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Cinderace sighed deeply as he looked out the cloudy window. It had been raining on and off for the past week, which only made the situation he was in only feel more bleak. Cars, people, and Pokemon went about their own lives, so blissfully unaware of his imprisonment here, and he only wished that he was out there with them. To be lost in a crowd, to be going somewhere, anywhere.

For the past two weeks, Cinderace had been subjected to the sexual wrath of his first trainer, Heather. Their reunion hadn't been fluffy clouds and sparkles like he always thought it would be, instead, it was just...

Methodical.

Every morning, Heather would let him out, and she would eat breakfast in front of him. She had always given him a plate of food, of course, but Cinderace never felt the urge to eat any. After that, she would lead him to the couch, and the two would watch TV together until the afternoon. Heather would have to go off to work, and Cinderace would be recalled into his Pokeball until she got home however many hours later. Once she came home, Heather would take a shower, release Cinderace, and do all sorts of things with him until late in the night.

She'd made him penetrate her, usually, until she got off on him, but there had been a blowjob or two sprinkled in as the night wore on, just enough to keep him erect so she could go for round two. After the first night, Cinderace stopped getting off on whatever Heather did to him. Was it enjoyable?

Kind of.

Did he like it?

No.

The most humiliating thing about constantly being raped by his trainer was that she almost never let him put his furry, red shorts back on. She would recall him without them on, they'd eat breakfast, watch TV, and do anything else she wanted to do with him completely nude. Cinderace didn't mind being naked around people or Pokemon, but something about being this... revealed... it just made him feel constantly embarrassed. This wasn't to say that she wouldn't let him put them on; Cinderace could put his shorts on as much as he wanted to, but they often were pulled off within a minute of being put on.

Something about pantsing him really got Heather excited, so it was just easier not to give her that satisfaction, and leave them off.

Something else that started to concern Cinderace was the lack of exercise he got. Normally, he was an extremely energetic Pokemon. Running five miles was just a warm-up for him, but now, Cinderace didn't believe he could even run a single mile. Because he refused to eat in front of Heather, he had lost a ton of weight, as well as muscle. He could not only feel his individual ribs but see them as well, even beneath his fur.

The constant hunger that clawed at his chest, however, was worth it. He could tell that it was slowly wearing Heather down; her once beaming smile wasn't there anymore, and she almost... almost looked worried.

Good. Let her worry.

He snapped back to reality once he felt hands on his shoulders. He winced as they went up to his neck, then head, cupping his cheeks. Heather pulled his head back, and smiled down at him. Cinderace looked up, hoping that his misery was easy to read on his face, but that wasn't the case. Heather leaned down, and gave him a long, and what must have been passionate for her, kiss. He let her feel around his mouth with her disgusting tongue, and just waited for the whole thing to be over.

She eventually pulled off of him, giggling as she looked down.

"What a cutie!" She said, pinching his emaciated cheeks.

"..." Cinderace just looked up at her.

She had just gotten out of the shower and hadn't bothered to throw on any clothing, as she usually did. Her round breasts pushed against him once she had pulled him close to them. Cinderace started to whimper as he felt a hand wrap around his cock, and looked away. Heather had grown to ignore his lack of eye contact and continued to tug on his beautiful, white member.

As she expected, it quickly became hard in her hand. Heather kissed Cinderace's neck as she led him to the bed, pouncing on him once he was on his back. She pulled his face close, and gently kissed him, moaning softly as small sparks of excitement tickled her lips. Cinderace moaned gently, and pulled away from her.

"Dear Arceus, you're so cute..." She said, sitting on his belly. "It's only been a few weeks, but I feel like we've gotten so close..."

"Cinder..." Cinderace whimpered.

"Yeah, exactly!" Heather said, giggling. "Anyway, that's how I know you're not into me."

At this, Cinderace turned back, a slightly hopeful expression on his face.

"So, I got us a few toys. Maybe you don't like women in general. Maybe that's it." Heather said, giggling as she got off him. She stood to her feet, and Cinderace sat up, watching as she left the room. He heard her rustling around in a bag outside the bedroom and wondered what she meant by that. Women were his favorite thing in the world, just not her.

