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Emma sat down on the porch outside her house, a book in one hand and an icy cold glass of tea in the other. It was a perfect day out; seventy-two degrees and enough clouds to where one could see the sky, but was offered natural shade. The door opened again and her best friend in the world, Zoroark, came outside to sit with her.

What she liked most about the Pokemon was how calm he was. Whenever there was danger, Zoroark wouldn't charge head on into the fray like so many of her friend's Pokemon did instead, he would try to stay out of the fight for as long as possible.

Luckly, there weren't many opportunities that Zoroark had to show off his prowess. Up until recently there had been a calm aura about the Pokemon but for some reason, he was just...

Skittery.

She never had a problem with being nude around him, he was her Pokemon after all, and he had never made a move on her. But now, whenever she would come out of the shower, or get undressed for bed, she could see discomfort, as well as something else she had a hard time recognizing on the Pokemon's face.

It might have been embarrassment, or a little something more devious but, ultimately, she didn't know.

And so like any worried parent, she had scheduled an appointment at a local PokeCenter for a check up on her friend. It was today in about an hour and she could feel the unease coming from Zoroark as he paced around the deck.

"It's just a check-up, don't worry so much." Emma said, taking a swig of the tea and cracking the book open.

"Zoroark!" He barked, sitting down on the deck.

"Nobody's gonna take anything from you, don't worry."

"Ark?"

"Your..." She closed the book and looked at the Pokemon. "Your balls? Sometimes trainers will do that to Pokemon. I don't plan on it."

Zoroark did look a little relieved, the tense pressure he had held in his shoulders melting away as he slunked down. Unfortunately, however, a few seconds later the pressure was back. Emma watched as the Pokemon got up again, and went back inside the house. She sighed, sipped her tea, and opened her book again, and began to read it. Zoroark was just...

Ornery.

Nothing was actually wrong with him, she told herself. It was probably just his instincts kicking in for a good fight that she wouldn't let him fight. Emma just... Didn't want to see him get hurt. She loved him too much for something like that.

Was he really concerned about castration, though? She would never do something like that. She had seen a castrated Machamp before, and... Well, it shocked her to see a flabby, depressed Machamp. Emma didn't want Zoroark sad, so it was off the table.

. . .

The alarm on her phone went off just in the middle of a rather sexy scene in her book. Emma groaned and quickly shut it off, snapping the book closed and getting up. As she went back inside, she had to double back for the empty glass, and mentally kicked herself in the butt for that slight.

Doors slid shut behind her, and once everything was taken care of, she slipped her shoes on and grabbed her keys. At the sound of them jingling, Zoroark came running, which was something that had always amused her. She guessed he liked the sound.

They got into her newer car and drove to the PokeCenter, neither one of them speaking a word. She didn't want it to be this awkward; just because Zoroark couldn't speak English didn't mean that he couldn't talk to her.

It was cold in the PokeCenter.

That was the first thing Emma noticed. She and Zoroark, hand in hand, went to the counter, where a large, matronly nurse was waiting for them, a broad smile on her face.

"Hello, there!" She said, looking over Zoroark. "You're Zoroark, clearly, which must mean that you, dear, are Emma."

"Wow. First nurse to ever know my name off the bat." Emma said, grinning. She just couldn't help but smile around this lady. Even Zoroark had a slight grin.

"There's a lot of downtime here, hun. Most people that come here just want their Pokemon healed in their PokeBalls, not many come in like you do." She said, handing Emma a chart. "I just need a couple of signatures from you, and a doctor will be with you shortly."

"Thank you!" Emma chirped as she walked to a seat.

Zoroark nervously sat next to her, eyeing other Pokemon in the room. There was a Machamp, upper left arm in a cast, a Pikachu with a bandage around its tail, and just then, a young trainer with a Totodile on his shoulder arrived. The poor water type looked pretty sick.

