Hart and Soul Acceptance
The morning after Hartley helps his trusty Lucario Soul, with a very unusual problem after his evolution. Will they be able to move past the issues?
Hart and Soul- Acceptance
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Hartley woke up very slowly. Light streamed in through the open shades, right onto his face and almost blinding him as soon as his eyes cracked open. He gave a low groan and rolled over away from the light, only to meet a furry obstacle behind and around him. He blinked in groggy confusion, giving his mind a few seconds to reboot. Wrapped around his abdomen, a pair or black furred arms held him in a loose hold…
His brain kicked in. His eyes widened as he remembered last night. Soul. His precious Pokémon, deep in post-evolution energy build up, manifesting into pure, uncontrolled need. And sure enough, looking behind he could make out the fuzzy blue dog, evidently still deep asleep and spooning him in his dreams. Hart felt a blush rise in his cheeks, now aware of the Lucario’s position, and could feel a soft mound pressed to his still-naked rear.
It all came back in a rush. Soul’s vast excess of energy had drove him to desire his trainer. Even when drugged to ride out the storm, his latent aura power had leaked out and invaded Hartley’s mind. He remembered his mind going warm and blank, watching his Pokémon writhe in almost-pain, his muscles twitching with suppressed energy, his red tip…
A dull ache in his rear filled in the blanks. Somehow, they’d ended up on the floor, and the Lucario had bred him. He could smell the lingering scent in the air; how many times had his addled mind accepted Soul’s advances? He gave a low groan, shame welling up at his inability to resist even a day. Even IF it was the quickest solution, he hadn’t wanted to resort to that. Hell, he had an appointment at the daycare that afternoon, to help the pup out with his needs…
His shame-fuelled thoughts were interrupted as he felt Soul move. The pup’s muzzle- longer and sharper now- nuzzled into his back, a heavy sigh ruffling his shirt. Hartley wriggled a bit, then carefully pried the arms from around him, slipping out and sitting up with a groan. Sleeping on the floor with a Lucario using you as a body pillow they’d recently had sex with, wasn’t a very comfortable way to sleep. He took stock of himself; it seemed Soul wasn’t so well endowed to cause lasting damage, although his…output, was enough to leave a crusty residue over his back, front, legs, and hands. The human grimaced at the mess, peeling off the stained and slightly torn shirt, and grabbing a fresh one as he went. He glanced down at the zonked Lucario, then grabbed a pillow and blanket to make him comfortable until he woke up.
They needed to have a talk…
20 minutes later, Hartley was staring at his laptop, nursing a coffee and going over what happened. He didn’t feel an ounce of anger towards Soul; the Pokémon had simply been following his nature. Hartley had done everything he could at the time, but Soul’s need was too great. No, he was just annoyed with himself.
He gave a jump as the laptop buzzed with a call. Stilling his heart, he answered the call, his long-time friend Mike. Friends all through school, Mike had left on his own Pokémon journey a few years back, returning after winning two regional Leagues. Almost set for life with the winnings, he’d settled down a few suburbs over and maintained regular contact with Hartley.
“Hey Hart!” the blazing redhead chirped, smiling wide at the camera. “How ya been man? Still good for a bit of training tomorrow? Amp is raring to go, and he promised to go easy on Soul this time!”
Hartley blinked and stared a bit, thrown off by the offensively chipper trainer yapping on his screen. “Oh. Uh…y-yeah sorry, forgot about that. Uhm…maybe another day? Soul…he…”
Mike frowned, leaning in slightly with a grimace. “Hey man, you look like shit. Everything ok? Soul doing ok? You look like you haven’t slept a wink.”
Hartley shook his head and smiled a bit. “Yeah yeah, everything’s fine. Soul…well, he evolved yesterday and-”
“Oh man that’s so awesome!” Mike blurted, grinning wide again. “Lucario are such pocket-powerhouses, you’ll be a cinch for any entry level tournaments now!”
He smiled a little wider, nodding a bit. “Yeah, he’s got a lot more energy now. Well…should do, when he wakes up.”