Cinderace looked down at his cock and frowned. Why was it so eager to get hard for her? It never took much to bring it to a complete erection, which pissed him off. Did he actually like this? Did he want it?

Heather came back into the room, holding a bunch of...

Something.

There was a metal contraption that was bent almost like a banana, with a smaller ring that ran parallel with the bottom of it. There was a red ball with some straps around it, and, finally, a large, human looking dildo. It was purple, with streaks of neon green running all around it.

Cinderace gulped, and pushed his way back to the headboard, but Heather only giggled as she drew closer. His erection had gone away at this point, much to Heather's excitement.

Cinderace struggled against her, but a sharp punch on his ribs stopped him immediately. As he gasped for air, Heather quickly led his flaccid cock into the metal contraption, and, once it was snug against his pelvis, his balls were pushed into the ring, one by one. Once they were in, Cinderace grunted in pain as it was locked shut. It held his cock firmly in place, and the squeezing ring around his balls started to hurt. He started to whimper, but Heather smirked, and shoved the red ball inside of his mouth. Cinderace's eyes opened wider as she tightened the gag, and tried not to move much. The last thing he wanted was another punch.

"How's that feel?" Heather said, laughing as she pushed on his now metal cock.

"..." Cinderace tried, but couldn't do anything but make odd gurgling sounds.

Heather giggled at his discomfort, and slowly crept down the bed. As soon as she got off of him, Cinderace tried to tug at the metal cage on his cock, but Heather was quickly upon him again. She punched him once more and, as he was gasping for air through the gag, he felt his arms being restrained by... something. Rope, maybe. Heather didn't take any chances, and he watched as she tied his ankles together as well. Once she was all done with her restraints, Cinderace simply stared at her. He watched as she got off the bed, and picked the dildo up.

It was attached to what looked like an odd pair of leather underwear. She slipped it on, and tightened it around her waist. Cinderace suddenly realized what it was for, but try as he might, he couldn't free himself from the restraints. He couldn't even try to call for help; the gag prevented that.

"I wonder what it's like to actually have one of these..." Heather said, flicking the fake cock down. She smiled as it sprang back up, and turned to look at Cinderace.

Cinderace tried to kick away from her, but Heather was a lot stronger than him, and flipped him over on his belly. He started to breathe a lot quicker, the fear finally getting to him as he heard something snap open.

Something cold was squirted onto his asshole, and he grimaced as he felt it being rubbed around. He felt her fingers push inside of him.

"Wow..." She said, amazed. "So warm..."

Cinderace heard a squelching noise as her hand ran down the fake cock, lubricating it. He started to shake as he gave himself over to whatever terror had made a home inside of him. Heather started off gently, at first. She prodded the dildo inside of his ass, gently expanding it as his muscle tried its best to accommodate its girth. Heather grabbed his ass, gently squeezing it as she pushed in some more, and smiled when she heard a groan escape from the gagged Pokemon.

"You do like this, huh?" She said, pushing the rest of the foot long dildo deep inside his asshole.

Cinderace grunted, wanting to scream in pain as the dildo pushed further and further into him. His legs were shaking as she pulled it out, and once she pushed it back in, they gave out. Heather went with him, and started to pound away at him, laughing as she got groan after groan from him. Cinderace grabbed the blanket, and pulled it close to his head, burying it inside to try to help ease the pain, but it didn't work. It had only given him something to hold onto.

He started to cry, as that was the only thing he could do as he was sodomized by the person he had once trusted more than anything else in this world.

Not too loud, however.

He didn't want to give her the satisfaction of hearing him whimper. Heather soon moved her hands to his waist, and began to pull him into the dildo as she rammed it forward. It was so odd to fuck him like this, but she was glad that she was finally able to give him what he wanted.

After one hard thrust, Heather stopped, and pulled out. Cinderace looked behind at her, but was quickly turned around. Heather untied his ankles, and led the dildo back to his asshole once his legs rested on her shoulders. Cinderace squeezed his eyes shut as it was pushed back into him, and with every subsequent push, squeezed them a bit harder.

