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Some people had no problems with dates. For others, it was not a particularly easy thing. Chris was one of the latter.

Of course, he had reasons for that.

One reason was that he was not particularly normal. Born female, Chris had never truly felt comfortable with the body he was born into - something about it just wasn’t right. It had taken a good bit of growth and understanding to come to the conclusion that he was, in fact, a he rather than a she. It was liberating to come to that conclusion, to finally get a sense of what was off about him, and to start taking on the identity he felt was right for him.

Even then, though, he was outside the norm. He started taking hormone treatments, high-quality ones that were effective at somewhat masculinizing his frame - he wasn’t going to be some kind of raw manly man but he would present significantly stronger male features than otherwise. He kept his blond hair shorter, exercised a bit to accentuate some of his build, his frame lean but trim, and the hormones had helped flatten out his chest, which had never been exactly oversized to start with. But below the belt...despite his inclinations, he couldn’t bring himself to get totally switched. Chris was never really entirely certain why he wanted to keep his vagina rather than getting a penis and testes, but he was very certain that that was what he wanted. He’d spent a lot of time wondering what that meant about his identity - was it more right to identify as nonbinary or something else like that? - but in the end he decided he felt more comfortable with the idea of being male, just...not the usual type of male.

Which, to be sure, suited him fine. Once he settled on it, he found himself reasonably happy with himself, and that was what mattered to him. But at some point, the notion of companionship came up...Chris wanted someone to bond with and spend time with, and perhaps find a long-term companion. What he wanted was easy enough - he’d always been into males pretty exclusively - but of more concern was whether he would BE wanted, and he had a sense that his status could create some challenges. Most people looking for dates expected certain things, and Chris was not something easily expected.

He found himself rather at a loss as to how to approach the matter. Was it better to be up front about it? Or was it better to sort of ‘hide’ the atypicality away and then ease them into it after things got comfortable? The former seemed like it would turn away a lot of prospects, but the latter seemed like a lie he wasn’t sure he wanted to try to maintain, and the revelation could be uglier if he had a real connection with them. It didn’t help that there weren’t a lot of people he could talk to about it - this wasn’t the sort of thing that came up for most.

Eventually he had decided, he was just going to be up front. He put in his dating profile that he was a transman, and that he had chosen his anatomical path and was set on it. After all, if they didn’t want to give him a chance because of what he was, did he really want to be going out with them anyway? If they were willing to go on a date with him, it would have to mean that they were okay with the way he was, and he wouldn’t have to worry about that going forward anyway. But, as he predicted, he wasn’t getting a lot of responses...only a couple of people even engaging with him, and they weren’t asking for dates. One was asking a lot of rude questions about what he was, forcing him to deflect as they got ruder and more inappropriate until he blocked them. Not exactly a great experience to start, but he told himself to be patient, maybe something would pan out.

And that was where things were tonight. He’d finally gotten a date, a human guy (not what Chris had expected, Pokémorphs were typically a lot more open to differences like his) who said he wanted to meet and didn’t seem to bat an eye at anything on his profile. Chris had been very excited - his first real hit! He tried to keep his expectations in check, realizing that this was only one date and there was a lot he needed to figure out before he knew where things were going, but it was hard not to feel like there was progress, maybe he would get lucky and this one would be a keeper.

Now, as he was walking with his date towards his bus stop, reality had set in pretty heavily - this was NOT a keeper.

Trent, his date for the night, had met him at the restaurant...well, he called it a ‘restaurant,’ but it was really more of a sports bar, not trashy but far from classy. Trent was larger than Chris was, about six feet tall compared to his five-six, and had spent a good bit of time making light of that, in ways that sounded jokey but felt a little less than amusing to Chris. While he was good-looking enough, muscular and lightly tanned and sporting dark, short-cut hair, the attitude was way in the other direction - he was pretty loud, brash, and somewhat obnoxious with his remarks, cracking lines at a couple of people sitting at the same table about whether they were scoring that night, jeering at a pairing of a human and Servine, and talking a bit too loudly about the hotness of various guys passing by. Chris wasn’t fond of any of this, but he wasn’t exactly a big fan of confrontation, so he kept his distaste quiet - what little he spoke of was rapidly dismissed by Trent anyway.