Something in his tone must have piqued Mike’s notice. “What do you mean? Pokémon are usually raring to go after evolving…” His eyes widened a bit as pieces clicked in his brain. “Oh…OH!” He grinned wider still, almost leering at his friend. “You dirty dog, you screwed your pooch, didn’t you!”
Hartley flushed dark and looked away. “M-more like the pooch screwed me,” he murmured. Mike cackled like a witch and poked the screen.
“Hey, I didn’t mean to let him!” he countered, turning down the volume on the hooting trainer. “He…well he had a lot of excess energy from evo and…well, friendship evos kinda skew it a bit and…” Flashes in his mind, Soul whimpering with need on the bed, and angry red against pale yellow and blue… “I guess I got caught up in it. Still fuzzy on the details, but…yeah, woke up on the floor with him practically spooning me…”
Mike calmed down enough to talk, still grinning wide. “Dude it’s fine. Don’t gotta justify it to me. It ain’t illegal here, and CLEARLY Soul wanted it.” He winked and leaned closer. “You’d be surprised how many trainers fall for their Pokémon’s charms out there on their travels.”
Hartley rolled his eyes and took a swig of coffee, but then Mike panned the camera down, and he almost choked. Front and centre, settled between Mike’s legs, a huge yellow and black lion was nuzzled deep in Mike’s crotch. Hartley could clearly hear deep rumbling purrs coming from the Luxray as Amp lapped slowly at Mike’s shaft. A hand reached down to stroke over Amp’s ear, the purring intensifying as the cat swallowed down to the root, the tail swishing with contentment.
Hartley stared transfixed at the scene. “I gotta give Amp here some attention almost every day or two.” Mike murmured from off camera, deep and husky with desire. “He loves this y’know, almost shreds my clothes when he wants it. And man, out there in the wilds, there’s not many better ways to solidify your team…at least once a week, he’d catch me in my tent and climb on top.” Mike’s breath hitched and Hartley watched in stunned silence as the Luxray opened his maw, Mike’s cock- nestled on his tongue and between sharp ivory fangs- gave a pulse as Mike huffed loud, pearly white streaks of cum painting the fleshy tongue as the purrs sounded louder still. Amp held still until his trainer was done before closing his maw with an unmistakable look of contentment on his face.
The camera panned back up, and Mike grinned again, face flushed with panting softly.
“So dude, don’t you worry about it. It’s normal to care for your Pokémon…you just care in an extra way. Just like 70% of trainers. If you still think it’s weird, then you gotta talk to Soul about it. He’s gonna remember everything and probably feels bad about it.” He grinned again as Amp entered the frame, purring loud and lapping the human’s face. “And hey…if you ever need help, or a chat, or even a safe place to…bond…mi casa es su casa.” He winked again with a friendly leer “Maybe that training can be extra special…”
Hartley flinched and tried to calm his blush, still rocked by the overt display he’d watched. “I…I don’t…”, but his thoughts were interrupted by a small voice behind.
Mike smiled softer and booped Amp’s snout, earning a grumbling chirp from the big cat. “Go on, he needs you. He’s probably so scared right now that you’re gonna hate him. Take some time and call me later.” He ended the call with a nod, leaving Hartley with the task at hand.
came the small voice again, and Hartley turned to face his Pokémon, and almost snorted his coffee again. The Lucario looked a wreck; all his fur was mussed up and jagged, thanks to however much seed he’d spilled on it. One ear was crooked in fear, his ruby eyes downcast, whole body wound up like he was afraid Hartley would hit him. A quick glance down showed the worst of the messy fur at his sheath, every strand of fur on his goods was stiff and glued with dry semen.
Soul looked so pathetic that any thoughts quickly vanished from Hartley’s mind. He could feel the fear in Soul’s aura, so he sighed softly and stood. Soul cringed as his trainer approached, but the human dropped to a knee and hugged him close.
