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Am I a monster?

I look at the picture of Keiran and me, taken when we went on a hike on the Pale Mountains and now sitting under my monitor; how am I going to tell him?

CAN I tell him?

Will he leave me?

Will he hate me?

The computer's fan finally starts ramping down, signaling that the program is finally done compiling.

I stare at the spinning cursor on my screen for a while as I wait for the system to become responsive again, nervously tapping my fingers on my desk.

I'm scared.

Liking pokémon, even to THAT extent is not illegal in Solris, but the thought of losing my best friend... I just can't come to terms with it.

As I zip the output to upload it to the client's machine, Kyle calls me.

«Samuel, did you read Ferretti's email?»

The notifications pops up right as he ends that sentence.

«No, let me check... "Hello..." Yadda, Yadda, Yadda... "...decided that we actually need the following additional fields as well..!"»

I fall back on my chair, at my wit's end.

«One hour of compilation for nothing. I fucking hate that man.»

George cackles from the back, his dimples creasing further. «Good old Alfred, as per usual!»

«Pretty sure that's all of our clients...» Eric points out from next to him, stretching his tall, muscular figure above the cover of his monitor.

«And yet I'm worried about having so few left.» I comment, bringing my eyes back to the email. «I hope you guys are keeping your resumes up to date...»

Eric knocks on wood, but does not reply.

«Oh, how are you still not done being a downer?!» George retorts.

«I'm an old wreck, remember? That's what we do best.» I point out, gathering my thoughts.

«So... what do we do with Ferretti's customization?» Kyle interjects.

«It's well past 17, so the best he'll get today is a commit on our server.» I reply, uploading my work there before grabbing my bag and jacket.

«And with that, I'll see you tomorrow.»

«You're leaving?» Eric asks, surprised.

«I'm just taking back the free overtime I gave the other day to fix a mess one of you made.»

I glare at Mike, who has pretended to be invisible this entire time.

I decide against lecturing about the lack of comments and commit messages in his work, as given the weed-filled head under his messy hair, it would probably be just a waste of time and energy, and I have way bigger concerns right now.

«Bye.» I take my leave with an unenthusiastic wave.

Old Jordan isn't here today, so at least I won't get shit for leaving early, even if it's within our agreement.

Once in the parking lot, I open the trunk of my old sedan and throw in the bag, ready to leave, when I get a message from Keiran on my phone.

"Hi Sam, a bunch of Owners rallied up in front of the shelter. I think I'll come home late...", it reads.

I sigh, annoyed but unsurprised by some people's ability to be a pain in the ass.

If I recall correctly what my lucario told me, "Owners" have pretty much the opposite view on pokémon rights compared to me; they believe that all of them, regardless of intelligence, feelings, or any other layer of sentience, have to obey humanity, following the more radical interpretation of Arceus's myth of creation that nutjob that is Derrick Occhilupo, their chairman, is so fond of.

I reverse out of the parking spot, and I head for the main road.

What could they even want from a shelter?

Complain about noises? About pokémon working under the state at the same level as humans?

I take a deep breath as I shift into second gear.

Ah, screw it; I'll just wait for him to explain what happened once he gets home.

At least that will give me time to figure out what to tell him.

I've been staring at the table for half an hour now, and I still have no clue on what to say.

"Keiran, I'm attracted to Pokémon..."

I might as well shoot him between the eyes by how forward that one is.

"K, you know how my search history is alway empty..?"

Maybe not.

"Chief, there is something I need to tell you."

Alright, I guess I'll end up circling around the point as long as humanly possible...

"It's best if you"-

The lock starts turning out of the blue, startling me.

I follow the lucario with my eyes as he pushes the door open, his compact, toned frame walking into the flat.

«UUURGH!!!» he audibly groans. «Home, sweet fucking home..!»

«Hey, K..!» I greet him, uneasy.

His head snaps towards me, and he smiles, letting his tongue loll out with wide eyes as he carries his bag in, faking fatigue.

«Sammy..!» he then greets me, plopping the bag on the couch, before disappearing behind the cooking corner.

«Arceus almighty, I've never wanted to strangle someone that much before!» he vents as I hear him climb on the counter to scavenge some chips from the cupboard.

«Did they break anything?» I ask, avoiding my issue.

«Not really, but a few bottles and rocks were thrown against the walls; the little ones were reasonably scared! Thankfully, a squad car was in the area, so that didn't last long. Things were about to escalate, though..!» he replies, followed by the rustling of aluminium foil opening.

«What did they even want? You're not politically affiliated with anyone...»

He reappears with an open bag of chips in his paws, and he shrugs.

«I was busy tending to the orphans, so I only heard something about "funding", but I'm not sure if they were talking about us or the police.»

«'Cause you're state-funded, right?»

He bobs his head to the sides as he eats.

«I am, plus a few more of us caretakers, security, and the accounting staff. The rest is volunteers, and a lot of our budget comes from donations.

But enough about that; I want to forget it ever happened and instead learn why your face and aura make me feel like you're facing the death penalty.»

A shiver travels down my spine as he calls me out.

He tosses the open packaging in the middle of the table right before sitting in front of me, his paws joined together to hold up his back as he leans forward.

«Take your time, Sammy.» he reassures me as he watches me squeeze my own hands together as a self-soothing behavior.

I desperately try to steady myself, to no avail.

I can barely hold his gaze.

«Take your time.» he repeats, even gentler this time.

A nervous chuckle escapes my throat.

«Is it bad?» he asks in response, with a hint of worry in his voice.

I nod vigorously. «Yeah..!»

«Jail bad?»

«Nah..!» I breathe out.

He tilts his head for a second, before letting out a giggle.

«Well, that's already good news..!»

Despite the nervous grin that appears on my face, I remain silent.

«Hm.» he goes, after almost a minute of that.

«Do I have to try and guess?»

I don't reply, going back to staring at the table instead.

«It's not your job, or you would be simply cursing against the walls, furniture, and everything else in here.»

I raise my eyebrows for a split second in agreement.

«You're single, so nobody broke up with you.» he continues. «And it's something that makes you feel like shit.»

«And it's something that makes me feel like shit.» I repeat in agreement.

Eventually, he sighs as he arches his back with his arms crossed, already at a loss.

«Look, Sammy. It's fine if you don't want to tell me, but if it's hurting you-»

«I'm a poképhile.» I blurt out in a moment of self-induced panic.

For a few seconds, the silence engulfs the flat, more deafening than ever.

I can't find the courage to look back up at him, but I can hear him shift his weight on the chair.

«As in...»

«Yeah.» I nod, grabbing a chip, but I ultimately leave it on the table right in front of me, unable to eat it.

«In the bad way.»

In the corner of my eye, I see him lean on the armrest, where he remains silent for a few seconds.

«I see.» Keiran comments, holding his jaw between his fingers.

After a few seconds of awkward silence, I manage to search lift my head, and I raise my arms.

«That's... it? "I see"?!» I exclaim, tense and surprised.

He nods, still scratching his chin as he looks away, thoughtful.

«Yeah. I mean, it's not like you confessed to murder, or anything of the sort...» he retorts.

