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This story was written for Bluetippedwolf for my February patreon request days. It contains M/Solo and (Sort of) M/F sex between a consenting adult human and pokemon. :)

[center][b][u]Alone on the Ocean[/u][/b][/center]

"Are you sure you aren't tired, Lapras?"

Stroking the side of his pokemon's neck, Philip yawned loudly. He blushed as within his mind, laughter rang out. Laughter followed by the gentle, telepathically projected voice of the pokemon upon whose back he was currently riding.

'[i]Trust me Philip, if I was tired I would tell you. I'm fine. You know I always relish being able to ferry you. It certainly beats flopping around in kiddie-pools or spending days on end in a poke-ball while you're land locked.[/i]'

The human male chuckled at Lapras' forthright answer, but couldn't help feeling a little guilty. That was often the case with many water pokemon, those who required water for mobility and comfort. They never got out as often as his others, and that really wasn't fair. Before he could say anything though, Lapras quite literally read his mind.

'[i]You know I didn't mean it like that. No, it's not ideal to not be able to spend all my time swimming. But you're a good person. I would not have chosen to travel with you on your journey if you weren't. Being with you, it's worth it.[/i]'

Philip's cheeks burned beneath his tanned skin, and he ran his hands more firmly up and down the smooth, thick skin of the pokemon that was currently carrying him across the ocean. Lapras gave an audible, vocal call of delight as he hit some sweet spot, an itch that her flippers never could have scratched, and the human laughed again. Yeah, there were definitely things he could do for Lapras that she could never have had happen when she was wild and without a trainer. But, he still couldn't shake the fact that what he was giving her did not even come close to all that she gave to him.

Stretching out his legs where they hung down either side of Lapras' shell, Philip peered up into the night sky as he did the same to his arms, feeling his back cracking slightly and with immense satisfaction when he arched it. He slumped forward again, and wrapped his arms more affectionately around Lapras' neck this time. His face pressed into the back of her smooth blue skin, and he sighed heavily, happily.

'[i]Go to sleep, Philip. Rest well tonight. My thoughts will calm you. My song will keep nightmares at bay, and ensure you waken refreshed in the morning.[/i]'

Her voice filled his mind, but even when it fell silent, her presence lingered. Her thoughts flowed through him like song, a beautiful, enchanting melody of pure psychic energy. The male's eyes grew heavy almost immediately. Already half way towards slumber, he gently pecked at the back of Lapras' neck with his lips, kissing her goodnight with a warm murmur.

"Thank you. Love you... Lapras."

And just before his mind was swept away into slumber by the sound of the pokemon's song, she spoke back to him in his mind, feelings of joy and pride and perhaps even a little embarrassment washing over him amidst the telepathic words.

'[i]I love you too, Philip. Sweet dreams.[/i]'

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"Oh... Lapras."

It was raining. Pouring. Lightning cracked across the sky and thunder boomed calamitously over and over again. The ocean was a storm, but on the beach, safe from the raging waves, Lapras and Philip were not scared. The hot, humid rain soaked them both as Philip clung to the rear end of the pokemon, and she tossed her head amidst the rumbling storm, wailing and moaning as he thrust his hips, fucking her with all the force and passion he could muster.

Pushing himself up onto his tip-toes for extra leverage, Philip cried out louder still as the wet heat of Lapras' body engulfed his erection over and over again. His hands roamed over every inch of her smooth blue flesh that he could reach, and he stared up at her beautiful face as her neck craned around to regard him with pleading, gleeful hunger shining in her eyes.

'[i]Don't stop. Oh please, Philip... don't ever stop![/i]'

Her voice was strained even through her telepathy, rampant with wild desperation and excitement. She wanted him so badly. Her emotions weren't just bleeding through with her thoughts a little, they were hammering his mind with the same force his cock was plunging into the pokemon's nether regions. Such lust. Such shameless desire. A craving for physical satisfaction that was beyond anything he'd ever experienced, but also an emotional need for closeness, for companionship that was deep and intense in its tenderness. She craned her neck out towards him, straining over her own shell, and wailed happily as they came close enough for his lips to press against her larger, wider mouth.

They kept kissing, pecking and nuzzling at one another as the storm raged around them. Philip's toes curled down into the damp sand and his hands upon Lapras' body felt her flesh trembling more and more violently with each passing moment. All the while, her voice continued to echo inside his mind. Louder, ever more urgent and joyously desperate.

'[i]Cum for me, Philip. Let me feel it. Let me feel your pleasure. Share it with you. O-oh god... you're so close. [b]We're[/b] so... a-ahhh yes, please![/i]'

Now she was so overwhelmed that not just emotion was pouring through alongside her telepathic thoughts, but feelings too. Philip wailed as he felt Lapras' own sexual pleasure bombarding his body and mind, but a moment later, even as it continued to surge through him, he realised something. This pleasure... [i]her[/i] pleasure, it wasn't hers at all. At least, not really. It was his. An echo... different, but the same, reflected back at him through her.

