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Rayne felt the barest quiver of her lip as she looked down at the box. The samurott wanted to reach out and pet it, to confirm that it was real. Yet there it was, a rather plain wooden box with her brother's name on it. "So this is," she started and trailed off. "Is this," she couldn't bring herself to ask the question that hung there.

"That is all his belongings, as well as his remains." The man peered at her and straightened his sleeves ever so slightly. "It's not much. We'd already deducted the fees from the funds he had on him. Some clothing, a couple personal items, and of course a pokeball."

She felt a twinge shoot through her again. Tears threatened to well up and spill over. Rayne cleared her throat and lowered her head for a second. "I thank you for seeing to everything. I should be going now though."

Eyes drifted towards the window, "It is getting late. Are you certain you don't want to stay?" The man, whose name she had missed earlier, offered a smile. "Akio was a close friend of ours. Wonderful man, bright future ahead of him. Until," he cleared his throat. "At least let me talk to one of the local inns."

She flashed a polite smile, "Thank you, but I need to get started back." She offered a low bow, "Once again, thank you for seeing to him."

There had been more pleasantries, a little more conversation. Rayne was on automatic for it. Offering polite responses and little more. The box felt so heavy in her hands as she clasped it to her side. She kept her back straight and features perfectly neutral as she left the building. Then the town. Long legs carrying her down the road and chasing the sun. Only then did she let the tears flow in quiet little sobs.

She was alone now. Her parents died some years ago, leaving her and Akio in charge of the ryokan. Then he got it into his head to become a battler. He'd found a rather friendly cyndaquil and the pair bonded hard. Whoever Akio went, Onibi was hot on his heels. When Akio decided to go out into the world and earn his name and money as a fighter, she'd been afraid but supported him. Oh she'd been ecstatic that he and Onibi had done so well.

Letters came regularly from her brother, as well as some money here and there. Every so often he'd come by to visit. Maybe help her with some repairs or upkeep. Onibi always at his side. The cyndaquil turned into a quilava. So bold, so brave, yet with a silly side to him. Still glued to Akio's side, even if the two would play fight sometimes. Arguing in growls and grumbles, little spurts of flame from the fire type. Answered with a splash from the hybrid.

Much like her brother, Rayne was a hybrid. Some mix of Pokémon and human. Not uncommon, but rare at the same time. Family legends on the topic of how they became like this ranged from blessings to curses all the way to straight up debauchery. She breathed out a little sigh and rolled her shoulders. Feeling her outfit slip and shift around her body some.

She herself was about average height, on pat with most people. Shapely, if you would believe that. Body covered in a fine fuzz of bluish fur. Though with the signature white whiskers that she kept styled out. Even with those, it would be impossible to mistake her for a male. Not with the way her body curved and her other... Assets. Though that led to other issues with having to convince people that she was not for sale.

Ka-thunk. Thunk.

Her attention shifted to the box. She'd missed the Wake and cremation. That pulled at her gut and nearly made her drop the box, lip quivering again. She'd been told that Onibi had handled the cremation himself. Not leaving the Akio for even a single moment during the process.

Rayne stopped in the middle of the road and looked around. A smooth rock sat at the roadside. She ventured over and sat the box on top before opening it. Inside, an urn sat atop Akio's neatly folded clothes. Not a large urn. She only had some of his ashes. The rest were kept with his crew and a local temple. A small envelope held what remained of his money.

Beside all that a rather simple, scuffed up sphere of red and white.

"Hey," Rayne spoke softly so her voice wouldn't crack. "Bet it's all cramped in there." Her thumb ran over the smooth wood and stone, taking in the wear and scuffs. "I could use some company for the walk home? Do you want to join me?" How did you use these things? She tilted her head and ran her finger over it. Well, it had a singular button on the surface.

No sooner did she push it than the orb leapt from her hand and light erupted from it. Startled, Rayne stepped back and covered her eyes. It only lasted a second before it faded, leaving he din the light of the setting sun again.

"Grrrrrm."

Rayne turned and expected to see the friendly, if a little standoffish, quilava. What she found was herself staring at a typhlosion who dwarfed her. Battle scarred, bulky, and glaring down his nose at her. Dark purple flames wreathed his back and cast u holy shadows about him. She reeled back and nearly tripped over a rock.

"Onibi?" she managed to gasp.

The Pokémon turned his head a little and snorted at her. His gaze drifted past to look at the box and his head dipped ever so slightly. Then he looked at her again and sniffed. Just a quiet noise, as if reminding himself who she was. "Hrumph," he grunted and looked away after a second. She was grateful that his intense gaze was off her. Rayne took the breath she didn't know she'd been denying herself.

Trying to calm her beating heart, she gathered the now empty ball and turned back to the box. "I was walking back to the ryokan. It'll be a couple days walk and I could use the company. Do you want to walk with me, or would you rather..."

"Hruff, rummmb." Onibi growled and pushed past her. The typhlosion grabbed the box of Akio's belongings, turned to face the road, checked, and then began to walk.

"Well, I guess that settles that." Rayne took a breath to settle herself, sighed, and followed along in his wake.

Traveling with Onibi wasn't entirely what she would call pleasant. It wasn't bad by any stretch of the meaning. Normally, she might have to keep her eye out for wild Pokémon. Even on well trod roads, nothing would stop them from wandering up to people. While some were curious, others would be hostile. While she could defend herself, she'd rather not most of the time. Though Pokémon weren't the only things she would have to be wary of. Other travelers on the road, be they human or hybrid, couple spell trouble. By his mere presence, Onibi dissuaded any from lingering too long. A hard look, a growl, or just looming tended to drive people about their business.

Though he was terrible for conversation. Akio had joked that he could understand the Pokémon and shed often heard him talking at Onibi. She tried it for a while. Chatting about the weather or roads or even projects at the ryokan. If Onibi responded at all, if was just a grumble. So she'd fall silent for miles at the time. Just walking with him. Stopping only for meals or a night at some roadside inn. Even at the shelters, Onibi stayed nearby, but not close. And he never relinquished Akio's box.

Silence had fallen over the pair as they wound up towards the ryokan. Rayne took a slow breath and found muscles relaxing already. The mere scent of the hot springs enough to ease some invisible tension she'd been feeling. She saw Onibi lift his head and sniff as well. Looking this way and that as he plodded along the trail.

"Akio's room should still be ready. You can stay in there. It's getting a little late, so we can do the proper funeral tomorrow." Onibi stopped and looked at her. "After that, you can stay or go back to the wilderness." The intense gaze made her clear her throat and glance ahead, "You are free to come and go as you wish."

Onibi stared, unblinking, just looking right at her. Then grumbled as he started back up the road and into the ryokan proper.

Rayne took a slow breath and headed for the main entrance. Onibi simply strode through the front door and went for the private sections of the inn. "H-hey!" a nervous voice sounded form near the entry, "You can't just..." Hana stepped out of a side hall and glanced after Onibi before looking back, "Rayne! I tried to stop him, but he just kept going."

She took a breath, "It's okay, that's Onibi."

The slight woman's eyes widened, "That? He was so small and cute, what happened?"

"He grew up, I guess. Akio had joked that he'd grown up big and strong."

Hana's expression softened, "How are you doing? Can't have been easy."

Rayne let out an exasperated noise and skid her sandals off. "The trip out was about what you'd expect. The trip back?" Easing on the house slippers, she winced, "Onibi kept me safe, but he wasn't much for company. Just grumbles and walking. Are there any guests?" she changed the subject quickly, wanting to get her mind off it all.

Hana clicked her tongue in sympathy, "No one right now. Some locals came through while you were gone. Paid for bathes, rooms, and meals. They gave a little extra once they heard why you weren't here." Her gaze drifted to a small stack of envelopes wrapped in black and white thread. "I think the consensus is to give you a few days to mourn." Hana flashed a smile, "I went ahead and got some food ready. I thought you'd be back tonight and my [bird Pokémon] saw you coming earlier." Hana took a breath and looked Rayne over, "How are you, though?"

Rayne felt her lip tremble a little, "I miss him, which is silly. He wasn't around a lot, you know, but still." She took a breath and shook her head. "You know how it is. I'll be okay."

