FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Sorry for the delay, folks. Now that I've turned this into a series instead of a one-shot sex story, it's time for me to face up to the challenge. I've spent a while coming up with a progression, and I think I'm up to 40 more stories! A bit lengthy, but I like the way it's gonna go.

The majority of this chapter is testing my battle descriptions. Testing me is always a habit of mine. The sex will come near the end of the chapter, for those of you who like to skip to the good stuff. I hope you have fun reading it for the action and the "action" ^__^

Bear with me folks, it's gonna be a long, arduous road, and I need all the support you can bring up.

Once more, into the breach!

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I smiled as I spotted the town where I agreed to meet with May; the wind rushing swiftly passed me as Celia flew me closer to it. "Almost there girl, keep it up," I encouraged her to keep flying. I knew she was tired, but she didn't show it. Celia was usually one of the last to go into battle, despite her strength. She wasn't used to prolonged exertion, and we've been airborne for at least two hours.

I heard her give an enthused cry, slowly beginning her descent towards our destination, the soft singing of her rapidly beating wings beginning to lower in pitch.

We touched down on a sandy beach, kicking up its blinding grains as I hopped off of her back, patting her on the neck. "Excellent flying, girl," I said, reaching into my pocket and giving her a green pokeblock, her favorite. She gladly chews it up, sitting back with a smile on her face.

After she swallows the treat, I recall her back into her pokeball to rest her wings. I had her ball custom made when she evolved into Flygon: its top half was a light green with an orange line through the center while it's bottom half was a polished bright red to mimic her eye-shields.

I looked around as the red light from the monster ball engulfed the Flygon, retiring her to her home-on-the-go. It was late in the morning, and the bright sun was beaming down its rays through the cloudless sky. It was a beautiful day for a beach outing. After I find May, we should definitely go for a stroll along the shore.

That reminded me: I had promised to let Katherine out of her pokeball as soon as we touched down. That Absol couldn't stand being in there for more than an hour at a time. I gently ran my hands across my belt, my fingers sliding over the bumps that were my Pokemon's containment devices.

As I reached Kat's, I pressed the release button on my belt and let the ball fall into my waiting palm. I pressed the small button, the spherical capsule expanding to fill my entire hand.

I looked it over; examining the patterns I had placed on it. The top half was white while the bottom was black, a small circle of the opposite color adorning the poles of each hemisphere. The button in the middle was a blue jewel to match the one that adorned her head. I had this ball designed for her as a welcoming gift, but she hadn't start appreciating it until a few days ago.

I released the two covert clamps on either side of the ball to unlock it, and it clicked open, a customized black-and-white beam filling out the shape of the Absol contained within. Katherine materialized, stretching her muscles as if she had just awakened. "It's about time, I was cramping up."

"You can't cramp up inside of a pokeball, Kat." I corrected her with a sigh.

She let out a huff, "You don't know that..."

She examined her new surroundings. She took a few steps forward, and then stopped, shaking sand out of her paws. "Ah! I hate sand. Why did you let me out here?"

"You told me to let you out as soon as I got here."

"Well, why did you land on sand?"

"The town was too crowded. If you like, you can go back into the ball until I get to the center." I pointed the ball at her to emphasize my point. She whined a little, kicking up a small bit of sand with a swipe of her paw. I laughed and began heading up the beach towards the marketplace. I might as well not stick around here too long, or Kat will start complaining about something else.

As we began our trek up the sandy beach, I noticed the scantily clad beauties, some enjoying a game of volleyball where the ball wasn't the only thing bouncing to and fro. My gait slowed a bit as I ogled these new features of the scenery, and Kat noticed. She gazed in the same direction as I was, and began speaking with an apprehensive tone.

"I don't see what you human males find so wondrous about breasts. They look like a burden to me. Just look those females jump around! There is no way that that can be comfortable, let alone practical!"

I toned her out. That sort of talk was heresy in my book. I did find it amusing how she continues to search for evidence against human females, as if she was trying to convert me from my own species. I pat her on her fluffy white head as if I was humoring a child for making a cute remark. She shook off my hand and snapped at it, recognizing the gesture for what it was.

We made it to marketplace at the end of the beach. It didn't take long to spot May amidst the crowd. She was browsing through the wares of a berry salesman when she looked up at me. She was wearing a revealing red two-piece swimsuit, the fabric barely holding against her body, her lower half slightly obscured by a translucent pink skirt. She waved me over, greeting me with a tight hug, her boobs pressing into my chest through the fabric.

