FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

I was awakened from the depths of a profoundly restful night by the insistent chime of my alarm and opened my eyes to the dark fur of the tail still covering my face and one shimmering green eye peeking over it at me. I smiled and ran my hand down her from neck to haunch before rolling over and using one leg to lever myself upright. After a stretch I stood and made my way out of the room and to the kitchen to start coffee and prepare breakfast. Flame followed a few minutes later, the sound of the toilet flushing following her into the living room.

“What you did, last night." I began as she sat at the end of the kitchenette. Her head cocked, tail drifting around her paws as her ears rotated back and a look of concern on her vulpine muzzle. “Was very good, Flame, Lass. Very, very good." I smiled and pointed the fork I was using to whisk eggs in a bowl. “And I… well, I won't ask you to not do that, so you can let that look of worry go. I enjoyed it." Her head bobbed and the tip of her lush black tail flicked happily. “And you did too, I could tell." Again she nodded, more energetically, as more of her tail took up that pleased twitching. “Would you like your eggs raw, or cooked?" Her green gaze shifted toward the cooktop where I was heating up a pan and she twitched her muzzle toward it. “Cooked it is. And a grub?" She nodded.

While we shared a pleasant breakfast I could not help but watch her destroy that grub, daintily as always, and recall that not hours earlier my cock had been in that beautiful, slender muzzle. For the life of me I couldn't figure out how I had fit between those sharp, slender fangs and cruel edged molars. Yet I had, and it had felt wonderful. And she had taken the whole of me, from tip to root, without half-gagging like others did at half and jamming me uncomfortably against the constriction of their throat at three quarters. Yet Flame, my Lass, the little fox-like Pokémon sharing my home, hadn't done either.

Strange as it was, despite the fact that my Lass was both Pokémon and female, I was looking forward to it again. Maybe with more light so I could watch just how she managed it without cleaving my cock as neatly as the grub on her plate. Or, rather, what little remained of the thing.

She returned to the sofa as I cleaned up and, for a short time, we shared my coffee from the same mug and watched the daily weather report. Clear and pleasant, as it almost always was save when the local farms required rain or the fruit trees required frost to set their buds. Then I washed the mug and retired toward the back of the flat to get ready for my work day.

She was on the bed, stretched out couchant, and grinned toothily at me as I came out of the shower drying my hair. I met her sapphire blue, slit pupiled gaze and she pointedly lowered hers, eyes hungry as she pointedly looked at my naked crotch and then back up. She made a short, sharp, rolling sort of half-feline growl as she met my gaze and… winked. Yes, clearly a wink, one eye closing as she tilted her head slightly to one side and pointedly licked the whiskers along one side of her tapered muzzle and then the other. But she did not rise from the bed, merely teasing me with those pointed, salacious looks, lush tail whispering as it slowly swept back and forth across the pillows behind her.

I chuckled. “Oh, you want more, do you, Lass?" I joked, thrusting my hips toward her. The gekkring vulpine laughter increased as she licked her nose and nodded, but did not move.

Ebon watched from the bed as I dressed and prepared for work. I leaned down to give her a peck on the nose and a stroke between the ears before leaving for the day.

It was a slow day and I had only a few small building plans to review after a long, rather boring meeting covering topics I already knew well, and I found myself constantly distracted by thoughts of the Pokémon sharing my flat.

Was she mine, the way that others had earned the companionship of other Pokémon? How did they keep them, anyway? What did they share that kept them together since, usually, the Pokémon were not a part of their work. There were some in our offices, but they usually perched or sprawled near their bonded's work area. A few that flew, I understood, acted as arial eyes or carried cameras for site surveys and inspections, but what did those that did not fly do for their humans? What did their humans do for them, other than provide shelter and a stable source of food? Companionship? Certainly not like what Ebon was sharing with me, I imagined. Or more like it?

I glanced up as something sizzled past my office; a familiar Rapidash with saddlebags over its shoulder delivering… well, whatever its bonded needed delivering, I guessed. Who was his bonded? How did they… well, get along. I did not even know who its bonded was, only that it delivered parcels throughout the building.

Sitting at my computer ruminating I found my fingers idly entering coordinates; my assigned pick up area the day I had found Ebon's Pokéball. I ran a research worm to detail the last hundred and fifty years of the area.

There were fires, accidents, natural disasters on par with pretty much every other area one might study. A century past was a commercial air carrier accident that claimed the lives of all crew and passengers when the transport was attacked by a rogue air leviathan which was subsequently located and destroyed. It had crashed more than fifteen miles from where I found the trap, though. I pored over watershed data and natural topography. There were streams that covered that area, but none near where I found it. Landslides, perhaps? Other natural devices that could move it that far? If Ebon's trainer had been aboard.

There were other events, less disastrous, that had occurred in the area as well. A flood that struck three personal transports of which only two had been subsequently located though only one body. Several transport accidents, a few of them fatal. But those I could not see putting Ebon into the situation from which I had released her. If she was not regularly kept in the trap she would have been traveling alongside him, which would have necessitated thought and action to trap her in those final moments. Such actions could not have been done in the moments before, and likely none subsequent to, a collision or flash flood.

