I engulfed every inch of typhlosion cock I could take. I'd never wanted anything more than to earn Kivo's climax.

A soft growl rattled through the mighty beast. He twitched, hips spasming as primal breeding instincts called him to rut the willing hole in front of him. Every breath I took in came laden with his heady scent. Salty pre gushed steady across my taste buds with a hint of cinnamon on every swallow. This incredible creature, this stud, wanted to grace me with his seed. I moaned around his pulsing rod, heedless of how much of a gay stereotype it might make me seem. Sucking dick for a big, powerful male like this fucking ruled, and who cared if he knew? By the way his paws latched back onto my skull, he approved of my wordless submission. If I could just hold out a bit more, no matter how tired my hands were getting, or how sore my stretched jaw.

C'mon. C'mon big guy. I couldn't say it with my mouth, but I pleaded with my eyes, offered subservience with my lips and hands. If only I could take more—maybe with a bit more practice... A little more, just a little more… Stroking, sucking, groaning and cajoling him to give it to me...

Kivo's cock swelled, filling my mouth just a little bit more. His eyes closed, a series of huffing grunts rattling him as that iron grasp seized my head and drove me into his crotch. I barely had time to hold my breath before the first mighty gush shot forth, spraying the back of my throat and filling my already stuffed mouth with hot, salty cream. If he hadn't prepared me before I would have choked, but I managed to swallow once, twice… The third shot up my nose and I jerked back, snorting, eyes watering. Nowhere to go, those paws had me stuck! More and more spicy seed pumped from that mighty phallus, flooding my cheeks until the excess burst the seal of my lips and ran down my chin. With burning lungs, I gulped and gulped, heavy, sticky liquid sliding down my throat to rest as a warm pool in my belly, a seemingly impossible load, my vision fuzzing behind the fog of my lenses until that unrelenting grip loosened…

I fell onto my butt, gasping and coughing, my back hitting the coffee table and rattling the dishes. Sweltering liquid sprayed my face, painting it sticky. A second, weaker shot hit my shirt. Then, it was over, Kivo's final dribbling progeny beading over that twitching, graceful taper and sliding down his slick length. I blinked away tears and spots. Did that just happen? Had I just...? Something sticky on my brow. I wiped it away, catching it before it could get into my eye. My fingers came away glistening with sweat and viscous, white liquid.

Yup, definitely real. Holy. Shit.

Kivo's paw descended, patting my head in soothing circles, a rumble of query rising from the big 'mon. I raised a hand in a thumbs up, still struggling to sort out more advanced functions like speech. My nose and throat burned, my jaw and knees ached, and my ass and back smarted a bit from falling back into the table. As the fog cleared from my glasses, I noticed my shirt was soaked in sweat and stained in more than one spot by Kivo's generous output. Meanwhile, my pants had escaped unscathed, except that my underwear felt awfully damp, and my crotch decidedly tacky. I'd actually cum just from sucking him off.

Glancing up, I met the concern in that crimson gaze with a wide grin. It took a couple tries to clear my throat enough to speak, the last of that piquant savour sliding down to join the molten goodness resting in my stomach. "Hot damn, that was freakin' awesome!"

Kivo snorted—a laugh—and ruffled my hair. His shaft had begun to retreat, sliding back into its fuzzy home, carnal needs satiated… for now. I couldn't help myself. Surging forward, I wrapped my lips around it, rolling his still-hefty nuts in my palms as I suckled that shrinking cock and cleaned up after myself like a good little slut. I was sticky. I was dirty. I had a penis between my lips for only the second time. And it felt right. Kivo grunted something that sounded amused and a bit surprised, and I pulled off with a sigh, allowing his freshly polished maleness to recede with a last longing look. I needed more. Just… after a moment to properly catch my breath.

I leaned back against the coffee table and adopted a slightly more comfortable position with my legs crossed. I was at least that flexible. Behind us, the TV had changed to some other show with lots of action—bullets and revving car engines filled the room. I grabbed the remote and switched it off. How long had we been occupied? Twenty minutes? It felt like an hour, but I wasn't going to give myself that much credit.