"Hi Zack," She called to me. "It's been ages since we actually spoke face-to-face. How have you been?"

I was moderately disappointed when I was released from the vice-like embrace. She wasn't strong, but she sure was affectionate enough to crush a boulder with love. "I've been fine. Training for the Master's tournament is going as smoothly as I hoped it would."

Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Katherine studying May, looking over her like she was sizing up her opponent before a battle.

She smiled, oblivious to her potential usurper, "It seems like you've grown up a little." Her face contorted into a mock puzzled look, her hand reaching up and tugging on a strand of my hair.

"You still have a boy's haircut, though. It wouldn't hurt you to get it cut, maybe even go as far as brushing it every once in a while?"

I heard Kat growl when she touched me, and I shot her a gaze that carried a simple message of "Don't."

I playfully removed her hand from my hair, watching the strand fall neatly back into its chaotic place. I like my hair the way it is, shoulder-length, orange, and disheveled, almost appearing spiked downwards; the same cut as I had when I was a kid. "No thanks," I replied. Kat held her head up at May, supporting my decision by taking it more seriously than it was meant.

"Oh, is this your Absol?" She put her hand forward to pet Kat. I shot her another look, and Kat let May ruffle her head fur, keeping a stone-faced disposition and all of her muscles tensed, as if to strike when May lets her guard down.

After that we brought up simple conversation. My attention wavered throughout the length of it, though. My prime focus was the way May was filling out in her late teens.

I find it ironic how she makes fun of my hair while her own was still split into two sections that looked like brown wings at either side of her head, a red bandanna filling out the top. Her muscles were defined, but not large, and her waist exhibited no excess fat at all. Her skin was lightly tanned, though I do not know whether or not this happened over time or from simply laying out on the beach today.

I thought back to the time we were together, comparing her current features to those she had before. Her breasts seemed about the same size as I left them; a voluptuous C cup, and her rump filled out nicely against the skirt.

As I began to imagine what other changes her body has gone through, I was interrupted by a rather rude pinap berry hitting me in the forehead.

"Jeez, Zack. I see you still have other bad traits from your youth," spat May as she arched her back forward, placing her hand on her hips and puffing her cheeks as she's fond of doing. Katherine is barred her teeth, but I placed my hand on her head to calm her down.

I shake off the shock from offending edible. "You say that like I'm forty-something." She let out a huff. "You're supposed to act older than you are, especially if you're shooting for the rank of Champion. What will the other regions think if we're represented by a perverted child?" Katherine smiled at that; it seems they found something to agree on.

Clearly defeated on that point, I lowered my head in apology. I then decided it would be in my best interest to switch the topic. "So, what's this you said about going into the Pokemon contests?"

She perked up, "Oh, right! That's the whole reason I called you down here." She crossed her arms just underneath her breasts, pushing them up ever so slightly, but enough for me to notice. I quickly shifted my attention to her face, being hit with another berry wasn't something I looked forward to.

"I'm entering the Mauville city Pokemon contest. I was looking for some berries to make some pokeblocks when you arrived. Manic is going to clean house with the combinations I came up with."

I quickly recalled the Pokemon I remembered she had: Stone the Swampert, a Tropius named Eden, and Manic, her Manectric.

"Sounds like a good plan to me," I responded. "Are you prepared for the battling part of the contest too?"

She smirked. "That's...another reason why I asked you to come. I need some training if I'm going to win, so I'd like to ask you to have a battle with me and Manic." I smiled at this; I haven't had a good battle in a few days.

May wasn't tough, but she was smart. She came up with strategies on the fly, and I came to her for pointers every once in a while when I was just starting out. Despite this, she still hasn't beat me, and I wasn't about to let her win now. Besides, she needs to see if she's ready. "Alright, name the time and place, girl."

"Hmm...how about now? I'll meet you on the beach in about ten minutes. Don't be late!" She winked and walked away, leaving me a little flabbergasted. When she was out of earshot, I heard Katherine laugh.

"She can't be serious. I can crush anything she throws at us."

I then realized that using Katherine in this battle might be a bad idea.

"Actually, Kat, I think it's time we give the others a turn. You've been sweeping the competition left and right for a while now; I think the others are starting to get a little rusty."

She pouted, "Aww, you're just saying that because you'll know I'll destroy her."

"Yes. Yes I am."

"Fine, delay the inevitable, but just because you're not using me in battle doesn't mean I'm going back in that spherical prison without a fight."