No, the air transport seemed the most likely origin, the passengers having more time during the attack to act.

Digging into history archives I pulled up what I could find about the air transport. It had been a heavy lift luxury airship with fifteen crew and sixty passengers, but I could find very little information on who had been aboard. A few names of historically famous figures; politicians, actors, businessmen. There was mention of highly ranked Pokémon trainers aboard but I could find no names in relation to the event.

I was pulled away from my research by more work being assigned and was unable to return to the inquiry before the end of my day.

Ebon sat up in the recliner as I entered the flat, the holo bay showing some sort of documentary on the conflicts, most social but some armed, that led to the emancipation laws now in place. Some countries retained the old systems, but they were few, small, and generally self-isolated. Most still maintained the trainer system, with Pokémon as the property of their trainers, while a small few saw them as little more than livestock to be used for labor or other purposes.

It was one of those belligerent little empires that started the conflict into which Paul had been drawn, and never returned from. And, for all intents and purposes, they had won that conflict. At least in keeping their sovereignty and territory, their expansion had been halted and crushed brutally. They were otherwise cut off from legal trade, their borders blockaded, and their political jaw-flapping seen as little more than an annoyance on the global stage.

Ebon hopped down from the recliner and trotted over as I set my briefcase by the door and knelt to accept her effusive greetings as she gekkred noisily and shoved her head into the crook of my neck while I pet her lush, satin fur. “Hey, lass." I said as I nosed between her ears and inhaled that hot-rock bouquet of her musk. “Learning much?" I said as I waved a hand toward the paused holo.

She chuttered a few noises and rubbed herself against me effusively as she nodded. After a few minutes she drew away and I stood to follow her into the living room and take a seat on the sofa. She immediately hopped up and spilled herself into my lap for more attention. “I did too, I think." I said as my fingers idly stoked along her shoulder and back, the other scritching under her chin. “Before you ended up in that Pokéball, were you and your trainer traveling?" She tilted her head up to look at me with soft yellow-green eyes, ears pricking forward at the question and then backing as she nodded with a soft, churring sigh. “On an airship?" Another nod.

Easing her aside I stood and went to retrieve my briefcase, opening it on the end of the counter. I drew out a small holo imager and returned to the living room, setting it on the end table and tapping the display button to bring up the holo I had made of the lead story featuring the event. I wasn't sure just how well she could read, but Ebon was as smart as I was, it seemed at times. She figured out a toilet and remote control, after all.

I watched as she scanned the article, her ears falling back and her tail drooping. At length she bowed her head and let out a slow, soft, growling croon of grief. Raising one dainty forepaw she reached out to paw at one of the figures in an image associated with the article. A name swam up beneath it as one of the unfortunate casualties; Bernard Greenpatch. After she had held her paw there for ten seconds the image abruptly shifted to one side as the archive crystal sent out an inquiry concerning the focus of the image.

I was surprised. No wonder I had been unable to discover the names of trainers who might have been associated with my Ebon, Greenpatch wasn't a trainer. He had been one of the aristocracy of the time, from an old money lineage that had ended with him. Greenpatch had also been the primary patron and leader of the fledgling emancipation movement of the time, a movement that did survive his passing and continued forward to finally achieve what he had sought; emancipation for Pokémon from the existing system of the era.

Many additional images of him appeared as the search expanded, many showing him with a slim, black, long legged vulpine like Pokémon at his side; Ebonflame. In most she was grinning toothily or casting her gaze up at her 'trainer'. Or, in the truth I knew of it now, her lover or, “Your mate?" I asked softly as she gazed longingly at the historic images.

Ebon turned her head to gaze up at me and nodded slowly, dropping her paw and deactivating the imager with a careful press or one claw. Turning she curled into my lap, snuffling softly. I stroked her fur consolingly and held her close. “He saved you." I observed quietly as my hand drew along her nape and back. “When he realized the airship's doom he put you in that ball to save you." Her head nodded morosely against my chest. How could I ever live up to that? The man had realized his own eminent demise and trapped her rather than have her share that death. Strange, I thought, that he did not turn it on himself. One of the reasons that those traps had been outlawed was that they also worked on humans. Unfortunately the human mind had trouble adapting to whatever the internal environment was and the results of being trapped within often had devastating effects on the minds of humans trapped that way.

I can't imagine what a century would have done to the unfortunate Greenpatch if he had turned the trap on himself. He surely did not expect that its would take so long for the device to be discovered.

We spent the rest of the evening going through whatever we could find concerning Greenpatch. He had not been a trainer, and all of the records indicated he had only had one Pokémon; Ebonflame. It was not known when, where, or how he had obtained her though she appeared at his side when he was roughly twenty-five years old. He had been working on something for his family's prospecting division on another continent at the time, though the exact location was not given. He was the last Greenpatch and assumed control of the entire conglomerate upon the passing of his parents when he was in his mid-fifties. Flame had been at his side, even then.