By the time they’d eaten, it was clear to Chris that Trent wasn’t in this for companionship, he just wanted to go through the motions to get to the real prize - fucking. He spent a good bit of time talking about his conquests, asking about Chris’s past partners rather blatantly attempting to compare himself favorably - and then crowing about how good it was going to be being his first when Chris finally convinced him he hadn’t done it with anyone yet - and he took literally no interest in actually getting to know anything about Chris himself. It was rather disheartening to realize that he wasn’t going to be anything more than a notch in Chris’s belt at most, but better he realize it now than fool himself, right? And he really didn’t have much interest in letting Trent lay with him, even for the sake of saying he’d finally had something in him other than a toy - there was a good chance he could do better walking up to a random person on the street and asking for a quickie.

So, the night was a bust, but at least he could say there was a chance he could find someone through these dating sites, and eventually one of them would have to be at least better than Trent. The problem now was, Trent didn’t seem to be getting the hint that things were a no-go.

“So, you wanna come back to my place, then?” The big idiot was grinning widely - he must have thought everything went perfectly. He seemed like one of those guys who was in his late 20s but had never grown out of his high school or college jock mentality - far from ready for an adult relationship.

Still, Chris didn’t want to get too confrontational. “Ah, no, I’m just looking to get on my bus and get back to my place.”

“Oh, so that’s where you want to go? Nice, I love when they invite me over.”

“That...that wasn’t an invitation, Trent. I’m feeling a bit tired, and I’d rather just head home myself.”

“What? Nah, man, that’s no good. You’d be missing out on the best part of these kindsa hookups! Get past all that dull dinner stuff and get to the real meal! You can’t honestly say you don’t want something nice and thick plowing you, can you?”

Chris couldn’t honestly say he didn’t, but he wasn’t interested in that something being attached to Trent. He cut a nice physique, but after the way he’d been acting, there was no attraction to be found there. “I’m...just not feeling it tonight. Besides, it’s pretty late, and I’d like to get back and get some sleep.”

“Oh, I get it...you’re saying you don’t wanna wait.” Suddenly Trent grabbed Chris’s arm and pulled him into an alley - not even that far in! - and brought him against one of the walls, grinning at him rather aggressively. There wasn’t any malice in it (yet), but he seemed to be oblivious to Chris’s rejections. “That’s fine...I got no problem getting down and dirty right here and now. Fresh air sometimes makes it better, right?”

“Trent! Cut this out, I already told you I’m not interested!”

“Sure you are. You don’t go looking for hook-ups if you ain’t interested in getting some. That’s what this is all about, getting people together to score, so don’t bail out on the best part! Besides, I’m sure you’re nice and hard down there…” Trent reached down and groped the front of Chris’s pants, not the most comfortable feeling in the world to be sure. And then he froze, as he felt what was there - and didn’t feel what wasn’t. “What the fuck is this?” His voice had gone sharp, no longer casual or jocular.

“What do you mean?” Chris was nervous, but also confused. He couldn’t seriously not know?

“Where the fuck is your cock?” Or maybe...that harsh, accusatory voice didn’t bode well.

“I don’t have one! Get off of me!”

“Are you fucking-what the hell is the matter with you?!” Trent shoved Chris aside, making him stumble a bit more into the alley. He turned and faced the raging male, who suddenly looked a lot more imposing now. “How dare you, I’m only on sites for men, you’re supposed to be a goddamn man!”

“I am a man! And I even put on my profile how I was! Didn’t you read it?”

“No! Why the fuck would I bother reading some boring-ass garbage? I was just looking for someone to get some ass from! Not some fucking trap pretending to be a guy to get his sick twisted kicks!”