“Hey now buddy, it’s ok…” he whispered, patting over the messy headfur. “Don’t worry at all pup, I’m not even a bit angry. You needed help, so you got it. I’m your trainer, it's my job to look after you, however that means.” He felt the muscles tighten at the hug, then sag as a tear hit his neck. Soul wrapped his arms loosely around the human and sniffled miserably.
_he sobbed, Hartley looked into his eyes, saw the real fear he’d hurt his human, and shook his head.
“No pup, you didn’t hurt me.” He flashed back to the deed, claws on his back, teeth in his neck, the knot rammed into his ass, and Soul wailed and flopped to the floor. Hartley grunted as he was dragged down too, sitting with his legs spread around the guilt-struck Pokémon. He held Soul close and stroked his back. “That’s fine, I promise!” he said gently, earnestly, “Absolutely normal for you. You do so much for me, so I can take a jab or two. It’s just like training.” He filled his thoughts with calm and peace, trying to pacify the Pokémon. It took a few minutes of sobbing before Soul calmed and held close to his trainer.
he gave an emphatic nod as he pulled back from the hug a little, nuzzling Hartley’s neck. The human smiled softly at him, then stiffly hauled himself up and stretched. “Well pup, I think we both need to clean up,” he gestured to Soul’s crusty fur and chuckled. “I remember how much of a mess you made there. It was very impressive.”
Soul yipped and blushed deep, hiding his face in his paws at the off-colour compliment. Hartley helped the blushing pup to his feet, giving him a little kiss on the snout. “You’ve got to stop apologising for this thing, Soul. All normal behaviour. Now, off to the shower, you’re due for a good scrub.”
He took hold of Soul’s paw and lead him upstairs, barely able to stop himself from seeing the hint of red poking free of the blue…
With a final tweak of the cold tap, Hartley nodded and stood back, bowing to the Lucario behind him.
“Your shower, my good sir,” he intoned, acting like some sort of snobby butler. Soul gave a little yapping laugh and rolled his eyes. While showers were very new to him, he’d been bathed many times before as a Riolu, using a hose to gently spray him down with warm water. Stepping in to the stronger spray, he gave a low groan as the water quickly matted down his fur.
Hartley chuckled and tossed aside his shirt, stepping in behind the Pokémon and closing the door. Soul turned and yipped again, blushing at his suddenly naked, suddenly very close trainer.
Hartley tilted his head and nodded. “Well yeah, sure. Why not? I need to wash off too, and you could use some help. And besides,” he smiled and scratched under Soul’s chin, making the blue tail wag “Seeing me naked is pretty tame compared to last night.”
Soul yapped again, curling his tail around his waist, but Hartley ignored it and reached for the Pokémon-safe shower gel. “Now stay there pup, let me help,” he commanded with a fake stern voice. Soul blushed and obeyed, allowing the water to soak his fur all the way down.
Hartley started working the gel into the fur, starting at the shoulders and working slowly down. As cliché as a post-sex shower was, it was also the first time Hartley was able to really examine Soul’s body. His fingers traced over the sleek form, finding tight, firm muscle hidden under the sodden fur. Pokémon physique was often hidden from view, so being able to feel everything was quite a fun task. He dipped his hands down over the torso, again finding slim, dense muscle underneath. He ran a finger over the metal spike on Soul’s chest, drawing a shuddering sigh from the pup. He looked up to see Soul’s eyes, half lidded and gazing at the roaming hand.
“That feel good pup?” he murmured softly, “You feel so much stronger now, I wish I had your tone. And this? You like this too?” he asked, rubbing the spike again and early a garbled noise from the Pokémon. He worked lower, needing more gel the lower he went, gliding his hands over the taut abdomen, detecting a shiver now from the Lucario.
he said weakly. Hartley looked up at the blushing pup, one ear flat with shame again. He smiled and looked down, dropping his hand lower still. “I don’t have to, no…but I want to.”
