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Ben fiddled with his keys, making a sad attempt at simultaneously holding his bag and trying to unlock his apartment door. Unsurprisingly, he dropped his key ring, which clattered loudly onto the cheap quasi-tile floor of the hallway. Almost instantly, his wonderful neighbor Samantha pounded loudly on her door, clearly standing around waiting for something to happen for her to complain about.

"Sorry," he muttered, loudly enough for the fat bitch to hear it. Kneeling down, his door opened. He looked up and saw Zorah, his Zoroark, had opened the door for him. He smiled brightly at her, and she returned in kind.

"Thanks Zorah," he said, standing back up, and he entered his apartment. Ben's apartment wasn't exactly worse for wear, but he was getting fed up with the condition of his home. Ben had recently been laid off from his job working for PokeFront, a tech company that makes modular add-ons for Pokedexes, and he had been hunting for a new job for weeks now.

Zorah seemed enthusiastic for news, but as Ben plopped on his couch and sighed, she sat down next to him, a depressed look across her face. Zorah was a beautiful Pokemon, her stone grey fur and purple ponytail mane groomed to perfection. It hurt Ben seeing her so upset about his situation.

"Yup. No luck," said Ben, frowning at her, "it's only a matter of time before I get an even better job, just have to find the right place."

He wrapped his arm around her, his hand going through her mane, and pulled her close. It was true, his position at PokeFront was quite important. He was the head manager for teams working on modules, but unfortunately, their module division was beginning to be phased out for application development, a portion of development that Ben was wholly unfamiliar with. He had managed to get almost 10 interviews lined up over the course of that week, but the first 6, including his number one pick, had went poorly, all of them giving him the world famous "We'll give you a call for sure." He still had 4 more lined up, but the doubt was beginning to creep into his bones.

"I have the interview at Tauros Corp later today, and I'm hopeful for that. I know their internal advisor," he lied; not about knowing Cody, Tauros Corp's internal advisor, but about being hopeful. He's heard stories about Tauros Corp, and they weren't exactly pleasing.

His wandering thoughts were interrupted by Zorah rubbing her claws against his chest. This was a frequent occurrence. Zorah and Ben had slept together here and there, but he regretted it. He was either drunk or depressed when he did it, and it felt wrong whenever he woke up the next morning. Zorah was his Pokemon, and just from them living together, they had formed a strong bond. However, Ben merely saw Zorah as a friend and companion, not necessarily a fuck buddy. He knew Pokemon were just as intelligent as humans for the most part, and often even more, but he still felt sleeping with them was morally wrong.

Zorah had other feelings, however. She was generally cooped up in his apartment while he was at work, as she didn't like being in her Pokeball, and she didn't have the liberty to go out to bars and get laid like Ben did. Therefore, her sexual urges, not dissimilar to a humans, were often unfulfilled.

"No, Zorah, not again. Bad call," he said, pushing her arm off of him and getting up off of the couch. "I'm going to take a shower, we can go and get food afterwards. Sound good?"

Zorah nodded, smiling. Ben reciprocated in kind, and made his way to the bathroom.

Ben heard the bathroom door open as he had shampoo in his hair and sighed. Goddammit is she in heat or something? Zorah slowly slid back the opaque grey shower curtain and peeked in. Ben didn't even bother stopping her. She had been on this kick almost the entire week, attempting to seduce him several times a day, but he had been successfully stopping her attempts, even though he was definitely in need of it as much as she was.

Zorah stepped into the shower, standing in front of him, the water cascading down and soaking her mane wet. Standing straight up, she was still a few inches shorter than Ben, so he gave in completely, leaning down and kissing her, her tongue slipping into his mouth. Her tongue was soft and much larger than Ben's, so he often lost the tongue wrestling war. After a few moments of making out, a drop of shampoo made it's way into his eye and he pushed her away.

"Hold on," he said, laughing. Ben hung his head forward, letting the rest of the shampoo rinse out of his hair. Before it was finished, Zorah was already on her knees, positioning herself in front of Ben's slowly rising cock. Shampoo water fell onto the top of her head as she reached out with her claws and made it stand up. Zorah wasn't a fighter, and Ben wasn't a trainer, so when she evolved a few years ago, she agreed to get her claws filed, so they weren't razor sharp, allowing her to handle Ben's cock without causing any blood loss. Hand jobs were still out of the question, but Ben wasn't complaining.

Zorah held Ben's nearly erect cock up, pressing it against his stomach with all six claws, not hard enough to cause discomfort, but enough to provide a wonderful sensation. She stuck her tongue out and began rolling it up and down on the underside of his cock. Ben's head hung back, the water beating down against his chest. Considering how furiously Zorah was working on his cock, he was surprised she wasn't drowning. After a little while of a good old lick job, Zorah let Ben's cock fall, and she immediately took him inside of her mouth.

