Just Between Us
Story requested by Apalanic about a Houndoom and a housewife.
"Bye mom!"
"Bye sweetie! Have a good day at school!"
The front door closed, and with her daughter gone Mary found herself alone in their house. That was how things often were for her these days though. Her daughter Laurie was usually either at school or with her friends, often doing something with all of their Pokémon. Gone were the days of extended mother-daughter interactions, those morning goodbyes being the most they would talk some days, and her only other family was her husband. But then, he didn't count for much lately. He was always working, and on top of that seemed to be going through a midlife crisis of sorts, which included-but wasn't limited to-compulsively dying perceived greys out of his hair, which Mary admittedly found amusing as all hell. All in all though, she felt rather neglected of late, in more ways than just one.
For the last fifteen years or so she had been little more than wife and mother, but now she was growing bored with that. More than anything she wished for some company. She let out a sigh as she dropped onto the couch in their living room, picking up the TV remote off a nearby end table. She began absentmindedly flipping through channels caring little for what was actually on. She had nothing better to do, after all. With her family gone most of the time, the house required little cleaning, and with her life having been devoted to family for so long, she found herself at a loss about what to do with her time.
She sighed again, desperately wishing for something to come along that would break up the monotony of her life.
***
On the opposite end of the house in Laurie's room, three Pokéballs sat on top of a burgundy dresser. Laurie usually left her Pokémon home, only taking them with her when she met with friends after school. The three she had were a Mightyena, an Arcanine, and a recently evolved Houndoom.
It was shortly after Laurie had left the house and Mary had taken her less than enthusiastic position on the couch that one of the little red and white capsules began to twitch ever so slightly. It began to rock back and forth more violently until finally it burst open, and Laurie's Houndoom appeared in a flash of light. He shook his whole body for a moment, as though trying to dry off. Out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of his own movements in a full length mirror that hung on the wall, which lead him to pause, and take a moment to admire himself.
He had only evolved a few days ago, during a battle between his trainer and one of her friends. He certainly though the change was an improvement. Not only was he stronger, but he liked how fierce and powerful he now looked. The lustre of his pitch black fur, as well as the orange fur of his muzzle and belly. The curve of the horns that now sprouted from the back of his head. Even by the standards of his species, he was a handsome male. Perhaps more importantly, his body was now telling him to find a mate, or at the very least a female to relieve his needs. He wasn't really too picky either, as long as they would submit to him.
Unfortunately, both of his trainer's other Pokémon were male, and he knew he would be punished by her if he tried to breed with a Pokémon belonging to one of her friends. His head snapped up as he heard a quiet sound from the other side of the house, drawing him away from his thoughts. He cocked his head, trying to make sense of the sound. It came again, and he realised it was muffled laughter.
After a moment of thought he recognised the voice. It belonged to his trainer's mother. A devilish smile played across his lips. Well, he really wasn't very picky, and from what he had heard, her mate wasn't satisfying her very well these days. Just maybe...
Already planning in his head he trotted over to the bedroom door and quietly nosed it open, walking through the hall, down the stairs, and peaking around the corner into the living room.
There Mary sat, curled up on the couch, laughing quietly at a sitcom of some sort. But then, that wasn't the Houndoom's focus. He looked her over, trying to make a final decision. She was quite attractive, especially for a woman of almost forty. Hell, with her bent over in front of him he would be able to imagine her black tresses were just a female Houndoom's fur.
He licked his lips, his spade tipped tale waving back and forth as he contemplated what he was about to attempt. If it worked, it would be enjoyable for both of them. If he failed...well, it would be better not to think about what may happen to him. Knowing that wasting time wouldn't get him anywhere, he walked out into the living room, much to Mary's surprise. She quirked a brow as he approached, the gently patted him on the head. "Now what are you doing out? You're usually in your Pokéball when Laurie's at school, aren't you?"
He nodded sharply, leading her to roll her eyes. "Well, I don't know why you chose today for your little prison break, but I wouldn't mind some company, if you'd like to stay out."