"You'd rather sit on the sand?"

"Hmm...I have a better idea..." She looked at me with an expression that I have come to associate with bad things to come. Most of which her fault. I think her species' disaster sensing abilities are beginning to rub off on me.

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I stood inside the small casual-battle ring set up on the beach. It was noon now, and the sun was beating down on my now naked back. Katherine sat a ways behind me, lounging on my shirt like it was a beach towel; a beading can of lemonade in her claws as she looked on through a pair of sunglasses that seemed to meld with her natural black face color. She was sipping her drink through a straw as May stepped into the zone, pokeball in hand.

A judge was sitting high above the field in a lifeguard seat, looking down at us. "Are the two combatants ready?" I nodded and palmed my belt, releasing an off-white pokeball from its hold, the sunlight reflecting off of its surface to reveal tiny blue specks about its surface.

"I'm ready," said May. She was abnormally confident but I had other things to keep my mind on.

"Alright, if the combatants are ready then I shall explain the rules," announced the judge who seemed relieved to finally start. This is a one Pokemon knockout battle. Each trainer may only use the Pokemon they have chosen. When that Pokemon is unable to battle, then the trainer with the active Pokemon is declared the winner. Please stand by as I erect the battle protection field."

The area of the ring shimmered as a wall of protection attacks was employed by the Mr. Mime that the judge owned. This was to keep the nearby spectators from being hit with an errant attack. After the wall was erected, the judge began speaking again. "The field has been erected. Will the trainers please call out the Pokemon they will be using?"

I unlocked the pokeball and flung it into the center of my side of the ring with the call "Let's do this, Fara." The ball clicked open and, in a red light surrounded by small blue sparks, Fara appeared. The Ninetales howled its haunting cry and fanned its tails outward, sending a shower of blue shimmers in my direction. Around each tail was a small bell, their ringing sending a soothing tone through the air to belie the ferocity of this Pokemon's fighting spirit.

May seemed to leap a good foot into the air. "Ah! Is that a Ninetales? I've never seen one so close before. I have to get a record of this." As she pulled out her father's pokedex, the judge stared in her direction. "Will the challenger please bring forth her Pokemon?" She snapped out of her amazement with a disappointed sigh.

"Oh, right, I'm the one who challenged you to a battle, Zack. It wouldn't be a good idea for me to start zoning out before it even starts." I heard Katherine giggling behind me, as if she was putting any doubts she had to rest.

May shouted, "Alright, Manic! Let's show them what you can do!" She then threw her pokeball forward. It cracked open, the standard red light materializing into a Manectric wearing a black collar around its neck, a dog-bone shaped magnet adorning the word "Manic" hanging by a small chain. A small cloud of sparks and static hovered over the tip of its bright yellow mane.

From behind me, I heard Katherine shout something in poketongue, Ninetales turning her head backwards towards her and nodding with a smile on its muzzle. I also saw Manic cringe a little, letting me believe that Kat must have said something along the lines of "Tear 'em to pieces." Were all of my Pokemon out to get May now?

"Begin," shouted the judge. My brief lapse in attention caused me to lose the first move. "Thunderwave, Manic!" The thundering wolf Pokemon let out a howl and sent a barely-visible wall of paralyzing electromagnetic energy in our direction. My reflexes allowed me to recover before the attack hit, and I shouted my first command to Fara: "Safeguard!"

I felt the sand beneath my shoe move slightly as I shifted my body weight forward, hoping I called it in time. A set of rings overlapped Fara, the wave passing harmlessly over her as a dim blue veil as haunting as her cry surrounded her body. The wave continued moving forward and enveloped me, a small tingling sensation moving through my spine as the remaining wave impacted into the transparent wall of shimmering light behind me. I shivered, but quickly bounced back. It was time for me to take the offensive.

"Return fire!" I shouted, Fara bracing herself by crouching forward and unleashing a powerful flamethrower from her muzzle, her tails fanning backwards as the scorching attack blazed a path through the sand. "Manic, use a quick attack to avoid it, then encircle that Ninetales!" May cried. The lightning wolf complied nervously as the blazing flamethrower made its way towards him. He dodged to the side using a quick attack, the blast missing May by a foot. The small barrier that was erected around both of us after the match began shimmered as the force of the blow collided with it, causing May to jump backwards and sent Kat roaring with laughter.