"So…" The word hung in the air while I searched for a follow-up. Kivo reverted to his reclined posture, eying me with that cocky grin once more asserting itself. What was one supposed to say in this instance? I'd already told him what I felt about what had just happened. "You knew? Was I that obvious?"

He shrugged, then shook his head. "Ty." A paw rose, tapped his nose, then pointed at me. Pointed down at my crotch. He tapped his nose again and winked. "Typh."

I grunted. Duh, of course he'd smell when I got aroused. Even non-canine pokémon had far better sense than a human, and it wouldn't take a genius to figure out what it meant when your trainer's nerdy younger brother kept popping a boner around you. In retrospect, I couldn't have done much to hide it except avoid Kivo entirely.

"Alright, so what made you decide to uh… Let me explore my fantasy?" Sitting beneath him like this meant I had to look up past his crotch. Not a view I'd complain about, but definitely a little distracting. He had a bit of matted fur around his sheath, running down below his balls. We'd both need a shower. Would he be open to taking one together?

A soft, huffing chuckle. "Tyyyph. Phlo. Phloo." He gyrated his hips in a steady 'unf unf' motion, then pointed at himself and shook his head.

"Not much action lately, huh? Fair. I'll take what I can get and won't complain about being the lucky guy to break your dry spell."

He shook his head—more forceful than before. "Ty!" He pointed at me, started to pantomime something, then instead reached down and held out a paw. Curious, I took it, and found myself hauled to my feet. With him on the couch we were roughly eye-level, and I was once again frozen by that crimson gaze. A paw tapped my chest.

"Phlo." He leaned forward. Narrow muzzle met my nose, feral lips touching my 'o' of surprise. Then, a hot, slimy tongue invaded my mouth. I blinked. That tongue languidly rolled across mine. He was…

I latched on like my life depended on it, seizing his shoulders and mashing my lips to his. Not my first kiss—and it didn't seem to be Kivo's—though the foreign configuration of mouths made the action tricky. Neither of us cared, a sigh escaping me as he once more graced me with a subtle, heated flavour across my palate. I melted into him, and the two of us fell back into the couch with me on top of the cushy mass of fire type. When we finally separated my breath came fast and short, my heart once again hammering in my ears, and the makings of a fresh tent stirred in my pants.

"Okay, so you like me too?"

A nod, but followed with a waving paw gesture.

"It's complicated?"

He held up his paws and brought them closer together.

"You 'like' me, but it's not really a romantic thing?"

"Phlo!" A nod and a grin.

"Hey, I'll live with that. If I'm honest, I'd have settled for, 'You're just a cock sock'. Ugh… Was that as pathetic as it sounded?"

He shrugged, and I took the opportunity to snuggle up to him a little better, pulling myself properly into his lap. Even with my ample frame, he was large enough to cradle me against his chest, and I sighed as I sunk into his warmth. "I think that's how I feel too more or less. It wasn't like I was looking to 'win' you or anything. I just uh… Well, I've been pokécurious for quite a while, and I've never… y'know. Not to mention you're a smoking hot guy, both literally and figuratively, and seeing you around the house everyday… Let's just say I feel really lucky right now." Geez, did getting a load blown down your throat raise your speech skill or something? Most of the nerves from before had faded, replaced by glowing contentment that mirrored the gradually fading heat of Kivo's seed in my core.

Kivo huffed a chuckle, his grip around me tightening. I could really get used to this. Having a larger, stronger body huddled over yours and wrapping you up… Almost better than sucking dick. Those paws wandered over my shoulders and down my back. I took a deep breath from the nape of his neck, shivering a bit as I reacquainted with his scent.

"This might sound weird, or slutty… But I honestly don't care. I'll happily blow you whenever you feel like it. That was seriously the most fun I've had in… maybe ever. As I'm sure you can smell."

A little growl rumbled, the beast beneath me stirring. Those paws drifted lower, sliding across my hips. My heartbeat quickened. Another inch or two. A final barrier of intimacy, which those exploring claws crossed without hesitation. Firm digits gripped my ass, squeezing and testing its plushness. He grabbed generous pawfuls, feeling me up like a ripe pecha and prompting a sharp gasp from my throat. One paw slipped up, teased a claw beneath the waistband of my pants…

Nerves came rushing back in force. I shivered in his arms, leaning back a bit to look him in the eye. "You don't have to do anything more, you know."