Heather wrapped her arms around his legs as she fucked him, and smiled down at him. She looked at his cock, and was pleased to see that it had gotten harder than she had ever seen it before. It pushed against the cage on all sides, bulging out in some places. His balls were swollen, and had a red look to them.

He must be close to an orgasm...

Heather began to fuck the Pokemon with a renewed vigor, cupping his tight balls in her hand and gently squeezing them.

"It's okay, Cindy..." She said, giving them a small flick. "Just let it all out..."

She kept rubbing his balls, and pulled up and down on the cage as she fucked him, and Cinderace could do nothing but groan. Heather grinned when she saw him bucking his hips, cum spurting out, and all around his cock inside the cage. Cinderace tried to hold back his moans, but couldn't.

Somehow, this had been one of the best orgasms he had ever experienced. Each time Heather had thrusted into him, she poked something that just... set him off. He didn't even know that it was possible to get off on being fucked by a dildo, but here he was, moaning as best he could under the gag and shooting his load.

The orgasm quickly died down, however, and Cinderace was relieved to feel the dildo being pulled out of him. Heather got out from his legs, and they fell to the bed. Cinderace watched as she took the strap-on off, and let it fall to the floor.

"Good job, Cindy..." She said, rubbing his balls. "Let's get you out of that..."

She unlocked the cage around his cock, and Cinderace immediately groaned. The pressure was released, and it felt pretty good as the cummy metal slid off his cock. Heather tossed it to the ground, and laid beside him. She kissed his neck gently, and looked up at him.

"That was fun, huh? You enjoy that?" She asked, smiling.

"..." Cinderace just shook his head no.

"Aww... poor baby..." Heather said, hugging him tightly. Cinderace rolled his eyes, and waited for her to be done. She kissed him, and looked back up. "It won't happen again. Unless..." She grinned. "Unless you want it to."

Cinderace just looked back at her, and shook his head again. Heather giggled, and got back between his legs. He watched as she picked his cock up, and, yet again, got it hard in a matter of seconds.

What was wrong with him?

She must have seen how he was looking at her, and giggled.

"It wouldn't be fun if only you got off..." She said, getting above his rock hard cock.

Cinderace shut his eyes and moaned softly as she slid down his length. It hadn't felt any different from the first time she had done it, but his mind was so muddled that he perceived it to be, somehow, much better. Heather began to jump on his cock, moaning loudly as she made him fuck her. Her breasts jiggled as she slammed down on his groin, and she began to rub herself between her legs as Cinderace's cock pumped in and out of her.

Thankfully, it never took long for Heather to get off, especially once he started to fuck her even harder. It wasn't that he wanted to, he just...

Didn't want to get punched or slapped.

Heather began to moan louder and louder, softly biting her lip as she pinched her nipples. She was so... so close to what she believed was going to be a massive orgasm. Each time she felt Cinderace thrust into her, she felt it get closer and closer.

After a particularly hard series of thrusts and rubs, Heather started to moan wildly as she contracted on his cock. Cinderace grabbed her waist, and continued to fuck her, hoping that this would make her stop hitting him.

Heather stopped squirming on him as he continued to fuck her, and she told him to stop. Cinderace obeyed, and watched as she got off his wet member, and snuggled up beside him. The gag was taken off, as well as the handcuffs, and the first thing Cinderace did was rub his sore mouth. Heather snuggled up next to him, her leg over his groin as his erection slowly died down.

"Oh, Cindy..." Heather murmured, rubbing her hand on his skinny frame. "I'm so glad I found you."

"..." He didn't utter a word.

Heather sighed, and closed her eyes as she felt sleep quickly coming to her. Cindy was just so... soft. Loving. Caring. He made her feel like she had never felt before. It was wonderful.

Before she could fall asleep, however, there was a sudden realization. If she didn't put him back into his Pokeball, he would certainly try to escape. It was an awful tradeoff, because she wanted to do nothing else but cuddle with him, but she knew that he hadn't yet accepted her into his heart yet. She had to earn that from him.

She grabbed his Pokeball from the nightstand table, and pressed it against his chest. He was absorbed into the Pokeball.

Cinderace sighed deeply, and started to smile. He sat on the bed, wincing at the pain in his ass, but smiled.