This small slight distracted me and I refocused on the match to notice Manic begin circling Fara with the blinding speed of his attack. "Fara, try to spread your attacks around you." Fara nods and begins launching flamethrower after flamethrower, the crimson flames licking the backside of the Manectric only serving to speed him up.

I glanced at May and saw her smiling. I had a gut feeling she was up to her usual planning, but I couldn't get what it was. Manic's speed was picking up, a small breeze passing through the barrier and causing my orange hair to dance before my eyes.

"Manic, Shockwave." I heard her say calmly as it seemed her plan was coming together. Shockwave spread out in a spherical pattern, so it always managed to hit. However, that attack isn't strong enough to do any significant damage. There has to be something going on, but I didn't have time to think about it. Shifting his quick attack towards Fara, Manic leaped into the air above her and flashed a brilliant vermilion. The air cracked and the smell of ozone filled my nostrils as an unbelievable electric surge filled the arena, the shimmering walls straining outward from the blast. Even the sandy floor glimmered like a window shining with the noon-day sun.

Fara's knees shook from the attack, the blow taking much more out of her than I thought it would. She let out a yelp, the air around her sparking with the electric attack's aftermath. I didn't think Manic would be strong enough to pull an attack of that magnitude off. There had to be something to do with it running around, something scientific.

But what?

I didn't have the luxury of time, however. My eyes shot to Fara, who was shaking off the effects of the shockwave. The ground around her feet was strange, as if it was polished glass.

Glass...

Glass!

The flamethrowers must have superheated the sand around Fara, melting it into glass. I smiled; let's see how she likes a little science coming back to bite her.

"Manic, while she's stunned, quick attack!" Manic sped his descent by folding his legs against his body and driving headfirst towards Fara.

"Fara, Iron Tail the ground!" Her tails shone with a reflective white coating as she followed the order without skipping a beat. The ground broke up, sending shards of glass into the air. May was shocked. "Avoid the glass!" She shouted, despite the fact that Manic was already executing that particular order before it reached him. He discharged a small bit of electricity to avoid the bulk of the glass, landing on the ground beside his previous destination and instead ending up right next to Fara's tails.

Checkmate.

I smiled, "Fara, Iron Coffin technique!"

May cocked her head to one side. "Iron what?"

Fara's tails connected with Manic with a powerful blow, flinging him across the ring to land on his side. With a speed only exhibited when necessary, the Ninetales closed the gap between the two and leaped into the air. Manic turned belly up to see her landing on him, her larger body straddling his own as her iron tails came from around her hind and drove into the ground around him. Her paws pinned him down while the tails prevented him from moving away. She glared at him, barring her teeth in a wicked grin as if she just caught a tricky prey. I swore I heard him whimper as May tried calling to him.

"Manic! Use a shockwave to get her off of you!" Fara's expression seemed to say "I dare you," and it seemed Manic wasn't prepared to take her up on that.

"Fara, bid him goodnight." I said with an open-mouthed smile. Fara's gaze met Manic's and her eyes began to glow an iridescent blue. Manic's eyelids shot open with shock, and then slowly began to fall until they shut. His muscles relaxed as his chest slowly rose up and down in peaceful slumber.

Fara dismounted her opponent and placed one paw on his chest, looking forward towards May and giving a triumphant, high-pitched bark.

"The Manectric is unable to continue battling," announced the judge. "The winner is Zack."

The audience erupted into applause. They had grown in numbers since the battles beginning, despite the match being five minutes long at best. I heard Kat's voice among the cheering, using the audience as a mask to express her happiness in my language without being noticed as a talking Pokemon. Even though it's something to brag about, being a talking Pokemon could also be a burden.

May recalled Manic as the audience defense screen fell, stepping around the arena to speak with me face to face. "Sand into glass. I see those strategy lessons I've given you in the past are finally starting to pay off." She smiled and I rubbed the back of my head. She made it sound like that was my plan all along, where it was really just a spur-of-the-moment.

Fara bounded over the shattered glass floor to my side, nuzzling my waist as I laid my hand down to scratch behind her ears. Her tails began to flow like a wave, the bells creating a soft, soothing song as she made a soft murmur in her throat.

Kat also came up beside me, winking at Fara as she sat on her haunches at my other side. She was wearing my shirt, dusting off the sand as I began speaking with May again. I had to speak up, because a cleaning crew was rushing past me to clean up the dangerous mess we left.

"You were good too, May." I meant it. She had gotten better. I would have gladly gone a second round, but I spend my last few dollars buying Kat that lemonade and I didn't have enough to rent another round. Besides, May was sweating. Even this short battle took a lot out of her.