He slowed. Stopped, still lodged inside of Lapras, but staring at her in confusion. She threw back her head and wailed a long, piercing wail that seemed to echo around the skies louder than any clap of thunder.

'[i]No! No!! Don't stop. Not now. Oh god, please. Please I'm so close. Please, cum! S-stay asleep. Keep dreaming with me, and let me...[/i]

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Philip jolted awake, gasping and shuddering as he felt the wetness of the storm all over his body. Except... it wasn't the storm. It was his own sweat, still running down his brow and over his glistening bare chest even as he dragged himself back into the waking world. He lifted his head from Lapras' neck, blushing and groaning as he felt the throbbing mass of his morning wood twitch and flex inside his swim-shorts, the only item of clothing he was currently wearing aside from the belt to which his poke-balls were slung. Looking around, still shivering and fighting not to moan aloud in the wake of what felt like it had very nearly been a wet dream, he saw pale pink light bathing the sea to the East. It was dawn. Barely. And they were still swimming.

Although... now he took the time to actually look, they didn't seem to be moving nearly as fast as they had the night before. The smooth, clear water around them was barely ripping, and Lapras' fins were moving slowly. Lazily.

Reaching out, red faced and unsure whether he should or not considering his currently rather embarrassing state of arousal, Philip stroked Lapras' neck as he called to his pokemon.

"Hey... Lapras? Are you... uh... are you awa-"

She jerked. He flung himself forward, throwing both arms round her neck to secure himself as she thrashed and flailed in what seemed to be a moment of shocked surprise. And then, all at once, a wild and powerful voice boomed like thunder within his mind.

'[i][b]Fuck me, Philip! Please![/b][/i]'

A split-second later the voice faded, and Lapras' normal telepathic voice rang out in its place, speaking with aghast humiliation.

'[i]Oh my god. Oh no. Oh... oh no, I'm so sorry, Philip. I didn't mean... I mean, you weren't supposed to hear that. I... I was dreaming, and... oh god.[/i]'

He could still feel her emotions with every word she echoed into his head. The shame. The frustration at herself, at her subconscious for what it had let slip through. But... more than that. A hunger. A hunger that felt all too familiar after the dream which Philip himself had been locked within. Or perhaps one that he had been [i]sharing[/i] with his beloved pokemon.

"Lapras..."

She shook her head, shuddering visibly as she tried to pull away from his touch, but couldn't since he was currently sitting atop her back.

'[i]Please don't. I... I'm so embarrassed. So stupid.[/i]'

Philip spoke louder. He never raised his voice to his pokemon. Never. But now, he did.

"Lapras!"

Her head turned, wide eyed towards him. Their eyes met.

"I... I don't think... that wasn't your dream."

Her eyes closed for a moment, just a moment as though searching for something inside her own head. Then they opened again, wider than before. She opened her mouth and let slip a low, gentle note of surprise, and Philip nodded bashfully as her gaze fell down his body, to his swollen crotch.

"In it... I could feel your pleasure. But, it was just echoes of mine. I know though... if it had been your dream, your mind we were in, I'd have been able to feel your thoughts. Your emotions. Your feelings, too. So, don't be embarrassed. It's me who should apologise. I'm the one whose mind got away from them... you just picked up the signal."

Lapras was silent for a little while longer. Indeed so long, though still barely more than a minute overall, that Philip began to worry. He cherished his conversations with Lapras, and he didn't want this to spoil things between them.

'[i]But... if it was your dream. Then, why.... when I woke up, and even now... do I still want to feel you cumming?[/i]'

She looked down at his crotch again, then up into his flushed face, and nuzzled against him in a tender, pokemon's attempt at a kiss like those they had shared in the dream.

'[i]I can still feel your desire. I know how close you were. Philip... if you want to keep going. If you want to make yourself cum... I would very much like to share that with you.[/i]'

The human groaned in wonder. In embarrassment, but in equally, if not more powerful desire.

"You would?"

Lapras smiled, and nodded warmly. She closed her eyes, and a deep groan escaped Philip as all of a sudden he was back on the beach. It wasn't raining any more though. There was warm ocean water lapping around his feet in the sand, and once again he was standing behind Lapras, his cock twitching and dripping at the very opening of her body.

She smiled at him as the male looked around within this little psychic fantasy, then turned his gaze towards her. He stroked her beautiful body, looked down again at their mutually needy nether regions, and slowly rose up onto the tips of his toes, pushing inward.

In reality, the human male slipped a hand inside his swim-shorts and began to masturbate. But inside their minds... in the only version of the world that mattered at that moment in time, they were making love. Alone on the ocean, united on the beach, but in either way... together, and so much happier for it.

"Cum with me, Lapras."

'[i]Yes, Philip. Yes![/i]'

"Cum with me!!"

'[i]Yes! Yes![/i]'

"Lapras!"

'[i]Philip! I... aaaaaa-aahhhhhhhhhhyessssss[/i]!'

By Jeeves

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