Emma wasted no time, and handed the form back to the nurse, who thanked her, and told her to take a seat. She did so, and the two of them waited for a doctor. Emma took Zoroark's clawed hand in her own, and squeezed. Zoroark was never nervous, but now, his claws were cold, and his arm was shaking.

"It'll be okay," She whispered in his ear, stroking his arm. "It's just a checkup."

"Z-zoro..." The Pokemon whimpered.

They cuddled for a few more minutes before the double doors opened. Another nurse strode out, a smile on his face as well, and looked at Emma. He beckoned her, and Emma got up, pulling Zoroark out of his chair.

The Pokemon begrudgingly walked behind her as they stalked the nurse, and frowned when the nurse told him to get on a scale. He fixed the scales a couple of times after taking the Pokemon's height, and smiled.

"A hundred and ninety... A bit pudgy, but a little pudge never hurt anyone." The nurse said, a broad smile as he led the two to a waiting room. "Just take a seat here, a PokeVet will be here in a few."

"Thank you!" Emma called out. She looked at Zoroark, and grinned. "A pudgy Pokemon!"

She poked Zoroark in the belly a bit, and the two of them laughed for a few, brief seconds. The Pokemon returned to his silent, nervous self afterwards, and Emma took out her phone and began a wordsearch.

Usually, doctors took forever to see someone, but it wasn't so, apparently, with PokeVets. A large man with a nearly full beard stepped into the room, and closed the door behind him before introducing himself. His name was Dr. Zolaf, and he was, apparently, glad to see the two of them.

"It's not every day I get to treat a Zoroark..." He said, admiring the Pokemon's long mane of hair. "It's mostly starter Pokemon, you know? Charmanders' and Totodiles..."

"I bet it is."

"Anyway, what seems to be the problem here?"

"Well, okay... Um... Zoroark here's been acting a lot different."

"Different how?"

"Normally he's a calm Pokemon, he never really had a problem with... I dunno, he's just acting different."

"On edge?"

"Yeah!"

"Are you often nude around him?"

"Um... I mean..." Emma blushed. She looked over at Zoroark, and he seemed to be enjoying himself. "When I get changed, or get out of the shower, sure. I've had him for so long he's family."

"I see." Dr. Zolaf took a note or two, and looked back up and smiled. "I assume you've been doing this for some time?"

Emma nodded.

"And he's acting up now?"

Again, she nodded.

"Uh-huh..." Another note. He looked up, and smiled. "Well, nothing to be worried about. He's just in heat."

"Heat?"

"Certain Pokemon with more animalistic natures tend to go into a state of near constant arousal during certain months in the year."

It all suddenly clicked with Emma. It would explain a lot of stains that she found.

"So... what do I do?"

"Well, you can send him off to a Pokemon Daycare, that usually takes care of it after the heat is over."

"N...No. He's my friend, I can't just abandon him like that."

"Well, I would recommend brushing his hair, maybe playing the most calming music you know of. Do you live alone?"

"I do."

"Good. You want to avoid any unnecessary loud noises, kids being the first and foremost. Besides that, just give him space, and invest in a stain removal spray." He said that last part with a grin. "Is there anything else? Any questions?"

"N-no, we're all set."

"All right then. It was good to see you two."

And with that, Emma and her Zoroark left the PokeCenter. It was even more awkward of a ride home now that she knew what was bothering Zoroark. Neither said a word to each other, even after they got home.

. . .

It was at seven PM that she finally broke her silence.

"Z-... Zoroark, come here!" Emma called from her bedroom.

She was sitting on her bed, and, just as the doctor ordered, there was calming music playing, she had lit a candle she knew Zoroark liked the smell of, and she was waiting for him to come so she could brush his hair. Emma was definitely nervous. Pokemon weren't like humans, and if Zoroark decided to...

Well, do anything with her, she wasn't in a position where she would be able to offer any sort of fight against him. She believed that it wouldn't come to that though.