He knew how to escape.

. . .

It was morning.

Cinderace had hardly slept a wink last night, even though it was dark in his Pokeball, and the bed inside it was extremely comfortable. He had been pacing back and forth inside it all night, eagerly planning and running through said plans over and over again.

Last night had been a bit odd, since he had been pegged by Heather, but she had still done something to him that she had been doing since she captured him.

She fucked him.

The only difference between last night, and every night that came before it was the fact that she had almost fallen asleep with him in her arms. Almost.

He didn't know why; maybe she had a long day, or, maybe it was because he had fucked her longer, harder, and faster than he ever had before. All that mattered, however, was that something he did tired her out.

Cinderace had been kicking himself most of the night he spent awake; why didn't he think of this before?

Heather wasn't much in terms of a monster; she just liked it rough. If she wanted it rough, he'd sure as fuck give it to her. But there was another thing. He didn't know why she had so much power over him. Was it because of the previous relationship they had? Because he felt bad? Maybe it was due to the fact that Cinderace was in complete shock the first night he had spent here, and never recovered.

Well, no more.

As soon as he was called out of his Pokeball, Cinderace smiled at Heather. She looked at him oddly, but smiled back.

"Well, good morning, I gue-"

Before she could get another word out, Cinderace ran up to her, and pulled her into a deep, loving, passionate kiss. Heather groaned, and wrapped her arms around him as they sparred with their tongues. Cinderace slowly rubbed his cock on her bare legs; she had yet to get dressed. Heather pulled off of him, giggling as she looked down.

"Someone's rearing to go today, huh?"

"Cinderace!" He exclaimed, smiling as he pushed her down on the bed.

Heather laughed, and hugged him close once he jumped on top of her. Cinderace, at this point, was already hard, and pushed against her slit as the two began to kiss again. She moaned loudly as his cock slowly stretched her walls out, and he started to fuck her.

Hard.

He put his legs into each thrust, making sure that Heather knew just how much he wanted this. Each time he met her pelvis, his balls painfully smacked against her. Heather grabbed his ass in both of her hands, pulling him into her as he fucked her. Cinderace could tell that she was already close. She was shaking all over as his rod rammed the back of her, and very soon, she let go of his ass, and pulled him into a deep kiss as she climaxed on his cock. Cinderace moaned with her, not out of an orgasmic bliss, but out of an overwhelming feeling of success.

Cinderace let her use him for the next minute as she shook. Once she stopped quivering, Heather opened her eyes and smiled.

"Wow..." She panted. "C-Cindy..."

Cinderace pulled her into a deep kiss to shut her up. He hated that name with a passion, more than anything else in this world. He pulled away from her mouth, and slid his cock out of her. She groaned, and sat up, a broad smile on her face.

"I guess I should make some breakfast... Are-are you hungry?" She asked. Cinderace nodded, smiling, and helped her up off the bed.

The smile on her face made him think back to when the two of them were much, much younger, but all it did was make Cinderace angry. Those days were over now. She was dead to him, and if he was able to escape, he would make sure never to let her find him again.

He followed her out to the kitchen, and sat down on a chair by the table. If he was honest with himself, he was glad that he was eating something. Between last night and what had just happened, he was famished. Heather finished up cooking, and brought two full plates over to the table, and sat down with him.

Cinderace quickly devoured everything on the plate. It might have been good, but he didn't care. He wasn't in the mood to savor any food that Heather made for him. As soon as he was done, Cinderace got on his knees, and walked on them until he was between Heather's legs.

"W-what are you doi... oh..." She began to moan as Cinderace ate her out.

There was nothing Cinderace wanted to do more than go back to his Pokeball, but it needed to be done. He would bring her to as many orgasms as humanly possible this day, even if it killed her.

Not a lot of skill went into eating her out. Quite frankly, it was easy to do. He found a specific spot that made her moan like crazy, and, very soon, she was panting like a Rockruff and shoving his face inside of her. Cinderace allowed himself to be used, and again, was rewarded with her moans as she climaxed for the second time this morning. He kept licking, and very soon, felt his head gently pushed away from her waist. He looked up, his mouth and face wet with her climax, and smiled.