«Bu- but-! Don't you feel threatened, knowing that you're technically attractive to me? Knowing what some people do to their mons?» I add, trying to get a "proper" reaction out of him.

Instead, I get a shrug and a smile.

«Hey, thanks! I'm straight, though. But anyway: it's still you, man!

To me, you keep being the guy who took in a poor, abandoned riolu from a shelter. So what if you like pokémon pussy?!» the lucario replies, grabbing another chip. «Or cock!»

A soft gasp escapes my mouth, leaving it just as wide open as my eyes.

Keiran smiles again, and closes it with a gentle push of a finger.

«There; now the beedrills won't get in.» he jokes. «But seriously; I know how hard keeping this hidden has been for you.»

His eyes dart away for a second.

«Literally; your aura lets me pretty much see right through your emotions. Eh-Ehm!»

His gaze softens as it returns.

«Thank you for being honest with me; I really appreciate it. But as you may have already gathered, it makes pretty much no difference to me.

Well, it does explain why you got "excited" during that primarina show. The lead was a hottie, I'll give you that!» he chuckles.

Then he sighs, and he offers me his paw.

«Samuel. To me, you'll always be the best human in the world, and my very best friend. No matter what..!»

In disbelief, I reach back for him, making him smirk.

«That's my man.»

A couple of tears of joy stream down my cheeks as I feel the warmth of relief, love, and acceptance.

«Oh, boy; I'll get the tissues!»

He announces, dropping off the chair.

«Now I understand why you keep 'em near the computer...» he comments as he enters my room.

A joyous laugh leaves my body, carrying away the stress it was holding.

«Did you have any doubts?» I reply, amused.

He peeks his head from the door, his eyes shut and his mouth stretched in an exaggerated smile as he shakes his head.

«Not a single one.» he whispers, emphasizing each word before disappearing back inside.

«Alright, time to change the plan of action; now that I know why no human seems to do it for you, I imagine that going back to that snobby bar is just going to be a waste of hard-earned cash.» Keiran comments, resting against the wall.

«Weren't you going out with that braixen girl, tonight?» I ask, turning on the chair to face him.

«Sure am; I'm just thinking on how to deal with YOU.» he promptly replies.

«I don't want you going out with the first shady mon you meet in the first shady shithole you enter in the first shady alley you find..!»

I tap my shoe as I wait for him to reopen his eyes with a solution.

Then he claps his paws together as he seemingly finds it.

«Duh! I'll send you to the same place I met Sheila at!» he exclaims, pointing a finger at me.

I raise an eyebrow, wary of his "places".

«It's a nice one, this time! A bit underground, but nice nonetheless. The barman is really good at his job, too.»

«Uh-uh... Have I really never been there before?»

«Uh, no, no. I... didn't think it would have been your... "genre", so I never brought it up.

But you should really try it out! Hold on!» he insists, before disappearing into his room.

«Here!» he finally says as he comes back out shortly, sliding across the floor while holding a neon pink leaflet.

«They offer a membership, so if you end up liking it, you can get a small discount with this.»

«Uh, an entrance fee.» I comment, unenthusiastically accepting it.

«Trust me, man! I'll pay you back in full if it doesn't work out!» he insists.

«How much did they give you to shill this place?» I joke, giving him a smirk.

«69 cents and a glass of expired milk!» he plays along, puffing up his chest with pretend pride.

«Your integrity never ceases to inspire me.» I comment, my grin expanding as I read the paper.

«"The Swingshot", uh? "53, Moonshiner's Street"..?

I've been driving down there every single day in the last seven years to go to work and I've never seen it; is it like fucking platform 9 and three-quarters, have to go through a wall to get to it?»

«Nah, it's just down an alley. You'll recognize it because it's the only clean one you'll find. And... there's a sign.» he replies.

I sigh as I stuff the leaflet in my pocket, standing up to stretch.

«Okay... I'll give it a shot.» I finally give in.

«Nice! You won't regret it, Sammy!» he playfully bumps his fist against my abdomen.

«I hope so...» I yawn, stretching.

I look at the clock.

«9 PM. If I leave now, I should be able get there at a decent time after opening hours.» I comment, weighing my options as I look at my jacket.

«Yep. Go, if you want; I'll lock the door on my way out.» Keiran reassures me, before giving me a wink.

«Have fun, my guy.»

«49... 51...» I read, slowly inching my car forward.

Moonshiner's Street is a fairly small side-street of Founders's Road, which allows the few chosen ones that know of the lies of its old "dead end" sign to avoid a nasty roundabout.

The asphalt is fully surrounded by five-story tall residential buildings, all leading to a hidden left turn that ends up back in the main road.

«55..?» I stop, confused.

I reverse for a few meters under the disapproving looks of an old man who went out for a smoke on his balcony, and I turn my head towards the dark alley between the buildings.

I pull down my window and squint; I swear, I can see a mysterious pink glow paint the walls from an unnerving turn into an unknown sub-alley.

If it's not in there, I don't know where else to look.

The low rumble of the engine calls me back from my thoughts as it waits for instructions.

I pull up in the first available parking slot, which must be public, since the old man doesn't seem to object when I dismount.

Hopefully, I won't get keyed too much.

I look around: nobody is in sight, and there are no sounds aside from cars cruising in the distance; that's pretty odd for a spot right outside a bar.

Unless I really did get the place wrong.

I slowly make my way into the alley, my senses as sharp as they've ever been to try and spot any threats that could be hiding in its dark corners.

As I reach the turn, I confirm that there is in fact a pink light dispelling the shadows, its source being a neon sign picturing a slingshot about to throw a spilling shot glass, and the words "The Swingshot - OPEN" shining right below it.

«How the fuck are you still in business..?» I wonder, looking back at the unconventional path I just came from.

At least, the alley is actually decently kept; a large, surprisingly new-ish doormat covers the bare cinder, while a series of large potted plants give the whole place a clean, elegant vibe, almost making me forget I'm supposed to be in one of the shadiest type of architecture in a city.

On the wall, beside the number "53", there is also a fairly long list of snacks and drinks written on a chalkboard, all oddly affordable for their caliber.

Then the membership and the entrance fee come back to my mind, and it all adds up again.

The lack of windows does make me kind of skeptical, but given the lack of litter and the healthy plants, it's probably because there is very little to see on this side.

Then something hits me about the door, or the doorS, to be precise: the entrance is actually made up of at least six different ones, ranging from three meters to about forty centimeters tall, all nested inside each other, each with its own proportioned handle.

Maybe to let people bring their large pokémon with them without having to return them into a ball?

Quite unique.

And it should be fairly spacious inside, if that's the case.

I sigh as I straighten my jacket, and after making sure the leaflet Keiran gave me is still in my pocket, I push a door open and enter.

«Good evening...» I greet the first human-like figure I see, before I realize that standing behind the desk is actually a surprised gardevoir in a typical black and white waitress uniform.

The pokémon quickly but not fully overcomes her shock, and tries to greet me with a smile, even if her soft, graceful lineaments don't really commit to it.

«Good evening, sir..! Welcome to The Swingshot! How may I help you?»