Hana gave her a look, "Okay, just let me know if you need help." Then flashed a smile, "I can always use more soaks in the spring."

After Hana left, Rayne found herself in the kitchen getting food. Grilled fish, soup, rice, all simple but good food. She wasted no time in making herself a tray before stopping. Mind wandering back to Onibi. She hadn't heard or seen him since they'd gotten back. Had he left? Would he leave? She didn't know, and he was impossible to read.

Turning, she nearly jumped out of her skin. Onibi was just there. Standing in the doorway and looking at her with that intense gaze. Rayne, not used to having someone else in this part of the ryokan., took a second to gather herself. "Gave me a start," she half-laughed. "Are you hungry?"

Onibi finally looked away from her to and to the food. He grumbled and shuffled over, gathering dishes and bowls for himself. Surprisingly delicate and gentle as he worked. Rayne took her own meal to the edge of the kitchen. Opening a large sliding panel so she could look over her garden. "Do you want to join me?" By the time she looked back, Onibi was already gone. How did something so bulky and grumbly move so quietly? She sighed to herself and ate her meal quickly. Wanting to get some food in her stomach before she settled down for a long soak and some sake. Heavens above, she needed something to drink.

The meal was simple and good, but that was all she needed. Hana was an expert at simple. She cleaned her dishes quickly and went to her own bedroom. The samurott hybrid took a slow breath as she pulled off her own black robes. While she had packed light, and she did have a couple outfits, it felt good to get out of those dark clothing. They were formal, heavy, and had settled on her shoulders like an anchor. She felt her lip quiver again, anger welling up inside her. She wanted to scream, cry, bundle the funerary garb up and throw it away.

Routine comforted her. She took another breath and neatly folded her things. She had to wear them one more day at the very least. Just to take the remains to the grave. Some might expect her to wear them more, but the mere thought of it was like a punch to the gut. Akio wouldn't have wanted her to go on and carry on for ages. "One more day," she said to herself.

Disrobed, she unwound her breasts. Breathing a sigh of relieve as they spilled out and bounced free. She was rather gifted for her height and frame. Maybe something to do with her hybrid nature, or perhaps just something else. Her breasts were comfortably large and she was proud of them. Even if some drunk customers did like to try and feel her up now and then. She had become and expert at the right way to handle them. A little shame, good natured defection, and distract them. It was all a part of the game. The dance that she had to play as the hostess.

Lastly was the shell-like horn and head covering she had. It had been a gift from Onibi some ages ago. She smiled as she thought about the, then cyndaquil, running up to her with the shell and presenting it. They'd found it on the rare trip she'd taken to get away from the springs. Akio had convinced her to come down to the beach before he left. After Onibi had found the shell, Akio had helped him shape it for her. As she pulled it off, she shook out her long silvery hair. Sighing as she brushed her fingers through it. She needed to wash badly, her scalp was practically crawling with the need to wash.

Shell, clothing, and wraps set aside, she picked up a long towel and draped it about herself. If it had just been her, she would've gone about the ryokan. naked. Certainly if it had been Akio and Onibi here, she would've done it. But with just her and the, now larger and more menacing, Pokémon? She kept the towel wrapped loosely about herself.

A quick detour to the kitchen to get a bottle and cup, she spotted Onibi's tray and bowl. Washed and neatly stacked to dry. "Well, at least he has better manners than Akio," she laughed bitterly. The number of times she'd gotten onto her brother about leaving a mess? Why there were fewer stars in the heavens.

Her thoughts turned to Onibi as she went into the baths. Sitting on a stool, she began to fill her bucket and leaned forward. What was she going to do with him? Surely, she couldn't give him the type of life he'd been used to. He and Akio made good money as a team. Her brother had always written about how proud he was of his partner. Surely a quiet life at an inn wouldn't be suitable for him. Imagine what he'd do to the clients. Just looming and staring.

Splash.

She poured the bucket over her head and scrubbed fingers and soaps through her hair. It wasn't like she could throw him out. He'd been so small and cute when Akio had brought him home. She'd helped nurse him back to health. Cheered him on as he and her brother trained and play fought. He was pretty much family.

Wasn't he?

Splash.

Rayne drenched her hair again and combed fingers through it. Feeling the road grit and nasty feelings of the last couple days begin to wash away. What it boiled down to was there were too many questions. Too many factors. She didn't know what Onibi was thinking. What he wanted. As sure as she knew her own thoughts, she knew that he had his own. Just like any person, he had his own wants and feelings. As an outsider among both human and Pokémon, she felt she both knew and couldn't fathom, either side. Pokémon could be brutally honest in their actions, but not speak a word. Humans could talk all day yet not say a word of truth.

"This is too much for tonight," she muttered. Wringing out her hair. Gathering her bottle of sake and cup, she went out into the hot springs. A good soak and a drink would do her wonders.

Her family had run this ryokan. for ages. Over time they'd built up the buildings, and even dug and shifted the ground some. A high wooden fence surrounded their pools. Lanterns set high on the wall to give light and expose any would-be perverts. Stone and shrubbery formed natural walls to divide the main pools. Men to one side, women to another. Easily a half-dozen pools between the sides.

The best pool had been hidden away. The shape of the building and natural walls left a pool tucked away from sight and knowledge. This was the family's private spring. Rayne sighed as she sank into the water and felt the warmth soak into her weary body. Leaning back against the sculpted stone, she pulled the cork from her sake. Poured herself a generous serving. Then decided to see how much of the bottle she could drink.

Too much, it turns out.

Rayne set the container with her brother's remains on the family gravestone. She bowed her head reverently and lifted a smooth stone. His name had been lovingly carved into the surface. She rolled it around in her hand before setting it beside their parents' stones. The samurott took a step back and clasped her hands in silent prayer. Water burbled, leaves rustled, but there were no other sounds.

Onibi was silent too. Not that she found that too surprising. The typhlosion stepped forward as she stepped back. He quietly set his own pokeball on the gravestone. Then sank to the ground in a kneel. Head lowered as if offering his own prayer.

She found herself wondering if Pokémon believed as they did. Oh she knew they were intelligent. She'd seen the spark of cleverness in Onibi's eyes too many times to doubt it. He was a thinking, feeling creature. Just because he couldn't express it in a way she understood didn't mean he wasn't feeling it.

Rayne lingered for a while. Not praying, just thinking and reflecting on her sibling. By the time she was ready to leave, Onibi was seemingly settled in for a time. Crouching before the gravestone, staring at the stone, just staring.

She found her thoughts returning to the problem had been plaguing her for days. What was she going to do with him. Sure, she wasn't going to simply send him away. He was welcome to go should he want. If he stayed, what would she do with him? What could she do with him? Not like she was going to pack up and go out fighting Pokémon. She couldn't stomach violence and tried to avoid it where she could. Would he be content to just sit around a ryokan. with her? Could he tend to clients? How absurd would that be to have a hulking, scarred figure like him serving drinks and meals?

The streets were quiet, as was her home. As Hana had expressed, people were giving her time to mourn. "I appreciate it," she said to no one, "but I could use the distraction." Rayne sighed and went to her bedroom. Once again, she took off her funeral robes. Though this time she put on some more practical clothing. An older, worn top, pants she'd 'borrowed' from Akio but then never returned. It was the type of outfit that would be scandalous if someone saw her. No one was here though, it was just her. So she donned the clothing and went to work.

Busy, just keep busy and let it roll around. Her family had drilled it into her head to not linger on a problem. Rather to busy herself with something else and sometimes a solution would present itself to her. So she set about cleaning the entire building as much as she could. Dusting, mopping, everything. She even had a wooden slate and a bit of charcoal so she could take note of things that needed repairing. While she was no expert carpenter, she could handle most things about here herself.

Hours passed with no solution. She decided to call it quits when she was pondering tear up the floorboards over an imagined squeak. Rayne straightened her aching back and looked around, realizing that it was getting late and dark. "Fuck," she grumbled. She'd worked clear through most of the day, meals, and who knew what else. As much as she wanted to just clean up and go to bed, she knew she had to eat something. Luckily, she always kept things for a quick soup and plenty of pickled vegetables around.