"What has gotten into you?" She asked, frowning.

Cinderace smiled, and shrugged. He got up, and sat back down on the chair, finishing whatever scraps he left from a few minutes ago. Heather smiled, and finished her meal in silence.

When the two were done, Cinderace took the plates to the sink, much to Heather's wonder, and led her to the couch. Before she could turn the television on, Cinderace wrapped her hand in his, and set the remote down. Heather looked up at him, a small smile on her face, and he went in for a kiss.

. . .

"Oh, shit! Is that the time!?" Heather moaned, looking at the clock on the wall.

"Cinder?" Cinderace said, looking up from her waist.

"Shit, shit, shit shit!" She said, quickly getting up. It was an hour into her shift already.

Heather frantically ran around the house, getting her work clothing on and getting everything ready to go, and Cinderace got up. He took a small step forward, carefully bracing himself on the wall.

Since breakfast, he had done nothing but fuck her. Whether it was eating her out, making her climax on his erection, or just fingering her to one, that was all the two had done for four hours. He was a little light headed to say the least.

Heather was mumbling to herself as she tied her shoes, and looked up at Cinderace. He looked back, and smiled. After a few seconds of eye contact, he reached down and grabbed his cock, giving it a wiggle as he smirked. Heather's eyes were drawn to it almost instantly, and he could see her literally drooling from the sight of it.

She looked up at him, at the clock, at his cock, then back to the clock, and groaned, frustrated.

"Damn it..." She said, taking her cellphone out.

Cinderace watched as she dialed a number and called it. After a few seconds, her eyes lit up, and she began to talk.

"Hello, this is Heather. Just wanted to let you know that I'm calling out for the next few days, I was in a pretty bad car accident. If you have any questions, please give me a call." She said, hanging up shortly after that.

Heather set the cellphone down, and looked up at Cinderace. The Pokemon smirked, and, as seductively as he could, walked over to her. Heather looked up at him, and he picked her up, leading her to the bedroom.

. . .

Cinderace let out a low, explosive moan as he shot his load deep into her. It was the fourth time today he had done so, and somehow, it was still as powerful as the first. Once he felt done with her, he pulled out, and laid next to her. Heather was panting, and sweating like crazy as she recovered. She, as well as the bed, were soaked in their juices, and even now, cum leaked out of her pulsing, swollen slit.

Fourteen times.

It was crazy to think that someone could climax fourteen times in a single day, and even crazier to think that he could do it to her, but he had. Fourteen times. Wow.

It was late in the evening.

The sun had set a long time ago, and as the day wore on, he could see that Heather was becoming more and more exhausted. Cinderace, however, didn't feel this way. He was ecstatic that she was now snuggling beside him, her hand around his neck as she kissed his chest.

It was almost time.

Cinderace pulled her close to him, wrapping an arm and a leg around her, and pulled her head into his chest. Heather said something about always loving him?

Who knows, he wasn't paying attention.

His eyes were on his Pokeball resting on the bedside table. So close that he could touch it, yet... Now wasn't the time.

He heated up his fur with the fire that raged on inside him and covered her with a blanket.

"Wait..." She said, sounding half asleep. "You have to go back in-"

Cinderace kissed her, and that was the end of that. Heather buried her face in his warm chest, and he very quickly heard her go to sleep.

It worked...

Cinderace smiled, his eyes glued to the Pokeball on the table as Heather fell deeper and deeper into dreamland. His heart was racing; if he was honest with himself, Cinderace was quite nervous. What if she woke up?

He kept thinking about what he would do as the night wore on. His eyes started to droop when Heather moved. Instantly, he sprung into action. She wasn't on him anymore, and he carefully, silently rose out of the bed.

During the day, he moved them all around the room to see where the floorboards would creak and now that the time came, he easily avoided any such boards. He carefully, step by step, made his way over to the night stand, and grabbed his Pokeball. Heather was facing him, but was softly snoring away as he grabbed it.

Victory had never felt so amazing...

Cinderace walked over to the dresser, and grabbed his folded up shorts. Setting his Pokeball on the dresser, he got his shorts on when an icy spike was jammed into his heart.