I can't blame her; I'm still unsure of what to say myself.

«Uh... I was looking for... a drink.»

Already off to a great start.

«Of course! Our lounge bar is located right at the end of the corridor!

The restrooms are to the right, while the stairway to the rooms is to the left;

you'll need to pay an extra for the latter, or become a member!» she explains, winking.

«Oh, so you're actually a hotel? Kinda..?»

She rapidly blinks twice, seemingly taken aback by the question.

«Er... not exactly.

Uh... You see, this is actually a place where pokémon of all species and backgrounds come to... "unwind" and make new... "acquaintances".

With whom they can "unwind" together, if they wish..! In our rooms..!» she tries to explain, becoming increasingly awkward as she continues.

«OH.» I realize, feeling immediately dirty.

Now I understand why Keiran recommended this place..!

The room gets suddenly hotter, unsurprisingly.

«Eh! Eh! Yes...» she rubs her nape, looking away.

«"For pokémon"... So... are humans not..?» I ask, pondering what I managed to retain of her words.

«Oh! No! No! No! You can absolutely enjoy our drinks!

We don't discriminate against our customers!» she is quick to reassure me, bringing her arms forward.

«And... if I wanted to use one of your rooms..?» I ask, looking down as I sweat bullets from the embarrassment.

«Oh..!» she gasps softly.

I sigh, nervously adjusting my weight.

«Uh, I mean- yes, of course! The way it works is extremely simple!» she recovers, going back to what must be her usual script.

«You will find a row of stools in front of the counter; you may pick whichever you prefer, but understand that you might be asked to move if the bar is crowded.

By taking a seat, you will let the other customers know that you are open to meeting them.

Consent is not optional in our establishment, so it will be up to them to sit next to you and strike up a conversation.

From there... who knows..?» she adds a hint of playfulness at the end.

«So, sit and pray... Got it. Thanks, miss..!» I try to summarize for myself, about to move on.

«Uh... without subscription, you would need to pay an entrance fee...» she politely reminds me.

«Oh, right! Sorry..! I'm so nervous...» I apologize, pulling out my wallet.

«No worries!» she reassures me. «Everyone feels that way the first time. I'm sure you'll do great!»

«Eh. Poképhiles have a horrible rep, so my expectations are low. How much was it again?»

«Twenty. The kind of human you're referring to gives off bad vibes from a mile away; trust me, I know: I personally kicked out a few myself.» she comments with a slightly colder tone as she operates the cash registry.

That reminds me that if I do some stupid enough shit in here, she could blow up my head without even having to look at me.

No wonder there's no bouncer at the entrance...

Then her smile reappears.

«But I can sense you're not like that.»

I nod, returning the smile as I place the money on the desk.

She places the banknote inside the register using her telekinesis, with which she also hands me a keycard.

«Thank you! Have fun!» she sends me off with a wink.

I turn around, and as I follow her directions, I study the place; it looks like your average pub, with a traditional wooden infrastructure dimly lit by colorful, soft neon lights placed along the walls, under paintings and pictures of tasteful nudes of various pokémon, sometimes paired with humans as well.

I suppose the attraction can come from the other side, too.

A quiet but enjoyable electroswing tune reaches my ears from strategically placed speakers as I move forward, probably contributing to the place's name.

I can see the counter at the end of the hallway, behind which stacks of bottles, small kegs, and various tools are displayed on large sturdy shelves, some darkened by a big shadow cast by a figure invisible from my position.

Chances are, the barman is actually a barmOn.

My guess is proven correct when I step into the main hall, and I find myself in front of the large counter, presided by a Machamp wearing an elegant uniform with four sleeves and a bowtie, similar to the gardevoir's from earlier.

The muscular pokémon is busy cleaning two glasses, dedicating one row of arms each.

As I get closer, he stoically glances at me, and then goes back to his job.

«Good evening.» he greets me with a calm, deep voice, very fitting of his mighty physique.

«Evening...» I reply, studying the row of stools in front of me.

«I recommend choosing an even stool, as to leave the two adjacent ones free. Better if towards the middle.»

«Ah, okay. Thanks...» I reply, unsure whether it was a suggestion or a "suggestion".

In doubt, I follow it by sitting on the... sixth one from the left, pretty much in the middle of the line.

«Would you like something to drink?» he calmly asks, setting down the glasses and rags at the same time to look at me.

His dark orange eyes feel way older and experienced than the rest of his rugged yet smooth lineaments, giving his gaze a strength of its own.

«Uh... a Gin and Tonic, please.»

«With nomelberry peel?»

«Sure...» I accept, thoughtful.

I wonder when other customers will show up; so far, I seem to be the only-

A sudden movement reflected inside one of the bottles on the counter grabs my attention.

It wasn't the machamp, and I surely did not move.

Is there someone... behind me?

All of a sudden, I feel like there are dozens of eyes staring at my back, their gaze piercing it like cold needles.

Hesitantly, I slowly turn around, and I freeze when I see the tables hidden to the sides of the entrance, occupied by several pokémon of different species and sizes, predators and prey, male and females, all giving me different looks.

Some seem just as surprised as me; others range between amusement and near disgust; others again are just thoughtful, or perplexed.

«So, I just have to wait, right..?» I whisper to the machamp, unsure.

«Hm-mh.» he nods, focused on garnishing my order.

I start tapping my fingers, growing impatient.

Let's hope I didn't spend 24 bucks just to get a drink...

Suddenly, a flutter of wings makes me turn my head, which I jerk away when a large bird lands right next to me, taking me off guard.

By the looks of it, I'm facing a Staraptor.

A female, if I'm not mistaken.

Once they're done folding their large wings, they gives me a gentle smile.

«Mark, could you make me an Aperol Spritz, please?» she asks, confirming my guess about her sex.

«Certainly, Angela.» the machamp replies, glancing at me to make sure I heard her name.

«Thank you, dear.»

Then, her crimson eyes begin studying my own, shining with curiosity.

«Hello there, young man.» she greets with a kind voice, gently tilting her head.

«Hello..!» I reply, a bit nervous.

Her feathers are shiny and perfectly kept, just like her typical bright red bang.

The reflection of the neon lights on her beak is quite distracting, yet, for some reason, I find it hard to let go of her gaze for more than an instant.

For her kind, she must be a hottie.

Well, she definitely is for me.

Her smile sweetens, as if she saw a baby trying to stand upright for the first time.

«You've found yourself in quite the corner, uh?»

«Oh, that's for sure!» I nod way too energetically.

Damn, I have to start contributing to the conversation too, or she'll lose interest!

«My name is Samuel, by the way..!» I awkwardly introduce myself.

«Angela.» she replies. «Say, Samuel; is it fair for me to guess you did not pay the entry fee just for that drink?»

«Very much so.» I confirm immediately.

«Well, well, well... What a coincidence!» she comments, her expression growing slightly more "predatory".

«We all seem to have something in common in here...»

If I wasn't before, I am definitely blushing now.

«You don't see many humans in here, do you?» I ask, trying to ease the tension by walking around the focus of this meeting.

«Hmm... No, you are definitely a rare little gem.» Angela replies.