"Thanks," she said with a smile. "Now, if only I could fight like that against other people, I'd get better."

I thought about what she just said. It seems that she can only battle at her best when she's fighting with someone she knows. That didn't say much about her self-confidence, and I'm sure Kat picked that up as well.

She sighed. "Oh well, you can only get better, right? Let's get out of this heat. I hear the Pokemon center is giving away free sodas. Manic needs a little bit of TLC anyway."

The sand, the sun, and the struggle were making us all thirsty. I laughed. "I think he just needs a good nap, but I'm sure we could go for some free sodas." Kat upturned her lemonade can and the straw fell out, the last few drops of her drink spilling onto the sandy ground. Fara looked up at me licked her lips expectantly, but there was something else to her gaze than a thirst for soda.

We started towards the Pokemon center, my Pokemon padding behind me holding their heads up triumphantly. As we neared the welcoming, air-conditioned Pokemon care facility, I had to know one more thing. "May, how did Manic pull off that supercharged shockwave attack?"

"Hmm? Oh!" She perked up, speaking with an educated voice. "Simple, really: exactly as you said. Using quick attack, I supercharged Manic's attack by building static electricity using the sand the same way you would walk on carpet with socks on to generate a static charge."

I swear, if she had glasses she would remind me of my old instructor. It was pretty smart, though. I glanced down at Kat, who was eying May with disdain again. I began to think about how I'm going to deal with this situation, but I my thoughts are constantly interrupted by the furry head of my Ninetales nuzzling against me.

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After a quick rest at the PC, May and I had gone for a stroll along the beach. We talked about old times, reminiscing until nightfall. When we returned to the PC, our Pokemon were fully recovered. We got the same room, but May was too tired to want to do anything along the lines of what I had in mind.

I couldn't sleep, no matter what I tried. It was already going on midnight according to the clock on the wall, and this insomnia was really getting to me. My legs were abnormally warm, and I looked down to see that Kat was at my feet, still wearing my red shirt. She was sleeping soundly, so I had to be careful not to wake her when I stood up leave the room. I had to be careful not to disturb May in her softly sleeping state.

She rolled over on her side as I opened the door, her breasts shifting to her side through the nightshirt she wore. I would have copped a feel right there, if it wasn't for the fact that it wouldn't look good on my record as a Champion.

I stepped outside, nodding to the Nurse Joy stationed at the counter. The door slid open automatically and the crisp summer night's breeze swept over me. I made my way to the beach, passing the late-night marketplace shoppers. I spotted several mature kiosks peddling magazines more suited to my tastes, but what May said really stuck with me.

Was I really as immature as she said?

Without noticing, I nearly stepped into the ocean, the shift in the sand's temperature on my bare feet shocking my system to alertness. I laughed at myself; I didn't notice that I didn't put on my shoes before I left the center. The sand felt nice, though, softly shifting with a small shell thrown in here and there. I followed the shoreline out of absent though, as if entranced, and came across a peaceful grove of coconut trees, the ground being significantly less grainy.

It still had a pleasant view of the ocean, thankfully. I put my hands into my pockets and took a deep breath, staring up at the cloudless night. I suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of comfort. Being outside...I suppose it's my element.

My finger ran over a small object in my pocket. I pulled it out and held it to the pale moonlight. It was a pokeball, Fara's to be exact. The small blue designs on her capsule were designed to show themselves in the moonlight, and small blue flecks of light danced across its otherwise pale yellow surface.

I must have put her into my pocket without realizing it. I smiled, as long as she's out here, I might as well let her enjoy the scenery with me.

I pressed the sides and the ball popped open, the red light swirling with blue flecks as the Ninetales materialized. She looked at me, and then looked at her surroundings as if she was a bit confused.

"Sorry for waking you, girl. I accidentally carried you outside with me." I smiled and patted her on the head.

A soft humming resounded in my head, and then a soft voice began whispering from somewhere. "It wasn't an accident, Zack."

I looked around shocked. I thought I was alone, save for the Ninetales beside me. "Oh, we are alone," the voice said. It was soft, almost angelic, but at the same time had an ominous tone. I looked down at Fara, and it didn't take long for me to piece the puzzle together.

"You can talk?"

"How astute," said Fara without using her mouth, her velvet-like voice echoing within my own mind. Her soft tails began swirling around my waist; the soft chiming of her bells adding to the mysterious ambiance tonight was serving me.