Zoroark appeared in the doorway, and stood there. He looked at the candle, and smiled at Emma before taking a step forward.

She looked between her legs, and, thankfully, he wasn't showing anything asides from his sheath and his balls. Emma patted the bed beside her, and Zoroark followed her directions, and took a seat.

"I'm... I'm going to brush your hair, okay?"

"Zoro!"

Emma took the brush, and gently ran it through her Pokemon's hair. It wasn't full of knots or tangles like she expected, and it was easily able to be brushed. She took the green band that tied the huge amount of hair off, and set it beside her. There was a lot of hair to brush, but, after a few minutes, both she and Zoroark were beginning to enjoy it. Every time she ran the brush down his hair, Zoroark shivered ever-so-slightly, and when Emma looked at his face, she saw that he was the picture of relaxation. His eyes were closed, eyebrows raised slightly. He was blushing, and his mouth was open a little as he breathed a bit more heavily. Emma smiled, and kept brushing the mountain of red and black hair.

After what seemed like an eternity, it was done. She slid the band back around his hair, and patted him on the back. Zoroark looked back at her, blushing heavily.

"Zoroark..." He whimpered.

"Hmm?"

He gave Emma a small peck on the cheek.

Emma giggled, and shoved him away. She didn't mean to, but apparently shoved Zoroark hard enough to knock him off the bed. The Pokemon landed on the floor with a loud whump.

"Crap, sorry buddy!" She said, laughing as she got down with him.

She helped turn him on his back, and saw the fright in his eyes. He was still blushing, and she didn't know why.

Wait...

Emma gulped and realized why. Looking down, she saw it.

His red, knotted cock was twitching between his legs. It was maybe as big as from the tip of her middle finger, to her wrist. She looked back up at Zoroark, who had buried his face in his hands.

"Zoroark..." Emma gently said, nervously looking at her Pokemon's shaft. "Did any of what the doctor say actually help you? The brushing? Music? Candle?"

"Zoro..." He whimpered, shaking his still buried face.

"Fuck..."

Emma felt this feeling in her chest, as if a tight hand was gently clasping her heart, and was a little surprised at it. Most of the time, she only felt like this when she was turned on.

Was she?

Emma didn't even consider Zoroark a sexual being up until this point. He had never done anything like this, and, while she had always known that he had a cock, but she never saw it outside of his sheath. He had always been more of a friend to her, but, well, now that she got a good look at him, at his long cock, the bulbous knot at the base and large, furry ball sack, well...

That feeling came up.

When was the last time she had had sex? Two, three years ago?

It had been so long that she had forgotten what physically being with another living being was like, but this was wrong, wasn't it? He was her Pokemon, and... well...

No good excuses were coming to mind.

He was her Pokemon. Shouldn't that mean that, if they both wanted to fuck each other's brains out, shouldn't they? It was a bit taboo, but not illegal... She knew friends of friends who did it.

Her heart was beating quickly now and Zoroark seemed to sense her confusion.

"Zoro?" He asked, holding her cheek in a hand.

"I um... uh..." Emma blushed, and Zoroark cocked his head to one side. "Is this wrong? What I want to do to you?"

Zoroark growled, and shook his head no. Emma was slightly relieved. At least he didn't mind if she did anything with him.

"And you're not just saying this to... well, be with me?"

Zoroark's response was more physical than she expected it to be. Before she even knew what was happening, his tongue was already in her mouth, rubbing against hers. It sent lightning bolts down her body, and just then, she threw everything she knew about anything regarding her feelings towards Zoroark out the window, and ran her fingers through his hair until she got a firm grip on his scalp, and pulled him in deeper. The two sparred with their tongues for a few minutes before Emma pulled away. She didn't recognize the look in Zoroark's eyes, and it scared her.

"Can we just... go a little slow?"

"Zoro..." He whispered.

