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There's something that pisses me off, but I can't do anything about it. Probably doesn't happen all that often, but once something starts to frustrate you, it seems to pop up everywhere.

So here's the thing. Occasionally I hear a friend (sometimes even a stranger) complain about how much trouble they've had getting their girlfriend off. Maybe they found out she's been faking orgasms. Doing things properly takes too much prep work, or they can't figure out how to move to hit those sweet spots.

I've got no sympathy for that crap.

See, I've got my own problems. I've got my own girlfriend, and she's actually hard to get off. Not, like, "I'm a pansy and I can't manage to please a woman" hard to get off, I mean it's actual exhausting work.

She's named Karrar, and she's an Aggron (hence why I can't speak up to most people - don't want my life ruined for who I love). Anyway, steel and rock typing - her body is literally built for a solid metal cock, and as much as people like to use expressions like "I'm as hard as a rock right now," let me tell you, when that metaphor is forced to face reality, it crumbles like a dirt clod. Or talc. I don't know, I'm crap at puns, whatever, point being, if she's not highly turned on, it's impossible to even enter her.

Had to wait for years to figure this out, mind you. Got her as an Aron. Small and cute (in a weird way, anyway), became friends pretty quickly, but not sexy in the slightest, and I never even thought about her that way. When she evolved though, she's try to climb on top of me while I whacked it.

Two things about that - at first, I thought she was just curious or something, so even though I found myself thinking about her at times, I didn't really want to try anything - at least until later, when she made things a bit more apparent.

Second thing is... Ever had a Purrloin or a Growlithe walk across your chest? They're not that heavy, but the way their feet can dig into your ribs can hurt. Imagine that, but with a dense, metal and rock creature weighing over a quarter of a thousand pounds.

Between that and the back spines, couldn't really figure out a way to make things work. Though I would fantasize about her evolving, grabbing me into a kiss like some sort of Casanova, and then tossing me to the floor (where I was conveniently naked for what came next).

And I swear that is almost precisely what happened. She evolved, and soon enough she surprised me by pulling me into a kiss - her tongue is one of the only soft parts of her body, and it was a nice gesture, up until she grabbed me by the junk.

Her hands? Not as soft as her tongue, let's say. Ended up screaming like a little girl, right into her mouth, and then curling up into a ball, waiting for the pain to recede. Not how I had envisioned her first advances going, to say the least. Not how she imagined it either, because she clapped her stubby little claws to her mouth and looked mortified.

After that she was understandably a bit worried about doing anything together. Hell, I was too - if her grip was too much stronger I might have ended up in the hospital. But dangit, being with her had been a fantasy for years now, and I wasn't going to give it up that easily.

You're probably thinking I'm just some lust-crazed maniac or something, going after anyone who I thought I had a chance with. I mean, you might have thought that since I told you my girlfriend was an Aggron (a Pokemon? How taboo! Clearly I can't get a human girlfriend or I would never stoop to that. Bleh, hate that attitude so much). But as long as I'm talking about this, I'm going to tell the truth, and the truth is that I love her, specifically.

It's hard to explain that though. How do you go about explaining what you like about someone without making it sound cheap? Without selling them short? I guess the best thing I can point to is how sensitive she is. Not physically - get your mind out of the gutter (for now) - I mean emotionally. In my teenage years, I had some major depression, and each time I dipped to my lowest, Karrar was there, able to tell I desperately needed to be cheered up.

When you genuinely think that you're still around because of someone, it's hard not to love them. And if later an attraction develops, it's hard not to be in love with them. And if they reciprocate those feelings, well then you're just plain hard. Hah.

Seriously though, I don't want to spend too much time gushing about Karrar (because trust me, I could), so if you don't think my feelings are genuine, screw you. I'm continuing though.

Anyway, the problem of wills was solved - we obviously both wanted the same thing - so I thought getting to that end would be simple. Just needed to blaze a trail (since, unfortunately, sex-ed in school focused mainly on how humans mash their squishy bodies together, which isn't too relevant to me, with nary a thought spared for those who's interest lean towards the Pokemon side of things - heck, I think at that point even homosexuality wasn't talked about).