He grunted, that claw sliding back and forth, wiggling a little lower.

"Y-you want to? You sure?"

"Phlo." His nod came with that predatory grin.

"...Okay."

The room whirled, but my squawk of alarm went unheeded as he stood and hoisted me in his arms in a single fluid movement. Oh shit, oh shit... Effortless as you please, Kivo carted me in bridal carry out of the lounge and through the kitchen, heading for the stairs. Heavy, hot breaths coursed over my face, his muzzle set in a half grin, half glare of concentration—the only concession he made to carrying some 200 pounds of overweight human.

"Ah… My room, I guess?"

"Ty." A nod. Certainly not Gabe's. The room I'd claimed would probably have been Kivo's, had I not moved in, but the typhlosion slept on an inflatable bed in Gabe's room most nights. Also not an ideal place for what was about to happen. He took the first stairs with a soft grunt, seating me tighter to his chest with one arm under my shoulders and the other beneath my thighs, letting my legs dangle. It felt oddly nice to be carried like this, if a tad demeaning. Still, the chance to just snuggle into the chest of my strong, capable lover and let him whisk me away like some rescued princess almost made me giggle.

Topping the rise of the stairs, Kivo shuffled across the upper hall to my door and paused, fumbling for the handle. My weight may not have bothered him much, but his short forelimbs didn't quite reach across my back to the knob. Rather than put me down or fling me over his shoulder, he grunted something and looked down at me with an expression that read, 'Well?'

"Sure, allow me." Here went nothing. For the first time, I was inviting a guy into my bedroom. Be still, my heart. A second of groping about and I found the handle, popped the door open, and swept a grandiose gesture. "Mi casa, su casa."

Another grunt, this time tinged with a huff of animalistic laughter. I flinched as Kivo stepped forward, anticipating bashing into the door frame, but he proved as graceful in movement as ever, turning just enough to squeeze the two of us through and carrying me across the lintel like his bride. Two more steps and we stood in the center of my sanctum at the foot of my rumpled bed. The unadorned walls seemed much closer from this raised vantage. They closed in on my dresser, desk and bed, Kivo's towering presence shrinking the space around him in perspective.

Without ceremony he dumped me onto the bed, my yelp cutting off in an, "Oof," as I hit the mattress face first.

"Coulda warned me!" I rolled over and met his feral smirk with a glare, pushing up my glasses.

He shrugged and advanced, his gaze roaming over me as he leaned over the bed. A forepaw took hold of my jeans and tugged. Once, twice. My cheeks and neck warmed, a nervous brew percolating in my gut. The mighty beast desired me, and I wasn't going to deny him.

I popped the button of my jeans and unzipped, peeling them off with graceless wiggling that probably looked like a caterpie flopping about. Darn tight pants didn't allow for sexy stripping. I kicked them to the side to land next to my dresser, leaving me in dark blue briefs bearing the stains from earlier and a prominent tent.

"Phlo." Kivo nodded, that grin wide and toothy as he pointed to my shirt.

My breath caught. C'mon, body beautiful, he wasn't going to laugh. Right? Only one way to know for sure, this train wasn't stopping at any stations. I shucked the shirt, letting it fall to the pillow, my arm hairs prickling as I bared my flabby, pale torso to that hungry stare. Ugh, with the overhead light on it looked even worse. Should I suck in my gut? No point really, he'd already had an eyeful of my doughy body. The typhlosion's presence warmed the room several degrees but the chill down my spine didn't care. Only the sound of our breathing broke the quiet. He didn't look away, that pointed muzzle twitching. Then, he leaned forward and grabbed the hem of my briefs with a lusty growl.

"Woah, hey! Easy." I helped him slide them down, freeing my boner as I swallowed the knot of dread in my throat. We didn't share language, but the pokémon's blatant desire told me everything I needed to hear. I wanted to kiss him again—throw my arms around him and snuggle into that fluffy chest—but he had other things in mind. He plucked away my briefs and held them up to his nose, taking in a deep whiff. Another growl rumbled from his throat, the dark blue cotton puffing out over his face like some weird gas mask. I couldn't see below his waist, but I pictured that heavy sheath bulging and swelling, its hidden prize sliding free.