Nothing was known, or at least not revealed in the paucity of research we could uncover, about her species, type, or powers as they were only ever displayed and never used on record. With Greenpatch's unfortunate demise in the airship disaster the conglomerate had eventually been sold off by various boards of directors but the actual estate, considerably grown by those sales, had remained in a trust. We could not discover what became of it in the intervening near century.

Once our research petered out, which did not take terribly long since many records from the time had not been migrated to the modern data cloud, we found a movie to distract ourselves from the maudlin thoughts of her former … owner? Partner? Lover, certainly, Flame had made that rather abundantly clear already. Mate, perhaps? I had no frame of reference and did not think I wanted to look up the complexities of human/Pokémon intimate relationships as the night wore on.

We retired to bed but she did not make any advances on me as she had previously, curling up in the cup of my body as I stroked her luxurious fur. I was awakened some time later in the darkness, however, by the warm embrace of her muzzle upon my rapidly awakening cock. I chuckled softly and rubbed lightly beneath her ears as she suckled upon me, her muzzle hot and constraining around my rapidly thickening length. When I came her soft growls of contented pleasure rose to a louder, deeper sound that vibrated right into the core of my loins as I spilled my seed deep into the back of her wonderful muzzle. Only after I stopped twitching did the growl soften and end with a powerful, muscular swallow that drew the last of my offering forth as if she sought to draw my balls out along with it.

The next morning she was standing at the door as I gathered up my briefcase to head out. She stepped aside when I opened the door and then stepped out at my side. “Want to stay out, today? No one in the building can open my door for you, Lass." I warned as I locked the door. She merely gekkred at me, blue eyes flashing, and nodded. She stayed at my side as I made my way down to the street and stuck with me all the way to the tram that would take me the short distance to work. “You want to go to work with me, Lass?" I asked as we waited. There were a few others there, humans alone or with their own Pokémon, and a couple of Pokémon who were apparently on their own, either unpartnered or simply without their partners. Flame bobbed her head and, when the tram pulled up, joined me. She sat primly on the bench at my side and watched the scenery roll by.

We got off ten minutes later outside the parish extension offices and entered the building with no one making a comment that I was accompanied by a Pokémon. The security officer checked us in with nothing more than a glance at her and cursory nod. Pokémon accompanying their partners was a pretty common occurrence, after all. Once we reached my office I sat in the single chair and glanced around. “I'll have to get you a bed or something to lay on while you're here. It'll be amazingly boring, I fear, Lass. All I do here is go over blueprints." And attend meetings. So bloody many meetings, half of which were pointless.

Taking up the first submission of the day from the ones stacked on my desk I turned on my computer to begin the examination process. Flame wandered about the office and sniffed things here and there before curling up in a corner to one side of the door not cluttered with filing and blueprint cabinets.

The ubiquitous office Rapidash zoomed into my office a couple of hours later, coming to a halt so abrupt I feared they would catapult right over my desk but did not. It didn't even skid. It simply charged in at full pace, which was frightening considering the type it was, and stopped as if it had not been moving at all. It plopped the folder it had been carrying in its muzzle on my desk. “Flighty!" It said in earnest as I peered at the folder.

When I moved to transfer it to the 'to process' pile the Pokémon neighed sharply. “Flighty!" It nikkered again, with emphasis in its voice, and poked the folder back down onto my desk with its equine nose.

“Now?" I asked, half way through my fourth inspection as it was. The Pokémon's head bobbed and I saw Flame watching it from her corner near the door.

“Flighty." The Rapidash said again, which was apparently its name, and bobbed its head. I saw that the name on the folder was from the head of parish planning and there were no names below it as there would customarily be as I was seldom the first inspection step. So this was a rush job and I was one of the more swift inspectors though still diligent in my examinations.

“Very well." I said, folding the schematics I was in the process of going over and slipping them back onto the process pile. “I'll get right on it."

“Flighty, Flighty!" The Rapidash rotated in place like it was mounted on a platform and lurched into its blinding motion before stopping immediately and looking down at Ebonflame. “Fliiiiighty." It nikkered in a long, drawn-out exhalation that sounded like awe. It looked back over its shoulder at me and then was off with such speed the blinds on my door rattled.

It was only then, in that moment of its pause, that I realized that the Rapidash named Flighty had been male. There had been nothing beneath the momentarily upraised tail but the tight ring of an asshole. I had not looked lower to see if it had balls but the lack of the impossible to miss equine vulva left no question.

Ebon and I shared a brief glance before I shrugged and got to work. Immediately I grunted and shook my head, the plan was not even a day old, for a grandstand that would, apparently, need to be built upon one of the pavilion greens of the park Ebon and I had crossed days before. I also saw that it had been mostly AI generated in its haste with many of the flaws that AI generation was well known for. The load bearing was all sorts of off, sufficient for the stand to support itself, but not the assembly of people and Pokémon that would be expected to use it. On either side were two broad platforms for, I assumed, excessively large Pokémon or some sort of display. I set to work correcting it, drawing up the AI generated computer files as well.