He responded by jumping up on to the side of the couch opposite her, wagging his tail. She laughed and shook her head. "Well, I guess I can't argue with that."
After that it was silent, except for the sounds of the television. Houndoom laid down, his head in her lap, observing her quietly. He wanted to take some time to get a feel for her before making any kind of move. They had interacted before, but not for any extended period of time, so he wasn't totally sure of what the best way to proceed would be. Obviously he couldn't just mount her and hope she would take it. No, he would have to try to be more...seductive.
After an hour or so of mulling it over, and looking her over, Houndoom came up with what he thought would be the best way to approach her. Knowing that he only had so much time to work with, he decided there would be no point served in putting it off. As she was wearing shorts, he had easy access to the soft, hairless skin of her legs, which would be where he would start.
Sure that she wasn't looking at him, he leaned over and ran his tongue slowly along her right leg from knee to ankle. She shuddered slightly, then giggled as she looked over at him. "That was unexpected. Didn't know you liked me that much."
Recognising that she wasn't displeased with his actions, he repeated the motion, again at a very slow pace, determined to make it pleasurable for her. Again she giggled, smiling down at him. She reached over and scratched him behind the ear. "Well, at least you're affectionate."
Pushing his luck, he repeated the motion, but this time he did it to her forearm, which was still easily within his reach from her scratching him. She let out a slightly shuddering breath this time. He smiled to himself. He knew it was having some effect, at the very least. She shook her head. "You keep doing that and you might get in trouble. You wouldn't want people thinking you were too affectionate, now would you?"
As it happened, where she was concerned, that was almost exactly what he wanted. He decided to push his luck a little further-hoping it wouldn't be too far- and stood up, his nose now only inches from her face and neck. Stretching his neck to cover that small space, he began to repeatedly lick her neck and cheek with slow, thorough strokes. Now he knew he was having a desirable effect, as she began to lie back against the couch, breathing more heavily as he continued. She wasn't fighting him, or at the very least not on the outside.
On the inside Mary's mind was raging against the thoughts she was starting to have. She was beginning to imagine that tongue licking her in other places; more sensitive places. But she couldn't think like that! She was married! Plus, Houndoom was a Pokémon! Her daughter's Pokémon no less! She couldn't possibly try to get him to perform some kind of sexual act on her. It would be wrong, amoral! She started to mutter aloud, giving a voice to her thoughts. "I...I can't...we can't...we shouldn't...Ooohhh...no, we just...aaahhhh...I...oh...it would be wrong...and surely you wouldn't want to..."
Mary continued like this for several minutes, all the while making no efforts to stop Houndoom's increasingly passionate licking. Then, it finally hit her. He DID want her. And try as she might to deny it, she was starting to want him. But they just couldn't! It would be unseemly and unforgivable. She would never be able to look her daughter in the eye again if she went through with what she was feeling. "No! You have to stop! This is wrong!"
Hearing this, Houndoom, feeling very disappointed, backed away, honouring her wishes. He sat on the opposite side of the couch from her, watching as she panted heavily, trying to recover from what she had just been feeling. She looked over to him, appearing to be on the verge of tears. "I'm...I'm sorry. Arceus knows it's been a while for me...but...we just can't, no matter how much we would like to."
He narrowed his eyes slightly. She had said "we". She did want to, he realised. Then he caught a scent in the air. A scent coming from her. She was aroused. Very aroused. Realising that, he wasn't about to give up so easily. Stepping up to her again, he leaned down and nosed her crotch-at which she let out a small gasp-then looked back up at her face, and quirked a brow at her.
Mary gulped. She knew what he was trying to say. He knew she wanted him, and unfortunately for her the more she thought about it, the worse it got. She couldn't break her eyes away from his, those piercing red orbs starring back at her with a fierce determined look that captivated her. But it was more than that. There was desire in those eyes. He desired her. Biting her lower lip, she struggled for a moment with her inner turmoil, until finally she simply broke under the strain of her body's needs and her own desires.
She hung her head, a bit ashamed as she said, "Alright. I...I can't fight it. I...I want you."