"I can try bottling it for you if you want."

Kivo snorted and took another huff before dropping the briefs, fixing once more on me with such intensity I half expected my chest to sizzle. He started to clamber up onto the bed, single-minded focus transfixing me. Somehow, I made my mouth form words.

"Hang on." I pointed to the dresser. "Top drawer. There's some, uh, well, lube." I was sitting here naked and popping a stiffy in front of him, and the word 'lube' was embarrassing to say? I really needed more practice at this. "I've um… got a few toys that I uh, you know." Too much information, dumbass!

Kivo was already moving, sweeping to the dresser and pulling the indicated drawer open. He rummaged around for a moment while sweat built up on the back of my neck—I should have just grabbed it; all my gross stuff was in there! Luckily, Kivo didn't seem interested in teasing me about the two distinctly non-human shaped dildos stashed there before he held up a clear plastic bottle with a triumphant, "Typh!" Turning, he advanced on me once more, several inches of rosy flesh peeking out from his swollen sheath. Oh god, in a few moments, I would be getting much more intimate with that beautiful monster. Was he bigger than my toys? Definitely longer, but that taper at least should help.

The bed creaked under his weight, and I scooted back to make room, allowing him to climb onto the foot of the mattress. On all fours he stalked me, predatory glare zeroed in on my exposed crotch. Hot breath coursed over my calves and thighs, my own exhale shaking in response. Musky cinnamon hit my nose, Kivo's arousal resonating within me like a gong. He reared up and loomed over me, nudging my legs up and apart with his forelimbs to rest my feet on either side of his hips, my knees bent to raise my rear while he slid close, sinewy muscle rippling up and down that lithe form. Damn, damn, damn. I was about to be fucked by that! Was I the luckiest guy in the world right now? Maybe.

A rude pllbbt marked a dollop of lube landing in Kivo's paw, and I hissed as the slimy cold blob kissed my asshole. A blunt pawtip prodded my entrance, smearing the goop and testing. Thank god those claws weren't sharp, and he seemed content to gradually wiggle his way in rather than forcing through my body's resistance. I hadn't played with my toys for a couple of weeks, so when his slick digit popped in, I sucked in a breath and reflexively clenched.

"Phlo?"

"Nah, I'm good, just give me a second." I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and squeezed once, hard, before relaxing. Kivo's pawtip sunk in down to the knuckle, the faint discomfort of the initial intrusion fading. The fuzz tickled a bit, and I twitched as he massaged my sphincter, little circular motions designed to loosen and ease. "You seem to know what you're doing. Done this before?"

He just smirked.

"Fine, keep your secrets." I glanced down, past my own erection and the typhlosion's forelimb. Several inches of pink taper protruded from his crotch, clear fluid beading on the tip. Yup, definitely larger than my toys, based on my oral experience. "Hey, um, you don't have to treat me like china, but try not to completely destroy my ass, alright? I kinda like it the way it is."

That earned a huffing chuckle, and his pawtip withdrew with a wet schlick. Another dollop of lube went into his paw, and he stroked it over his length in slow, even pumps, coaxing out more and more until all of that lovely breeding tool stood tall and proud, glistening and throbbing. He gave me a moment to admire, his eyes half-lidded while he leisurely masturbated a hair's-breadth from my presented backside. Damn tease.

His paw fell away from his cock, leaving it to twitch and rest its warm length between my ample cheeks, slippery flesh gliding over my crack with the faint movement of his hips. A goop-covered paw seized my rock-hard shaft and awarded several strokes, drawing a shuddering gasp from me and slicking up my much less impressive member. Fuck, I was already getting worked up, my balls twitching and a bubble of pre adding to the wetness.

As if reading my mind, Kivo grinned and let go, wiping his paw off against my belly and leaving a sticky smear of lube. Fair enough. Grabbing my knees, he lifted slightly, edging his hips back a little and lining himself up. That warm, pointed tip slid past my taut sack, poked against my taint, then rested right where it needed to be. He glanced up and met my eyes, the unspoken question hanging between us. Several cheesy lines ran through my head—no, that would ruin the moment. I grabbed a fistful of blanket and gave a curt nod.