Zoroark moved his arm, and leaned back. Emma got another look at his twitching member, and gulped. She was more of a spectator than a participant as her hand moved towards his knotted cock, but that dream became a reality when it connected. Zoroark stiffened, but was smiling when Emma looked at him. He nodded, and looked back down at her hand.

"Oh... Okay... Here goes it..." She didn't know why she was so damn frightened.

She momentarily put her fright deep inside her, and wrapped her hand around his stiff cock. It was warm, and oddly wet, and fit so well around the inside of her hand. She moved her hand down it, feeling it expand slightly before tapering down to the knot. That spread he hand out the point where her fingers couldn't even wrap around it. Zoroark shuttered, and quickly moved her hands upwards.

The knot was more sensitive than the rest of his cock, it seemed. She didn't want to push him, and continued to beat him off. Zoroark started to breathe a bit more heavily, and every now and again, Emma would steal a glance at him. Eyes tightly closed, biting the bottom of his red lip with his sharp teeth, and the quivers his thighs would make every so often melted her heart.

This was definitely a new way to please him, and she wished that she had done it earlier in their friendship. Precum started to leak out of the tip of his cock, and it became easier for her hand to slide up and down his quivering member. With her other hand, she took his ballsack and began to rub. She didn't have much experience in pleasing males, since the only real sexual encounters she had ever had were with other women, but it didn't take much to figure it out.

Most of what she did was based on how Zoroark reacted; he tensed up when she rubbed his knot, so she didn't touch it. If she rubbed or squeezed too hard on his sack, she knew not to do that from the whimper that came from him. Emma loved stroking his cock, it almost felt like a hand message, but it was tiring. Her forearm was getting tense each time she went up his cock, so she stopped.

Zoroark looked down at her, smiling wearily, and bucked his hips a little; he still wanted her to continue. Emma got down between his legs, and pulled them apart. He looked at her, wide eyed, wondering if she was going to suck him off. Didn't she want to go slow?

Emma grabbed his cock with her other hand, and resumed the handjob. It was a lot easier down on her knees like this and well, she loved the view. His member was so close to her, close enough to smell the musk from his precum. And there was so much, too.

When she had repositioned herself, it hadn't stopped, and before she resumed, there had been a single line in which the rest of the precum that dribbled out of his cock had followed. It made it so wild to jerk him off. Zoroark loved it especially, since he didn't have hands like Emma did, and it was evident by the amount of pleasure he felt. Each time her hand slid down his cock, it was shocking at just how much euphoria ran through him.

Emma looked up at Zoroark. He looked completely satisfied. But she wasn't. Sure, she could bring him to cum all over himself, but what would be the fun in that? Every time she felt a drop of warm, slippery precum drool out of his cock, she wondered what he tasted like.

The thought, at first, wasn't something easy to think. His canine looking cock really threw her for a loop, but... well, the more she looked, the easier it became to digest with her eyes. It was a good looking cock, but...

Aw, fuck it.

She gave his cock a small lick at the tip. It was slimy, salty, and warm, but tasted like... Him. It was his essence in the purest form she was consuming. Nothing would be the same now that she had gotten a taste of him; no matter if she regretted this when she woke up, or if she would come to regret it, she had tasted him. It was liberating.

"Zoro?" He called, his cock throbbing.

"C-can I?" Was he okay with this? Why wouldn't he be?

To her glee, Zoroark nodded, grinning. Emma looked back at his cock, his wonderful, gleaming cock, and grabbed it. Her hand slid down to his knot, but she fended his hands off. Using it as a handle, she led his cock to her mouth, and gave it another taste. Whatever feeling of unease was gone; it didn't taste good, but it was a precum soaked cock, not a breath mint. Emma licked him again and again, her tongue sliding up and down his quivering member, tracing every ridge, every line and every vein as she cleaned the precum off of him and she grew to love the taste of it. She grabbed the top of his cock, and licked around the knot and, much to her delight, felt Zoroark literally shivering at her tongue. She traced the bulbous flesh with laps and licks until it was as clean as the rest of his cock, albeit soaked in her saliva. Zoroark was squirming under her ministrations, and she felt his clawed hand in her hair, trying to tug her off of his knot.