«"Gem"? I've heard they've had trouble with poképhiles, at some point...»

«Trust me, love; THEY were the ones in trouble.» she comments, uncovering her fearsome talons from under her plumage to study them as they glint under the lights.

My eyes widen with worry as I nod, my body tensing up.

Her legs and fingers are rugged and muscular, as one would expect from a predator of her caliber, yet they still maintain some sort of elegance, probably thanks to her figure and demeanor.

«I promise I'll behave...» I let out, intimidated and mildly aroused already.

«Good boy..!» the staraptor jokingly replies, likely noticing that.

Mark places our drinks in front of us.

«Thanks.» «Thank you, dear.»

The machamp nods and goes back to work, trying to give us some space.

«How did YOU find this place, by the way? I doubt you can smell the honey powder in the pots by the entrance.» she then asks, lifting her glass with her talons.

«I came out of the closet to my lucario a little more than an hour ago; he told me about it.»

«Oh, he took it well, then! I'm glad!» Angela beams, taking a sip by submerging her beak.

«Yeah! It went better than I could ever imagine, to be honest..! I don't deserve that guy!» I tell her, following her example.

This is some good Gin and Tonic.

«That's wonderful! I know you already do, him being your pokémon, but you should really hold him close...» she comments.

«I have no plans of kicking him out... most of the time.»

«I thought you just said you didn't deserve him?» she cheekily points out.

«At times, nobody deserves him; not even my worst enemy!» I confirm, taking a large sip.

The avian giggles.

«How old is he?»

«Turning five in a couple of months. Seems like yesterday he needed my help to reach the sink...»

«Well, then I would say it's to be expected from a freshly grown up fighting type!» she concludes.

«I guess so; it's amazing how much energy he still has after a full day of work at the shelter!»

«What a sweetheart! And what do you do for a living, instead?»

«I work as a programmer for a small studio, about twenty minutes away from here. It's not that bad, all things considered.» I reply, avoiding the detail that said company is circling the drain. «You?»

«I've been doing deliveries for a while, but I might retire soon; my years are catching up to me...» she says, stretching delicately.

When I narrow my eyebrows, I can see her regretting what she just said.

Angela sighs, averting her gaze.

«I'm sorry about not telling you straight away.»

«What do you mean..? I'm 27; your species should mature at around... 2..? I should be the one-»

«I'm 51.» she interrupts me, turning back to me with a sorrowful look.

«OH.» I stupidly let out, taken aback.

She lets out a bitter chuckle.

«Yeah... If I were a human, I could very well be your mother..!» she comments, a hint of sadness in her voice.

«I would have never guessed. Staraptors must age like fine wine.» I retort, taking another sip as I try to salvage the situation.

«In a human's eyes, maybe. To my peers, I'm just an old wreck on her way out, barely worth a side-glance.»

«Bullshit. 51 or not, you're objectively a 10!» I immediately reply, biting my tongue the next second as I fear having gone too far.

She giggles.

«What a gentleman!» she then croons with an upturned beak, almost amused.

«Comforting an old, grey hen in her time of need..!»

Now that I know that, as I take a more careful look at her perfectly kept plumage, I can actually see a few white spots here and there, and a few old scratches along the edges of her shiny beak.

My previous evaluation still holds, though.

«You know, some of the other costumers were considering making a move on you; I just happened to outspeed them.»

«The fastest hen in the west!» I promptly exclaim, spinning my glass on the counter.

«And the best-sighted. Speaking of which: not bad, love. Those tight jeans of yours are giving me quite the show...» she retorts, following my hard shape with an intent stare.

I instinctively try to raise my leg to hide it, with questionable success.

«But still: if you wish, I can go back to the tables and leave you to someone younger...»

«Why are you beating yourself up so much?» I interrupt her, starting to get annoyed at her defeatism.

She slightly opens her beak as her eyes widen, taken aback by the question and by my sudden change in tone.

«You came to me with the confidence of a legendary Pokémon, giving the vibes of a first class dommy-mommy;

now, sorry for being explicit, but you got me hard just by looking at me, and you are clearly interested in bringing this to the next step; why did you fall apart when you told me how old you are?

Because I was surprised you carry it so well? Or is it just peer pressure?» I then ask, frustrated.

She can't waste herself for something so idiotic!

«What if I was attracted to mature women? The object of your insecurity would become your trump card!»

She looks at the bottom of her glass, thoughtful.

«I mean, let me put my idea into context: I don't have a six-pack; never had one.

It's the abdominal muscles fully showing on one's belly, if you didn't know. Like Mark's, which you can see through his uniform.» I continue, gesturing at the area on my body.

«So, allegedly, this six-pack thing is supposed to make you the hottest thing on the planet, allowing you to have sex with anyone you can dream off;

despite working out regularly for years, I never managed to get it.

My genes probably despise me, who knows; the fact is: when I was younger, I was so insecure of that, I would not take off my shirt at the beach, even in front of my close friends.»

Her eyes don't move from her glass as she tilts it to stir the ice, but she looks focused, so hopefully she's following.

«I believed I would have never got laid or been loved by anyone, if that damn mark didn't appear.»

Dramatic pause..!

«Then, at 23, a girl saw it while I was stretching, and she later told me that she "liked my tummy".

My hairy, unsculpted tummy, liked by someone.

It sounds stupid, I know, but thinking about that dumb, little compliment gradually changed my mindset: it made me realize that it was all BULLSHIT.

That six-pack thing? Bullshit. My insecurity? Bullshit.

My training? Not really bullshit, since there's no jar back home I can't open.» I continue, leaning towards her as I give more emphasis to my speech.

A little smile assures me she's actually still listening.

I hope I'm making sense, because I feel like I've lost the thread.

«Being alone and unwanted for one stupid thing like that? Bull. Shit. Absolute. BULLSHIT.»

«Please, lower your voice if you have to curse.» Mark suddenly but calmly asks, looking otherwise unperturbed.

«Sorry. But the moral of the story is: no matter how bad you think you look, there will always be someone who will find you beautiful, for one reason or the other.»

She slowly nods, her expression unchanged.

«I'd recommend not being an asshole, though. At least not too much.» I then whisper, leaning back, satisfied with myself.

She chuckles, giving me an appreciative glance.

«Eh. I guess I just got schooled by a fledgling!» she then looks up, thoughtful.

«Learning has no age.» I retort, finishing up my drink.

«Indeed. Especially if you've lived most of your life on a rocky cliff in the middle of nowhere, pumping out chicks and hunting to feed them all day.» she agrees, settling on her stool.

«Oh. How long are we talking about..?» I narrow my eyes.

«About 40 years.»

My eyes go wide, and I almost drop my glass.

«Dear Arceus... I would go insane.» I quietly comment, suddenly humbled.

«Yeah, I would too, if I were to go back to that life. Luckily, after my last clutch left the nest, something felt different; I felt... Tired. Trapped. Old.»

I'm starting to think I missed the mark by A LOT.

«I didn't know anything about the world outside the hunting grounds; but I knew that if I hadn't reached it, I would have died the next day.» she says. «Before dawn, I was already half way to the closest human city.»