There was only one name on the plans, that of a Senior Vice President of Planning. I would have expected that, of course, at the top of a list of other names before it arrived on my desk for inspection. My own name would go below those, and so on, until it was put out for contract bids. And they wanted the fool thing to be constructed in a week! Even as I watched the digital copy of the plans on printed stock on my desk were being altered. Other inspectors had seen the same issues I did and were correcting them.

Joining the communal workspace I dove into the frenetic activity while AI assistants hovered in a side panel, silent save for the occasional highlight of a mistyped word or questionable blueprint alteration. Construction contract bids were already out, scrolling in a small panel, all of them exceptionally high considering the immediacy of the request.

Five hours later the work group and AI cross-checks were completed, finalized, and the contracts issued for whatever surprise event the grandstand was intended for. Work crews were already on site and preparing the area for construction.

None of my other work got completed by the end of the day as, somewhat frazzled, I led Ebonflame from the offices. I heard a conversation about the sudden unscheduled planning session coming down from a corporate boardroom somewhere with considerable money to burn and requirements for immediacy.

Those same work crews had created their own problems, clogging streets with equipment and closing off several without notice. In the gridlock the tram to my residential block was simply a non-issue, the alteration to its route would change the normal ten minute commute to more than an hour.

I could walk it in half an hour so that's what I decided on. “Well, Flame, it looks like we're walking today." She looked up at me as we stood at the tram stop, a line of traffic going nowhere clogging the boulevard in front of the planning office. We crossed the street, weaving between the slow moving vehicles, and into the business district. On its opposite side was the park which we would cross unless all of the pedestrian ways were similarly blockaded, to reach my residential area.

At least I knew the city well enough, having seen its entirety from utility bunkers deep in the foundations to the highest arial warning beacons atop the communication network towers. That included a detailed understanding of every building, street, alley, and subterranean passage so I had no issues navigating.

One of the parade grounds of the park was an absolute bustle of activity, construction crews putting up safety barricades and ropes around its perimeter. There were permits on a placard near one of the entrances and I paused to examine them; they were all correctly done and signed off on by the planning board.

From nothing to that all in one day. Getting construction approval from the zoning commission alone took months, and the planning board probably even more months. This had been accomplished with record setting speed. The only thing I did not see was what the construction was for, or who had initiated it, those spaces were conspicuously blank.

Despite the chaos of activity, and taking a slight detour to the open air market for more of Ebon's 'pulki' grubs, we made it home in about forty five minutes from the office. It had been a pleasant walk and my little somewhat vulpine slice of darkness had garnered more compliments along the way, making her walk with a prancing pride that made me chuckle.

We ate dinner early and relaxed to peruse the news feeds, which said little about the unexpected new construction other than to note how much it disturbed the local rhythms of traffic. The weather had a storm alert for nine that evening, with considerable lightning to harvest nitrogen from the air while watering the further end of the park, well away from construction. My residential block was in the rain zone so expected we'd have a tumultuous few hours of blinding lightning and crackling thunder. I just hoped Ebonflame was not afraid of thunder.

We watched a couple of programs and a movie together, with my little fox-type nuzzling into my crotch comfortably between high points in the programs. I ruffled her fur and chuckled, knowing that she would find herself enjoying what was in my boxers before we found sleep.

That was most certainly the case, though not in the way I expected. When I emerged from the bathroom to prepare for bed, thunder rattling the walls but Ebonflame seemingly unconcerned, I found her waiting for me on the bed. She was facing away from me in what I had, at first, assumed was a stretch. But she did not relax from it, standing with her hindquarters upraised toward me, tail up and curling off to one side of her haunches and her forequarters low upon the bed. Everything beneath that tail was on display, most notably the soft, black flesh of her feminine vulpine diamond. It glistened at me when my eyes dropped to it and, as I watched, twitched slightly, drawing up subtly before relaxing. A glistening bead of moisture leaked from between the vertical slit to collect on its pointed tip.

She looked back over her shoulder at me, eyes a deep cobalt blue, slit pupils widening as her gaze dropped to my unclad loins. Her hindquarters swayed side to side as she presented herself to me, tail flicking from one side to another, wafting that heated rocks musk at me, a subtly sharper, deeper scent accompanying it.

She was presenting to me. A female was presenting herself to me. A Pokémon female was presenting herself… to me.

And I was gay.

Only then did I realize that I had never communicated that to her. And now she was asking me to provide pleasure to her in a way she would expect a male to provide pleasure to her, the way her former trainer, lover, mate had undoubtedly done.

And I was gay.

I blinked, unsure for a moment what to do. Sit her down and explain the birds and the bees to her? Or rather, the birds and the birds, the bees and the bees? What concept did Pokémon even have for same gendered mated pairs? None of the programs I had ever seen had same gendered Pokémon pairings, yet they did have same gendered human pairings. That program with the comic bunny had a pair of gay males, after all. Had she been aware? Did she even care?

But she did care for me, and was now asking me to mate her. Not just her unarguably skilled muzzle, but to mate her as her former mate had, male to female. Could I deny her that?

At her inquisitive, eager gekkring growl of curiosity I decided that, no, I would not.