As she walked towards the kitchen, she cast a quick look around. No sign of Onibi. Was he still at the graveside? She couldn't see it from here. Had he left? Curious, she did a little lap though the building. No sign of him anywhere. "Onibi?" she called out quietly. In the past, if she called he'd come barreling around some corner.

Silence.

Pushing down her disappointment, Rayne went and fixed herself a quick meal. Nothing too fancy, since she could feel her energy draining out before the water even came to a boil. She was even more tired when it came time to clean up. Though she did force herself to at least wipe down with water before retiring. No drink tonight, she'd woken up with a nasty hangover that morning. Didn't want to make a lush of herself or make it a habit.

She settled into the darkness of her room and stared at the ceiling. Should she have gone back to the grave? Maybe she could have gone and made sure that Onibi was alright. It was late enough she likely wouldn't need to get her formal blacks back on. There was a lantern near her bed. Ready for nighttime use should she need it.

Creeeeak...

Rayne's ear twitched at the slow creak. She knew this building well enough to recognize the sound of a floorboard. One slow step. Then another. Approaching her private rooms before stopping just outside the entry. Looking over, she could see the faint outline of something through the shoji. "Onibi?" she asked the darkness.

The door slid open and the Pokémon filled the frame. The flames on his back low, giving him a somewhat menacing silhouette. "Onibi? is everything okay?" She felt nerves flutter as he stood there, face in shadows. Then a step forward. Another before he slid the door shut behind himself. Rayne felt a low ripple of worry as the Pokémon approached in the darkness. "Onibi, what are you doing? Is something wrong?"

Just a quiet grumble as he sank to the floor. The low fires burning lower then going out as he settled down near her. Chin resting on the edge of her futon as he stared at her for a second before closing his eyes. She reached out to stroke his head. The male stiffened, then leaned into the touch. He sighed quietly and moved a little closer to her. His large, warm frame settling onto the futon with her. There was something comforting about having him there. His menacing presence and entry non-withstanding. She'd allowed him into her bed many times before. Petting and cradling him until they drifted off.

As her fingers brushed his head, she felt him tremble. Then a whine she only just heard. Her hand swept over his back and felt his shoulder shake. "Oh," she breathed, "oh Onibi. You've been hurting so much too, haven't you?" He lifted his head, turned towards her. Even in the darkness, she could feel his gaze on her.

Then he buried his head under her chin and shook more. Powerful, dangerous hands wrapped around her and clung for dear life. The mighty fighters body shook with sobs as he wailed into her fur. Rayne felt the long denied tears well up in her own eyes as she planted a kiss on his head. Wrapping her arms around his thick neck, she pulled him close and began to cry too. Finally feeling as if she didn't have to mourn alone. Onibi curled himself close to her and whined. His tears matting the fur of her neck.

Like that, in one moment, he was no longer the intimidating, menacing fight. He was the cyndaquil that had a nightmare. Onibi clung to Rayne and she returned the favor.

Things changed after that night. Onibi hovered around her a little more. She found out he was actually quite good at cooking. Not something he could've learned from her brother. Akio had relied heavily on either her or food vendors for his meals. Imagine her surprise when she woke to find Onibi had not only prepared breakfast for them, but had it waiting on her by the garden.

They fell into a easy routine. Rayne going about her day in the ryokan., Onibi following behind and helping out where he could. If she instructed him on something, he was shockingly good at following her directions. Diving into whatever task she gave him with gusto and renewed energy.

It was all smooth sailing. Barring the occasional sticking point.

"I don't know what you want!" Hana waved her hands.

Onibi grumble growled and swatted a wooden slate covered in claw marks.

Rayne was trying her hardest not to laugh. "I think he's wanting some groceries." She craned her head, hair falling forward as she did so. "What is that? Steamed buns?" Onibi grumbled at her. "Well how was she supposed to know that?" A growl. "Your writing is atrocious." He wrinkled his nose and snorted at her.

Hana looked back and forth between them. "Can you understand him?"

Rayne laughed, "Heavens no! I just remembered that he loved steamed buns when Mom made them. Plus I saw the look he was giving the cart earlier in town." She reached out to poke Onibi's stomach, "Practically heard the growl from here." He grabbed at his own stomach and let out a mock-roar. Flames on his back flaring up as he did so. While Hana stepped back, Rayne had been steadily learning the difference in his Angry Flame and his Playing Flames. "Plus the picture kinda looks like a steamed bun, if you hold it at the right angle." She used her own claws to finish the lines. "See?"

Onibi snatched up the slate and grumbled, stalking off to the kitchen.

Hana shook her head slowly. "Gotta say, pretty surprised at all this. It looks like he's settling right in." She looked down at the tray before her, "And he cooks?"

"That really surprised me too." Rayne picked at her own meal, "Though I guess it makes sense. He always had a kind of 'I can do it myself' attitude when he was smaller. With how bad Akio was at cooking, I guess Onibi got tired of it."

Hana shook her head and jotted something down on her own slate. "Okay, I'll get some things for some buns then. Though I can't wait to see what he has in store. How have things been otherwise?"

A clatter made Rayne stand up, "One second..." She hurried to the entry, "Welcome, welcome!" Immediately falling into the role of hostess. After a couple days of being cooped up and trying to 'mourn properly' she'd gone into town in her usual clothing. Everyone seemed to take that as a sign that she was ready to see people again. She had one of her favorite outfits on. A comfortable kimono in a deep blue, styled and made to look like an ocean wave. "How can I be of service?" she bowed her head.

Meals, drink, and a soak in the hot springs. That was her main business from the locals. She was happy to be busy. Running trays, putting in orders, and dodging the occasional wandering hand. Onibi fell into an easy rhythm with her. Grumbling and grunting as she gave orders, but coming up with excellent food every time. He watched her from the kitchen as she took food. Glaring here and there as a customer tried to grab her. Not that she noticed. Even if the clients did sometimes.

Evenings were always time to wind down. Rayne gladly retiring with a relaxing bath and soak in the hot springs. Onibi had to be bathing as well, though she never saw him do it. About the time she was dried off and heading to her room, he'd be padding to join her. Fur damp and smelling somewhat fresh. So he was taking care of himself at some point. Though the image of him just blundering into the men's side to wash up did make her giggle.

He'd taken to sleeping in the same room as her. Either flopped on his belly or curled up with her. Sometimes his head would be tucked under hers. Others, she'd be curled against him. It was comforting, having someone to share the evening with. Someone she could cry with when the sadness overwhelmed. Though those times were getting fewer and further between. In general, Rayne just felt happier to have someone here at the ryokan. with her, helping out.

Onibi wiggled under the covers with her. Stretched out in a full sploot, breathing softly before the blankets even settled. Rayne let her arm drape against his side as she closed her eyes. Breathing in that floral, lightly smoked, scent of his. In a matter of seconds, she was asleep as well.

She woke in the darkness. Dawn had to be hours away, judging by how complete the dark was. It took her a second to realize what had woken her.

Low growls in her ear. Onibi's presence against her back. The typhlosion was curled against her body. At some point in the night, the pair had shifted. Her on her side and him curled behind her protectively. Though it wasn't his presence or even the growls that had woken her.

It was the pressure against her backside. A searing warmth that slid against her haunch as his hips stirred slowly. Rayne's heart leapt as realization dawned on her. That was his penis. The Pokémon was just grinding against her body. She could feel the raw heat of him on her bare backside. Was he awake? Was he just having some sort of dream? Should she wake him up and say something if he was? Questions raced through her mind faster than they could form.

"Gggrrrrmphmn." Onibi grumbled. That wasn't the sleepy muttering of a dreaming Pokémon. No, she had began to recognize his frustrated noises. There was a certain edge to it that she couldn't quite explain. He pushed against her, keeping his motions slow and shallow. She felt a deliberateness to his actions that said he was trying to keep from waking her.

His hand shifted, nails scraping her side ever so lightly. It had been that scratching that woke her up. Onibi repositioned his hand, letting it linger on her hip a second before sweeping back up. A light feel, not a full grope. There was a hesitation to it as if he were trying to decide what to do.