Wonderful warmth coupled with steady pressure. He didn't thrust, merely leaning in and letting his weight carry him forward, his narrow tip easing into me, the lube and foreplay serving its purpose. I kept my breath steady, grunting once when he hit my sphincter, but I managed not to clench too hard and force him out. He rested there for a moment, letting the heat of his body soak into me and gradually relax my inner muscles, allowing me to adjust to the intrusion. Surprising how gentle he was. Tender, even. Most of the videos I'd seen were rough, bestial affairs—a trainer writhing and moaning beneath his feraligatr's mighty thrusts, or shuddering in ecstasy from an arcanine's frenzied pounding. Maybe different species were different, or maybe Kivo was. Or maybe he was just being nice.

A nudge—he hefted my knees a little higher, adjusting the angle and shifting his hips—and I shivered as he sunk a little deeper. Pleasure blossomed, that probing tip prodding my prostate and making my cock jerk. Was that on purpose? He didn't give me time to dwell on it, several inches of hot typhlosion dick following and slipping into me. My rear protested the stretch, clamping down on the widening shaft, but Kivo now owned my rear. A quick hunch and another couple inches ploughed through, forcing my quivering ass to accommodate. Slick flesh pulsed, a lovely liquid warmth gracing my insides and further soothing the penetration. A few more clenches and my reflexes subsided, submitting to the mastery of my pokémon lover with no more than a faint ache. Was that it? Was he all the way in?

Kivo pressed forward. I gasped. Nope, not yet. With slow, inexorable pressure he leaned into my rear, driving deeper than anything else had ever been inside me, spreading me around that wonderfully hard shaft. A smouldering rod plunging up into my core, warming me from within while that girth crushed into my pleasure spot, steadily squeezing delight through my loins. More, until I felt like I might cry out from the stretch, my fist balled up on the blanket, my belly quivering as I shuddered. My glasses slipped down my nose, but I didn't bother fixing them, all of my focus on the massive cock delving into me. Until at last, the incredible sensation of a fuzzy groin meeting my ass, heavy orbs nudging up against my cheeks, and the tickle of his sheath kissing my spread entrance. We officially had balls-deep. I took a shuddering breath while staring up at Kivo's self-satisfied leer. Bastard knew exactly what he was doing with that monster, and he knew it. Good thing too, or I might be in tears instead of nearly whimpering in ecstasy right now.

Leaning over me, Kivo brought his muzzle to my lips and captured them. I groaned, accepting that thick tongue and feebly attempting to duel with it. Breath and thought alike fled, stolen by the typhlosion's kiss. Silken fur caressed me, the firm, furnace-like body of my lover bearing me down into the bed and grinding up across my front, stimulating my leaking erection. Tiny rolls of his hips worked that throbbing cock, probing away at my depths and sparking little fireworks of pleasure. So warm, so safe, pinned beneath this huge, mighty, gentle beast. Salt, saffron, cinnamon and musk swirled in each ragged breath...

I tried to clutch at him as he pulled away. Get back here, keep kissing me! Fingers brushed through fine cream belly fur and slid off with my weak grip. Fuck, I was already a mess. He shot me a grin as he wiped away a strand of saliva. Paws seized my knees once more, firming their hold. A little wiggle slid him back, pulling partway out. Oh hell, he was really about to—

Fuzzy crotch papped into my rear, a soft gasp escaping me. Stars popped in my vision. Slow and smooth he repeated the short thrust, holding me steady by my raised legs and humping with little circles of his hips. Still taking it easy but moving with inexorable force. His abdominal muscles bunched and rippled on each motion, highlighting his restrained power. Deep inside me that sweltering shaft stroked and explored previously untouched territory. My cock bounced on each meeting of hips, drooling a sticky mess onto my jiggling belly. I could do no more than lie back on my pillows and hold onto my sheets, offering myself completely to this gorgeous creature. So much better than a toy!