Soul gave a little whimper as the gel-coated hand gently nudged his sheath, avoiding the red tip poking free. He closed his eyes and wobbled a little as the gel was worked into the worst of the matting, Hartley sinking to one knee to get closer. He was laser focused on the task at hand, gently lathering the gel into Soul’s groin. The sheath itself was warmer than expected, thick and velvety soft. As he grasped it gently, it throbbed and pushed an inch of red out. Hartley gazed for a second before moving down more, cupping Soul’s sack and hefting it gently. He was a little stunned at the weight and size, the fuzzy-coated orbs barely fitting his palm.
“Wow Soul, how are you this ready so soon? You blew enough to almost glue us together, and you’re this heavy already?” He grinned as various incomprehensible noises came from above. Giving the balls one last rub, he spun around on the tiles and smiled. “My turn, Soul,” he said lightly, passing the bottle to the Pokémon. With extreme mental fortitude, Soul grabbed the bottle and eagerly started lathering the human up.
Hartley hummed softly at the big paws worked over his shoulders. Without fur, it wouldn’t take too long, but he felt Soul take his time. But then he heard a whine, the paws slowing and stopping as they touched over the barely scabbed over cuts and bites on his back and neck. came the sad voice, and he felt the paws shake again. He quickly spun around and grabbed Soul’s shoulders.
“No,’ he said softly, “Don’t you dare apologise again. These will heal in a day. I don’t even feel them.” He saw Soul was ready to argue again, so he shut him up by lunging in and pressing his lips to Soul’s maw.
The Lucario yipped and his eyes went wide. He flinched back but Hartley held firm, holding the kiss until he felt the Pokémon relax. A second longer, and he pulled back, panting softly, his blush matching Soul’s perfectly. Soul stood there stunned, touching his muzzle in shock. Hartley smiled again, glad to have re-routed the pup’s train of thought.
“A kiss, my sweet ‘Mon” he said softly. “Humans kiss to show affection. It also works to stop silly puppies from thinking silly things.” He glanced down, seeing that the kiss had affected them both. He grinned a little wider and looked up, “We can try something else, if you -really- want to make up for it...?”
Hartley was very glad the bedroom door was already open. Soul was a lot bigger and heavier as a Lucario than a Riolu, and he was starting to struggle with carrying the wet Pokémon. Gonna have to up my time at the gym, he thought wryly, especially if this keeps up. He’d even remembered to snag the bottle of lube he’d bought on a whim a few days back, just in case he ever went on a semi-successful date. Who knew it would be used so soon, and on such an unexpected partner...
As gently as he could, he dropped Soul on the bed and moved over him, tracing kisses up the creamy yellow fur. Soul squirmed under him, gentle waves of lust-tainted aura flowing off him and into Hartley’s receptive mind, not that he needed the extra encouragement. He peppered the torso with light kisses, surprised to find small nubs under the fur. Canines, he thought to himself again, even the males have that cute quirk. He played with the nubs for a few seconds, earning a louder yap from above. He moved up more, kissing at Soul’s neck and collarbone, giving a playful bite to the shoulder. He felt Soul immediately tense up and gasp, a dull throb at his leg telling the human that this was definitely a place to explore again.
Moving up again, he planted a much deeper kiss to the maw again, both of them giving low moans. Hartley felt Soul’s tongue twist and squirm into his maw and pulled back with a gasp.
“How did you…know to do that?” he panted. Soul gave a cheeky grin.
Hartley growled low “You bet we do!” and mashed into another heated kiss. They kept at it for a few minutes before Hartley pulled back again and slid down the furry body, stopping at his goal. Seven inches of deep red Lucario cock oozed in front of him, contrasting beautifully with the deep sapphire blue. He’d been too reserved and bashful last night, but now he wasn’t so burdened. He pressed his nose to the flesh, inhaling Soul’s scent and sighing. Not even the ‘clean’ smell of the gel could mask the pure Lucario musk, and he slowly dragged his tongue from sheath to tip, a loud yelp sounding from above again.