At first, she resisted, but eventually, let him have his victory. She let him guide her mouth to his tip, and he pushed her down onto his member. A little too hard, and she ended up gagging when his knot pushed against her lips. Zoroark let go, and Emma got to work.

She grabbed his knot and started to make her way back up his shaft. Zoroark started to whimper like when he was a Zoura, and getting his immune system shots. Each time she sucked upwards, he would buck his hips and drive his cock back into her mouth, and she had to eventually hold his thighs down just so he didn't fly off into space. His cock was warm, and she could sometimes taste a bit of precum on her tongue.

Emma kept sucking, and couldn't help but smile when she felt his hands on the back of her head, gently pushing and pulling on her hair. She wondered if she was able to take his knot in her mouth, and tried to work it in, but didn't get very far. Emma wasn't a Ekans, she couldn't unhinge her jaw to take it in and she was a little disappointed at her biological cock sucking disadvantage.

Zoroark didn't seem to mind though.

From his whimpers and moans, she could tell that he was engrossed with this blowjob to the point of stupor. Emma wrapped a free hand around his member, and with plenty of room to spare, started to jerk him off as her tongue worked around his cock. Zoroark began to gently thrust his cock in her mouth, more of an unknowing reflex than anything purposeful. Each time he pushed into her, he made a small, squeaking moan, and Emma couldn't help but chuckle as best she could with a cock in her mouth.

She had never seen Zoroark like this before, and it was so worth it. Seeing him squirm. Hearing him moan and mewl. Tasting and smelling his musk with every dribble of precum. Feeling his cock ram into her mouth, her tongue pressing down on it each time, only for that pressure, that wonderful pressure of his erect cock in her mouth to be withdrawn a moment later. The warmth when he pushed it back in. Emma loved it. She loved him.

Zoroark seemed close, although Emma wasn't sure. It's not like she had ever done this before, so she didn't know the signs of a nigh hallucinatory orgasm. Each thrust brought her more and more pleasure, and Emma would have been fine with sucking him off for the rest of the night. It's not like she had plans tomorrow...

Zoroark began to whimper a bit louder, and pushed her head down on his cock. She felt it pulsing like a bad headache as he yelped, and felt a warm, wet liquid begin to fill her mouth. She began to suck on him more and more, pulling his seed out of him with her mouth as he bucked his hips with each spurt of cum that flew out of his cock. His grip was like iron, and, with his knot pressed up against her lips, she didn't have any choice but to swallow his massive load before she blew up. It didn't go down easy, and she felt a sense of dread as her mouth was quickly filled to the brim again with his cum. Before she could get this mouthful swallowed she choked on something - probably cum - and felt it go up her nose. It leaked out of her nostrils, down her lips, and onto his knot as she tried to recover.

She was somehow able to and quickly swallowed the remaining cum. Zoroark was the gift that kept on giving however, and she very soon found that her mouth was full again.

'Fuck, how much does he have in those balls?' She thought, swallowing his seed again.

Her answer was resolved quickly. Zoroark seemed finished and slightly pulled his knot from her lips, and gave her two more long, drawn out spurts. Emma pulled his cock out of her mouth, and sat back on her hamstrings as she finally was able to savor her Pokemon in a way few people did.

His cum was salty, just as she assumed it would be, but there was also an odd quality about it. When it ran over her tongue, it seemingly took her away from where she was, and brought her to a very special place she couldn't quite put her finger on. She was in her room, sure, but...

It didn't seem like it.

There were large trees around her, the floor was grass, and it wasn't dark out. She looked around, and was astonished to see a rather old Zoroark next to her. Her astonishment grew more and more when she looked around. There were Zorua around her, the children of the Zoroark? She looked down, and saw that she herself was a Zorua.

What was happening?