That line stung, but Chris couldn’t dwell on it now - he needed distance from Trent more than anything else at the moment. “I don’t have to listen to this garbage. You don’t wanna fuck me? Good, I didn’t want you at all either, you fucking boor. Get over yourself, and get away from me.” He tried to walk past Trent, but the irate man grabbed him and shoved him backwards, making him stumble and tumble back. Thankfully he didn’t land on anything sharp, though the asphalt wasn’t exactly pleasant on his rear.

“You’re not going anywhere, bitch. Someone needs to put you in your fucking place and make sure you don’t fuck with any more real men like the pervert you are. Maybe I’m not gonna fuck you, but I’m sure as hell gonna fuck you up enough that you don’t try to prey on any more guys again!”

Fear suddenly seized Chris - he’d encountered hate before, but only from a distance or behind a screen, not where anyone could do more than yap at him. Unpleasant, but he’d learned to shrug it off more or less. But this was a much more terrifying prospect, he had a guy looking to hurt him and he wasn’t armed and not really equipped to fight him off. Maybe if he got a lucky hit in a sensitive spot, but that was far from a guarantee. Or maybe he could manage to get around Trent somehow, but he wasn’t making it easy as he stepped towards Chris, the shadowy image of him blocking more and more of his possible escape route…

Wait...that’s too much shadow...that’s not all Trent-

Trent wasn’t more than a couple steps away when someone grabbed his collar and yanked him back, then shoved him hard against the wall, making him cry out in pain and shock. Chris had a chance to get a better look at his hopeful rescuer - a Nidoking morph, probably a good foot and a half taller than Chris was, putting him still a foot over Trent, with visible muscle to spare in his arms and legs. He was wearing a leather vest that was hanging open loosely, allowing that stacked chest to be readily seen and letting the spikes on his back pierce through, and a pair of ripped jean shorts. The arm that was pinning Trent had a Seviper tattooed on it, and his horn was grafted to make the end look like an arrowhead. Every part of him screamed rough and tough in a way that Trent could only play at.

“You got a problem, bucko?” The Nidoking’s deep, rumbling voice sent a shiver through Chris. A powerful, commanding baritone...he’d always liked a voice like that.

“G-get off me!” Trent was sounding cowed, a rapid change from his previous fury. “It’s not my fault! That, that freak, he’s-”

“He’s more man than you are, dipshit, and if you hadn’t tried to force yourself on him you never would have known.” It shocked Chris momentarily that the behemoth seemed to know exactly what had transpired - but only momentarily, as he remembered that Nidos were legendary for their insanely acute hearing. The ears were not for show, as they said. “Ain’t nothing wrong with him, he can have whatever the hell he damn well pleases between his legs. You, though, you’ve got a fucking problem, and that’s your shitty attitude.”

“No! I’m not...I’m…”

“Shut it! Part of me really wants to, as you said it, ‘put you in your fucking place,’ see how you handle taking it like a little bitch should. But I have a rule, I don’t stick my dick in anything more toxic than I am. So get the hell outta here before I decide that a Mega Punch to the groin is a good substitute!” The Nidoking pulled Trent away from the wall and shoved him out of the alley, nearly bowling the whimpering human over. Trent didn’t even look back as he bailed out of there, allowing Chris to breathe a sigh of relief. That could have gone very badly...how lucky that someone was around to help, and thank goodness they were entirely tolerant.

“Fucker. Not his place to tell anyone who they are.” The Nidoking turned to look at him. “You all right?”

“Yeah...yeah, I’m fine. He just pushed me a bit, didn’t get to hitting me...thanks.”

“Good. Bet you’ve had to deal with enough already, don’t need dipshits like him to give you more trouble.” The Nidoking moved towards him extending an arm to help him up. “Glad I was nearby, I love giving them a bit of the hell they deserve-”

Suddenly the Nidoking froze, his hand about a foot away from where Chris could reach. The human was perplexed, wondering if a Psychic had jumped in or something with how rigid the Nidoking had gone...then it hit him. A scent, thick and potent, mildly sweet and sour, that seemed to flow into his nose and spread through his body, making it feel warm and heavy. And that was when he knew the two of them were in for it.

