More Than a Friend
Story by Cedricdream on SoFurry
This one's a quickie, featuring one of my favorite pokémon and a bit of electricity play.
Not much plot this time, just more experimenting.
I promise I'll be more active from here on out.
It was good to finally have an entire week to himself after last week's exam rush, and Alan couldn't get out of his school's building soon enough. On top of that, his boss was letting him have a few days off just so he could catch up on his sleep. He hadn't thought it possible, but he finally gained a lull in his fast-paced life. Suddenly he felt something sharp pinch him, and he jumped from his bench. Looking at his former seat, he spotted something among the black paint.
A needle... a yellow one, at that. As soon as he picked it up, he felt his fingers buzz from the electric charge. He heard some laughter behind him, only this time he didn't flinch.
"Hey there, Aire." He slowly turned around, finding the barely snickering jolteon pokémorph behind him.
"Sorry..." He knew he wasn't really sorry. Even with his ears down, Alan knew it was all an act, and a bad, yet cute, one at that. He didn't seem to be trying this time. "Just couldn't help it."
"Whatever," he responded dismissively. At that point, he noticed something seemed off about him. Unlike most morphs, he wore a shirt along with pants and shoes, as opposed to simply keeping his lower half covered. This time, however, he was wearing only some black shorts and holding a duffel bag. The shorts appeared to be on the tight side for him and showed off his figure.
"Hey, uh... Aire, I noticed you've... dressed down. Heading to the beach?" he asked.
"Well... No. Actually," he answered, "I wanted to know if I could crash at your place for a few days."
"Again? What about your parents?"
"Actually, they don't mind at all. In fact, they're happy I am spending more time with you. Besides, we're friends, and I've never left behind any messes. You know how I am."
"Um... sure, I guess. Guest bed's sti--."
"Thanks!" The electric fox surprised him with a quick hug, then ran off. "I'll see you there! Just gonna head to the gym for a bit!" Alan watched him run off, knowing there was something very unusual about his behavior. He looked at his jacket and noticed a few strands of Aire's needle-like fur sticking out of it.
"I wonder what's got him all riled up." With a shrug, he grabbed his bag and headed home, eager to get started on sleeping.
Compared to the apartment he used to live in, his private home was a luxury, even with its messy state. Now, though, was a time for relaxing, not working. He headed for his room, dropping his bag and jacket along the way, and collapsed on his bed. He was about to go to sleep when he heard a knock on his door, followed by the doorknob being jiggled, then twisted.
"I almost caught the door," he heard Aire say. He listened to the clacking of claws against the tiled floor. Eventually the jolteon stood at his bedroom door. "You know, I never get tired of being here. It's strange."
"Thanks," he replied, unsure how to respond to that. Alan sat up. "So, uh, what do you want to do?"
"Got anything to eat? I forgot to get some lunch, and I could really use some fuel." That was yet another red flag. Aire always brought his own food thanks to a particular diet he had. That wasn't something he would just forget.
"I've got some spaghetti in the fridge."
"Oh, thanks!" He dropped his duffel bag and ran to the kitchen to heat it up. Alan, too tired to care, closed the door and lied back down, but not before swapping out his clothes for some sleepwear. He closed his eyes and tuned out the world.
When Alan awoke, it was to a strange, tingling sensation. He moved his left arm, wondering if it had fallen asleep, and found he couldn't quite move it. In fact, he couldn't move at all. Immediately his eyes shot open, and he began to panic.
"What's going on? Why can't I move?" He wanted to say that, but with even his mouth not responding, it was impossible. He watched as Aire suddenly loomed over his prone form. The lack of alarm on his face was unsettling, though not as much as what he said next.
"Alan, there's something... I have to tell you." There was a solemn, nervous tone to his voice, and it made Alan deathly afraid. He concluded that Aire had done this to him, but the reason was unclear. What else was he going to do to him?
"Hm?" The jolteon looked at him anxiously, then took a deep breath. He closed his eyes and slowly climbed onto him, resting his legs on Alan's sides. He would have shuddered when he felt fur against his inner thighs were it not for the paralysis. When the jolteon morph settled down, he realized he wasn't as immobile as he thought.
"I..." Aire didn't say much beyond that, or if he did, it was under his breath. His eyes were still closed. Lots of thoughts raced through Alan's mind. How did he not suspect the jolteon actually felt this way about him? Was this something he planned before they first met? Most importantly, why didn't he feel at all angry about this?
He lied there waiting for him to make his move, but nothing happened. The jolteon remained there, straddling him but doing nothing more. He hadn't even looked at him. Looking down, Alan noticed that Aire wasn't even erect. In fact, all he could see was the pink tip. He began feeling more loose.