"Have you also deduced that why you came out here? Perhaps even why I was in your pocket?" I shuddered at the touch of her glowing, feather-like fur. I felt her warm paw on my bare chest and I sighed.

Did she manipulate me into coming out here?

I looked down at her face to see her smiling, her eyes half closed. She spoke again, "You're half right, Zack. You came outside of your own accord. It was my doing to lead you to a more...private location. I would eventually have gotten you alone with me, but your own wanderlust assisted me in fulfilling my...own sort of lust."

She licked her lips the same way she had before, that hidden agenda I sensed coming into play.

I dropped backwards slowly, half-hypnotized by her deep, crimson eyes. As I sat my naked back against the smooth bark of a tree, Fara placed a paw on my shoulder and gave me a long, warm lick from my neck up. I let out a low sigh; my body was certainly agreeing with this situation, even if I was still a bit confused.

A thought popped into my head. Fara caught it, as she's apparently fond of doing. "Katherine? Don't worry, this was her idea. She told me that a strong male needs many strong mates, and in order to join your little harem, all I had to do was prove myself in front of her."

I smiled at this; that must have been what Katherine told Fara before my match with May started. All of the affection she was showing after the match made sense now. I rubbed down her neck, feeling her fur down from the bottom of her jaw to her shoulder. Small blue flecks rubbed off of her fur as my hand pushed them aside.

She exhaled out of her nose, giving me another loving lick. Her tails caressed my body, feeling my chest and sides, carefully sliding over me with the same gentleness I was giving her. Like warm feathers, her fur embraced my body. I wasn't a ticklish person, but as her tails made their way into the sensitive areas of my body I couldn't help but laugh a little.

When I opened my mouth, she brought her muzzle to my face, her cold nose meeting mine as she slid her moist tongue into my mouth. I noticed that her way of mating was much softer than Kat's. Maybe Pokemon types contribute to their mating habits. That would be an interesting topic to study, I thought, but Fara shoved her tongue deeper down my throat. "Stay focused, my dear. You stopped petting."

I noticed her paw was slowly massaging my groin, teasing my forming erection through the fabric of my pants with a gentle claw. I sucked on her long tongue, our breaths mingling as I closed my eyes. I heard her giggling in my mind, but it seemed muffled. It seemed like she was loosing her own concentration.

I moved my arms past her tails and massaged her rump. It was softer than Katherine's hardened muscles, but just as fuzzy. Her rear end was burning with anticipation, the inside of her thighs nearly being too hot for me to place my hands on. She withdrew from my mouth sharply with a sharp bark as I touched a tender area on her. She looked back at me, smiling with her eyes half jaded with lust.

That single, teasing claw took a more forceful role and began to slide my zipper down. I had left my belt back in the room so that was one less obstacle she had to deal with as she deftly removed my pants with a combination of her claws and tails. She took a sharp breath as my cock slapped against her flesh, springing from it's prison like an anxious trap. It stood at attention, it's sensitive head brushing against her heated underbelly, causing us to moan audibly. She looked down on it lowering her head to give it a slow lick.

The sensation was unimaginable. Her tongue juggled my balls before running up the length of my shaft, tickling it's head with the tip as a small strand of pre trailed from the forbidden kiss. Her front paws rested on either side of my now naked rump as her muzzle engulfed my prick, her tongue running it's entire length and massaging it in a welcome prison of moisture and an impossible heat.

I cried aloud. The feeling of my member inside of her oven-like mouth was unlike anything I had ever felt before. I felt my climax approaching like an out-of-control freight train. To further the train's speedy arrival, two of her tails began playing with my balls, their soft touch sending shivers up my spine.

My breathing increased, and a soft cooing sound was heard inside my mind. If she was trying to say something, it was lost on me, but the noise was just what I needed.

I felt my stomach contract and my lower muscles tighten as I came inside of her muzzle, it's temperature almost seeming cool when compared to the heated oven of pleasure that it resided in. She swallowed my first few spurts, her throat pulsing with each gulp.

She withdrew my from her muzzle with one long, fast lick, sending blue sparks flying over her head with the force of the movement and causing my last spurt to land on the tip of her nose before it resigned to simple beading over the head.

I stared down at her. She was looking up from a job well done, the tip of her nose showing a strand of my seed hanging. As she licked them of her teeth, which I had completely forgotten about in the heat of it all, seemed connected by pearly white lines drawn by my member.