She was starting to regret sleeping naked.

Onibi wiggled as if to get more comfortable. The tip of his cock wedged itself under her thick tail. Rayne had to bite her lip to keep from yelping in surprise. Onibi froze behind her, every muscle tense. What do I do? Do I pretend to wake up and hope he stops? Would he even stop if she did? Maybe if I just... She muttered as if asleep and wiggled her body. Trying to dislodge his cock in the same way one might a bothersome insect.

Bad move. Her writhing just made his tip slide across her thigh and nestle so perfectly between them. She could feel him resting there. Tip throbbing dangerously close to her pussy lips. The samurott held her breath. Every fiber of her being focused down lower. Oh she could feel every twitch and throb of his cock. That fat tip nesting right against her. Dangerously close to sliding in, but also so far from it.

Then she realized Onibi wasn't breathing either. He wasn't moving. Why wasn't he moving? A million thoughts raced through her head. Everything from wondering if she should break away from him, to why he hadn't pushed forward. If he wanted to lay claim to her, he could. Oh she could fight him, but the typhlosion was larger and stronger. Best she could do was put up something of a fight. Images of him pinning her down and looming over her. Snarling as his burning hot cock pierced her. Mind racing with the thought of how his larger form could easily pin her down. How the impact of his hips off hers would feel. Just how...

Why was she getting excited?

Rayne's lungs ached from holding her breath. Onibi hadn't done anything yet. Maybe he was still asleep too and hadn't realized what he had done. Perhaps, just possibly, she could feign sleep and then he'd shift away in his slumber.

So she let the breath out and drew another slow, calm breath. Yes, just focus on breathing in and out. Count and calm herself down. She'd be able to drift back to sleep in a matter of moments.

Onibi shifted behind her. Not to pull away, but to rock his hips forward. Slowly at first, barely even moving his body. His hand shifted down to grip her hip. Holding with what she could only imagine was a kind of desperate or possessive grasp. She felt a whine build in his throat as he rolled his head back.

Her traitorous body was getting excited. Plump pussy lips grew wet with her own excitement. Being that she was a water type, that meant that she was usually rather... Damp when worked up. It had been a long time, years, since she'd had a partner. Her body knew the touch of a male when it felt it. Even as her own thoughts and worry surged, her excitement grew.

"Rrrph..." Onibi grunted quietly. His thrusts got a little faster, working more of his shaft between her thighs. Grinding his burning rod against her bare pussy lips. Rayne bit her lip and tried to hold back her yelp of surprise. He wasn't trying to fuck her, but he was definitely rubbing against her. She could feel that tip part her lips with each rock. Glide over her body, gather up some of her excitement, then pop past. His length throbbed, adding his own precum to the mix. Coating the sleek fur of her plump thighs as his form rocked faster. Her ears were filled with the ever wetter sound of his cock slipping against her. Onibi's seating pre mixed with her own dripping arousal. Each thrust dangerously close to clapping off her rear. Onibi was careful, cautious. His thrusts were only as deep as they needed to be. The typhlosion was happily fucking her thighs while she 'slept' there.

Why is this so exciting? Rayne gripped her blankets and tried to hold still. Focusing on keeping her breathing steady and even. Even as Onibi's red-hot cock surged past her lips again and again. The male's searing precum splattering onto her thighs and drooling down. And those noises. Oh those sweet little whimpers of his as he ground his teeth and fought to stay quiet. Her stomach fluttered as his tip struck her pearl. Stroking it and making her insides clench.

A voice whispered in her mind, Just reach down. Nudge his tip up that little bit. Let him slide right into you, what harm could it do? It's been so long since you've had a male you know. He'd have to be better than those drunken sots that try for you. Feel how _ big _ he is? Couldn't you just imagine that hot cock pounding your body as you _ gush _ with excitement?

Oh she could, she could so easily imagine it. Her traitorous mind was filling her head with all kinds of thoughts. The male's actions spoke to that more primal side of her. Even if her hybrid nature put her at risk. Either male, Pokémon or human, had a chance to leave her pregnant. Was it safe right now? Could she allow him to take her? Lust was starting to fog her thoughts. She couldn't even remember what day it was, much less if it was safe or not. Her fingers twitched under the blanket. Stomach clenched with pleasure as the male's thrusts grew faster, more frantic.

I can't do this. Rayne bit her lip as her hand snuck lower.

I shouldn't do this... yet her fingers brushed over her own stomach and slipped lower.

What could it hurt? She reached for his tip, wanting to use her fingers to guide him into her.

A breath before her fingers touched him, Onibi wrenched away with a low snarl. The typhlosion rolled over and got onto all fours, scrambling for the door. Rayne jolted and looked back in surprise. [i]Nooo! Cried that needy part of her as he left.

Onibi wrenched the sliding door open and almost fell out onto the walkway around the garden. The moon was bright enough that she could see every detail as he crouched by the garden. Onibi's balls, which she'd never noticed just how large and pendulous they were, twitched. Heaved with the weight they carried. His cock was thick, covered in swirled ridges, sporting a thick tip and a rather hearty bulge at the base. It jutted straight out of his lap and throbbed with his frantic heartbeat. As she watched, the male grabbed his cock in both hands and stroked. One curled about his base and the other flew along his shaft.

"Rrrrmmgh!" he bit back a bellow. Purple flames leapt from his back and shoulders, wreathing him in an otherworldly light. The male hunched and erupted. For eruption was the only word that fit. Thick, heavy cum exploded from his tip and rained down across the garden. Onibi rocked his head back and let his tongue hang from his maw. Tending to his cock and stroking it. As he did so, he angled it higher. Each shot of cum went further and higher. Until it was shooting clear over his head, arching forward, and raining down on her plants.

The sheer volume astounded her. It seemed like he kept climaxing for several minutes. Stroking and tugging at his knot. Coaxing out every last drop he could. Yet even as he drained himself, his balls didn't seem to lose any mass. They leapt and heaved. Giving him everything the had and more. Rayne bit her lip as she watched. Fingers twitching at the very cusp of her own lips. The temptation to play with herself too strong. Why is this so exciting? Why do I want to feel it in me? She huffed quietly, parting her lips with two fingers. Teasing her own pearl with a little pet. Even that touch enough to make her insides tremble with glee.

"Hrruffff," Onibi slumped forward and breathed out. Releasing his cock, he lifted his hand and licked his fingers clean. As he turned, Rayne dropped back to the bedding and feigned sleep.

The door whispered shut. Flooring creaked as he padded closer. She did all she could to keep her breathing even as Onibi loomed over her. The intensity of his gaze enough to make the fur along her back bristle. As calm as could be. He laid down beside her again. Shuffling to get close to her. Then he sighed and she felt him relax. His breathing settled soon enough. Falling into that low rumble she knew meant he was asleep. Rayne waited several long moments before sighing herself. I'll take care of that in the morning. She moved her hand away from her privates. Closed her own eyes, and drifted back to sleep.

She did not take care of it in the morning. Her body was still thrumming the next day. Rayne couldn't stop thinking about it. His size. How excited he had been. The raw, primal heat of his length as it slid against her nether. So very close to sliding in. The very risk of the contact enough to make her...

"So has everything been good?" Hana's question snapped her out of her thoughts. She and her friend were sitting by the garden, mere feet from where Onibi had erupted the night before. They were enjoying a nice afternoon lunch and tea.

Rayne cleared her throat, "Yes. It's been good. Well, about as good as you can expect." She played with one of the steamed buns for a second. "Onibi still does his lurking and quiet thing. We've been finding a good pattern though and he seems happier." Her gaze lifted as the typhlosion padded towards them with a fresh tray.

Hana flashed a smile, "Gotta say, I'm surprised by how good of a cook he is. I'd seen Akio burn water, but these?" She waved a bun at Rayne, "So tender, and the filling…"

"Grrrum," Onibi grunted as he sat the tray down beside Hana. Flashing her, what Rayne knew, was his best smile. The poor girl jumped, almost choking on her food, before watching the Pokémon pad away.