First thing I tried, naturally, was the most obvious. Give her a kiss, like she gave me, and then indicate my own interest as she did - with a hand to the nethers.

The kiss was nice, like before, but she didn't even react to my hand against her slit. I was worried she wasn't interested, but, turns out she didn't even feel the grab. When she did notice my hand, I thought things would go smoothly. She was more nervous this time (afraid of hurting me again), but we could work with that.

Or not. We ended up on the floor, naked, but after countless failed attempts at penetration, I found myself sitting next to her, with a now sore and flaccid penis. It felt like I'd been trying to shove my dick in the crack between two boulders and expecting them to move.

I took a day off to think about things, and after that, I brought her to the floor with a kiss again. Decided to try using my fingers first for a while. Might go in where other things did not.

They did, though it hurt like closing a book on your fingers and putting all your weight on the book.And Karrar wasn't getting much out of it. Not wanting the evening to be a waste, though, we spent some time holding each other and kissing - which, if I haven't thought about it, most of Karrar's face is also metal, so soft tongue or otherwise, is a strange endeavor.

Not sure when exactly I put my hands back between her legs, but I did, and noticed there was actually some give there this time. Not much, mind you, and my fingers were too sore by now to make any use of it, but I had some hope.

Next attempt, I took things much slower. A lot more kissing, a lot more caressing, and finally, when my hand journeyed south, I was rewarded - she was relaxed enough that I could fit two fingers in her slit. Surprisingly smooth inside. I tried feeling around for her clit, and I thought I found it, but she didn't react much when I touched it. So I tried pressing harder. Still not much reaction. So I really pressed, and saw a slight change of expression on Karrar's face.

It occurred to me then that a "light touch" would never work, and it would take just about all my strength for her to feel anything other than a light touch. I gripped the forearm of the hand inside her with my left hand, braced myself, and put all my strength in both arms to push my fingers as hard upward as I could and began to rub.

Actually got a proper reaction then. Karrar put a hand on my face as I worked, and seemed to be getting into things. And then my arms gave out.

I got a gym membership the next day.

There's a "pumping iron" joke here somewhere but like I said I'm not great with puns.

Anyway, took maybe four months before I could manage to last as long as I wanted at this, and even then that only worked because I developed some more techniques for getting Karrar in the mood.

First off, lube helps. But not any you get at the drug store - turns out liquid lubes are not so great for her. But what does work is graphite. From an automotive shop. I was worried about it, but apparently it's pretty similar to what Aggron will produce normally anyway (I thought at first that the black on my fingers was bruising, until it washed off).

She does like wet towels though. Go figure. Don't know why I tried that one, but getting a towel damp, heating it in the microwave until it's hot, and rubbing her down... If she's feeling impatient she'll take the towel from me and rub herself with it.

Gives her a gleam too. Is it weird to call it a sexy gleam? Because it is.

There's quite a few other things, but the point is, we were both dedicated enough to stick things out, and... damn.

I think the two of us were pretty understandably pent up. I'd been fantasizing about her for over a year by this point, and for the last four months, I'd been working her up but not "finishing the job."

So I pick a day, lay out some cushions (mostly for my benefit), and a bunch of supplies of all sorts, and call Karrar over. She picked up immediately on my determined attitude - I mentioned how sensitive she is - and immediately pulled my face to hers. There's a spot that gets itchy behind her chin, so I grabbed some sandpaper and mineral oil and gave it a rub-down while she forced her tongue into my mouth.

Had to come up for air eventually, and, corny as it is, we just looked at each other for a while, before I remembered the towels. Put them in for another few seconds, just to make sure they were hot enough, and then brought them over. I started on her face, then moved to her elbows and knees while the towels were still hot - she enjoyed the heat much more against the pure steel there than against the rougher rock elsewhere. As the towels cooled, I brought them around the rest of her body, even climbing on top of her to get some extra leverage, until she was shining like a piece of hematite set in steel.