Chris’s high-quality hormone treatments were high-quality for a reason - they were primarily Nidoking hormones. Highly potent due to their nature as coming from the Pokémon often called the ‘apex male,’ and highly adaptable due to the chemokinetic nature of Poison-types, they could be extracted and packaged and used with very few side effects and dramatic impact. If one wanted to transition to a more masculine body, that was easily the best way to go, and of course Nidoqueens provided the counterpart for those going the other way. However, there was one issue with them that could not be overcome: if someone using them was in close scent proximity to a Nidoking, feral or morph, for more than about twenty seconds, it would trigger a natural reaction that would send both Nidoking and user into a lustful frenzy which neither of them could stop by any means other than acting on it. And once they got going, nothing other than having at it until they had worn out the frenzy would take care of things. The proximity of such acts meant that the scent effect would diminish over time, and regular exposure would attenuate the effects to a tamer level in general - though gaps longer than a couple days would get it raring back to full force for at least the next exposure.

All this, Chris had been duly informed of, and he’d been pretty diligent about not getting caught up in it - he’d had a couple of close calls, but had gotten far enough away within a few seconds to keep the effect from triggering. But tonight, he’d been distracted, hadn’t been able to think about it in the rush and had forgotten about the issue until it was too late - and he’d been close enough since the Nidoking had grabbed Trent, far longer than he needed to be. He could see the Nidoking’s nostrils flaring, could feel a foreign tingle in his loins...no, this was definitely happening, there was no way out of it now.

The Nidoking realized it, too, as he was already moving to get his vest off. “Okay...whatever your name is, you’ve probably got about thirty seconds or so before I lose control completely. If you don’t wanna be strolling back home naked, get off what you can.”

“O-okay...ah, and...it’s Chris,” he responded as he made to try to get off what clothes he could. It wasn’t a lot of time, and his movements felt a bit clumsy as the chemicals started working through him, making him nice and complacent for the imminent breeding he was going to get.

“Arven. And you’ll have to forgive me, Chris...because there’s no way I’m not gonna be pretty fuckin’ rough with you.” Arven didn’t even bother taking care with his shorts, ripping them off and tossing them aside. Chris, after getting his shirt over his head, could see the deep purple flesh of that cock filling out and pushing out of Arven’s slit...it took his breath away a bit, that thing was a beast, far larger than any toy he’d ever tried, fittingly enough looking right in place on that beast of a male. Pointed at the tip, it swelled wide down the girth of it, and was dotted with little barbs that Chris knew could leak any number of compounds to enhance sexual pleasure or submission. He’d heard it said plenty - there was NO experience quite like getting fucked by a Nidoking, because just about anything could happen. He was about to find that out for himself.

He might have been more nervous if the hormones in his body weren’t priming him so badly that it pretty much swamped out anything except need.

Either the suggested thirty seconds went by way faster than he thought, or Arven’s restraint was less capable than suggested, because he failed to fully disrobe before the Nidoking snatched him up, his shorts half-hanging off of him and his panties damp with obvious need. Chris was suddenly very glad he’d decided against dressing up for the date, because as the fabric tore away from his body under that fierce grab and yank, he could at least tell himself he wasn’t sacrificing anything fancy or expensive. Though, at the moment, that seemed less important than getting filled by that thick cock...he felt a burning need in him that he’d never known before in his life, he was plenty familiar with arousal but this was FAR beyond natural arousal.

And Arven was only enhancing it with his barely-reined aggression. Muscular arms clamped around Chris, pulling his back into the Nidoking’s burly chest. One hand then moved to take hold of the human’s thigh, a tight grip that kept him right in perfect position for what the Nidoking intended for him. He felt tiny scratches against his back, the small barbs that were hard to see on the morph’s hide, not pricking him but leaving trails of something against his skin, perhaps something which could be absorbed into him, perhaps not...there was no telling what Arven might be leaking, which was oddly thrilling. Held up against the big purple body, Chris was pretty much helpless, entirely at Arven’s limited mercy...he could feel the pointed tip of that imposing cock against his nethers, threatening to enter him. In a different situation he might have pled for gentleness, but neither of them had the patience for such things now.