Houndoom could see admitting that was difficult for her. Much as she wanted it, the realisation that she wanted it-wanted him-scared her. Seeking to make her feel a bit better about it, he stood again so he was close to her again and gently nuzzled her. She looked up at him, her eyes a bit misty. "I don't understand why I feel like this...but I do...so as long as no on ever finds out...then...then we can..."
She trailed off, knowing he would understand which he naturally did. While he would like to openly claim a mate, he understood why she wanted to keep it hidden. It would have to be their secret. He nuzzled her again, accompanied by a small lick, telling her that he understood. She smiled at him. "Well then...let's...before I go crazy from denying myself..."
She motioned for him to step back, and once he was out of her way she reached down to pull off her shirt, turning it inside out as she did, before carelessly tossing it aside. She then reached behind her back and-suddenly very aware of his eyes on her-gulped slightly as she unhooked and removed her bra.
Houndoom didn't know much about human females, but he had seen enough to know that women her age didn't usually have breasts that were so firm and perky. Had he been human, he would have also been quite pleased with their size, easily hitting D-cup, if not more. But he didn't really care much about that.
She then stood and slowly slid her shorts down her legs, and Houndoom blinked in surprise. He knew from spending time around his trainer that females wore a layer under their pants or shorts or whatever they happened to be wearing. He thought he had heard it referred to as 'underwear' or 'panties'. But Mary wore no such thing. The moment her shorts hit the floor he could see every bit of her, including her flushed and dripping sex.
Taking a deep breath she sat back on the couch, very aware of his eyes tracing over her body. Looking over to him-and with how this had all started firmly in her mind-she said, "I know you probably want to fuck me right away...but first...could you...use that tongue of yours on me again?"
He nodded and hopped off the couch, sitting in front of her, waiting for her to give him the go ahead to start. He didn't want to push too hard now, as he didn't want to upset her any further. Taking in a deep, shuddering breath, she nodded to him. He stood again, and stepped forward, moving until his nose was inches from her lower lips and swollen clit. The smell alone was starting to drive him a bit mad. It was ever so sweet with just a hint of spice.
Keeping an eye on her reactions so he could quickly back away if it looked like she would change her mind, Houndoom stretched forward, stuck out his tongue, and delivered a long, slow lick to her neediest area. Mary shuddered as she felt the long pink muscle trace over her delicate flesh. Once again she found her mind reeling over it all. The pleasure was ever so divine...and she wanted it so badly...but already she felt intense guilt over what little they had already done. Could she be making a huge mistake? What if her husband were to find out? What would happen to her family? Would they all be torn apart from each other if she continued?
All this was pushed out of her mind as Houndoom's tongue lightly flicked against her clit, and she gasped in pleasure, gripping the arm of the couch tightly. All of her fears began to evaporate as she was drawn into the moment by Houndoom's ministrations. She had never felt anything quite like it, but then the only man she had been with up until that point was her husband. Each lick was agonisingly slow, hitting every little nerve and lighting up her brain's pleasure centres as she truly began to give in to the ecstasy of what she was experiencing. Everything fell away but her and Houndoom as she finally relaxed and let go.
Sensing the change in her demeanour, Houndoom began to work more vigorously, pressing his nose and tongue into her to get at he innermost folds. He was only spurred on as she moaned and groaned, telling her that he was doing exactly what she needed. Seconds passed like minutes as he did his level best to make her feel good.
After nearly ten minutes of effort on his part the pleasure he was providing proved to be too much for her, her first orgasm in weeks rolling over her like a wave. She cried out from the sheer and now somewhat unfamiliar intensity of it, gripping the upholstery with all her strength as her body started shuddering.
Houndoom backed away as she rode out her climax and sat silently as she recovered. She was breathing heavily and starting to perspire. Once she had her breathing back under control, she looked over to him, smiling wearily. "I...I think...I'm ready now...for more."