Ben had heard that having sex with certain types of Pokemon means different experiences. Sleep with a fire Pokemon, and your dick might have first degree burns the next morning, or a water type, and you might need to lay down some extra towels. Dark types, however, are relatively uneventful, as far as he could tell. It wasn't all that different from sleeping with a human, if not a bit more feral. Zorah had superhuman stamina, and even though Ben was quite well-endowed, she was able to deep throat him much faster than any human he had ever been with. With each full swallow, Zorah would hold position for a moment, her tongue working his balls, and then pull back, working on his tip.

Ben held onto her mane, his fingers grasping it tightly, aiding her blowjob. His hips thrusted, matching her pace as well as they could. The great thing about Zorah was the Ben could basically be as rough as he wanted, and Zorah would take it in stride. If he had done this with Melia, she would have gagged and kicked him out by now, but Zorah took it with a demure look in her eyes, his cock hitting the back of her throat quickly and powerfully. Even though he was above average in his sexual interactions, it was only a matter of time before Zorah's warm mouth sent him over the edge.

"Ballsballsballs," he breathed out, and Zorah obliged, taking his cock out of her mouth and crouching lower, licking his balls as fast as she could manage. Ben grasped his cock and started jerking off furiously. He realized that trying to jerk off with the shower head beating water down onto him was a challenge, and he felt like he was going to rip his skin off. However, with Zorah's face in his balls, his cock was about an inch from her mane, and he decided to do something a bit unique. He pushed his now throbbing, ready cock into her damp mane, grabbing it again now with her purple fur creating a soft barrier for it. He jerked furiously, the fur creating an amazing amount of friction, and soon, he came, squeezing his cock every time it vibrated. He poured cum into her mane, creating a sticky mess that was obvious even in the low light of the shower, Zorah passionately slurping at his balls the entire time. Ben nearly keeled over, his breath ragged and labored, but he settled for bending over and pulling Zorah to her feet. Her yellow eyes were glowing now, and she stared into his, panting heavily.

"Zor... Zorah..." she sighed. Ben knew that taking it any further was a good old fashioned bad call, but his slowly rising cock wanted the full deal. Right now.

"Lemme finish up in here and I'll meet you in the bedroom," Ben said, planting a kiss on her. "Sound good?"

She pulled away and nodded, smiling in only the way that Zorah could. Ben pulled the shower curtain back and waved her out, watching her tight ass sway on her way out. His cock twitched, and he sighed.

It took a great deal of convincing to open the door to his own bedroom. On one hand, his still throbbing erection. On the other, fucking his close friend and companion was eating away at his moral fiber. It was funny, when he was younger, he thought that he could handle the forceful drag of a hard dick. He always thought that the stories about people making terrible decisions when they were horny were overblown, but standing in front of his drab, white bedroom door, he felt helpless. The sounds of Zorah vigorously pleasuring herself on the other side of the door was not doing anything to quell his moral quandary.

It was a tough call. Sure, sexual relationships with Pokemon were treated lightly. The only way you could reasonably get convicted for them is if you shouted it from the rooftops, or more simply put, recorded it and posted it on the internet. That obviously didn't stop more sneaky individuals from posting them ramming their family pets in full resolution, poorly shot video, but Ben's current situation was basically legal.

"Zorah... Zorah-Zor..." Zorah's muffled moans really weren't fucking helping. He sighed - again - and put his free hand on the door handle, pushing it open slowly. Zorah was lying on her side, one elbow supporting her weight, and the other rapidly pumping back and forth between her legs. His entry didn't slow Zorah's furious pace, two of her claws tearing into her pussy. If Ben didn't know how much Zorah had perfected this talent - she slept in the same bed as him and she wasn't subtle - he might have been worried she was going to injure herself. Sure would be fun to explain that to Nurse Joy.

"Fuck Zorah," Ben said, smiling. "You keep doing that and I might make a bad decision."

At the sound of his voice, Zorah jumped slightly, her lidded eyes opening and spotting Ben. The mechanic pace of her fingering - uh, clawing? - halted for a moment, but once she saw Ben, or more likely, saw the considerable erection he was toiling with, she fell back into her doings, now smiling at Ben's very sincere flattery. He was about to make a bad decision. For tonight, however, it was a decision he was content with.

He made his way over to his bed and laid down next to her, on his side as well. He reached down between them and grabbed her nimble arm, stopping her from pleasuring herself. She opened her eyes again, her now electric yellow eyes gazing into his. Ben's breath hitched. He made his decision. In one swift motion, he let go of Zorah's arm, resting his palm against her navel, inserting his pointer and middle finger into her drenched pussy, while she moved her arm up, resting her hand on his chest. He began pumping his fingers, determined to match the breakneck pace she had so selfishly set.