Her voice dropped as she leaned in, "He is quiet though. Really like a ghost." She turned and called, "Great cook! Wonderful food can't wait to have more!" Which made Onibi grumble and turn his head in a way Rayne was starting to guess was proud embarrassment. Once he rounded the corner, Hana snapped back around, "He hasn't been acting... Weird, has he?"

Rayne wrinkled her nose, "Hard to define weird." Memory of the night before. His hands grasping at her sides, clinging to her. The tingle on her backside as his hips nearly touched. The burning ache of his manhood as it pulsed against her. Surging forward with each rock. He row juices coating every inch of his thick, veiny flesh. She hid her flush behind her mug. "I hadn't seen him in years and now he's here after losing his best friend? Might have to narrow down weird."

Hana shifted just a little, scooting so she could glance back where Onibi had wandered to, yet still whisper at Rayne. "It's just..." she trailed off and thought, "You've heard the old tales haven't you? About the woman who was taken off by a group of Typhlosion, then came back later with a cyndaquil? Implying," she made a few hand gestures and noises. Trying to convey the idea of the male Pokémon having sex and impregnating a human, without having to say it.

Rayne was used to this sort of talk though. She'd heard it often enough, given her unique status. "No," she kept her reply measured, "he hasn't been trying to drag me off and impregnate me." Her body throbbed as the male's warmth lingered. That memory enough to stir her. She'd double checked her calendar and she wasn't due for a season for several moons. Besides, that felt entirely different from what she wad feeling now. Her season was a low itch. That aching need to find a partner and be impregnated. No, this was plain old arousal. Which made it something far more sinister than a mere estrus.

A small sigh, "That's good." Hana nibbled on a bun and thought for a second. Rayne knew that look on her face too well.

"What is it?"

"Nothing, what is what?"

Rayne shifted, "I know that look. There is something else."

Hana started to deny it, but Rayne arched one of her majestic eyebrows and leaned forward. "Okay," she blurted after a mere second of the Withering Look. "I happened to be down at the tea house when that foreign professor was there. Redbud, I think is their name. I might have mentioned that a friend of mine recently came into possession of a fighter Pokémon. Then asked if that friend needed to know anything." A breath, "Then I had to explain that I didn't mean a fighting Pokémon, but one that fought. Which lead to a whole discussion about..." Rayne cleared her throat making Hana jolt. "Right, so once I cleared all that up. They seemed to think that as long as you feel safe, you should be okay."

"Well that's good then."

Not that Hana was done. "They did mention something." Her face screwed up and nose scrunched, "Root? Rut? Route? Something like that. Supposedly, according to them, male Pokémon and especially fire types, get... Heated. Really," she fought for the word, "worked up some times of the year." She did a little upward motion with her hand, "During which they, produce a lot more and need to be," the human's cheeks were flushed as she fought to find a word that wasn't crude or perverse. "released."

Now that made Rayne's brows bounce. "So they get pent up and need to," now it was her turn to make a motion. Fingers going up and splaying out as if a geyser. Onibi reared back in the moonlight. Tongue hanging from his maw as he snarled like some great beast. Those delicious, heavy nuts of his lifting before each tremendous release of his seed.

Hana's cheeks were flushed, "That's what the professor said. How they managed to get research on that I'll never know."

Much as Rayne enjoyed her friend's company, she half-tuned out Hana for a moment. Mind racing with these new possibilities and problems. Her time as a hostess had taught her how to carry a conversation while her mind worked on something else. In this case, she was now wondering if she should be doing something for Onibi. He was... Well, she wouldn't say family. Close for certain, partner maybe? He'd fallen into the role of helping out readily enough. Last night had been rather shocking and frantic. Did it hurt to be the riled up? Had she caused it to be worse? She did like to sleep naked, there were always robes and coverings at hand. He had been pressed rather tightly behind her. Could it be her own nature and his problem ha only compounded?

How had Akio handled this?

Those thoughts plagued her as she wrapped up lunch. Lingered as she tended to guests. Rayne knew she wasn't giving her guests the service she usually did. Her ears twitched as she heard one muttered complaint. Which was thankfully hushed by someone telling of her brother's passing. While she hated to use that situation, she just could not wrench her mind off thoughts.

Onibi helped her tend to guests. Fixing trays, readying drinks, and bringing out fresh towels and robes. Whenever they were in the same room, she could feel his eyes on her. Not overtly. Just those side long glances, little sniffs as she came close, and other such things. Small little things that, anyone but her, would have failed to notice.

“Is he safe?" a guest asked as she leaned in to serve some sake.

Rayne tittered a laugh, "Oh yes, he's perfectly fine. Just is a big grumbler." Turning, she caught Onibi standing near her, giving the patron a look. She reached out and hooked her fingers under his chin, scratching. Onibi changed immediately. That sour, glaring look melted away as he leaned into her fingers. His near constant growling mutters smoothed into a pleased rumble. "See?" she smiled, "rather sweet once you get to know him." Rayne risked a kiss to his nose.

Onibi reared back, stunned. Then turned with, what she knew, was an embarrassed grumble to take some empty cups back to the kitchen. "Just please don't try that without asking. My late brother did once and got a nip." She winked, "I've always been the better kisser." That drew a ripple of laughter.

Her thoughts kept circling the same topics even as she went to bathe herself later that evening. Rayne's ear twitched at the sounds of people muttering in the main bath. It was getting late and they were drying off at least. She'd chased them out of the water before stripping and rinsing herself. Floorboards creaked and panels slid as the guests left for the rooms. Leaving her in her alone in her private bath.

Mostly alone.

Her ear twitched again at the soft sigh of floorboards within her private bathing room. A sidelong glance showed the door was slid open a crack. A familiar shape hiding within the shadows of the room. Onibi was spying on her as she strolled towards the water.

He really shouldn't be spying on me. Thought we'd broken him of that habit when he was younger. And yet, she couldn't help but feel a little thrill. Insides clenched and churned at the thought of a male so enamored that he couldn't help but sneak to watch her. If it had been a stranger, she would have been furious. Used one of the moves she knew to drive them off. Since it was Onibi though, well that just hit different.

Rayne stretched in the lamp light and turned. Letting the flickering flames dance over her body. The dark blue and red markings on her form all the more striking. She turned slowly, letting him get a better look at her before she stepped towards the pool. Not to sink into the water, not yet. No, she sat on the smoothed rocks surrounding the pool and dipped one foot into the water. The samurott let her other leg stretch out to her side. Casually, slowly, reaching down to stroke her own thigh and calf. Acting as if she were massaging out some ache or pain.

She didn't keep the act up long. No, she let her fingers slid up her shapely thigh and come to rest on her privates. Breathing out a quiet huff as she leaned back. One hand came to rest on the ground behind her as the other massaged her outer lips. So plump, swollen with the excitement that had been gnawing at her all day. She spread those dark blue folds to reveal lighter blue inner petals.

A flicker of flame from beyond the door. She caught the barest glimpse of Onibi staring at her before he backed away a step. Trying to hide that collar of flame that flashed briefly. She hide her smile by dipping her head. Pretending not to notice as she breathed out the softest of moans.

She dipped two fingers along her body. Spreading herself open for one digit to tease her insides. Heavens, I am so wet already. Is it from thinking about it, or is from him watching? Did it really matter either way? She was putting on a show for him and he was eating it up. Rayne spotted faint movement in the shadows beyond the door. Her mind painted a vivid picture of the typhlosion playing with his own sheath. Matching her motion for motion. Toying with himself until he was at peak arousal.

"Haa," she breathed as her fingers traced her pearl. Stroking and squeezing it between two fingers oh so lightly. Then diving past to spread her tunnel further. She arched her hips forward and bit her lip. Throwing her head back as pleasure shuddered through her. Another flicker of flame, giving her the barest glimpse of Onibi staring at her, hand on his cock. She let out a huff and arched. Rocking her hips into her hand as she put on a show for him.