Houndoom licked his lips. He had been waiting so patiently for this, and now the time was here. In the process of pleasuring her he had become aroused and now sported a very erect six inches of pinkish red canine cock, begging to be used. He sat back on his haunches to give her a clear view of what she had to look forward to. Mary bit her lip at the sight. It was so exotic compared to what she was used to, and if anything, the fact that going that far would be the ultimate in forbidden pleasures only made her want it more.
She gulped, slightly nervous as a thought crossed her mind. "You um...that is Pokémon like you...prefer to take your partners from behind...right?"
Houndoom nodded in reply. That was certainly where he had hoped things thus far were going. She let out a long, slow breath then stood up. Mary then turned around, got down on all fours, and turned her head back to look at him, smiling. "Well then, are you gonna take me or not?"
He starred for a moment, a bit surprised by how suddenly comfortable she seemed. But then, what did it really matter? She wanted it, and he was all too willing to oblige. Not wanting to waste any more of their dwindling time, he made his move. She let out a surprised yelp as in one smooth motion he mounted her and slid into her straight down to his rapidly swelling knot.
They sat there for a moment like that, both getting used to the sensations of it. He could feel her inner muscles squeezing and gripping, as though trying to pull him further in. She could feel the intense heat of his length within her-which was unsurprising for a Fire-type Pokémon-as it rubbed against her walls. They could feel the different textures of their bodies rubbing against each other-her hairless skin against his silky fur.
Then, using his forelegs to grip her sides he began to fuck her in a slow, rhythmic fashion, trying not to go too fast, lest the experience end too soon. She gasped and moaned with each time her hilted himself, feeling so wonderful when he stretched her completely. She loved the feel of his knot pressing against her entrance, that warm pressure as he tried to push himself in just a bit farther.
Houndoom was likewise enjoying the experience, with how tight and hot she was. His mental faculties started to melt away as his instincts sent him signals to fuck her harder and faster. He wanted her to be his bitch, and he was going to treat her like it. Maintaining just enough wit to not do it too hard, he took the back of her neck in his teeth, which only made her shudder and moan for more.
He humped her harder and faster, the impacts of his hips against her nicely rounded rear becoming almost bone jarring, her breasts bouncing back and forth with each rapid cycle of hilt in withdraw. Finally with one particularly strong thrust he managed to push his knot past her lips, tying them together with a pop and a groan from Mary. With his movement now limited he started to grind against her hips, both of them loving the feeling of his knot rubbing against her insides.
It wasn't long before that sensation proved too much for Houndoom, and his balls contracted, releasing his seed into her body in several burningly hot bursts. She gasped in surprise at the sudden sensation of heat, which triggered an upwelling of warmth from within her own body as she experienced another orgasm.
After a moment or two Houndoom released his grip on her neck and laid his head between her shoulder blades. Though she had never heard much about canine anatomy before, Mary was smart enough to figure out that they were stuck together for the time being, so she gladly stayed there, waiting for him to be able to dismount. And all the while her mind was racing.
It had been so wonderful, but now she would have to cover the evidence. She would have to scrub the couch cushion and mop the floor to get rid of their respective orgasmic juices, which even now were dripping onto the tile floor. She felt so good about it all, but even now she still felt so guilty. She had cheated on her husband, with her daughter's Pokémon. That meant keeping secrets from both of them. What was she going to do? And even knowing all that, she couldn't let go of just how good it had felt.
After almost a quarter of an hour Houndoom's knot was finally deflated enough for him to pop it out of her. Mary then turned herself around and sat back against the couch, her mind still reeling a bit from all they had done. Houndoom came over to her and laid down beside her, his head in her lap once more. She sighed quietly as she reached down and scratched him behind the ear. "I can't speak for how you felt...but for me that was wonderful."
Houndoom gave a nod to indicate he felt the same. Mary smiled. "Well I'm glad you enjoyed it as well. But you know, we have to keep this quiet. No one can find out about this, alright?"
Again he nodded, wishing it were otherwise, but knowing it would be for the best. She smiled a bit wider then and said, "Good. And so you know, I wouldn't mind doing this again sometime, as long as we keep it just between us."
Houndoom and Mary both decided then in that moment, that maybe a secret wouldn't be such a bad thing.
Never...the end...