«It must have been otherworldly, for you.» I suppose as I try to imagine the picture of a massive place filled with lights, machines, and massive geometrical shapes and patterns with the eyes of someone who had always lived among sharp mountains and lush forests.

«It sure was. I couldn't speak at the start, but with the help of other staraptors, I quickly learned my way around, and I ended up getting a job anyway.

It doesn't break the bank, but paired with some hunting in my spare time, I've never suffered hunger or cold ever since.» she adds, her feathers rousing slightly with pride.

«Yet, something was missing. I needed... a different kind of nourishment, of warmth.»

Her eyes study me, sending a hopeful plea. «Affection.» she lets out, as if to call it to her.

«I had spent all of my adult years as an incubator for my species, without an ounce of love; just land on me, fill my cloaca, and leave.

Not a word, nor any help.» she continues after a brief pause.

I really, really want to wrap an arm around her back to comfort her.

«Avians like me aren't particularly appealing to most creatures, and being an apex predator doesn't really help, either.

I could have tried something with the other staraptors, in hindsight, but I was afraid I would have been caught in the cycle I had just escaped.

And now I'm too old for that, anyway.»

Once she puts down her empty glass, I gently pull her closer by gently wrapping my arm around her, taking her by surprise, and I hold her up against my body.

Mark glances at us, assessing the situation for her safety.

«I'm sorry. About what you had to go through, and about lecturing you without knowing anything about you..!»

She just stares into the distance, her breath unsteady.

When I expect her to try breaking free, she rests her head against my chest as her eyes gently close.

«You weren't wrong, though.» she retorts, rubbing her feathered cheek against me. «I AM insecure about my age.»

«It will take some time for you to overcome it, but once you do...»

«...I will become a first class dommy-mommy.» she concludes, opening one eye to look up at me.

«Uh..!»

The corners of her beak lift in a grin.

«I really like its shape, by the way.»

«Well... thanks..!» I reply, embarrassed.

«Kindness really gets me going. Shall we move to the next step, love?»

My face is on fire.

Her eyes are lit with desire.

«Yes..!» I finally reply.

Her plumage ruffles up as she gives me the most powerful bedroom eyes I have ever received.

After we pay for our drinks, I scoop her up properly, letting her rest into my arms while I make sure to not leave her femininity exposed.

«Well, aren't you a macho!» she comments, amused.

With the corner of my eye, I notice the other costumers are staring at us, and I realize that they must have heard my story.

Feeling my cheeks flush, I head up the stairs, Angela's fluff pressed against my chest.

Pink lights are shining through the purple corridor, marking the position of the rooms and giving the place a surreal atmosphere.

«Number 7.» I let her know, remembering what's written on the keycard.

«It should be at the end of the next corridor, if I recall correctly.» Angela points me.

«Okay...»

I make my way through the corridor, my footsteps resounding despite being muffled by the long carpets and my attempts at keeping my steps light.

On the walls there are more tasteful nudes, although slightly more... "intense" than the ones downstairs, interrupted only by doors and some sparse furniture.

Suddenly, I feel a gentle pressure against my lower abdomen.

«That girl was right: you have a nice tummy.» she comments, gently massaging it with her foot, tensed up as she keeps her talons away from my flesh.

«It's firm, but it also has a thin layer of softness. I like it!»

«Well, thank you..! I love your plumage, since we're on topic.»

I reply as I pull out the card, flustered.

«Would you like to stroke it?» she then invites me, a hint of vulnerability in her voice. «It's only fair...»

I push the door open with my hip, entering the room as I gently place my hand on the back of her head.

Her eyes flutter closed while she takes a deep breath, relaxing as I follow her body, letting her feathers course between my fingers.

I didn't think they would actually be this soft; without looking at her, the strong muscles below are the only thing differentiating the avian from a cloud.

«Hmm...» she softly lets out, enjoying herself.

In the chaos of emotions that's ravaging my mind, I manage to find the bed, and trembling as if I were a virgin again, I sit on its edge, holding the staraptor on my lap.

To try and change things up, I gently scratch her cheeks, like I saw a trainer do to reward a talonflame a few years ago.

«Ah... You seem to know how to touch a hen, Samuel... But I'm sure you can do even better~!» she praises me with a smile, her tail feathers slowly moving up.

I swallow a drop of saliva, my heartbeat skyrocketing, and I lay her down belly up on the red sheets, leaving her exposed.

Her wings spread in relaxation, in full contrast against her raised legs; the latter are actually adorable, since her haunches look like little dark baggy pants.

That picture actually brings a smile to my face.

Angela gently raises her head to give me an encouraging beam, but what gets me the most are her eyes, filled with a mixture of poorly hidden lust and need, powerful enough to send another blood rush down my torso.

«Love, you're not going to play hard to get with a staraptor, are you?» she teases me with a hint of annoyance, her talons playfully opening and closing in turns, as if she were playing the piano.

«THAT kind of prey gets treated quite harshly...»

I have to move..!

I mean, I'm sure it's just her latent dommy-mommy energy overflowing, but I would like to actually carry forward some cuddling before.

I walk on all fours until I'm above her, meeting her gaze as she rests there, her chest fluff rising and falling with her breath.

Then she looks down with a hungry grin, likely eyeing my manhood through my trousers.

«Young man, you have one minute to take off your clothes before I do it for you..!» she comments, her voice almost reaching a growl.

Before she can finish, I lower my head and kiss her neck, making her gasp in surprise.

I nuzzle my cheek against hers before slowly moving further down, kissing her throughout the chest and belly, filling my nostrils with the smell of clean feathers and kee berry shampoo.

As I move down her body, her breathing becomes heavier, closer to a moan, and I quickly understand why; as I get closer to her tail, I start feeling her muscles contract intensely, and soon after, I spot a subtle movement with the corner of my eye.

I bring my head back to get a better look, and I spot a small alcove right above the base of her rectrices, pulsating gently as droplets of a clear fluid fall back on the feathers below, like tears.

She looks back at me, instinctively letting out an annoyed chirp due to the terrible timing of the pause, which she quickly shuts down by covering her beak with her wing, visibly embarrassed.

Nervous but excited, I part her feathers with my fingers, trying to be as delicate as I can despite the raging boner pushing against my jeans.

And there it is; a single pink hole slightly protruding from her body, its "lips" connected with bridges of the same fluid it's leaking.

It's about five centimeters wide at its largest, pulsating as if it wanted to be penetrated, despite that being not the way it would receive its "nourishment".

Before I get reprimanded a third time, I start by running my tongue against it, pushing its soft, fleshy flaps along.

Angela's body contracts at once as she lets out a soft chirp.

I grab onto her thighs as I lower my face further, my nose diving into her plumage as I run my tongue across the edge of her cloaca.

«Sa... Samueeeeeee!» her voice turns into a raptor's shriek midway.

Every time it contracts, the hole coats me with a new dose of fluids, as if it had an infinite supply of them; it doesn't have any particularly strong taste or smell at first, but I can tell it's leaving a wild, almost spicy aftertaste in my throat as her ecstasy grows.