All semblance of restraint was gone. Hartley angled and slipped the tip into his mouth, marvelling at the taste and texture. Barely aware he was sucking cock for the first time, and that it was a Pokémon cock, he worked lower and lower until the tip hit his throat. He felt Soul arch and wrap his legs around his chest, almost locking him in place with five inches of aching Lucario cock lodged in his mouth. Hartley started to slurp and bob with what he had, eyes half closed in lust as he worked the shaft. He could feel shots of pre hit his throat as it throbbed a little thicker, his nose tapping at the slowly swelling knot.
He looked up as he worked, watching as Soul squirmed and twisted under him. The poor pup was addled, his aura voice muddied with his vocal one as he sang out louder. He gripped the sheets tight, tearing into the stained fabric as he was thundering towards his third ever climax, his eyes either clenched tight or wide with need.
His paws tore into the sheets more, his belly tightening in anticipation, every muscle locked tight, gasping at the knife’s edge. Hartley was held down tight by the leg-lock, unable to move or fit any more in his inexperienced mouth. He looked down at the knot, throbbing angrily as it dominated his view. Thinking quickly, he wormed a hand up and slid it behind the knot. Holding it like a wine glass, he braced himself and squeezed firmly.
Soul gasped. Like a dam unblocked, he choked back a howl as he flooded Hartley’s mouth and throat. Pulse after heavy pulse, the cock spat its thick cream, forcing Hartley to swallow every second to keep up, several shots overflowing and leaking past his lips. All he could see, all he could smell, all he could taste, was Soul. And it was heavenly.
A full minute later, Soul gasped again and sagged, every muscle sapped of strength. Released from the vice-like grip, Hartley pulled back slowly, making sure to lap up every strand of seed he could get, giving a little groan as he let the spent cock flop from his mouth. He looked down at his handiwork, Soul sprawled on the bed, panting like he’d run a marathon, eyes glazed over, his fully knotted seven inches throbbing dully on his belly. Hartley dearly wished his phone was nearby to immortalise this sight, but he was certain this wasn’t a one-off thing.
Eventually, Soul cracked an eye and gazed weakly at his human. Hartley chuckled and leaned down to peck his nose. “That’s the idea, pup. And you didn't even make a mess this time, so we can do this any time you want.” He stared deep into the ruby eyes, his own still filled with lust. “But before that...do you mind if we try something else? Well...something we’ve already done, but...”
Soul cracked his other eye, and Hartley felt the aura push at him, finding the question before he could ask it. Almost immediately the Lucario blushed again, looking down his body to what was offered. Hartley was still raging hard and pulsing slightly with lust, pressed gently to Soul’s own spent length. And while the Pokémon had the edge with length, Hartley was a good deal thicker.
The Lucario looked up with a twinge of fear. Hartley shook his head. “Shouldn’t do. But I’ll go slow, and you can tell me to stop whenever you need.” Now that the idea was spoken, Hartley was very eager to proceed. He could see a flash of pink under the pup’s sagging sack and could feel desire override the fear in his Lucario’s mind. So, when Soul gave a nod and leaned back down, spreading his legs wider, his heart (and cock) leapt with joy. He slid back and stood on the floor, gently tugging Soul towards him and resting his feet at his waist. He gave his shaft a few strokes and drizzled on a hefty squirt of lube, determined to not hurt Soul at all. His heart thudding in his chest, he lined up under Soul’s tail and looked up. “You ready, Soul?” The pup nodded once, He gave a smile and wriggled a bit, pushing slightly down on Hartley's crown.
Taking a firm grip on Soul’s legs, he eased his way in. He gave a low hiss as he breached the ring, the tight pup clenching hard. “Nff...r-relax pup, please...it’ll be better if you do. Breathe...I know you’re strong enough for this.” Soul whined and nodded, and Hartley held still until the chokehold on his cock lessened. “Good boy, just like that,” he praised warmly, slowly easing his way in. “You’re doing so good, keep breathing deep...” His eye twitched as he sank in, the overwhelming tightness giving way to a snug grip, and his entire shaft was surrounded by warm, grasping wall. He gave a low, primal groan when he felt his hip touch the fur, giving a huff and blinking a few times. He’d done it. He was fully sheathed inside his Pokémon. His whole cock, stuffed deep in a Lucario’s tail-hole.