"Aire, are you... okay?" The jolteon remained silent and unmoving. "What's this all about?" Again, no response. He wondered if he had fallen asleep. Fighting off the lingering pins-and-needles, he sat up and shook him. "Aire!"
"Sorry..."
"Huh?"
"I-I don't know what came over me," he said, speaking much more clearly this time. Alan quickly wrapped his arms around him, sensing he was about to run. Aire squirmed for a few seconds, but eventually relaxed, resignedly resting on his shoulder.
"I think you do. There's a good reason behind this. You've been rather on and off lately." He rubbed his back and noticed the jolteon stopped fidgeting. "Normally I'd understand if it was personal, but since we're like... this now, I need some answers." He felt Aire seize up and worried he was going to be shocked, but calmed down when Aire sighed instead.
"I like you, Alan... a lot. It's to the point where I can't stop thinking about you. I know that sounds cheesy, but it's true." Aire paused for a few seconds before continuing. "I've been coming over here a lot just... just to be in the same place as you. When I told my parents about it, they said something really shocking."
"Um... What was it they said?"
"They said it meant I found my trainer." Alan's grip nearly slipped when he heard that. Among pokémorphs, a trainer was both their owner and significant other. Alan felt uneasy when he recalled this fact.
"I'm not... a trainer," he said uncertainly, trying not to offend the jolteon. To him, Aire was a good, if a bit clingy, friend, but he never so much as imagined getting romantically involved with him. "You really think I'm the one for you?"
"You're not mad at me?"
"Only a little, and it's because you never told me. I'm an open-minded guy, Aire. You can tell me anything." He took a deep breath and let go of him. "I... guess we can go for it, seeing as you came all this way." Before he knew it, Aire was upon him, showering him with a barrage of nuzzles.
"I'm so relieved..." With unbridled enthusiasm, the jolteon kissed him. Alan hesitantly returned the kiss, shuddering at the electrifying feeling coursing through his body. He broke it when Aire grabbed both of their members and squeezed, pumping small bursts of electricity into them.
"Ohhhh, Aire..." he moaned. He could have collapsed from the treatment alone. It felt as though his nerves had been possessed, as he could only feel pleasure, even as Aire's fur poked him. He rolled over, pinning the jolteon to the bed. His anxiety rapidly faded as he watched him silently beg.
"You want this?" he teased, pushing himself against his squirming form. He looked down and watched with mild fascination as energy arched between the two, lighting up the room.
"Take me... master," he pleaded. Alan was only too eager to satisfy, and with no more hesitation he plunged into him, sliding his shaft all the way in. Aire let loose a loud cry and discharged a more potent burst of electricity in response. Alan, however, could only feel extreme pleasure, even as he began to lose feeling in his limbs. He began moving without thought, doing nothing else except pound the jolteon for all he was worth.
He could barely speak as electricity guided him. Alan felt the thrusts and the overwhelming pleasure they brought, though not being able to do much else was a tad disappointing. He looked at Aire, whose eyes were clenched shut and mouth agape with pleasure. The jolteon seemed to be in complete control of himself, but he wasn't sure.
Suddenly, Aire discharged even more electricity and needle-like fur every which way. The shock grew stronger, to the point where it briefly caused a bit of pain, bringing him down to earth. Alan regained control over his body, though by then he found himself spent.
He clutched his heart and felt the rest of his body calm down from the overload. Gradually his senses turned back on. He saw sparks sticking out of various places of his room. The air felt particularly charged, and he smelled something burning. He tried to pull out, only for Aire to hold him down.
"Don't... not yet..." he pleaded.
He must have wanted this for a long time. Alan couldn't help but feel bad. How he managed to deprive his best friend of him for so long was a mystery, but he intended to fix that soon. Alan simply rolled to the side, holding him close but keeping his length still.
"What... was that?" Aire simply nuzzled his neck, barely paying attention to him. "Incredible... but what made you choose me? I thought you were already in a relationship."
"I couldn't stop thinking... about us... being more than friends. My parents said that meant it was time to test things between us." The jolteon then nuzzled his chest and breathed deeply. "I just can't get enough of you. Even your scent makes me feel good."
"Aire, I--"
"I'm sorry about how far I went, master. I just wanted you to know I love you, even if you don't feel the same way." Alan ran his hands along the morph's softening fur. He had taken a huge step into something he wasn't sure he was ready for, but seeing how far Aire went for him, he decided not to give his choice too much thought.
"Maybe it's time I stopped being so reluctant. I want to see where this goes, too." First, of course, he had to get some rest. There was no way he was taking on this change without a good night's sleep... and some research.