Before she could talk, she swallowed the cum in her mouth, and the place went away. It faded into oblivion as the seed ran down her throat, and she was back in her room, Zoroark panting on the bed, his knotted cock growing smaller and smaller with each passing second. What had just happened?

His cum left a sour taste in her mouth, and she got up to wash it down with a glass of water. When she came back into the room, Zoroark had a dreamy look on his face, and watched her as she sat down next to him.

"Um... What was that?"

"Ark?"

"When I... um... tasted you... I saw something."

"Zoroark?" He cocked his head to the side as she explained.

"Yeah, I saw an older Zoroark, as well as a bunch of Zorua. We were in a forest, and when I looked down, I was a Zorua as well."

Zoroark...

Well, she didn't know what he looked like. Confusion was as close as she could describe the emotion. He leaned back on his arms, and frowned, looking at his cock, then back at her a couple of times. Emma watched as he took a last, remaining poot of cum from his cock, and popped it into his mouth. He curiously sucked on it, swishing it back and forth like someone would mouthwash, before swallowing. He grinned, and nodded.

Emma asked what that was all about, but he just got up and walked over to her dresser. He pulled a picture of Emma with her family, back when she and Zoroark had moved out, off the dresser and brought it to her.

"This... is my family?"

Zoroark nodded, pointed to them, and then at himself. Eh?

"What?"

He frowned, and individually pointed to each family member, then back at him. It then clicked with Emma.

"That was... your family?"

Zoroark nodded, a spark in his broad smirk. He sat back down next to Emma, and leaned on her shoulder. They looked at the picture together for a bit before she set it down, and looked at him.

"How's that possible?"

Zoroark conjured up an image of the two in the palm of his hand. She remembered his PokeDex entry, since she had studied the hell out of it when she got him.

"Stories say those who tried to catch Zoroark were trapped in an illusion and punished."

Zoroark could conjure up illusions at will, so maybe his...

Maybe his cum could inadvertently do it as well?

It sort of made sense, but Emma wasn't entirely too sure she believed in it herself. What she did know was that Zoroark had been sniffing her as she thought about it, and now, she began to pay him some attention. The sweatpants that she was wearing had a slight wet spot on them, and she pulled them off a bit quickly. Zoroark backed up and let Emma have her space as she laid back on the bed, and quickly got into it with her, lying next to her.

Emma anticipated his claws on her, and hoped that they wouldn't feel bad. They were claws, after all, and they were known for being sharp. But as his hand felt around, she realized that they weren't as bad as she thought they would be. She moaned as his hand gently touched her, tickling her slit. He began to gently lick her neck as he touched her, and Emma turned on her side, and pulled his snout into her neck. As his claws gently rubbed her, she felt his kisses and licks get further and further down, until he was inside her shirt.

Emma gasped at the tongue gently flicking under her bra, running along a sensitive nipple before being withdrawn. She began to squirm as the rubbing got faster and harder, and grabbed his hand. Zoroark seemed to have a basic understanding of what to do, but was being too gentle. She began, with his hand, to rub herself harder, and in a circular motion through her panties. Now they were talking.

Emma began to moan once Zoroark got the idea and started to rub like she had shown him. She grew used to the claws that lightly rubbed her and if anything, got off on it more so than she would have if they were regular fingers. It wasn't just his hands, however, that helped Emma get off so quickly; but the feelings in her chest.

Zoroark had been a part of her life since elementary school, when he was a tiny, cute little Zorua and, even though she had always known that he was capable of something like this... This was the first time she had ever done it. It was exhilarating being rubbed by Zoroark, each rotation sent jolts and warmth through her body. Emma held onto his hand, not because she wanted to help him, but because she wanted to be with him as much as possible.

She loved him a lot more than she realized.

Zoroark's cock slowly grew outside of its' sheath, and Emma felt its warmth on her leg as she was rubbed, but she soon forgot about it. Zoroark already had his moment, and she would force him to bring her to her very own. She began to gently grind herself on his hand, being careful with those claws, but at the same time, throwing as much caution to the wind as she could.