Her voice sighed into my head "How was that, master?" I smiled at that word. It seemed Kat taught her proper etiquette. "I pulled that from your mind while you were asleep. I hope you enjoyed it, but we're not done yet."

I wanted to tell her how unbelievable that was, but I'm sure she already knew that. "That was amazing, Fara," was all I managed to say. The whole thing seemed surreal as she started to straddle me, her fox-like forehead pressing against my own. In the brief reverie of my orgasm, conscious thought reared it's ugly, justified head.

Kat...

Something about this situation seemed wrong...

Kat was alone with May!

I sat up, only to be forcefully pushed against the tree by a powerful paw.

"Relax, master. Katherine simply wants to...discuss some things with May."

I huffed, "That doesn't sound too reassuring."

"Don't make me beg," she whined audibly and raised a paw.

"Hmm..."

My mind was struggling with itself. May could be in trouble, but it wouldn't be serious. Besides, wouldn't rushing to her rescue only further prove Kat's point? I also had to consider this fine specimen before me. While my pants, or lack thereof, were edging me closer to Fara, the slowly fading sensible part of my mind tangled with what Kat would do alone with May.

Curse thee, pants.

Before I could convey my decision, Fara plucked it from my mind. A moment later, her tails were once again converging on my body in a rather successful attempt to seduce my body onto her, their feathery tips brushing past my crotch as the soothing chimes of her bells filled the air along with the sharp, pungent odor of her arousal.

I shifted my weight against the tree, feeling the bark lightly rake my back as I slid forward, taking my kitsune lover with me. She landed on her back with a thud, a small cloud of sapphire wisps ballooning out from her fur. I heard a gasp escape her lungs as she impacted the earth. I my now-attentive cock fell into position, the burning heat from her vulva warding my member while at the same time inviting it in.

I met her gaze, watching her vulpine lips contort into a lustful smile as her eyes remained half closed. I felt her tails wrap around my backside and urge my progress into her. I placed the head of my penis at her entrance and, with a thrust that threw my caution to the breeze, I entered her.

She let loose a high-pitched bark-like noise as my sudden entry forced apart her vaginal walls like a missile. The searing heat almost scalded the sensitive flesh of my member, but the softness and the moisture caused my mind to cross itself in mixed signals, making me wince with both pain and pleasure. I wrapped my arms around the back of her neck and pushed into her further, feeling the muscles in her tails drive me deeper into her, her cave of molten velvet, her vaginal walls caressing and massaging my cock as if it were a second mouth filled with several strong, pulsing tongues.

My thrusts became forceful, adding degree after degree to the rising heat of her sex as the friction between us began to build. My balls slapped against her furred hind as the base of her tails cupped my scrotum wonderfully. Her tails had tensed up, causing them to twitch and sway with each thrust, the chiming of her bells becoming more and more like a sharp chirping as they jerked with each movement.

Her every breath was accented with a small yelp as my pistoning member caused her natural lubricants to drizzle out of her sex, the constant impact of my balls causing the white-hot fluid to mat against her fur.

I felt her murmur through my mind, but any actual words were lost on me as my climax began to approach. The blazing furnace of her inner walls, the way her claws were nearly puncturing the skin of my back, the fact that her tails were coiling tightly around my thighs and butt, her searing breath against my shoulder as I pressed my body weight into her, it was all so primal, so wild.

And I loved every second of it.

She yelped loudly, liquid fire jetting from her canal across my thigh and scrotum as a flicker of flame spewed past my face, lightly singing the hairs on my cheek and sweat-covered brow. The pain added to the pleasure and I soon followed suit with an orgasm of my own. I came inside of her, feeling her walls squeeze my cock like a vice of magma, making sure each and every drop of my seed was milked dry.

Her tails constricted my entire body as I followed suit by gripping her as tightly as she did me. Her burning breath fell upon my face as my tongue forced it's way into her mouth, nearly burning it's sensitive flesh as she returned kiss. I felt her softly whining in her throat, a low murmur filling my mind as she tried to drum up the concentration to connect. When she did, her voice seemed blurred muffled. I withdrew the kiss and looked into her tired, jaded eyes.

"Thank you for that, master Zack."

I smiled. I didn't realize how much mating with a Pokemon had an effect on one's relationship with them. I asked her a question with my mind, hoping she'd pick it up.

"The reason I didn't speak with you before was...I didn't feel I needed to. You communicated so well with us, I didn't feel it necessary."

"However," she continued, her voice slowly becoming clearer, "I was afraid you wouldn't...get the hint unless I gave you the proper urging. That and I felt that you should know of my abilities eventually. This seemed like a prime opportunity."