Oh she was so very wet. Each plunge of her fingers was met with a slick sound. Fingers were sopping wet within seconds. Her juices glittered on her folds and dripped down into the water. She bit her lip and worked her fingers faster. More excited than she had been in years. No, it wasn't the excitement of heat. This was all about the play, the show, having a partner she wanted to tease. Other males she had been with had been brusque. Get her worked up, have their fun, and be gone. The fact that Onibi was showing restraint turned her on more. She could hear him, grumbling and panting on the other side of the paper door. Only just make out the shape of his hand as it flew along his cock. She took in the sights of him smelling her undergarments as he played with himself.

Wait. He was doing what?!

Opening an eye more, she got a clearer sight of him. He'd eased the door open to see her. In one hand, he grasped his manhood and was playing with it. His other held her undergarments. Cloth which had been, until moments before, wrapped around her privates. She'd worn them all day, despite how excited she had been. They had to smell rather strongly of her. Oh that thought both excited and angered her. [i]That pervert! she laughed to herself.

Onibi was larger, body honed by combat, but she was by the water. It was her element. She knew just how fast she could be around water. So when she leaned forward and pushed off, she was certain she'd catch him off guard. Especially as she practically skimmed across the surface of the hot spring and leapt the several feet from water to patio in a single bound. Wrenching the door open with a, "Onibi!" that made him jerk and freeze. Brain clearly locking up at being caught in such a position. Her underwear all but wrapped around his nose, hand clearly pleasuring himself. Rayne huffed, "I can't believe you're sniffing my underwear and pleasuring yourself!" She didn't yell, it was more the hushed whisper of someone who didn't want to disturb guests. Even if she knew they would be settling in for sleep by now.

Onibi looked sheepish, starting to grumble something as he began to step back.

She stepped closer, purposefully invading his space. "When I'm right here," she spoke as if she hadn't finished her sentence earlier. Adding a playful, seductive purr to her voice.

Now that really caught him off guard. She could almost see his brain lock up as he fixed her with a stunned and curious gaze. Rayne's heart was hammering as she embraced this bolder approach she'd seemingly decided on. "Those look so heavy." She motioned down at his balls and almost purred, "You look like you could use some help. Especially after last night." He jolted again and gave her a look that was equal parts confusion and embarrassment. Grumbling out some noises as if to ask if she'd been awake. Rather than acknowledge his noises, she moved to lay on the smooth floor of the room. "Come here," she gave her stomach a pat. "Tuck yourself between these and let's see about getting you some release?" She pushed her ample breasts together. Hoping he'd get the message.

It took him a few seconds before he moved. As if he couldn't believe this was happening, or perhaps he was just confused on what she wanted. The male did step forward and straddle her chest. His stubby legs stretched out rather wide to hold himself over her form. Though when she reached down to grasp his cock and guide him forward, he got the idea.

That searing hot, throbbing cock of his eased between her breasts. Smooth, slick fur of her hybrid body eased his passage as he leaned forward. The tip of his manhood just poking free of her cleavage. "There we go," she breathed, "now keep it down." She cast a look up and smiled, "We don't want anyone to hear, do we?" Rayne leaned forward and planted a kiss on his tip. Tongue sneaking out to brush around his flesh.

His flavor was unexpected. Salty, she knew, but there was a sweetness to it as well. Hot, not spicy, and not purely temperature either. A warmth she couldn't begin to describe flowed across her senses. Then the underlying smokiness many fire types had, or so she'd heard. Better still was his reaction. The way his head rolled and tongue rolled as he panted.

Onibi reached down and grabbed her breasts, trying to steady himself. Her breasts deformed under his strong, rough grip. She rewarded him with another lick, working her lips over his tip. The male shivered, gasped, and jerked back. Precum and some of her own saliva coated his tip, letting him slide easier along her fur. He huffed and thrust into her. Hips clapping off her breasts as her mouth met his tip again. Tongue lashing over every inch she could get, rewarding him with more sickness.

He groaned his pleasure and leaned forward. Finally getting the idea of what she wanted. One hand came to brace on the floorboards as the other felt her breast. Savoring how the soft flesh felt under his touch. Surprisingly, his fingers traced around to her nipples. Between her own mounting excitement and his touch, the dark red teats pressed eagerly to his palm. Onibi growled his pleasure and caressed her. Tongue hanging from his maw as hips began to rock faster.

Can't believe I'm doing this, Rayne thought to herself. The thought being chased away even as his tip found her mouth and pushed deeper. She closed her lips tight and slurped around him. Getting a shiver and gasp from the male as he abandoned his retreat to feel more of that. Steadily building a, well she wouldn't call it a rhythm. His pattern and pace was too frantic. Too excited to call it anything more than animalistic. Still, she gladly kept up. Pressing her own breasts around him. Swirling her tongue one way then the other. Letting his rock hardness crash against the swirling vortex of her maw. Wearing him down as the sea wore down the great stones.

His grip shifted to the back of her head. Fingers curled through her long, silvery-white mane. The male groaned and pulled her head forward as he surged upwards. Rayne's eyes went wide as he almost leapt over her head, burying his cock fully into her maw. Onibi leaned further over her, scrambling up to get into a new position. Practically straddling her head as he thrust into her mouth. Rayne gulped as his tip almost slid into her throat.

Rather than push him off or try to calm him, she found herself doubling down. She could hold her breath longer than he could last. The samurott reached up and grabbed those heavy balls of his. Rolling them in her palm as he rutted her face. The male's knot starting to slap her lips as he shot precum deep into her maw. She gulped and swallowed. Tongue wrapping around him one way then the other. Fighting his cock, showing him that she was the superior one in this match up.

Her reward? Her victory? It came as the male slumped forward, grabbing her head in both hands. His hips barely even moving as he battered her snout with his knot. A deep, needy growl rolled up the male before he delivered a single, shuddering thrusts. Engorged cock erupting in her maw. Threatening to drown her in the flood of cum that filled her maw.

A part of her took this as a challenge. She was not going to lose, not going to choke. Rayne rolled her head and swallowed noisily. Feeling how he pumped shot after shot so deep into her. Tip so close to her throat that she only had to angle her head and relax to let him pour right down her gullet. A shame, since she was missing out on that flavor of his. So much stronger than his precum, it made her hunger for more even as her stomach started to swell. Her mind flashed to the night before. Thinking about just how much he'd released with his paw alone. Wondering if her maw would extract more from him. Her core warmed as throat bulge with each thick gulp.

Onibi retreated before she could see how much she could milk from him. Cock springing free as he pulled back. "Graaaaah!" he drooled as his cock painted Rayne's face and the floor with his seed. She leaned up as he began to retreat. Catching his cock with a hand, maw finding his balls. She hungrily drew one into her mouth and slurped on it. Stroking his cock faster, drawing out a few more hearty sprays of his seed. That is going to be a nightmare to get out of my hair, she thought despite how she didn't really care.

It took a few moments before Onibi pulled away, looking down at her as he panted. She knew she had to look like a mess right now. Face and hair covered in the male's prodigious load. Yet she couldn't help but lick her lips, "Are we feeling better now? All spent?"

"Nrrrooph…"

He leaned down to lick her face. Gladly lapping up his own cum. She turned her head to meet him in a kiss. Tongues licking over each other as she panted. Thighs shifted to frame his body as she moaned quietly. Not fully noticing as his hands came down to rest on either side of her head. Nor how his hips shifted ever so slightly. Without something to grasp his knot, the male had already started to soften. Not enough that he couldn't grind against her. Searing rod meeting slick slit. Almost steaming as he ground into her for a beat before rocking back.

Unlike the night before, he hit his mark and pushed in.

Rayne arched into his push. Thighs pressing tight to his bulkier frame as her spread her aching body open. She hadn't realized how much she'd needed a male inside her until then. Slick walls clenched and slid around him. As much as her tongue had worn him down, her pussy was twice as powerful. Waves lapped and crashed at his boulder. Trapping him into her riptide and sucking him into the deepest parts of her ocean. He crashed against her shores and tried to pull away. Only to be sucked back in by desire and need. Her body met his fires with her own excitement. Trying to fight the undying flame. Pushing it back, quenching it for a brief moment before the air reignited his desires.