There was a large crash as his Pokeball fell to the ground. Cinderace froze when he heard Heather stirring on the bed. He looked back to see her looking back at him.

"C-...Cindy?" She said, frowning. "What are you doing?"

She got up off the bed quicker than he thought she would, but he was quicker. Cinderace grabbed his Pokeball and booked it out of the room. Heather was in close pursuit, but he grabbed a chair as he ran past her and flung it down. He heard the end result of a trip, a sickeningly wet crunch once she collided with the floor. He himself nearly fell to the ground as the door was almost pulled off of its bolts and ran out into the hallway, Pokeball pressed closely against his chest. Heather recovered quickly, and yelled after him as he ran down the hallway to a red "EXIT" sign. Cinderace burst through the door, and quickly shut it behind him, leaning back on it so Heather wouldn't be able to open it.

She smashed against the door with an immensely powerful force, and it almost knocked him over, but he recovered quickly and held it firm. Heather screamed at the top of her lungs as she bashed on the door, demanding Cinderace let her in.

Where to now?

Before Cinderace could make up his mind, someone quickly ran up the stairs, and looked at the Pokemon. The burly man only had a flight to go before he was beside him. The two looked at each other for a few seconds before Cinderace made his move. He wasn't sure if the man would help him or not, but didn't want to take the chance. As Heather barreled into the door again, Cinderace opened it and jumped out of the way.

Much to his pleasure, Heather sprinted into the stairwell, and couldn't stop before she slammed into the wall.

She collapsed, holding her nose as red blood came gushing out of it.

The burly man exclaimed something in horror, and quickly made his way up the stairs, but Cinderace was already a floor above him when he got to Heather. Cinderace dashed up the steps, hearing that Heather had already recovered, and that she, as well as the man, were both now after him. At the top of the stairwell, there was a door that led outside. Cinderace dashed through it, and shivered at the night air as he took in his surroundings. He was on the tallest building around him, and any which way he turned, there was no way to make it to another roof of another building without killing himself.

He was trapped.

The door burst open, and his naked trainer, as well as the random stranger, came running out. Cinderace only held his Pokeball tighter to his chest as he was cornered, and almost tripped over the edge.

"Please, Cindy!" Heather begged, the blood from her nose running down her naked body.

The look in her eyes spelt death, however. She was putting on a good performance for this man, whoever the hell he was, but he knew that, if she got ahold of him again, she would probably never let him out of the Pokeball.

The Pokeball he was now holding...

Cinderace looked down at it, then quickly back up at the two. He gulped, and stepped up onto the ledge. Heather began to scream in sadness and fury as the burly man tried to talk him down from it. He told Cinderace that he had so much to live for, yadda yadda yadda...

The Pokemon took a deep breath, and jumped.

He laughed as he saw Heather nearly fling herself off the building after him, but was caught by the burly man at the last second. Wind was whipping all around him, but it didn't matter. His life slowly flashed before his eyes as he fell; the moment he had been picked by an eager, happy, young Heather. The first battle the two had. The first time they had camped together. Battling gym leaders. Evolving into a Raboot. Being abandoned by her. Surviving on his own. Finding his new trainer, and Char. The virginity he lost to the dragon. Swimming with Karia...

Karia's eyes were the last thing he saw as he pressed his Pokeball tight against his chest. Red. Beautiful. Full of life.

. . .

There was a knock at the door.

Char looked up from the TV just before a large, brown animatronic bear jumped up and shook the screen. He looked back at it and grimaced. One more night and he would have beaten the damn game. Who was even knocking at this hour? His trainer was asleep on the bed, snoring away, and he himself was going to join him in bed after he had finished the game, but no... no that would have been too easy.

Char tossed the controller down, and got up, already pissed off at Karia. He knew it would be her at the door; she had come by the past week to bitch and moan about Cinderace, and he had gotten tired of it. What didn't she understand? He left. He wasn't interested in her, or them. He decided to live on his own again.

"Yes?" He asked grumpily as he swung the door open. He looked down, and his heart melted, much to his annoyance. Karia was many things, but she mostly was adorable and when she was crying like this...

Well...

"C'mon in." He said, standing aside.