Eventually, a sudden muscle spasm and a particularly loud shriek announce her orgasm, which also causes her feet to wrap around my head to pull me closer, force-feeding me more fluids.

I can also feel the tips of her talons dangerously press against the edge of my temples and the back of my skull..!

Praying that she doesn't accidentally squeeze my brains out in her moment of bliss, I try to escape by gently pulling on her fingers; but thankfully, once she reopens her eyes and notices, she quickly lets go of my head with a gasp.

«Oh! I'm so sorry! You aren't hurt, are you?!» she frantically asks as she inspects my head, a drop of drool still dangling off her beak.

«I'm good, don't worry..!» I reassure her. «Except... I don't really know how to carry this forward.»

She narrows her eyebrows, and glances down at my groin.

After a couple of seconds, she looks back up at me and raises one.

«Of course you don't: your clothes are still on!» she points out with a note of sternness.

«Yeah, yeah; I get that! I want to feel your feathers on my skin, so I'm going to! But... do you want me to keep licking..? Use my fingers, maybe..?»

«Samuel, my sweet boy: is that your cock swelling up inside your pants or am I finally going senile?» she interjects, between worry and annoyance.

«Wait, avians can be penetrated?» I ask, taken aback.

After an instant of surprise, she chuckles.

«Oh, I thought you already knew! My mistake, love!»

As soon as she gets over herself, the avian gives me a tender smile.

«Is it your first time with a bird?»

«It's my first time with a pokémon, period.» I admit, raising my brows for a second.

«Oh! You should have told me so! You're already doing great, by the way!» she compliments me.

«Now: I imagine you know that most birds CANNOT be penetrated, so they mate through cloacal kiss, like you thought I would!»

«Hm-mh.» I nod, attentive.

«I think most of those that will come here will fall into my minority, though. Still, you should ask first!» she continues.

«Then, there is the issue with size; you dwarf the length of the average staraptor, by the looks of it...»

Angela slows down to swallow some saliva, her pupils visibly dilated as she looks at my concealed manhood.

«...but I'm sure I can take you!» she confidently concludes, looking back up at me with excitement.

«Alright, then!» I reply, noticing a couple of bottles of lubricant on the bedside table.

«We will need... these! Any preference?»

«The oran berry one.» she picks immediately. «Pecha berry is too sweet, in my opinion.»

«Works for me!» I gleefully reply as I put the other one back.

I pour some on my fingers, rubbing them against each other to make sure they're nice and slippery before I slide them in.

«Shouldn't you have pulled it out first? Your belt is still on.» she observes, her eyes narrowed with suspicion and perplexity.

«Ah, right! I'll just wipe my fingers after I'm done.» I reply.

As soon as I'm done saying that, she incinerates me with a glare.

«Time's up, love.»

Before I can even open my mouth, she takes off with a few strong wing flaps, taking me by surprise, and she pulls me by the shoulders, dragging me down on my back.

Her grip is inescapably tight, but thankfully not painful.

Her talons are barely pricking my skin, just enough to be felt without actually injuring me.

I can't even move my upper arms at all, though; I did feel her muscles, but to think she would be this strong..!

«Wow... wouldn't want to be in your prey's spot!» I try to play it off, nervous.

She grins, her eyes staring me down with lust and dominance as she sits on my chest, her lovely scent still reaching my nostrils to reassure me.

«I warned you, young man..! You messed around with a staraptor, so now you have only one way out: let it take what it wants!»

«Okay..! Okay...» I reply, sneakily moving the forearm with the lubed fingers towards her rear.

If this were a real attack, I would obviously comply; I just want to see how she reacts...

However, about 10 centimeters away from my objective, she lifts a leg and instantly intercepts my hand without even looking at it, holding it firmly in place between her talons.

«WHAT?! How?!» I exclaim as I let out a little hysterical giggle.

«My pesky-fledgling sense was tingling...» she croons, grinning while giving me an amused "not happening, you little shit" look.

Then, she pulls my fingers forward and onto my lips, where she smears the lube.

After that, she licks the latter off my face while holding eye-contact.

«Yes, definitely better than the pecha one..!»

Once done, she let's go of my hand and bends her legs, ready to jump.

After one wing beat shakes my jacket, she's on my legs, still showing off her plumage.

I stare with my mouth partly opened as she lifts her talon to reach my groin.

Slowly.

Strangely so.

When she finally smirks, I realize this is my punishment.

«I see.» I simply state, feeling oddly submissive at the sight.

«You should take that jacket off while you can, dear; it's going to get wet in here.»

I follow her suggestion, putting aside my shirt as well.

«I don't know how it looked like when you were younger, but I wouldn't mind resting on it after we are done.» Angela comments, studying my bared abdomen as she pulls my belt out of my trousers.

«You are welcome to do so...»

«Good boy: give the staraptor everything it wishes~!» she playfully teases, before caressing my rod.

«I'll be honest; this is my first time with a human, as well. I've seen some of these before, but I might make mistakes, so don't be shy if you don't like something.» she then admits, sounding more like her normal self.

«It will be your one freedom, tonight!» she winks.

«My pants are still on, mighty predator!» I return her previous taunts, winking back.

She chuckles, amused.

«Cheeky little chick~!»

Finally, she unzips my trousers, letting my tent fight against the last resistance put up by my underwear.

Angela stops, studying the bulge in awe.

«Are you okay?» I ask her, waking her up from her trance.

«Yes, love!» she quickly replies, taken off-guard.

«They just... looked smaller on the magazines..!» she smiles, probably blushing under her feathers.

«Are you REALLY sure you can take me?»

«I'll turn it down to a "maybe"... Either way, now that I've seen THIS, it's really hard to give up! Can I..?»

«Of course!»

Swallowing in anticipation, she hooks the edge of the cloth with one of her talons, dragging it down.

Then, her head recoils in surprise when my cock springs up, straight as a pole.

«Are you excited, Samuel?» she jokingly asks, amazed.

Using her wings, she gently tilts it towards her to bring the leaking glans towards her tongue, which delicately collects the fluid like dew from a flower.

I shiver as her warm breath bathes my tip, making my whole organ twitch in response.

«I wish I could do more for you, but I don't want to risk it; my beak is way too sharp for this...»

«Don't worry..! I'm enjoying it!» I reassure her, still shivering from the arousal.

She smiles.

«Then let me try this...»

The staraptor sits on my lap to bring her rugged feet around my dick, carefully keeping her talons away.

As she keeps working on my glans, Angela starts delicately stroking the base of my shaft, the rugged texture slowly working its way up and back down.

More than the movements themselves, it's the sheer care she's putting into it that's making it wonderful, and the fact that it's been a while since I last released just brings it to the next level.

I can feel the droplets of her fluids stream down my inner thighs, soaking the bed below.

«I'm a bit worried..!» I comment, trying to set up a compliment. «If you are even half as warm and lovely on the inside as you are on the outside, I don't think I will last long..!»

She giggles.

«Don't worry, love; male staraptors rarely last more than half a minute. You will do great!» she reassures me, immediately going back to pleasuring me.