I think she liked seeing me straddled on top of her like that. I know I was excited.

I moved downward, grabbing the mineral oil again along the way. I poured some out across her body, and began to give her a massage.I started at the dark band across her chest, working her body with both hands until I began to sweat with the exertion. I moved downward, past her ribs, and began pressing against her belly. She squirmed at the touch - we were getting close to the main attraction, but weren't there yet.

Finally, I made my way right above her slit. It was horizontal - looking quite a bit like just gap between the plates on her body, but I knew her clitoris was close enough the surface that it could feel the forceful strokes I was giving the area.

I kept at it until Karrar's breathing started to speed up and I could feel some extra warmth in her body underneath my palms. I took a break to give my arms some time to rest, giving Karrar another deep kiss. She gripped my hair with her claws and pushed my face against hers for a moment, alternating between forcing her tongue against mine, and pulling back to pant. Her breath was hot, but almost odorless.

Eventually she pushed me backwards, obviously ready for the next part. I pulled out the graphite lube, and slipped three of my fingers inside her - she was aroused enough that they actually slipped in without trouble.

I found her clit with two fingers - ring and index, and began rubbing it as heavily as I could, while the middle finger pressed against the other side of her slit, encouraging it to relax more and open up. I altered this configuration a few times, rubbing in slightly different ways, trying to keep things interesting. With my free hand, I applied some graphite to my penis in preparation.

Finally Karrar gripped me by the wrist, a signal to stop with the rubbing, and then stretched her legs open wider, inviting me inside. I was more than ready, and I pressed myself in without further delay.

The effect on Karrar had to be psychological - I couldn't apply as much force to her this way, but still her breathing immediately became desperate and ragged. Content before to let me get her in the mood, now it was her time to take the lead, and she gripped the small of my back with both arms, and in a tight hug, pulled me into herself as deep as I could go. Even with so much preparation, she was still tight, strong muscles clenching against my penis, though not to an uncomfortable degree. She kept holding me in place, bucking her hips upwards as if I weighed nothing, sitting on top of her.

Each time she pulled back, she held me tighter, so there was never more than half an inch of shaft outside of her.

Though my arms were already exhausted, I used the rest of my strength to massage the top of her slit again, feeling the rolls of my palms mostly in how it altered her motions against me.

For an instant, it sounded like Karrar was choking, before she grabbed my head and pulled it down as if for another kiss, but too impatient, she just licked the side of my face with her thick tongue. Her other hand moved downwards from back to hips, and she pulled me forward there as well, her own hips slamming against me wildly.

She clenched up like a vice, and it felt like she was about to crush my penis for a moment, but she managed to relax again. Every couple of seconds her canal clenched again, but weaker each time, as her orgasm faded away. The pain of it set me back a bit, but seeing the pure happiness on her face brought me back, and she kept her hand on my shoulder, watching me, as I started to ejaculate.

A gave a few last quick thrusts before burying myself deep, and we lay there hugging each other while I focused on the surprisingly gentle twitches and tremors of her afterglow, and the feeling of my semen running into her.

She kept me in place for a few minutes, enjoying the feeling of being together, even as I faded to flaccidness inside her. When I finally did pull out, we both snorted in amusement - my member was completely coated and shiny black from the dry lubricant we used (and she produced).

I tried to stand up, but whether because of the orgasm or just the amount of exercise, I collapsed back down immediately against Karrar. She had no such weakness. Stood up, slung me over her shoulder, and brought me to the bath, turning the water on hot (careful not to touch it herself), and left me to relax. I swear I don't understand how she knows what I need so well.

Anyway, I think I got a bit offtrack there. My point is this: Unless you need to spend dang near half a year at the gym, not for the sake of vanity, but for the sake of having enough actual endurance to get your girlfriend off, don't come crying to me about how it's too much effort to make things work.

Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a rock to romance.