"Ty." Pap. "Phlo." Pap.

I blinked up at him through steamed-up lenses. What lay behind that self-satisfied smirk? Was that more dirty talk? Probably. Not worth trying to catch my breath and respond. Each new thrust crammed his girth up against my prostate, thoroughly milking it and keeping me rock hard without so much as touching my cock. Damn, did getting nailed always feel this good? The deep-seated ache built in my rear, tempered by ecstatic spikes and the glorious fullness. Not to mention the clear pleasure Kivo took in drilling me, his little growls and grunts a sweet chorus to the soft notes of our bodies meeting. Hopefully I'd get more chances to find out.

Pap. Pap. Pap. A bit more force in those thrusts, rippling through me and driving me into the pillows. Heavy, furred balls smacked my ass. I babbled something, trying to make words but only managing a moan. Yes, fuck me. Each meaty impact summoned a mingling gasp and huff. Fuck me! His claws clenched on my thighs, giving him better leverage. He hammered into me in longer thrusts, taking command of my body with his might. Fuck me! Quivers rolled through me, my abused rear shaking with every collision of hips, Kivo's experienced movements both subjugating me to his pleasure and heightening my own. All that muscle, all the power of this beautiful beast dedicated to one thing and one thing only: breeding me.

Beyond the sizzling ecstasy stoked by each rhythmic movement, having him inside me felt oh-so-right. For a marvellous creature—no, person—like Kivo to use my body like this, that I could yield myself for his release… Hell, just being held and caressed so intimately, being the object of another's affection and lust filled me with warmth deeper than the pistoning heat of his cock could reach. I probably looked like a mess, but it didn't matter. I needed more of him, all of him.

Without warning, he pulled out, leaving me panting, sweaty, and unsated. That huge, glistening shaft plopped against mine, dripping viscous fluids over my belly. I managed to find words amidst my aroused shudders.

"Something wrong?"

He shook his head, pointed muzzle parting in feral glee. A paw patted my hip, the other making a circling motion in the air. Ah, of course. I gathered my faculties and rolled over at his command, shuffling up onto elbows and knees. A pillow under the chest helped prop me up, and I glanced back as Kivo moved into position between my legs once more. He pushed one of my legs, spreading them further and sinking me down to the perfect height. Feral paws grabbed my ass and offered a firm squeeze, spreading my cheeks to expose his target. Possessive. Dominant. I was his breeding bitch, and he had me where he wanted me.

Fine by me.

Kivo mounted me, driving me into the pillow with his weight. Impossibly silken fur settled against my back, hot breath tickling my ear as powerful forelimbs seized my waist. Two prodding humps slipped that narrow head back into me, the rest of him following and driving a gasp from my throat. Furry hips plowed into my ass, our bodies colliding with a smack. God, yes! His balls tickled against mine, his wonderful heat surrounding me, covering me, filling me. The typhlosion didn't stop, gripping my waist for leverage and going to town. Pap pap pap! This was more like the mad, feral ruttings I'd seen, the alpha male above me ceding control to his instincts and eager to dump his load. I trembled beneath the onslaught, held steady by his comforting weight and that iron grip, unable to move even if I'd wanted to.

Each huffing breath came with a gasp or half-moaned expletive. That incredible breeding tool pounded deep stroke after stroke, stretching my walls and laying claim to them. I clutched the pillow in a half-daze, a familiar ecstatic tension building in my loins with each kiss of our hips. Pap pap pap! A muted foosh—heat flared, Kivo's burners igniting to signal his passion. My dangling cock dribbled a steady stream, milked by the battering in my rear. More, more, just a little more! Kivo growled, a low rumble that shuddered through me with primal resonance. Yes, claim me! Claws dug into my thighs, short, heavy thrusts smacking us together.

Could I reach back and jerk myself to climax? No, Kivo had me completely pinned. So close, so close. Those mighty hips drove us on, tireless. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered except him. He would have his way with me, fill me with his seed. I existed for his pleasure; my needs were secondary. Steamy breaths washed across my cheek, feral grunts loud in my ear. He was master of my release too, his throbbing shaft buried to the hilt over and over, thumping my prostate. On and on, plowing me, drilling me into the bed with fevered intensity, fuelling our mutual gratification. A single touch and I would explode, my untouched member slapping against my belly to Kivo's breeding rhythm.