And it was amazing.
“You did it, buddy,” he slurred, leaning down to nuzzle the squirming Soul. “You took all of me. I am so proud of you.” He pressed in for a deep kiss, moaning softly into the muzzle. Soul latched on to the kiss, wrapping his arms around Hartley’s neck and holding tight, their tongues lazily battling each other. He could feel Soul tighten and relax around him, struggling to accept the foreign invader, but the longer they kissed, the more relaxed his tail became. When he felt he could move again, Hartley leaned up with a panting gasp, sweat beading his brow. “I’m...gonna start now, ok? You tell me as soon as you need a break.” Soul nodded again, giving a slurred affirmative in his mind.
He started to slowly withdraw, earning groans from the both of them as he slid free of the warm grasp. Pausing with his head just inside, he locked eyes with the Pokémon again. “Soul...I don't know what I’d do without you. Even if this never happened...I love you so much.” This overly romantic confession made the Lucario yap and blush deep, the yap dissolving into a light howl when Hartley shoved forward, hilting inside with one careful thrust. “E... even if...we never do this again,” Hartley continued, starting a steady pace of thrust and withdraw, flesh meeting fur with a dull clap, “I’ll...always remember this...you’re the best pup...in the wor-”_
_Hartley gasped and stopped, staring up at Soul. Those red eyes were blazing with pure desire, the lithe powerful body heaving with need. He didn’t even know Soul knew such words, but he didn’t dwell on it long. . Hartley was slammed by a wave of aura so potent, so slathered with lust, he was surprised he didn’t snarl like an animal. Gripping Soul’s legs tight, he immediately started to ram in hard, shunting the blue dog back a few inches with every thrust. Soul sang out his own lust, gripping the torn sheets and thrashing as his virgin tail was claimed, and claimed hard. A tiny portion of his mind kept up the aura, determined to get his trainer to give him all he could take, while everything else was consumed by the feeling of being forced to take the thick human cock.
Hartley was lost in the haze in his mind. Pistoning his hips and getting faster each time, he could feel Soul rhythmically clench down on his shaft, which only egged him on more. Through the lusty haze he saw Soul, his eyes closed and look of pure lustful happiness on his face. The red rocket was fully hard and knotted again, and he could even make out the barest bulge in Soul’s belly, the silky yellow fur distending slightly as he slammed in hard and deep. He groaned low as he rocketed towards the end, unable and unwilling to stop. Gripping tighter, he hunched and jammed himself harder, deeper and faster than he thought possible. “Ssssoul...I’m gonna...c... cum...” he stammered. And barely a second later he did. With a gasp and pushing hard inside, he gave a loud shout as he tipped over, his cock throbbing and unloading thick streaks of human cum, deep in the formerly-virgin tail of his partner Pokémon. His whole body seized up as he did, as if he was shooting his lifeforce into the pup instead of his semen. He grit his teeth hard enough to hurt his jaw, wishing it could last far longer, but even the best things come to an end, and soon his pulsing cock spat its last, leaving a warm pool of cum deep inside Soul’s tail.
Hartley sagged and toppled forward, not even feeling the metal spike on Soul’s chest, nor the thick coating of warm cum that stained Soul’s chest, the almost delirious pup having cum hands free from the savage breeding. The two tangled their arms and legs and held close, kissing warmly as the afterglow took them both the edge of unconsciousness. Hartley could feel his seed slowly ooze out of Soul’s rump as he was tugged free by the hug, both panting their spent lust in each other’s face. Soul gazed at him with unbiased affection in those ruby eyes, slowly wiping the sweat from his human’s brow. he snickered. . Hartley wanted to groan and roll his eyes but could only manage a slight blush before sleep claimed him. Cuddling the sticky Lucario to his chest, he drifted off as Soul projected his own feelings of absolute calm and happiness, safe and secure in his love’s grasp_