“Flame, my dear." I said querulously as I stepped forward and swept one and slowly down the lush length of her tail, letting it trail from my fingers before reaching up to stroke the lush fur of her hip. “You're… well, I don't want to hurt you." I heard a gekkred snort and her tail lashed over to brush, spicy and hot, across my face. I did not recoil. Her hips shifted side to side again, rear paws adjusting slightly further apart as her black diamond of flesh twitched and leaked again. The soft 'plip' of her arousal dripping to the bedding was loud in the space between thunderclaps, audible over the driving rain beyond the walls.

Straightening, she turned about to look me in the face, her cobalt eyes bright as her pupils narrowed. She gave me a slow lick from chin to ear before dropping her head and nuzzling toward my crotch, making me stand a little straighter as the hot warmth of her tongue bathed my flaccid manhood. As enticing as the view had been, it was still a female's anatomy I had been gazing at, despite how salaciously offered, it was not nearly so arousing as gazing at balls where her diamond was.

But that tongue, ohhhh that tongue, it roused my maleness the moment it began caressing me from balls to tip. My body knew just how it felt to be imprisoned in that flesh rending ivory cage while that tongue worked my entire length without any distress or unnecessary force trying to take more. It took her mere moments to rouse me to full mast before she raised her head, eyeing me with that cobalt gaze and, holding my gaze, dipping her head to ever so slowly drag her tongue across my tip, savoring a gleaming pearl of pre that seeped forth.

Then she stood, turned, and presented me with her hindquarters again, that magnificent fluff of tail drawing up with teasing slowness before draping off to one side. She gazed back at me over her shoulder and made a soft, crooning, burr of a growl; invitation. She, at least, did not think I would be too much for her.

I could not but try, at least. Moving to stand at the edge of the bed behind her I stroked her haunches with both hands. Upon the bed her rump was just a bit higher than my hips, putting that glistening diamond almost perfectly before my throbbing erection. Using one hand I guided it down from its eager upward stiffness, and let it bush against the puffy spade. She shuddered, fur bushing along her shoulders and tail as I dragged it slowly up and down against her flesh. I let the copious, rich smelling slickness of her arousal coat my flesh as my own coated hers, mixing and mingling as I began to gently apply more force.

Her lips dimpled at the passage of my blunt girth, more wetness burbling forth, then parted after a few gentle, firm strokes. The subtly rough, pebbly external flesh gave way to a smooth, delightfully slick heat that developed my glans and she chuffed a deep growl of eagerness. Her hips pushed back, rocking to present her higher as her back dipped lower, tail fluffing and raising higher to curl over one hip. I could see the flattened horizontal 'Y' of her black anal flesh and wondered what it would be like to plumb those depths.

More familiar, at least, despite being a Pokémon.

But that's not what she desired, so I returned my attention to the ebon hued flesh lecherously wrapped around the head of my shaft. I continued that slow up and down stroke, delighting in the satin smooth, hot silkiness of it until I felt my glans catch and, as I leaned slightly closer, dip inward. I was brought up short by a tight, firm constriction against the tip of my cock and I felt it flutter, clenching and relaxing against my flesh as the foxy, long legged Pokémon stilled and panted. Drawing back slightly I once more guided my thick, blunt tip downward between those slick black lips, the pink of their inner folds hot and dark around my pale flesh.

Guiding upward slowly I settled against that accepting depression once more, feeling it flutter and relax as I eased forward. I watched her ears, her fur, listened to her rapid, panting breaths as I inexorably pressed my girth against her.

And then, suddenly, within her. That tight ring of muscular resistance gave a last resistant flutter and parted before my tip in a way no man's anal ring ever had. The sensation was similar in some ways, monumentally different in others. I saw Ebon's ears flatten back, the fur along her nape and spine fluffing up, and white teeth gleam behind black fur and long whiskers. Her panting hitched and she let out a long, sharp, shrill yelp full of hitched snarls and burring gekkrs. I immediately drew back, completely, my cock falling away from her dripping diamond with a long strand of our shared wetness dangling briefly between us before spattering to the edge of the bed.

“Flame, lass, are you okay?" I gasped, stroking the fur of her haunches and flanks. I glanced down, her bushed tail still flagged to one side giving me a clear view of her twitching black lips. Other than the clear glisten of our mingled wetness seeping from its tapered lower tip I saw no other colors; no red of blood.

Ebonflame turned her head and gekkred sharply at me, panting, her tail twitching up a bit before she shifted her balance from side to side and thrust her hindquarters back. The pupils of her cobalt blue eyes were slitted and the expression writ on that slender muzzle was starkly plain: Why the fuck did you stop?

“You okay?" I asked again as I gazed into those earnest eyes and she just rolled them and pushed back again, grinding the warm fur and wet flesh of her backside heavily against me. I shifted back enough to bring my needy, eager erection back up, unwilling to admit to her I had absolutely no clue what I was doing. I had never been with a woman before, nor a Pokémon of either gender. This was new territory for me, though certainly not her.