"Typh…" It came as a huffing growl, and I responded with a wordless moan. A final, climactic plap! He stiffened, every inch buried into me, heavy balls drawn tight against my smaller pair. The meaty girth inside me twitched.

Oh fuck.

Molten seed flooded my depths: a torrent of liquid sunlight pouring out deep within. I cried out, wordless joy echoing the incredible sensation filling my guts, that rush of hot, thick, fertile cum welling up in my core. Kivo shuddered, more and more and more spurting into me, emptying his load and gracing me with his gift. I could barely breathe, wrapped in the fantastic ecstasy. His hips twitched, short thrusts fucking me through his climax, that pulsing dick stroking across my walls just right…

My own cock jerked, orgasmic delight bursting through me, stars popping in my vision as I shot hands-free into the sheets. I clamped down, squeezing and milking Kivo while I rode out my peak, until my spasming rod expended itself in a final dribble. He rumbled, low and pleased, his tongue teasing my ear, eliciting shivers. I groaned, catching my breath. My king was a gracious liege, permitting me to climax around his beautiful cock. Pretty sure I'd never cum that hard, and without so much as a finger on my dick. If there'd been any question about my bedroom preferences, they were certainly answered.

He was still cumming. Weaker spurts, but unmistakable, fresh sticky heat pouring in to join the mess already inside me. It felt like I'd just eaten a bowl of soup, warmth radiating from my core. Was I imagining it, or had my belly swollen? Nah, that was crazy fantasy talk, I was just fat. Though this delightful fullness begged the question of how much typhlosion spunk he'd pumped into me. How was that for an economics question? I chuckled.

"Plho?"

"Nothing," I mumbled. "Just a stupid thought. Ignore me and snuggle, you big doof."

Movement—a shrug. He slumped on top of me and I let his weight bear me down, sliding prone and covered completely by my feral lover. His buried member squished into the sticky mess he'd left, at last giving a final twitch and tapering off. I sighed, sinking limp into the sheets. Incredible. Everything ached in the best possible way—the deep throb of distressed but whole muscles. I'd probably be sitting tender for a little while, but who cared? This was even better than I'd imagined. Exhausted, sticky, messy, and full to the brim with thick cum—an ideal state. I could fall asleep like this, snuggled under him like a living electric blanket.

Claws ran through my hair, ruffling it. A pat on the head for a job well done. I returned the affection as best I could, reaching up and stroking his muzzle. This amazing, loving, sexy creature wanted me. He'd given himself to me as I'd given myself to him. Not forever, just for a time, but that was enough. I wasn't alone. No worry could touch me in his presence. I was seen, recognized, and desired.

"Kivo?"

A shift—his head tilting to listen.

"Thanks."

He grunted a question.

"Just thanks. For this." He probably wouldn't understand, but I didn't need him to. He'd already done enough.

"Phlo." Probably an acknowledgement. Well at least I didn't sound too much like a lovestruck idiot.

The pressure in my rear gradually lessened, his cock receding to its sheath and freeing a rivulet of sticky fluid down my taint. It was still warm. A moment later he rolled off my back, the bed bouncing as he hit the mattress beside me. I looked over to meet his self-satisfied smirk. Yeah, be proud of yourself you bastard. I wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of gushing over how amazing he was, even if it was true.

I made a show of patting my ass and rolled onto my side to face him. "Looks like it's still intact. Good thing. It's one of my best features."

Kivo snorted and said something indecipherable in pokéspeech.

"Don't expect me to downplay it. You just got some primo booty and you know it!"

He grinned, reached down and gave the aforementioned booty a firm squeeze, followed by a meaty smack. I yelped.

"Hey! You break it, you buy it."

His eyes narrowed, grin turning wicked. "Phlo. Tyyph." He mimed a, 'make it rain' gesture, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"I think I like this side of you. I've never had the chance to see it before." I scooted closer and wrapped my arms around him, pulling us into a hug. He didn't hesitate to return the gesture, and fresh warmth spread through my chest. For a long moment we held each other: me basking in his powerful body, heat, and luxurious fur while he clutched me with possessive tenderness. Something fuzzy and pulsing with life nudged against my thigh, refreshing my stupid grin. Cuddling ruled.