She sighed. I could feel her slowing heartbeat pulse through my softening member as her body cooled beneath me. I withdrew myself from her, causing her to take a sharp breath as my cock released itself from her with a moist sliding sound. I sat back, feeling her tails softly embrace me as I rolled to the side. I could see a pearl of cum slowly rolling out of her cunt as she sat up, lapping it up eagerly. I looked at the war zone: Small burn marks peppered my inner thighs and the smell of burning bark called my attention to the scorched and broken tree behind me. My penis seemed to emit a steam into the midnight air, my entire body overheating from the act. Despite this, I managed to calm my thoughts.

I began thinking up other questions, but she quieted my thoughts with a low hum. "I'll answer one, but then I'm afraid I'll have to get some rest. You took a lot out of me, master." That made me grin, and I thought of a question that has been on my mind for a while now. "Why do you choose to mate with me? Our species cannot breed offspring, which is what I thought mating was all about."

She shook her head, replying in my mind with a condescending tone. "For most humans, perhaps. Pokemon...we mate for different reasons. Some are as simple as bearing offspring, yes, while others are for companionship and dominance. Two Pokemon who wish to spend their life together will, even if they can't ever bear a child with their companion. Some will satisfy this need for procreation by mating with others, or by seeking out methods to breed together. There are many things in this world that are unknown by both your species and mine."

"But you," she continued, "You are different from most humans. You're like a Pokemon trapped within the shell of a human. Your heart calls out to the wild while your mind pulls you back to civilization. Not in a bad way, of course. Several humans seek to protect us, claiming that battling is wrong, while others seek to exploit our might, believing that we were sent here to be tools of the people."

"However, you see us as neither tools nor things that should be protected. You see us as equals. That, master Zack, is what drew me to you when we first met."

I recalled the time we met: I was lost in a cave in the desert and was dying of thirst. I remember giving my last bit of water to my two Pokemon Trent and Celia, a newly captured Trapinch at the time, with the instructions to find help. I passed out, and was later awakened by a soft blue fire floating inches above my head. It led me out of the cave to find Fara, and we've been traveling together since.

As I recollected those thoughts, she joined me in my reverie. "Ah, yes," she began, "I recall that. I found your Pokemon searching frantically for your help, and they told me what you did."

I saw her smile, "I decided to travel with you out of curiosity. Now, I think I've found other reasons..."

I sat up and rubbed behind her ears. I respected what she was saying. A sigh escaped my lips. "Well, I'm glad you're here with me." As she leaned into me, I felt her warm fur against my bare flesh once more. The night air blew across my, and I realized that it would probably be more comfortable if I put my clothes back on.

Making sure nothing was damaged beyond repair; I re-equipped my clothing save for the shirt that was still resting on that Absol's back. I sniffed the air and noticed that the smell of her arousal was still permeating in the air. I enjoyed the smell in the afterglow, like a potent candle of strange incense. The chimes on Fara's tails began to resonate again, and it felt that I had no other cares in the world. Except...

Kat and May!

I nearly forgot them in my renewed passion. Fara reached out and calmed me down again. "If you're that concerned about the girl, then let's head back. I feel that if we don't return soon, Nurse Joy will begin to wonder what became of us." She winked at me, the bells on her tails chiming as they waved in a pattern. I walked slowly back towards the cabin with Fara, the newest member of what was apparently my harem.

+++++++ Thirty Minutes Ago...++++++++

Kat gazed out the window towards Zack, who was leaving the Pokemon center and heading for the waterfront. "Sooner than I expected, but a welcome turn of events." She smiled and leapt from her bed, landing softly on the floor of the room. She padded over to May, tapping the human on the shoulder with a claw.

May stirred. "Hmm? Zack?"

She sat up, looking around in a daze. She turned on the light to see the Absol leering over her. "Oh, Kat, was it? Is something up?"

An ivory toothed smile broke the shadow of the Pokemon's face. "Yes, May. We need to talk."

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So? What do you think? There are probably a lot of grammatical errors in this one, but I tried to keep them to a minimum.

I'm open to comments and suggestions, but if you see a grammatical error, please point it out to me in an email ([email protected]) or on AIM (UberInfinity [Don't be shy, I like talking with potential fans and critiques]). The reason I say that is to avoid having comments that spell out my mistakes that wouldn't exist if they were brought up to me before.

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Matt, the Z-Byte