Still, Chris wasn’t expecting to have Arven just ram the better portion of that dick straight into his sopping cunt, stretching him beyond anything he’d ever imagined...nor was he expecting it to be so singularly rapturous. He orgasmed immediately upon that intruder, gushing and clenching to that proud staff as it warped his passage around it, nothing impeding its conquest of his body. And Arven was just getting started...he pulled back slightly, barbs raking against Chris’s walls and releasing divine bliss throughout him, and then snarled quietly as he pulled Chris down on him, sending him crashing past the human’s yielding loins to fill him to the base. It was an unprecedented depth for Chris, a stretch and filling that put the previous one to shame, his pleasure cresting once more. He could scarcely believe how easily he’d taken it, like his body had been primed for the specific use of this handsome beast, a perfect mix of tension and permission where he could take whatever he wanted and it would yield nothing to Chris but pure carnal satisfaction.

Already it had put all other experiences out of his mind...but this had been naught but the prelude to the real event. Arven now truly began to fuck him, dragging his cock out and then driving it back in, deep guttural growls that sounded more animal than man escaping his throat, rumbling through Chris’s body as they reverberated in that chest before release. Emptiness from that extraction was rapidly sated with a return of that filling so deep within his body, making Chris see stars every time he was hilted. With every movement, but especially as Arven was pulling out of him, he could feel those barbs raking wonderfully against his flesh, leaving their toxins behind to work whatever magic was being worked. They left a slight burn in their wake, one that only seemed to make him more sensitive and aroused, perhaps doing something more devious under that mask. It vaguely occurred to Chris that, if he so wanted, Arven could knock him up effortlessly...in the haze of raw euphoria he was under, he wasn’t so sure he didn’t want to beg for that.

Harder, faster, there was little in the way of reservation being expressed by Arven. Chris was like a toy in his hands, and he didn’t care as long as that cock continued to satisfy so thoroughly. The more he pulled out, the faster he did so, which meant those barbs scratched more fiercely, unleashing potent sparks of pleasure into the human’s lust-drunk brain. And then he would thrust back in even more forcefully, driving his dick into Chris’s deepest depths, imposing his will and another burst of rapture on the human’s body. Soon, another new feeling joined in, Arven’s shaft squirting precum deep into him, soaking his snatch with more tainted fluid, smoothing the thrusts a bit to make them faster and soothing the scratching from the barbs momentarily until they clawed at him again...as well-raked as his insides were by this point, whatever was being carried on those fluids was probably being absorbed at top speed, adding to the already-intoxicating experience.

Indeed, Chris was hardly sure what was his own body and what was brought by Arven anymore. His head was spinning, but he didn’t feeling delirious...in fact everything seemed extra stark at the moment, not muddied or indistinct but as sharp as he could have ever imagined, his body acutely sensitive, even hypersensitive to everything that was happening. He clung to Arven as much as he could, pushing back into the big body, feeling some of his body’s barbs poke in a bit, not caring at all as they felt just as good as the ones working his pussy. He squirmed and twisted, allowing those barbs access to previously-pristine flesh to get ravaged as fantastically as its neighboring spots. His own fluids mixed with Arven’s, each climax harder and more intense than the last, building up to something that he wasn’t sure he could even handle, not that that stopped him from wanting it like nothing he’d ever wanted before.

Arven’s thrusts were starting to lose their rhythm, getting more frenzied and frantic and uneven. Chris could feel that hot flesh throbbing in his loins, his sudden lover was getting so close, and he wanted to feel it, wanted to get every drop of that masculine essence inside him that he could hold. He squeezed down, twisted around him, doing all he could to stimulate and trigger Arven’s eruption, the only power he had in this coupling and the only power he wished for.