We relaxed; my head tucked beneath his muzzle. His scent filled my nose, muskier now, heavier. I'd satisfied the mighty beast. Dorky, flabby me. I didn't want to break the moment, but I had to ask, had to know.

"Hey, Kivo?"

"Ty?".

"Can we do this again? Not right now," I added hastily, feeling him shift against me. "Some other time."

That furred package twitched against my thigh, his body shifting with a nod. An affirmative growl rumbled through him and into my chest. Couldn't ask for a better confirmation. I wanted to yell like I'd just beat a stupidly hard boss, but I managed to contain myself to a tight hug and a sigh.

"Doesn't have to be… y'know. I'm cool with just cuddling like this too." Did that sound desperate? No, I was just being sincere. "And seriously, any time." Okay, that sounded desperate, or at the very least, slutty, but I wasn't about to take it back. Typhlosion dick made for a good motivator to speak one's mind. Who knew?

Kivo huffed his bestial chuckle and gave me a quick squeeze. "Typh. Typhlo." Probably something along the lines of, "Yes, Reed, I'll booty call your fat ass whenever I need." Or maybe he was more tactful than that. Wonder if Gabe would eventually get a translator if I pushed him to? Of course, that would raise some weird questions, and—

Oh shit, Gabe. How long had we gone at it? Fighting the overwhelming urge to simply lie there and snuggle with Kivo, I rolled away onto my back. "Glad we're on the same page here, but we need to get cleaned up." I met his crimson gaze, a little thrill running down my spine at the heat within it. "I dunno how you feel about it, but I'm not ready to have a conversation about this with Gabe yet."

Kivo shrugged, glancing first at the door, then at me. "Typh." He made a placating gesture, then pointed at me. "Phlo."

"Maybe it will be fine, sure," We had our differences, but Gabe was pretty cool about a lot of things. "I still don't want him walking in on us necking."

That brought a snort and a lazy shrug. He rolled up into a sitting position and stretched, showing off his athletic form. Damn, I'd never get tired of that view.

With any luck, I'd get to see it a lot more.

***

A long, hot shower later, and I stumbled into my room still sore, but freshly scrubbed, pajama clad, and thoroughly exhausted. Gabe hadn't yet come home, and Kivo had vanished into Gabe's room while I cleaned up. A glance at my phone showed it to be 9—pretty early for my usual bedtime habits, but no way was I going to get homework done. I didn't even have the energy for games.

The sound of water running came through the wall. Kivo taking care of his own tidying. How would he look in the shower? His fur wasn't long, so probably not like a drowned rattata at least. A question for another time, if I got the chance to join him.

My room seemed lonely now, once again just me and my computer. No big, sexy typhlosion to cuddle up to. Michaiah had a small pokémon bed in the corner, but when I'd checked outside to see if she'd wanted to come in, she hadn't emerged from her pond. She often slept outside, so I'd just collected the empty pizza plate and let her be. Probably for the best, as she'd certainly bug me for details the first chance she got. That brought a grin. I had a confidant for my gay desires now. It was a little weird, but maybe this was what me and Michiah needed to really connect. Given what I'd just done with Kivo, it seemed less strange to talk about sex with my own pokémon partner. Certainly easier with her than with my brother.

I sunk into bed and pulled up the blankets, listening to the soothing patter of the shower while sleep crept up, wishing I could cuddle against the typhlosion and fall asleep listening to his deep breaths. Kivo and I weren't a couple, and probably never would be, but we were more than we'd been before. I'd figure out a way to talk to Gabe. Last thing I wanted was to sneak around behind his back. Just needed to approach it delicately. Confidence and poise, that was me. Hopefully he wouldn't freak out too much.

***

I woke to the sound of my bedroom door opening. I sat up, blinking, sunlight through my blinds making me squint. Kivo? What time was it?

Gabe stood in my doorway, his arms crossed.

"Dude, why are there jizz stains on my couch?"

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