Her body shook with the impacts of his feral thrusts. Yet she hungered for more. Pushing, challenging, daring him to see how much she could take. Onibi tried to come up for air, but she was there. Hand on the back of his head, drawing him down. All so her tongue could find his and trap it. Sucking him into a kiss as the male growled and she snarled. His tongue flicked out as he panted. Lips wrapped around it and drew it into her mouth. Sucking on him hungrily as he dove in. Mouth hard against hers, his breath blasting her face, tongues fighting for control. His filled her maw, but hers had the home field advantage. Wrapping around his and coiling tighter as she slurped on his tongue.

A storm was brewing between the two. The wild, savage heat of the fire type crashed against the relentless waves of the water type. Even as a mere hybrid, it was a losing battle for him. He groaned, huffed, and yet gave it his all. Throwing himself against her as his knot began to grow. Only just starting to pop in and out of her body with wet, sopping noises.

"Nnnrrrrgh!" one of them growled. Rayne realized it was her a mere second before pleasure shot up her spine. Her orgasm, teased from the night before, lurking about all day, and stoked in the springs, finally caught up to her. She threw her head back and gasped. Grabbing at Onibi with arms and legs. Clinging to him as she threw herself up towards him. She wanted, no needed, to feel him finish in her. In her minds eye, she could see his cock hammering so deep in her. Tip threatening to nestle at the entry to her springs. Those so heavy balls lifting as the male's dam threatened to break.

"Hrrraaagh!" he hissed like a kettle left on boil too long. Onibi wrenched his body against hers. Thick muscles rolling under his hide as he threw himself against her body and legs. Thrusting harder, faster, cock threatening to fall free.

Onibi threw his head back and snarled. Flames rolling off his shoulder and neck as he peaked. Thick, molten see erupted from between them, spraying across her belly and chest. The fighter had managed to wrench himself free of her before his knot caught. Now it drummed against her gates. Denying her that even as her body shook in the glorious afterglow of a truly wonderful fuck. She threw her head back and panted. Basking in the warmth that soaked into her body as he marked her with his seed. Grinding it into her fur as he pressed to her. The male slumped into her form and shivered.

Rayne reached up to stroke her fingers over his head and neck. Onibi's growls took on a softer note. Nuzzling into her neck as he lay on top of her.

"You..." she panted, "made a mess."

"Grraagggraammph," he grumbled in a very mocking tone. Though he did slide off her. Wobbling a little as he retrieved a cloth and bucket. Rayne sat up slowly and took one of the clothes, starting to wipe herself off with a sideways smile. Onibi met her smirk with one of his own. Wiping himself down and huffing. The male cast a look at her and leaned in, pecking her cheek. "Ruuu."

She returned with one of her own, "Now you're just trying to be sweet." He flashed a grin and helped her clean up. "Feeling better?" He nodded with a snort. "Good, let me know if you need more help with," she motioned down at his privates. He grumbled something and nuzzled into her chin. Helping her up once they were both cleaned. Padding behind her to the room and assisting with getting the futon set up.

Rayne breathed a sigh as he curled behind her. Hands gently, but possessively grasping her hips and body. Kneading as he seemingly drifted off. She wiggled her body back into his slowly and closed her eyes as well. Breathing in a low sigh and smiling.

Frustratingly, sleep wouldn't come.

Rayne tossed a bit, rolling onto her back to stare up at the ceiling. Her body was thrumming still. Wanton waves rolled at her shores and crashed upon her senses. It needed something, craved something, but what? Rayne growled as she rolled over more. She found herself face to face with Onibi. The male's eyes closed and breathing slow. Asleep, or just trying to? She thought in the darkness. Fingers trailing over her broad chest. Only now thinking about just how strong he was. A shiver raced through her body as she stroked his chest, across his belly. Then down to his lap until she cupped his sheath.

It was still swollen with need. Feeling further down, she weighed his balls in her hand. In the past, her partners could manage once, sometimes more. Though, she'd come to know that a few of them only wanted the 'exotic feel of hybrid' or something. She breathed a sigh and ran her fingers over his sheath. It twitched under her grasp, then she felt that warmth. The firmness as his tip began to slide out against her palm.

"Grrrph," Onibi snorted, opening an eye to look at her.

She kissed his nose, "Hush. You were so happy to hump me last night. I think," she pushed at his shoulder, "It's time I return the favor." He was solid, it was like trying to shove a stone wall. There was no way she would be able to shift him.

Not unless he wanted it.

Onibi rolled onto his back and watched as Rayne slid over top of him. The samurott huffed as she straddled his wide hips, pressing her rear back against his sheath. Licks of flame from the male lit her briefly as he rumbled and reached up. Stroking her bare body as she knelt above him. His length eagerly pressing towards her. The fire type's rut more than willing to give her more if she wanted it.

Rayne bit her lip and reached down. Cupping his cock and lifting her hips. Using feel more than anything to line up with him.

"Graaaaah!" he gasped as she pushed down on his semi-hard length. Rayne braced hands on his chest as she sank back. Feeling his sheath meet her lips, then get pushed back. She let out her own little moan. Hissing it between clenched teeth as he filled her again. Body immediately starting to milk and roll around him like the stormy seas. Thighs squeezed his thick waist as she braced hands on his chest. Arching her body proudly as she began to ride.

Onibi pushed up to meet her. Hips rocking into her grinding bounces. Sliding his cock deeper into her as blood rushed to it. His heavy balls nestled so nicely against her ass. Tucked under the thickness of her tail. Strong hands fell to her thighs and stroked. Petting her as he growled his praises. Head rolling back and tongue hanging from his maw in bliss.

Faster. One of them urged the other and her hips began to clap off his. Plump rear rippling as she dropped into his lap. Harder! His hands swept over her thighs and hips. Scratching ever so lightly, raising welts under her luscious fur. Claws tapped and traced their way up her sides. Over her ribs, tracing her red markings. Then around to her breasts, cupping and lifting them. All before his clever fingers found her nipples and pinched.

She gasped and pressed her chest into his lands encouragingly. Bouncing faster on him. Her own hand snaked along his belly and between her legs. Stroking her pussy, reveling in how he stretched her. The astounding warmth of the male buried so deep inside her.

It became a dance. Bathed in moonlight that leaked through the walls. Illuminated in flashes from the lustful male under her. She would arch and roll this way. He'd meet and match her with a shimmy that way. It picked up pace and pattern, finding a rhythm they both relished in. Her thick tail clapped off his thighs as she rocked her body back. Mouth open in soundless pants as her entire body warmed.

Then she felt it. Onibi's knot, that delightful bulge that had been denied to her earlier. She sat firmly down on it, feeling how it nestled so perfectly inside her. Faster, harder, she pushed her body, barely even moving her hips. Juicy, dripping folds clung and sucked on his knot. Soaking it in her excitement as she panted. She saw Onibi's eyes open wider as he realized what she was doing. He began to growl, started to lift.

She snarled, "No you don't," and slammed her hands onto his shoulders. The smaller hybrid pinned the larger Pokémon to the futon. Her feet hooked against his thighs and pulled her down. "I want to feel this, and you are going to give it to me." He could easily toss her off. He was larger, stronger, and more trained. She knew he could just roll over and knock her off.

Yet the male sank back as if she were the more powerful one. Tongue starting to hang from his maw as he panted. Hips jerking towards her as his knot grew thicker, heavier. It became harder to move. Rayne was doing little more than grinding against him now. His cock was behaving in ways she hadn't expected. He kept growing inside her. Shaft stretching her canal and digging deeper.

Deeper…

Further…

Until he reached it.

His tip dug against her cervix and made her gut clench. She gasped and hunched over him. Shock almost driving the breath from her lungs as her body shook.

Onibi took over. Powerful arms wrapped around her, grasped her rear, and gripped around the base of her rudder. His thrusts came harder, faster, balls clapping off her tail. He groaned under her, and she responded in kind. Doing all she could to match and meet his motions. Grinding into him even as that knotted length became more entrapped.

His tip pushed through her barrier and nestled in. She jolted, gasped, and then lights flashed before her eyes as she reached a peak she never could have imagined. Her entire body locked and shuddered. Milking the male's trapped length, coaxing him to give her what she craved. Onibi was right behind her. Snarling as he arched off the futon. Entire body shuddering as he came with the force of a volcano.