His fingers pressed down on her as she moved into them, and the pressure caused her to moan softly. She bit her lip as she drew closer and closer to her own orgasm, but wanted to hold it off as best as possible. Hoping that it would work, she let go of Zoroark's hand, but it didn't. If anything, it encouraged him to rub faster.

She was now at his mercy as he wildly rubbed her, and started to choke up as that feeling came back into her chest. It had been so long since her last orgasm, so, so long, and his claws were so...

Present.

Emma let out a growing moan as she felt her entire body awashed with the waves of orgasmic bliss, and eclipsed his hand in hers, and rubbed faster. Zoroark let her have his hand as she climaxed, and couldn't help but smile at him in her as the spice of the orgasm surged through her. She furiously rubbed herself under her panties as everything in her body was sent into orbit, the moans of pleasure turning into screams of pure joy as every cell in her body quivered in delight.

Soon, the soft cloud she was riding up to the heavens slowed down, and she began to come back to reality. Images that were blurry soon came back into focus, but they were sharper, more defined. She looked over at Zoroark, and could see each and every individual hair on his head in a different light. Each red tip of his hair was seemingly on fire, moving in unison, but each with their own different personality. She moved her hand through them, disrupting the flow, and changing everything about them. Zoroark giggled, and pulled her hand down, and she felt it be kissed.

It was as if she had been afflicted with tinnitus, and was recovering, but the ringing that was in her ears slowly went away as she came fully back to reality. She looked over at Zoroark, and grinned from ear to ear. He looked back up at her, and smiled.

"Fuck..." She whispered. "That was amazing."

"Zoroark, zoro!" He protested, sitting up.

"Huh? What..."

Before she could say anything, Zoroark had crawled between her legs, and there was a spike in her heart rate as she saw and felt him press his snout to the wet between her legs. She quivered as he sniffed her panties, pressing her nose into them as he took his deep, sensual sniffs. He must have really enjoyed smelling her, because that was all he did for what felt like centuries.

Eventually, he looked up at her, a devious grin across his face.

She watched as he brought a claw to the bottom of her panties, and felt him cut them in half with his claw.

"Fuck!" She exclaimed.

Instantly, the devient look dropped from Zoroark's face, and he looked up at her, and then down to what he did. Emma groaned, and moved her legs away from him. She slid her favorite panties off of her legs, and looked at them. Right in half.

She shot daggers at Zoroark who, for all intents and purposes, looked remorseful.

"You coulda pulled them down." She told him, tossing the wet panties in the trash. "I'm gonna run out of underwear if that's how you get them off."

"Zoroark!" He exclaimed in sorrow.

"Ah, shove it up your rear and get back between me."

Emma giggled at what had come out of her mouth as she moved back into position. Zoroark crawled into her crotch, and smiled up at her.

"Well?" The anger was gone, now, there was only expectation.

And she got it.

Emma quivered so hard that she felt physically sick as his tongue ran from the bottom of her slit, up to the top. He parted her lips, burrowing his wet, soft tongue inside her, and gently began to rub as hard as he could on that sensitive little angel above her now wet womanhood. Zoroark gently rolled his tongue in, out, and all around her walls as he rubbed her again, and it felt a lot different from when there was a layer of protection in the form of ruined panties that seperated claw from flesh. Each rub was carefully executed to offer the highest amount of pleasure, with the least amount of pain, and it was actually scary how good Zoroark was at reading Emma. Each time she squirmed a bit harder, he would go after that specific spot for a few seconds, before finding a new one, all the while remembering the other yelp-worthy spots. He would drag his tongue up and around her spot, and it was amazing how much jolting, yet relaxing pleasure he could produce from such a small spot. Emma realized very quickly, as she was lapped at, that she should have done this much earlier.