«Uff..! I blame you for that..!» I quickly reply.

Hopefully I'm not getting too cheesy.

«You must be quite resilient, then! You're making me feel like the inexperienced fledgling!» she jokingly grumbles between a lick and the other.

«I'm getting close, actually..!»

Excited, she move her upper beak right above the opening and intensifies her attack, ready to intercept me as a wave of pleasure floods my mind and body.

«Oh... It's coming..!» I announce, trying my best to lift my head towards her.

I watch in awe as the first jet of cum briefly attaches itself to the roof of her beak, falling down immediately after as two other progressively smaller shots follow it.

After showing the "harvest", Angela seals her beak shut and visibly swallows.

«Now the staraptor will not eat you.» she finally jokes, pleased.

Then she looks down at my dick, surprised.

«You... you're still hard?!»

«We aren't done, are we now?» I cockily point out.

«I thought it was just a rumor..! So a human CAN mate multiple times per night! Arceus almighty..!» she comments, flustered.

«I'll be ready for more in a few minutes, Angela!»

«Of course! But first, tell me how you felt; was I too harsh on this marvel of nature?» she asks, nuzzling her beak against its base.

«Not at all; you were incredibly delicate, actually.»

«Wonderful; that means I will not have to be as careful..!» she comments, standing up.

Then, she hops back onto my abdomen, her wings spread from one side of the bed to the other, balancing the rest of her body as she curls up her fingers to keep her talons's tips away from me.

Lifting her tail up, she lets her plumage caress my cock while she tries to align it with her entrance.

Eventually, the latter introduces itself with a warm kiss, letting me know that her insides are going to be even hotter and wetter than I anticipated.

Slowly but steadily, Angela's vent stretches around my shape, engulfing my glans first, and reaching past the half-way point shortly after.

Dear Arceus... it's no fucking wonder they don't last a minute!

It's like she's trying to suck me in!

Suddenly, I feel my tip hit a solid barrier, and a soft chirp escapes her beak as her eyes temporarily lose focus on the world.

«I..! I think this is my limit..! How much is left?»

«About a third. But don't strain yourself, Angela! You've done great as it is!» I assure her, reaching out to caress the feathers on her chest.

Her walls pulsate around me as she gasps for air, weighing her options.

«Angela..!» I warn her, worried she might dare too much.

«Alright! Alright..! I'm getting it out..!» she finally breathes out, fighting against the trembling of her legs to stand back up.

After letting out a couple of peeps as she struggles, her eyes find mine, worried.

«Could you hold me, just in case..?»

I place my hands on her sides to help her up, giving her more space to enjoy herself.

«Thank you, love..!» she breathes out as she frees herself. «Oooh~!»

«You good? There is no blood or anything, but...» I manage to ask, before the sheer intensity her gaze acquires the following second makes me shiver.

«I feel like a 2 year-old during her first mating season: ready to fight to the death for some dick..!» she replies with a slight hiss, more eager than ever.

«OH. Have mercy..?» I meekly let out.

«Ah, don't worry; I'm not going to hurt you...» she croons, cocky.

Her red eyes are almost glowing under the pinkish light of the room, bringing out their possessiveness.

«...but I will make you scream..!»

Having said that, she sits back down, taking in my shape way quicker than earlier.

I swear, she's even tighter, now!

Her walls are definitely more fidgety than before, her texture more prominent, and her fluids more abundant.

And let's not talk about the heat!

The first time I got in, I was concerned about her, and I left fairly quickly, so I thought she was just particularly warm.

Now that she has gone berserk and I'm concerned about ME, I can tell that she's a FUCKING. FURNACE.

«Are you a fire type, or something?!» I manage to ask as she repeatedly impales herself on my dick, making a mess of her pristine feathers.

I already have to clench my kegels to prevent myself from exploding inside her.

«What's the matter, Samuel?! Is it getting too hot for you?!» she challenges me, powerful and majestic despite the obscenity of the act she's leading.

Well, if anything, she's having fun.

Or at least, that's what the low shrieks she keeps letting out are telling me.

Every time I bump into her cervix, she trembles and lets one out, squeezing my cock as a reward.

From time to time, she manages to stop and move her hips around like a dancer, letting me bask in the searing warmth of her flesh as she uses me to massage it, almost making both of us tear up in the process.

My balls are fucking screaming for vengeance as they hold back a flood that would make Kyogre grow hands to applaud me.

«Samuel..! SAMUEL..! SAMUEEEEEE!!!» she screams louder than ever before, the sheer volume hurting my ears.

My eyes almost cross when her insides try to milk me dry, making sure I know of her orgasm and reciprocate.

«I want it inside..! Inside..! I beg you..!» she cries as she instinctively rubs her cloaca with the tip of her wing feathers.

«Ah..!» a moan actually escape my mouth as a white tide rips the floodgates off their hinges, traveling through me at full speed.

Angela gasps and arches her body back as I fill her up, wave after wave.

As the prolactin sets in, I collapse, unable to move as the mattress slowly tries to engulf me.

The bird falls forward onto my chest, panting as she holds my penis inside her.

«Oooh~ It's been so long since I felt this way~» she comments, her voice sweet and slightly gravelly.

«How does it usually go..?» I somehow manage to ask.

«Well, we come in, HE comes in, we both finish (most of the time). Sometimes we cuddle, if it was particularly good.» she replies, tilting her head to the side as she thinks.

«And was it good, this time?»

«I just told you; it was something else..!» she beams, caressing my abdomen with her wings. «Don't you agree?»

I can't help but return the smile.

«I loved it! You are the kindest, most caring lover I've ever met!»

«You are going to make me blush again, love...» she retorts, clearly tired but flattered.

Then her eyes widen, and she looks back.

«Is- is it getting hard again..?» she stutters, in disbelief.

«I blame the hot hen around it!» I defend myself, amused by her adorable fluster, in full contrast with her earlier display of power.

«Oh... I wish I was younger; I would have had twice as much inside me, at this point...»

«If you want to go for a third round, I will gladly take care of it!»

She giggles.

«"Gladly"! Naughty boy!» she teases me, sending a shiver down my spine as she playfully nips my skin. «But I will also... gladly accept!»

Without further ado, I move to a sitting position, holding her close before gently placing her on her back once more.

«I am not going to be waiting again, am I?» she inquires, already raising a brow.

As gently as I can, I pull my cock out, dragging a bridge of our combined fluids out.

The avian chirps softly in surprise and appreciation.

«I guess not..! Then give it your all, Samuel; I want to lay scrambled eggs, tomorrow..!»

I chuckle at her remark, before grabbing the bottle again.

After spreading some lube on my shape, I get ready to give her hole a good run for its money, as she requested.

«All done.» I say, lining my tip up before I look her in the eyes.

«Tell me if it hurts, alright?»

She nods, giving me a confident smile.

Holding onto her feathered shoulders, I push it in, sliding straight towards her cervix.

She gasps, but she doesn't look in pain.

I slowly pull my rod back... and push it forward again.

Again.

And again.

«Samuel... Please..!» she begs with a whisper.

Her breathing quickly synchronizes with my thrusts, her heartbeat rising once more as we go again.