"Thanks..." Karia sniffled, looking around. "He still isn't back?"

"Nope." Char said, walking back to the couch and sitting down.

"Can't we go look for him? You can fly!" Karia said, walking over to him. "We'd find him in no time!"

"Nope." He pushed the controller, and the game started again.

"Why not?" Karia begged, smacking the controller out of his hands.

Char shut his eyes and took a deep breath, pulling his hands into fists. What didn't she understand? He rose to his full height, and looked down at Karia. He was almost two feet taller than her. The flame on his tail grew a bright shade of blue as he started to speak.

"The rabbit found his trainer over two weeks ago. You can say that he was Pokenapped as much as you want, but I won't believe you." He said, crossing his arms. "Cinderace stayed with us for a few days, and then found his trainer."

"That's not true!" Karia exclaimed, stomping her foot. Char furrowed his brow.

"I'm sorry you don't believe so. But, Karia..." Char said, resting a hand on her shoulder. "We've been over this a thousand times. I've been there for you whenever you needed me, I've listened to your wack-job theories about why he was..." Char grimaced, "pokenapped... but enough is enough!"

Karia looked up at him, tears quickly running down her face.

"He's gone. It was nice while he was here, but he wasn't here for a long time." Char continued. Karia started to sob, and hugged Char.

"What the fuck..." The trainer said, sitting up.

Char met his eyes, and the trainer shook his head, swore, and fell back down onto the futon. Karia kept sobbing, but Char pulled her off of him.

"Go home, Karia." He said as he led her to the door. "It's late. It isn't right to be obsessing over someone like him this late."

"But I just... miss him so much!" She whined, wiping the snot from her snout.

"I do too. But you have to appreciate the real time you had with him, not the fake time the two of you could have had." Char said, giving her one last hug. "It's not healthy."

"And you should talk about being healthy!" Karia retorted, frowning. "All you do is play video games!"

"And?" Char asked, raising his eye ridges.

"And it's bad for you!"

"Oh well. Goodnight, Karia." Char said, shutting the door as he walked back inside the house.

He heard her walk away as he made his way to the futon. The trainer was hogging up most of it, and he gently rolled him over and joined him.

Why would Karia want to take this away from Cinderace? Having a trainer was wonderful.

Still, though... He could have said goodbye.

. . .

Cinderace groaned as he laid upon the sidewalk.

His Pokeball had shattered into two pieces upon the impact, effectively releasing him from the clutches of it. He got up, a little dazed, but alive. Cinderace felt all around his body for anything broken, and was thankful to feel no sharp pains anywhere. It had been a close call, though. If he was a second late recalling himself, he would have been a stain on the sidewalk instead of a Pokemon.

His spirits soon became more and more uplifted as he realized what he had accomplished. He was alive. He escaped Heather. He was free...

Cinderace screamed in victory, which weirded out any passers by, but what the fuck did he care about them? He quickly scooped up his broken Pokeball, and ran down the street with it clutched to his chest like it was a baby.

The city was large, however.

For every street he turned down into, there were ten others along it that he could veer off into. Cinderace felt the strain of the exercise on his body, and quickly took a break, panting like he never had before. There was a sharp pain in his chest, and he didn't know why, but it hurt to breathe. After a few minutes of panting, Cinderace walked out onto the street, and looked around.

He recognized nothing, but at least he was in a well off neighborhood. There were a lot of shops, most of which were closed, and a few groups of people and their Pokemon out and about, and an occasional car drove past the empty street. Where was he?

Cinderace looked down the street, and smiled when he saw a small, red roofed building with a Pokeball for a logo.

A Pokemon Center.

Cinderace made his way to it, being careful not to get hit by a car as he crossed the street. As he approached the double doors, he began to get a little nervous. What if they returned him to Heather? What would they think about his broken Pokeball?

He thought more and more about what they might do, and was so enveloped by his worry that he didn't even hear the doors slide open.

A soft hand was placed upon his shoulder, and he jumped back, screaming his name from the fear that the touch brought to him.

"It's okay!" A voice called.