She took his hair in her hand, and gently pushed his snout deeper inside her, until his pointed nose was up against her button, and moaned loudly. He began sniffing at her again, but with his nose pressed so tightly against her, each microscopic movement was amplified, and forced her to push him harder against herself.

Zoroark pulled away slightly and she could hear him gasping for air and let him have it. Before long, he was back down between her legs. Speaking of, she felt lazy just leaving them there. She brought them up behind Zoroark's neck, and began to pull him deeper and deeper into her womanhood, his tongue and snout making her scream loudly.

Emma felt that feeling again.

That surge of adrenaline in her chest that would bring her to her climax. It wasn't urgent like it was before, but it was the calm before the building storm; surreal, slow, and worrisome. She might faint from this orgasm, but it was a risk she was willing to take. It was a risk she needed to take. She wasn't depriving Zoroark of air for nothing, after all.

That feeling rose with each lick, each rub, each nibble, slowly building up. Zoroark, at this point, had memorized where each sensitive spot was, and began to work on each spot and area for seconds at a time before moving on to the next one. Emma was left to wonder where he would go next as she moaned in absolute lust.

Zoroark licked over to here, and rubbed there, then, back over there, but rubbed in a completely different place, bringing Emma to push his head in, which nearly threw her over as his sniffing nose was pressed tightly against her button. She began to moan his name more and more as he ate her out, and ran her fingers through his soft hair as the rogue wave of pleasure soon turned into a tsunami.

Emma screamed louder and louder until it hurt her throat, and the dykes overflew, the dam was broken, and, for the first time in her life, Emma ejaculated. She didn't know how, but she didn't care. She pulled Zoroark's snout into her womanhood as she was yanked out of this dimension, and thrown into one of pure sexual bliss. Nothing here in this mortal plane of existance could elate her any further.

Screams died into moans, moans into whimpers, and whimpers into soft, joyous sobs as she felt the warmth inside her body radiate around her. The very few times she opened her eyes, she swore that there was an aura around her, a warmth that she had never experienced before. It was beautiful.

Zoroark pulled out from her, and started to gasp for air. Emma was crying, but he should have been. He was convinced that she wouldn't have let him come up for air until she was done, problem was, she was still going and he didn't exactly take a big breath before being shoved into her.

...

It was hot, though.

Seeing his trainer sprawled out on the bed, squirming and moaning, tears running down her face. It almost gave him an erection, but he was still recovering from the blowjob.

What's this?

Emma was leaking. Zoroark tongued a bit up, and grinned. He had made her squirt. He lapped the fluid up, causing Emma to gasp as his tongue ran across her wet, pulsing slit. There was a lot to clean up, but Zoroark had nothing but time. She kept squirming, and Zoroark had to be careful not to get stuck between her legs again. He didn't know if he would be able to pull away if he was caught again. Before long, it became kind of meditative.

Cleaning his trainer.

Licking her deeper into her orgasm. Nibbling around her twitching slit. Rubbing that pearl that caused her so much pleasure. He continued along with the motions until his trainer regained consciousness.

"Wuh..." Emma murmured.

"Zoro!" Zoroark exclaimed, placing his head on her groin.

She smiled, looked down at him, and scritched behind his ears. Zoroark's eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he began to murr.

"Come up here." Emma said, pulling on his snout. Zoroark followed directions, and was soon eye to eye with his trainer. She pulled him into a deep, long kiss. "I love you, so much. You know that?" She was licked in response. Emma laughed, and pushed his head away from her.

"Zoroark..." He loved her too.

"I know it's probably wrong to do so, but..." Emma looked down. "We need to do this again. A lot more often."

"Zoroark!" The Pokemon bellowed, doing the cutest fist pump she had ever seen.

"Yeah?" She said through her laughter. "Well, okay then."

Zoroark licked her again, but she didn't pull away this time. His soft, tingling tongue slid along her face, and she smiled afterwards. She really was his.

And he was hers.