He wasn’t prepared for how well it worked on HIM, though...suddenly, before he realized what was happening, he was barreling over the edge of his own orgasm, the true peak that overwhelmed all the others, making him almost scream out in ecstasy as he spasmed and gushed all over that thick invader, jerking in that tight grip as he rode out wave after wave of sheer bliss. And in the midst of it all, a growling yell from Arven, and suddenly he felt it, the first thick pulses of Nidoking seed bursting directly into his womb, rapidly filling it up and making it warp a little more. The thrusts were mostly stopped now, just slight bucks as Arven held himself inside all the way, pumping his noxious load inside Chris.

So much, so heavy...Chris hadn’t really known what to expect from it, and none of his potential expectations had truly matched what it was. That thick fluid spurting from the throbbing shaft, matching his tightening spasms to keep a tight fit that let precious little of it leak around him, until his insides started wanting for space and it leaked out around Arven’s flesh, trickling down and soaking Chris’s vaginal walls, the dark-colored fluid finally making its appearance as it smeared around their groins.

Finally, after what felt like almost too long, Chris felt his orgasm release its grip from him. The tension eased somewhat, letting him relax a little...though, not completely, he still wanted more, could feel that need still bubbling underneath, not nearly relieved enough to say things were done, just enough to allow his mind a bit of clarity. Not that that mattered much, he wasn’t going anywhere in the grip of the big Nidoking anyway. His head was still spinning from all that had happened, the intense round had been nothing like he’d anticipated for his first time with another male, nor had it been the kind of thing he thought he would enjoy so much...how much of this was the hormones and how much was it unrealized desires? Would he ever really know? As amazing as this was, he could see it having twisted him a bit from what he was, turning this into a much more enduring kink. Not that he could really say he truly minded that…

Suddenly Arven moved, breaking Chris from his thoughts. That thick cock pulled out of him, making him mewl in need, not wanting to lose that thickness that had given him such bliss. Suddenly he was spinning, his head not stopping with his body, and by the time he had warded the sudden dizziness he found himself with his back against the wall of one of the buildings lining the alley, with that muscular beast looking right at him. That stare was breathtaking, hungry and predatory, yet underneath it was something more than just carnal desperation...there was a depth in those eyes that spoke of more than just sexual need, it betrayed a yearning for passion, for communion. Chris had never seen that look directed at him like that...it made his heart skip a beat, as he suddenly felt his own passion light up.

The moment passed, but its effects lingered as Arven took him again. Now pinned against the wall, Chris felt the sheer power of that Nidoking’s thrusts get driven into him, not holding anything back as he plowed into the human, taking him at an intensity that even exceeded the first round. Chris could feel that cock slamming into him, clawing at his insides even more ferociously, smearing around his seed and making a terrific mess of both his cunt and Arven’s tool. It felt like it should have been too much for him, too intense, too wild, too taxing on his comparatively fragile body, yet Chris felt almost like all limits had been removed, too much wasn’t even close to all he could handle...his cries got louder, wilder as he grabbed onto Arven as much as he could, trying to hold him close even as he had no chance of reining in the behemoth even slightly. Dimly his ears picked up the whispers of onlookers from the alley entrance, bearing witness to the conquest being enacted upon him...he couldn’t have cared less, they could have been in front of a stadium and he wouldn’t have been able to muster up even the slightest concern for them.

Once again his eyes met Arven’s, the Nidoking’s face much closer now, slightly sweet-and-sour breath reaching his nose. Once again, there was a moment of stasis, even as the rest of their bodies moved, but this time rather than breaking it by moving away, Arven come forward, his snout pressing into Chris’s face. Suddenly a tough tongue was pushed into his mouth, a burst of competing flavors lighting up his palate, catching him off-guard...instinct propelled him then, and he moaned euphorically as he pushed his face back against Arven’s, sucking and licking and meeting that huge tongue with his own, the kiss losing its awkwardness as they found the right angle and right pressure, an island of passion in the stormy ocean of furious rutting that continued unabated in the rest of them.