As I guided my bluntness up against those lips again, parting them to glide against the dark pink, smooth, hot slickness of her inner flesh she shuddered and her head dropped down slightly, nose almost touching her forepaws. When I sank into her center and felt the yielding embrace of that hot caress, she took over. Her weight shifted back, sharply and firmly, impaling herself on the first couple inches of my girth. Her ears flattened back once more and I felt her clamp down - hard! - around those inches as her entire body shuddered. For several long seconds we simply stood there, me too fearful to move despite my cock's urgent demand to bury itself, and her apparently just basking in the heat of being so profoundly stretched around it. Her embrace fluttered and clenched, wetness seeping around the dark flesh lewdly stretched around my girth as I watched.

How the hell could she handle that, I wondered in detached curiosity. I had no idea how I rated compared to her old mate, but she was managing so I could not be terribly different. As I gawped down at my pale flesh disappearing into the wide stretched black ring of hot Pokémon sex around me she shifted and pushed back again. Half of my length slid smoothly into her and I let out a long, groaning gasp at the sheer delicious pleasure of it. I could feel every subtle contour of her inner walls slipping past my head, hear the sibilant wet slip of flesh against flesh. It was not like any ass I had ever plumbed in my life.

Probably because it wasn't an ass.

Those are pure muscle and… much more flexible than what I was feeling glide down my length, now. Her walls clenched powerfully where an ass was strong, it was not nearly so powerful save for the anal ring that could choke off an orgasm with a well-timed squeeze. Ebon felt as if she could choke off my orgasm with her entire depths, of which only half of me had entered. I had no idea if I had bottomed out or if she had just paused to adjust to it. The low, long, vulpine growl that issued from her throat was equal parts discomfort and sighing pleasure, it seemed, as the fluttering clench slowly eased.

Grasping deep into the fur of her haunches I drew out, eliciting a stuttering hiss of growls, almost entirely before easing forward slowly. Those growls rose and then descended through the octaves as her weight shifted in my hands, pressing back even as I pressed forward. A quarter, a third, half of me and then three quarters disappeared past those lewdly stretched black lips, forcing her juices to burble out around my girth, little bubbles briefly forming in the thick, slick wetness before bursting to ooze slowly along the seam of our union. I drew back slowly, only half way, and then forward again, stopping only when my groin pressed against the root of her flagged tail and my balls caressed the rim of her entry.

I did not sense that I had bottomed out in her, though. I had no idea how deep a vagina was, other than a few anatomy texts that said the human vagina was four to six inches from vaginal to cervical sphincters. A rectum could accept perhaps ten or more inches before reaching the colonic aperture and I know I'd never reached that limit in any man. But I was more than six inches and she was far smaller than a human, yet that lithe, petite body had accepted the entirety of me, tip to root, as easily as her muzzle had.

When I bottomed out against the soft fluff over quivering muscle of her backside Ebon stretched in a long, slow, languid motion that made her embrace upon me clench in synchrony. Her tail twitched and shuddered and she let out a long, low, slow growl as she melted under me so fully I had to hold her up with my hands lest it only be my buried cock keeping her haunches up. She turned her head to look back over one shoulder at me, eyes lidded with lassitude, tongue lolling as she panted. She offered a soft, drugged sounding little gekk of sound, braced her jellied legs, and nudged back. I had no more to give, of course, but I got the message.

Clasping just forward of her rear legs, where I imagined a male of her kind would have their forelegs during mating, I eased her forward as I drew back half of my length as she sighed and trembled. Then I eased into her again, more quickly than before but still gently, until our bodies met with a subtle thump. She squeaked a soft growl and dropped her head forward again as I drew back, further, paused, and plunged into her once more. Each time she chuffed a groan or growl or soft whining yelp that was clearly not pain. As I continued those sounds of mounting pleasure climbed along the musical scale and I felt her shudders becoming more and more pronounced.

For me it was… well, I hate to admit it, far more clinical. Oh, yes, the sensation of that slick, ribbed, tight heat grasping at me was absolutely mind numbing and no question. It was, as I said, unlike any ass I'd ever had because it wasn't an ass, and it was so gods be damned tight I could only climb so high toward my own climax before the hot pressure just… halted its progress.

But I persisted, slowly increasing my tempo while still keeping it gentle and measured. Each motion came with a wet, slithering, burbling sound as her juices escaped around me, mixed with my own liberal offering of much thinner human pre. The roar of rain and roll of thunder from the storm outside was all but forgotten as I watched myself emerge and disappear in the lewdly stretched ring around me. Each time I drew back I saw the dark pink of her inner folds draw slightly outward as if refusing to let go only to disappear as I eased forward. She grunted deeply and growled with each thrust and, before long, I was giving full length thrusts that made her entire body quake each time my hips impacted the lush fur of her rump.

Despite the constriction, though, I could feel my climax building. It was a slow, grudging process as her body eased its fearful grasp, adapting to my girth. Several times I felt that relaxed embrace clench and flutter, saw a copious gush escape around my girth and felt it trickle decadently down my balls. I had no idea how to read her body or know if each spastic, rippling clench was her version an orgasm or not, but she seemed to relish in it, huffing loudly or letting out a long, slow growl that choked off with a chuff as we thumped together again.