The male's molten seed blasted straight into her vulnerable womb. Flooding her with the raw, primal warmth that threatened to burn her up. Yet her body fought back. Cooling his gift as it clenched and soaked him. Juices squirting around their tie and dripping onto his balls. He'd clench and blast into her. She'd roll and douse his fires. Challenging him for more even as he gave her everything he had and then some.

By the heavens! she panted, feeling how her stomach began to swell. Body gleefully adapting to the astounding volume he had to give her. The seed he'd sown across her gardens? The fury he'd unleashed upon her in the bath? It paled to what he had to offer now that she was wrapped around his knot. She could feel it sloshing inside her. Filling her beyond anything she could have imagined. Yet her body and it's hybrid nature gladly took everything he had.

In mere moments, she looked as if she were several months pregnant. Yet she could still feel him twitching inside her. Adding to the warmth that filled her and burned her so delightfully. Onibi huffed and lay back. Head rolling and staring up at her with the unspoken question of better? Hanging between them.

Rayne leaned forward, arms trembling, and planted a kiss on his chin. Purring, the samurott yawned and settled down. "Good night, Onibi." He grumbled, but settled into a purr. All while her legs remained curled under his, not letting him draw back even a hair.

"You are looking positively Radiant!" a patron called, "I must say, this is the best springs I've ever been to. Clean building, a beautiful hostess, and wonderful food!"

Rayne laughed, "I am glad to know I rank below the food, but above the building." She kept her tone light, playful. She was feeling better than she had in a while. It had been a steady uphill over the last few weeks. Ever since she and Onibi had their encounter in the moonlight. Things had really taken off when she'd pinned him that very evening and ridden until he'd knotted her properly. Oh she still shivered just thinking about it.

Since then, they'd fallen into an easy routine. Tending to guests, doing repairs and updates on the building, cooking, cleaning, and fucking each other's brains out at night.

"No offense," her guest laughed, "but this food is simply amazing. Are there any more of the meat buns?"

She tapped her snout, "I believe my cook was putting some more on earlier. Let me go check for you, don't go away." Onibi's cooking had been a surprise hit. It was something he loved doing. When she'd asked if he'd rather be out fighting, or here. He'd told her, as best he could with growls and body language, that he preferred this. Silly Akio, I'd told him that Onibi was always more of an artisan than a fighter. Still though, Onibi had been devoted to Akio and had given her brother his all.

Onibi looked up as she entered the kitchen. "They're asking about the buns. Do we have any more done yet?" He glanced towards the steamers and grumbled some, wiggling his hands. "Soon?" she sighed and went to a cask, "I had better top them up on drink at least." There was a line of clean, but empty, bottles by the cask. "Told you to fill those," she chided gently. It was no big complaint, not since he'd been busy cooking. Rayne turned to fill a bottle when Onibi moved.

"Grrrrrmmmnn," he purred seductively. Hands sweeping over her legs and lifting her kimono. Hiking the robe up over her tail with practiced ease.

Rayne gasped, "Onibi!" she whispered, "there are guest, we can't just... Nnph!"

He pushed her underwear aside and stroked her pussy lips. Brow arching in a silent we can't? As he smirked. It didn't take more than a few pets before she felt herself getting wet. "They'll hear us." He twisted his fingers and pushed them deeper. Hooking just so as he played with her. Fur matting as her excitement began to drip down his fingers. "Fine!" she let out a sigh of mock-exasperation, "just be quick about it." Even as she stepped her feet apart and hiked her tail excitedly.

Onibi opened his own robe to reveal his semi-erect cock. His grip shifted to her hips and pushed down, guiding her into a rough kneeling position. The Pokémon male slid up behind her and growled. His body curled so perfectly behind her, sheath grinding into her lips. Just a few teasing pumps before his tip found her entrance and surged in.

"Haaa!" she breathed out, trying to keep quiet as his hips immediately flew into rapid, hard thrusts. Each impact send shock waves through her core. Ass rippling under the assault as her partner Pokémon fell into a rapid, easy rut. He growled at her and leaned forward. Fangs digging into her shoulder as he threw himself against her. Using his weight to bowl her to the ground fully. Mounting her as if she were a female Pokémon, and not a hybrid.

Rayne bit her lip and shivered under the brutal fucking. The clapping of his body off hers drown out by the music in the other room and a rattle of cookware on the table she tried to cling to. She hung her head lower and looked under her own body. Savoring the sight of his ample balls as they crashed off her thighs and belly. Each thrust made her own excitement drip onto the floor of the kitchen. His bare cock flying in and out of her. Knot already starting to batter at her lips. Onibi wouldn't tie with her. Not until they were alone in the springs or their bedroom.

Ears perked as she heard laughter, reminding her that there were people. Mere feet away, separated by thin walls, human and Pokémon guests lingered and chatted. Had drinks and food before a soak in the hot springs. All while she was getting her brains fucked out and trying to keep quiet. The thrill made her clench and shiver with delight. Squirting around the male to show her approval.

There was something about the speed and simple, animalistic nature of it. Him just using her for release. It was thrilling, exciting. Especially when she knew that he was utter putty in her hands if she wished. Oh she could tease him all day long, rile him to a frenzy, and still leisurely ride him if she wanted. Even now, she could tell him to stop and he would. He'd grumble and growl, but he'd pull out and leave his cock twitching in the air until she was ready.

"Not so rough," she hissed through clenched teeth. Onibi took the sign and snarled. Claws digging into her bare hips as the male stepped forward. He planted a foot on her rear and dug his cock deeper into her. Thrusts came harder, faster, stinging her backside with their intensity. The samurott hybrid bit her lip and hissed like a kettle. Pleasure surged through her at his roughness. The speed of his thrusts and accuracy as his skillful cock found and struck each pleasure spot within her? Oh he was an expert!

She let out a low, animalistic growl. The noise shuddering as pleasure build. Surging up and down her body like waves on the ocean. Crashing against her senses until she felt it draw back. Then the grand tsunami of her orgasm washed over her. Rayne bit down on her wrist to keep silent as she shuddered and pushed. Grinding into Onibi's knot. It was too larger, too thick to fit into her. That didn't' stop him from hammering it against her. Each push threatening to stretch her open. Mashing his bulge into her sopping folds.

A growl shook through her back as the male threw himself into her one last time. Hips rocking as he came. Blasting her insides with his thick cum. Not as much as when he was in rut, and certainly nothing compared to when he tied. Yet it was enough to make her insides tingle with delight. His body rocked against hers as those delicious, thick balls of his lifted and twitched. Giving her everything he had for the moment.

Just as quick as he started, Onibi withdrew. Planting a kiss on her shoulder and neck as he climbed off. The typhlosion gladly sank to the ground and leaned under her thick rudder-like tail. Tongue sliding over her pussy to lap up any of his cum that dared leak out. Not that there was ever much when he was finished. Her body seemed to enjoy laying claim to every drop it could.

"You," she panted, head reeling in the afterglow, "are an absolute animal, you know that?" Rayne stood and began to adjust her kimono. Onibi was there, helping her. "Complete brutish beast." He stuck his tongue out at her and wiggled his head tauntingly. Matching her tone and cadence with growls of his own.

While she adjusted her outfit and brushed her hair back into some semblance of order, Onibi prepared a tray of buns for the guests. Gladly taking the kiss she planted on his head before going to refill the sake bottles.

Rayne cast a smile at him and took the tray. Adding an extra swish to her step and sway to her tail as she returned to the guest. Body humming in the pleasurable afterglow of her orgasm. It was risky, beyond risky, to let Onibi keep cumming in her. Any time could lead to pregnancy. Each creampie was an egg waiting to happen, a child to be born. Would she have eggs like pokemon? A pregnancy like a human? She didn’t know, since her family tended to do both. She'd found out from some of Akio's friends, they had visited a couple weeks back, that Onibi had been quite the stud. Stick him with a rock and he'd knock it up! one had howled. So far, she'd been lucky.

Then again, she did have type advantage. Seemed she was his weakness. Not that I have any room to speak. She chided as her thighs shook and legs wobbled. Onibi learned which buttons to push when, and they both loved it.