Ben was saddened to find out a few years prior that Pokemon, as a rule don't have clits. Much like male humans, their "g-spot" was generally located in their anus. This had a flip side, however; it gave Ben a great excuse to stick his finger in Zorah's ass, a pleasure he hadn't ever gotten any of his human sexual partners to jump for. After a minute or two of showing her pussy who's boss, he sat up, his left hand still inside of Zorah. He put his other hand on Zorah's moaning mouth, sticking his finger inside when her lips parted. She new what was up, and she closed on it, working it with her warm tongue. Once he was satisfied with it's slickness, he pulled his finger out. He reached over her ass, fumbling around in the early afternoon light, searching for her asshole. Soon, he found it, and he stuck his in his finger. It glided it comfortably, and he quickly established contact with the small mound in Zorah's ass, starting his double ended attack on her senses. His arms were working in tandem, now three fingers wiggling and pumping into her dripping pussy and one rubbing against her g-spot. Zorah wasn't a dead Goldeen by any means; she was gyrating her hips against his hands, trying to match Ben's frantic pace. Ben's hands were both soaked in a matter of minutes, dripping with Zorah's juices. She wasn't a prude, orgasming multiple times during the short time frame, her hips pumping wildly and her moans growing louder every time. Zorah's juicy thighs were clenching against his non working fingers, the grey fur becoming more and more matted as the moments passed. Their bodies had slid closer together and were rubbing against each other, the feeling of her soft fur bristling against him slowly bringing Ben to a state of agony.

Zorah's greatest downfall was her inability to give Ben hand jobs while he serviced her, and this shortcoming was showing it's face at that moment, Ben's trembling cock was dripping precum, crying out for attention. It was a bit too late to re-position for a 69, so he decided to persevere until another orgasm rocked Zorah's body, her moans beginning to turn into screams.

After her 4th orgasm (Fourth? Damn I'm good), and subsequent cool-down, Ben pulled his hands out from under Zorah and grabbed around her hips, flipping her onto her stomach. She knew what was up, as before, and she happily popped up onto her knees, sticking her ass in the air and arching her back. Ben mirrored this, popping up onto his own knees, and scuttled around behind her. Zorah had her tail down, the purple mass of fur blocking Ben's prepared plan, and he laughed.

"Don't know why you're prolonging the inevitable, Zor," Ben said, and he flipped her tail up, hugging it against his chest. With his free hand, he gripped his cock, which was now crying out for relief. Although he couldn't see past the pile of purple fur, he was familiar enough with the situation to be able to guide his cock to Zorah's pussy. He would normally pull a typical teasing move here, but he had no patience left. If he wasn't inside Zorah soon, he was worried he would pass out, and he entered her to the hilt. Zorah's pussy was warmer and softer than he ever remembered, and it felt like it was trying to make a plaster mold of his cock.

"Zorah... fuck me," Ben wheezed out, and Zorah did as she was told. She was no amateur, of course; instead of rocking back and forth like many women Ben had previously been with, Zorah knew exactly what he wanted.

Ben wanted Zorah to fuck him.

Zorah rotated her hips up and down, pulling down and pushing back up, her hole traveling up and down Ben's cock slowly, but soon, she began to pick up her pace. Zorah didn't have much of an ass to speak of, but Ben had a fluffy, gorgeous tail to grab hold of, and he did his best at aiding her calculated humping.

"Fuck... fuck me,"

"Zora... Zor!"

Zorah picked up her pace even more as the minutes passed, but Ben was ready to do his job. He tossed aside her tail, grabbing Zorah's hips and taking over, drilling her as quickly as he could. His pace was frenetic but measured; he would violently ram his cock in, causing her to shout her name out whenever Ben's balls slapped her pussy, and then repeat. And repeat. And repeat. He began to thumb her asshole, causing her to shake even more. Ben knew that Zorah enjoyed warm embraces and sincerity during foreplay, but once the actual sex ben, she wanted it hard and fast. Ben was ecstatic to oblige her.

Ben hung his head and closed his eyes as his cock traveled in and out of her, concentrating on not cumming. It was easy to make Zorah explode during foreplay, but getting her to cum from intercourse was always a task. She was absolutely able to outlast him, often forcing him to service her after he was finished, but he knew he could do it. He started reciting the PokeDex in his head, listing them in his head in tune with every time his cock entered Zorah.

Unfortunately, even though he was barely paying attention to the furry goddess of a Pokemon that he was impaling with his cock, he barely made it past Growlithe in his counting before he felt his balls begin to tense up.

"Fuck Zorah, you want this?" Ben sputtered out in between thrusts. Zorah nodded, once again loudly calling out her own name. Or at least Ben figured she did, her head was bouncing forward and backward pretty quickly. Either way, Ben decided to break the levee.

Ben actually slowed his pace down, his cock bottoming out in Zorah's pussy quickly, but when he pulled out, he did it slowly. As he exited, his cock, still suffocating in Zorah's now seemingly vibrating pussy, began pulsating, each throb dumping his cum inside of her. Before he was finished, he pulled out entirely, milking the rest of his seed out square onto her asshole. Ben's breathing was ragged and coarse and he fell forward onto Zorah, knowing full well that she could handle it. Thankfully, her tail broke his fall, and he smothered her, his cock now lying on top of her dripping pussy and his knees in a spreading wet spot on his sheets. Zorah was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling, each deep breath pushing Ben up slightly. Ben moved his face over to her ear and whispered;

"I love you."

Ben didn't make it to his interview at Tauros Corp.