“Ebon, lass. Flame, I…" Words were becoming difficult, as was any idea of coherent thoughts as my own slow climb inched ever closer to the precipice. As I hovered on the edge, plunging into her and hitching back, my tempo faltering into something stronger, more forceful, I sensed her body eagerly waiting. Her growls had become deep and long, huffing to a gasping halt when my hips forced her tail higher and further to the side. “I'm going to… ohh, fuck."

I felt her body begin fluttering again, ratcheting down, but I was beyond that forestalling what was about to happen. My hands tightened into the curves of her flanks, and all but yanked her back. Her growls became a furious snarl as she clenched and I let loose. My balls tightened, my thighs quivered, and my vision swam with sparks as my cock stiffened and jerked within the crushing embrace of her heat. My seed forced its way down the constricted passage of my length and poured into her in a series of hot, twitching fountains. With each tensing of my cock I drew back slightly and then shoved forward, hands grasping Ebon's haunches and pulling her firmly to me, meeting with a wet slap. The fox-like Pokémon would gust out a harsh snarl to match my own growl of release.

After several long seconds I stilled, feeling Ebon's continued clenching around me and the wet shifting of my release filling what little of her that was not tightly embracing my length. I felt her body shudder and slowly relax, clenches fading to flutters to mere gentle squeezes. She let out a long, breathy gekkr-sigh of relief - either from my somewhat overzealous, there toward the end, rutting or her own final tumultuous climax. My own legs quivered and threatened to buckle so I slowly withdrew, eliciting another growling sigh. My cock slipped free with a noisy, wet squelch and wetness poured from her, thick and translucent white with our mixed fluids.

Ebon straightened and then shook herself vigorously, as a wet dog might, before spinning about abruptly and lathing my still half erect length with lascivious, energetic licks. I didn't have enough confidence in my own balance, yet, so did not attempt to draw away from the rapid, firm, hungry slavering. After a minute washing every inch of my cock, balls, and groin she flopped down on the bed, raised her rear legs, and dove down to begin energetically licking her sopping diamond.

I was both heartened, and a little surprised, to see that her entry was not gaping like a landed fish after my girth had stretched it so much. It had returned to its previous, if already notable, size and shape. Our fluids continued to burble forth as she eagerly feasted on herself and the gift I had given her. I moved to the corner of the bed and sat down, breathing heavily, to watch.

I had just fucked a female.

I had just fucked a female Pokémon!

And damn, it had felt good. Amazing. Just as good as a nice, tight ass. Yeah, sure, there wasn't a cock to reach around and jerk off but… damn, it had been nice.

Eventually Ebon seemed satisfied with her cleanliness and jumped into my lap, nuzzling up under my chin with happy, burring noises as I stroked her sides. Her tail slowed from its rapid, serpentine gyrations to a slow, easy sway. “Enjoyed that?" I asked, chuckling softly, as I nuzzled the soft fur between her tall ears. She burred a very powerful affirmative and gave my throat a lick, her ears tickling my cheeks. That lick progressed up the side of my neck to the curve of my jaw, then chin, and finally brushed warm and soft across my lips. When it retreated back into her muzzle I gave her a peck. “I did too." I admitted with a smile. “Very much."

After a few minutes I managed to lever myself up. I shuffled over on legs still a little wobbly from the exertion to turn off the lights. I navigated back to the bed under the fading, distant strobe of lightning shining through the window to crawl into my bed. Turning onto my side to face her I drew the coverlet up, but only enough to cover half of me, leaving my front open to the warm curl of her body. Ebonflame moved to curl up in the cup of my recumbent sprawl and gave my flaccid manhood a slow lick before settling.

Stroking her satin soft fur I slowly let myself drift.

Only to be drawn up from slumber by a warm caress of my manhood once more. I was not sure if I'd actually managed to fall fully asleep or not. The thunder of the storm was a distant growl, now, and the loud rumble of rain had faded to a whisper outside. I lay there and let Ebon's warm caress slowly awaken me, listening to the soft hiss of tongue against flesh. Soon enough she had roused me once again, eliciting a soft groan when I felt the bracket of her teeth glide down as I was drawn into the heat of her muzzle.

She suckled slowly, leisurely, but only for a few minutes before drawing her head up and shifting about. I leaned back a little and watched her shadowy movements until I felt her settle once again, the press of paws against my chest and hips giving me some idea of her positioning. Warm breath wafted into the hollow of my throat as I felt the hotter wet kiss of something else against my shaft, pressing it against my stomach.

“Again?" I laughed softly, reaching down to shift my cock a bit. “Already?" She rumbled a lazy gekkr and stilled as I felt around with the blunt tip of my cock until I felt the hot dampness caress the tip. Shifting carefully I found the proper angle and coaxed those lips to part, the hot slick wetness enveloping my broad glans. A slight adjustment of angle and it found the center of that heat and I rocked my hips toward her. The lithe Pokémon's body shifted as well as she sighed a soft growl. Slipping into her was far easier, now, her body not clenched so mercilessly tight. Moving my hand to the back of her haunches I drew her closer, her rear legs somehow brought up alongside her body, pressing against my stomach to make the angle easier.