I'm getting tired myself; this will likely be our last dance together.

I look at the staraptor; she's not hiding how much she's enjoying herself, drooling and contorting her wings, whimpering, chirping, and singing to my rhythm.

Me being her first human and she my first pokémon, we have already left a big mark on each other; but I want to do more.

I want to leave her a memory to actually cherish, and not just something to rub one out to.

She said they cuddled AFTER sex; let's see if she likes it DURING the act.

For a moment, I leave my cock inside her to focus on moving my arms under her shoulders.

It takes her a few seconds to notice I stopped; I can only tell by the weak movements of her neck.

«Sam...uel..?» she murmurs, still not fully with me.

I sit on my knees, bringing her body up against mine and wrapping my arms around it, sharing our warmth.

She does not utter a sound aside from her heart murmuring against my flesh.

«You are beautiful.» I whisper in her ear, slowly resuming my movements.

«I couldn't have given this virginity to a better creature.»

The labored breathing coming out of her beak is her only response.

«Even if you were just an old hen, like you still believe, it doesn't mean you are worthless. You are a treasure, Angela.» I continue, feeling her insides pulsating as they get ready to contract around me one more time.

«It doesn't mean you are "on your way out". I wish everyone had a hundredth of your care and kindness to give; the evils of this world would be just a horror story.»

I lean forward, trying to envelop her as much as possible.

Her plumage is delicately caressing my body, her legs trying to meet behind my back, her breath washing over my skin.

«It doesn't mean you are not worthy of love, Angela. Be it physical or not.»

A barely perceptible cry escapes her beak as a growing river of fluids starts escaping her vent.

I'm not sure whether she heard me or not, but it still needed to be said.

But then again, it's could be best if she didn't, actually; I would avoid sounding like a lecturing asshole a second time.

Finally, her body arches back and away from me once again, revealing tears in her eyes as they stream along her fluffy cheeks.

I can feel a considerable amount of her juices submerging me, mixing with the ones that were already present.

And not long after, I add my own to the mix, drying myself completely.

The avian still hasn't left that position, but her breathing has almost returned to normal.

When she eventually turns back towards me, I can still see the tears in her eyes, accompanied by a joyful smile.

«Amazing work, love..!» she compliments me before giving me a cheeky look. «Round 4..?»

«Dear Arceus..!» I sigh, falling on my back.

She goes back to resting on my chest, giggling.

«We are going to make a mess when I let you out, aren't we?»

«It's fucking Alto Mare in there..!» I agree, feeling the dampness between us.

Her giggles turns into a joyful laugh.

«It totally is! And...»

Suddenly, she bounces forward, breaking the "seal", and letting our juices flow out.

«...open the gates!» she playfully announces, lifting up her rear to save her rectrices.

This last action has brought her face pretty much against mine.

Despite swallowing a load earlier, her breath still smells like the spritz she had before, of oran berry and aperol.

Should I..?

I raise my head, moving towards her beak.

«Samuel?» she turns back towards me, probably because I didn't answer.

As she understands my intentions, her eyes widen, her feathers springing up.

«W-wait! You will-!»

Placing a hand behind her head, I move my mouth inside her open beak, reaching her tongue with my own.

The curved point of her upper mandible stings my cheek, but it's more than bearable, so I continue.

She still looks worried by something, though.

Even so, she doesn't break the kiss, intertwining our tongues as we swap saliva instead.

Finally, she pulls back, flustered, but also annoyed.

«Samuel!!! You didn't think there was a reason why I didn't kiss you before?!» she exclaims, immediately hopping off me to glide towards a cupboard.

«What do you mean?» I ask, confused.

Then I feel a droplet of something course down my cheek, and a mild burning feeling grows on both of them.

After intercepting the droplet, I can safely say that I'm bleeding.

Not a lot, but I definitely am.

«Oh. Well, I'm not squeamish, so it's no biggy!» I shrug it off.

«"No biggy"..!» she grumbles, before flapping back on the bed with clean tissues and a bottle of disinfectant in her talons.

«Uff..! Keep your head down; I'll handle it.»

«I'm fine, really!» I reassure her, nudging the medicines away.

«You will not die, you mean.» she corrects me, dodging my hand and pouring some disinfectant on the tissues. «They are mostly skin-deep, but they are LARGE.»

«And I'd do it again..! Ouch!»

The burning peaks when she places the damp tissue on the wound, an amused smirk escaping her beak as she pads my skin.

«I figured. Well, if you were a steel type, or something with that kind of skin, I would have drowned you in kisses...»

«Ugh! Shame...» I groan.

«A shame indeed. Now, let me apply a band-aid on the trench you made me dig on your face.»

«It can't be that bad!» I snicker, offering her the area.

«Good luck coming up with an explanation for it, by the way...» she keeps teasing, preparing the ailment.

«Oh, stop it!»

«Save that line for your lucario..!»

She is surprisingly good at handling small objects, despite the size and shape of her limbs.

«Maybe it's a good thing you cut yourself with me; I get to warn you about it before you accidentally end up making a mess...»

«I'll be more careful in the future.» I promise as I pass the tissue around her cloaca.

«Oh, it probably won't be enough, dear; if you end up in the bedroom with other predators, at some point you are going to bleed again, no doubt.» she retorts, wiping the fluids off my penis.

Then, she turns her head to look me dead in the eyes, suddenly stern.

«When that happens, for the love of Arceus and every deity you may worship, DO NOT let them taste it, unless you both know it's safe to do so.

I say this because I don't want you to get hurt, or... worse. And also for the sake of your partner: even if they manage to contain themselves with you, it doesn't mean they will not satisfy the "rush" at someone else's expense.»

She throws the tissue in the bin, looking away.

«That's a death sentence, for a trained pokémon.»

«I see. So you..?»

«No, don't worry; it does not apply to staraptors.» she reassures me. «We only hunt smaller prey, so you can't trigger our hunting instincts.»

Then, she let's out a soft smile, probably to lighten the mood.

«And besides: I already had quite a few tastes of you already...»

«From "mom" to "dom" in seconds; there's a lot of potential here...» I comment, teasing her back.

She jokingly raises an eyebrow at me, looking back at my groin.

«Now, now, little fledgling; behave yourself. Your wee-wee has had enough fun for tonight.» she says in a motherly way, tickling my flaccid phallus with her wing.

Then, she sighs, before giving me another soft smile.

«Silliness aside... thank you for that. For those words... and that loving hug.» she says, looking away with dreamy eyes.

«Oh, so you heard me!» I exclaim in surprise, my cheeks lighting on fire.

«Why do you think I was so wet? I told you kindness turns me on!» she observes. «And I will remember this last session for a LOOONG time.»

«That is... lovely the hear. Thank you, Angela.»

«No; thank you, Samuel.»

Having said that, she stands up and presses her beak against my lips, before opening it to let the very tip of her tongue caress them.

«I will put a good word for you out there; the others will likely be even more... interested in you.» she then grins.

«I suggest you prepare accordingly..!»

Well, I guess this is going to be a regular occurrence, then.

How much was a yearly membership, again..?

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