The kiss only broke as they both started to approach their limits again, that Nidoking staff starting to throb and pulse fiercely again and Chris’s loins clinging to it like his life depended on it. Their faces remained close to each other, Chris could feel the horn brushing against the top of his head, and his fingers tightened onto the Nidoking’s hide as he took all that power into his body. Both of them breathing hard, sucking in oxygen and each other’s stimulating scents, sweat pouring down them as their bodies burned with need, desire, pleasure, urgency, in almost perfect synchronicity, enough that Chris could swear he was feeling the feelings directly from Arven’s body and Arven was feeling his own. All he wanted at that moment was to be filled again, to feel that thick seed pump into him and bring him back to the pinnacle of pleasure.

He got his wish, Arven unleashing a proper roar this time that sent a furious shiver through him, and then feeling the burst of thick Nido cum rush into him again...finally, that was the last little push he needed, he cried out in rapture as he came again, squirming and twisting around the thick cock as it pumped him nice and full once again, maybe even more than last time. Chris’s eyes rolled back as the pleasure overwhelmed him, unable to do anything but ride it out and enjoy the feeling of his womb swelling up with that prolific spunk, once again trickling down him after a bit to add to the leaky splatters on the asphalt below them.

As the pleasure faded, Chris’s head was a bit clearer still than the previous time. The need was quelled for the moment, but he still could sense that it wasn’t entirely gone...there was more to come, for sure, but they’d earned a bit of a respite. He could see it in Arven’s eyes, too, more coherent and less aggressive, panting heavily into his face as Chris was into his. It felt so good, just to be close to him, have that powerful grip of him, imposing yet somehow comforting at the same time, like it was strong enough to do whatever he wanted yet gentle enough to keep it from hurting him in any way.

After what felt like a long period of just listening to each other try to catch their breaths, Arven finally spoke up. “We gotta bit of time...my place ain’t far from here. You wanna try to get there before we lose control again?”

Chris didn’t even think about it. “Yeah...take me there, stud.” A subtle, not entirely intended double meaning. Arven pulled out of him once more, then hefted him into his arms and started booking it out of the alley, their earlier audience having apparently moved on. Their clothes were forgotten in their haste, something neither of them would miss until much later.

———

Never had such weariness felt so good.

Chris awakened to a thick arm wrapped around him, a big body underneath him that was surprisingly comfortable, and the feeling of stickiness in his nethers. He was absolutely exhausted, but simultaneously absolutely satisfied. Of course, he had Arven to thank for that, their little ‘incident’ turning out better than he ever could have imagined. They had gotten back just in time for the need to overwhelm them again, with Round 3 being just as wild as the previous two; from there, they didn’t let it build up again, taking things at a slower pace while continuing to indulge their needs, including some oral play, more kissing, and somewhat gentler sex until they finally could go no longer. Apparently that had been enough to settle things down; he felt desirous on waking up, but not seized with that kind of pervasive need that had driven them the night before.

It was an unusual place to be in, by Chris’s standards. Arven’s apartment was a Ground-oriented one, with sandy floors and plenty of sandbag furniture, and an earthen scent all throughout. Said scent was oddly comforting and relaxing, though maybe that was because it was mixed with Arven’s natural odor, which he was very partial to.

His shifting a bit in the Nidoking’s arms roused Arven, who looked equally wiped out and content. “Mmm...morning, cutie.”

“Good morning to you, too,” Chris replied warmly. “That was really something, wasn’t it?”

“Damn, that’s understating it. Always wondered what they were warning me about...won’t ever doubt ‘em again. But that was a hell of a lot of fun for me, and I hope it was for you, too.”

“That’s putting it lightly...I don’t know how I could put it heavily, though, I don’t have the words. I mean, not like I have much to compare it to, but best sex of my life.”

Arven chuckled. “Always nice to get flattered like that.” He shifted a bit to lean upwards, Chris rolling a bit onto his side to lean into him. “I didn’t hurt you or anything, did I? Was trying to keep from jabbing you too much or putting anything too nasty in you, but I’ve never felt that outta control, so, uh…”

“Well, if you did, I haven’t noticed it. Not too worried, though, you can un-do most anything you can do, right?”