I could not press my full length into her, though most of myself, and she let out soft, slow, rumbling growls as I drew us as close as the position allowed. She did not move overmuch, tucking her muzzle into the hollow of my neck, and stilled. After nesting as much of myself as I could into that hot, slowly grasping embrace I stilled as well, moving my hand up to the back of her shoulders. With her tail brushing the front of my legs we both simply basked in the union, neither pushing for the same culmination of our earlier passions.

Still joined man to Pokémon we slowly sank into slumber.

We were not still so conjoined the next morning when I awoke, Ebonflame once again the furry donut curled up against my chest and stomach, only ears visible above the fluff of tail draped over her muzzle. I gave her back a gentle stroke, bringing her head up from its warm covering, soft jade eyes blinking sleepily at me. The corners of her muzzle drew back in a vulpine grin before she broke into a yawn right in my face. I was treated to an up close and personal view of distressingly sharp, gleaming white flesh rending cutlery bracketing the tongue that curled up and back along the roof of her muzzle.

Strange how those teeth no longer filled me with an instinctive caution when I thought of my very vulnerable manhood between them. I still couldn't imagine how she managed to do that, the gap between those fangs did not look wide enough for the girth of my cock but… she did, so who was I to question it?

Levering myself upright I shambled out to the bathroom while she stretched on the bed. When I emerged she was in the living room sprawled out on the sofa, watching me through those lidded green eyes. I crossed over and leaned down to nuzzle between her ears as I stroked her fur. She gekkred softly in what sounded like a pleased chuckle and licked my chin, then my lips. I let my lips part against that warm stroke and she blinked when the tip of her tongue pressed between them, both ears pinning forward.

“Yes, dear lass, you deserve a kiss." I said once her tongue had retreated, and bussed the tip of her muzzle with my lips. “Been opening my eyes quite a bit, you deserve the thanks." And that was inarguably true. Up until the past week I had never saw Pokémon as anything besides 'other beings' that shared our world, in a most unromantic way. Certainly not an intimate one. Now I could not help but question every pair, human and Pokémon, going about their daily activities. How many of them were intimate or platonic? Whom saw which as the leader and follower in their bond?

I arrived late to the office that day, having altered our route to do a bit of shopping at a Pokémon focused shop that seemed almost identical to a pet store but laid out altogether differently. Where a pet shop had a wall of aquarium fish the Pokémon shop simply had aquariums, some of them considerably larger than a pet shop would offer. Most, however, were merely brochures and pictures because they could only be built on site. Enclosures and food - an astounding assortment the like of which the grocery was woefully under-representing - and grooming supplies. Even clothes fashioned for the small minority of bipedal evolutions.

I let Ebonflame choose a bed for her liking which would fit in my office, food and water bowls in an elevated frame in line with her stature, and grooming supplies. I was only an hour late. Officially I had no mandatory hours, few in the office did, so no one remarked on my delayed arrival or armload of new purchases.

I caught up with my backload before lunch and I took Ebon down the street to an outside cafe. There were still a few puddles here and there left over from the previous night's scheduled deluge but, by and large, the street was dry and the weather pleasant, the air tasting freshly scrubbed by the rain. Traffic was unusually heavy due to the rerouting necessitated by the unexpected and hasty construction in the not too distant park. That meant there were far more pedestrians and the cafe was doing brisk business. A few eyes, human and non, gave Ebonflame curious or impressed stares and she basked in the admiration.

The afternoon was slower as little arrived to accumulate in my process bin so I took my time, leaving at my normal time rather than staying over to balance out my late arrival.

Unfortunately, due to the backed up traffic and an accident that involved my usual tram we were left without easy or immediate transportation around the busy park. A replacement tram was scheduled to take over for the one that had been in a collision, which happened somewhere else on its route so I didn't see it, but it was expected to arrive on route in an hour.

With the traffic, made worse by the collision on the route somewhere, that would probably take far longer to arrive. I decided to walk. It was not an excessively long route, cutting across the commercial and entertainment district between the city offices and the park. Some days I had walked simply because the weather was pleasant and I was not in any hurry.

Ebonflame didn't have any issues that she communicated to me.

I made my way via alleys and connecting streets through the commercial district I had shopped in earlier in the day, then across the pedestrian overpass across the main north/south connecting boulevard to the entertainment district. Everything from bars to eateries to cinemas lit the street up with their holographic signs and advertisements even in the bright afternoon sunshine. Coming down from the bridge I moved along a very familiar street from my nights bar crawling hunting for action, which usually came up empty. Passing the bar I would no longer patron I hooked into an alley that would take me across to the opposite street where yet more venues, and parking, were.

I saw someone standing against a wall in the shadows of the alley and discounted them until I was almost upon them and they became familiar.

You don't forget a hot piece of eye candy, after all, even if the personage was a piece of shit.

“Well, hello there, Brody." I said, coming to a stop as the bartender gaped at me. “We need to talk." At my side I sensed Ebonflame's stop as well, suddenly cautious.