“Yeah, true. Well, I’m glad you’re all right, woulda been kinda nasty to try to keep ya from being pushed around only to do worse to you.”

“Would’ve been worth it. Holy hell...I never knew it could be like that. It was like I was just...made for you.”

“Yeah, the Nido hormones have that effect. Basically when you smell me, it tells your body to prepare to be fucked properly by a Nidoking, so every part of you adjusts the way it tells you to. As well as making you nice and horny, at least on first exposure.”

“Oh? I’m still smelling you now...would it still be working?”

“Yep. Since we’ve been next to each other for a while, the lust thing’s attenuated for now - we’d each be pretty easily made ready to go but not going crazy over it. But you’re still definitely suited for me, and you will be pretty much any time until you were away for a while...and even then, it’d come back pretty quick.”

Chris giggled a bit. “You sound like you know a lot about this kinda thing...I swear I could hear you trying to slip into professional mode.”

Arven let out a slightly embarrassed snicker. “Ah, yeah, well, I’d better know a few things about this sorta thing. I work at a pharma lab testing drug effects, usually I have to be a lot more, uh, formal about these sorts of things.”

“Oh, so you aren’t just a happy-go-lucky wanderer looking for people to save on the streets?”

“Not normally, but I’m not shy about doing so in the moment. You seem like a good guy, you deserve better than ta be harassed by goons like that.”

“I know. Hm, but you know, I think maybe I’ve found better.” Chris rubbed his hand on the Nidoking’s chest. “That is, if you’re interested in being that better...I suppose I don’t even know if you’re taken or not, guy like you I feel like that wouldn’t be a surprise.”

“Ah-heh, you’re a real flatterer, yeah. Nah, I, uh, I’ve never really settled down like that, I like to go out and enjoy myself, I guess you could say I get around, but that’s pretty normal for Nidokings. I wouldn’t mind something more durable, though...and you’re the first guy I can think of who’s really gotten my attention that way.”

Smiling, Chris gave Arven a kiss on the side of his snout. “Now you’re the one flattering me. But with a sexy voice like yours, I’ll gladly hear all the flattery you want to give.”

“Oh, you like my voice, do you? I like yours, too, it makes my ears feel a little nice and fuzzy.”

“Oh, your voice is divine. I could listen to it all the time...especially if you wanted to make some more of those cute purring growls while you’re rutting me into your bed.”

Arven gave a little growl at that as he shifted more upright. “Frisky already, are you? And here I thought you looked all tuckered out.”

“Mm, maybe not ready to go all-out again, but I can’t think of a better way to rest up than with you pushed inside me.”

“I like the way you think.” Arven rolled Chris off of him and onto his back, looking down at the human with a lecherous and playful grin. “But I think I like the way you moan and cry even better, so let’s see if I can’t get plenty of that out of you.”

As Chris’s legs parted and he helped tease that delectable flesh back out into the open, he couldn’t help but wonder about it a little. He was certain he’d seen something and felt something in Arven that was more than just a passing fling...but, was it truly real? Was it just the hormones acting up? Or had Arven dosed him, deliberately or accidentally, with something that made him feel that way? And even if that wasn’t the case, would they really be a good match? He still knew very little about the Nidoking, and even if he liked what he knew, perhaps there were other incompatibilities. Arven was certainly right that Nidokings had a reputation for sexual openness, and anyone who wanted to partner with one typically had to expect to either be part of it or put up with it...would he be all right with either of those options?

But, as he felt himself be filled once more, a breathy moan escaping him, he decided it wasn’t worth dwelling on compatibility right now. After all, this was his first time getting with someone else, maybe it wasn’t going to be the thing for him, but he figured it was best to just enjoy what he could of it, and if it didn’t work, he’d know what he’d need to think about for next time. As for whether his feelings were induced or a natural reaction, he could worry about that later.

Three years on, with their first child on the way, he had stopped worrying.