Cinderace looked at the source, and breathed easier. It was a nurse. She had light green, shoulder length hair, round glasses, red lipstick, and wore typical Pokemon Center scrubs.

"I'm not gonna hurt you." She said, holding her hands out.

"Cinder-...ace?" Cinderace asked, looking down.

"Are you hurt? You were standing outside the doors, and I couldn't just ignore you." She asked, walking a bit closer.

"Cinderace!" Cinderace exclaimed, shaking his head.

"You look... thin." She said, poking at his ribs. "It would make sense for you to be this thin if you were wild, but... then why are you holding a Pokeball?"

"..." Cinderace looked down, and gulped. He hid the broken Pokeball behind himself, and looked up at the nurse.

"Did... your trainer smash it?" She asked, a bit puzzled.

Cinderace looked down, then nodded.

"Huh...I see..." She said, sighing. "Well, let's get you in here."

She put a hand on his shoulder, and led him into the Pokemon Center. Cinderace was a little shocked at how it felt like he could escape from her grip, but at the same time, couldn't. She led him to the counter, and called the Chansey that was on duty. The large pink Pokemon came out from the double doors, along with a small Happiny that bounced beside her. Chansey gave Cinderace a once-over before turning to the Nurse.

"Make sure Cinderace here is all set. I don't really know anything about him, so I'm depending on the two of you." She said, smiling down at the two.

"You got it, boss!" Happiny said, cheerfully looking over Cinderace.

"Hey, c'mon now, who's training who?" Chansey scolded as the nurse walked away.

"S-sorry." Happiny looked down.

"Sorry about that. You don't mind if she tags along?" Chansey asked, turning to Cinderace.

"N-no... Quite frankly, I don't even know if I should be here." Cinderace explained, nervously shifting his weight between his feet.

"Why's that?"

"I um..." Cinderace looked down at the Happiny.

"What is it?" Chansey asked, waving her arms to get his attention.

"I just... there's a lot of stuff that happened, and I don't want to scare the kid." Cinderace explained.

"She's gonna have to learn one way or another." Chansey said, patting the young Pokemon's head. "She may be young, but she knows a lot about what goes on between Pokemon and their trainers."

"Um..."

"Follow me," Chansey said, walking past the double doors. "Let's get you somewhere a bit more... Private."

Cinderace nodded, and followed her and Happiny. He was led into a room with an examination bed, chair, scale, sink, and an array of medical instruments. Chansey directed him to the chair instead of the bed, and pushed a seat beside him as he sat down.

"So, what happened?"

"..." Cinderace looked at the Pokeball in his hands. Should he tell them what happened?

"Don't worry. We won't do anything you don't want to do." Happiny chimed in, sitting on the bed.

"Like what?" Cinderace asked, looking between the two.

"Give you back to a trainer. You're holding that Pokeball quite close." Happiny said. A glare from Chansey shut her up real quick, however.

"Well..." Cinderace began, not sure where to begin.

. . .

"And that's how I came to be here." Cinderace finished up as he stroked the Happinie's ponytail thing. About halfway through explaining his story, she had jumped up onto his lap, and there she stayed.

"That's..." Chansey stammered off, looking at the ground. "I've heard of Pokemon and their trainers..." She looked up, and then back down. But never that."

"Y-yeah. So what happens now?" Cinderace asked, setting Happiny down.

"D-do you want us to examine you to make sure you're alright?"

"I'm fine."

"Alright. I assure you, you are safe here." Chansey told him, smiling. "Even if Heather comes here, I won't allow her to take you."

"Really?" Cinderace said, his eyes lighting up. "That... Thank you!"

Chansey just smiled, and looked at his broken Pokeball.

"What are you going to do with that?"

"Throw it away? I don't know."

"We could repair it here, if you wanted. It's not safe for a Pokemon to walk around without being registered to a Pokeball."

"I... eh..." Cinderace looked down at the device. "What... what do you think?"

"We can fix it, and keep it here if you want." Chansey explained. "That way, you'll still be registered, but you won't have to deal with lugging it around."

"If I agree... Will-will you put me back in it?"

"Only to make sure it works. You'll be out in a second."

"Uh..." Cinderace looked at the Pokeball, trailing off a bit. He really didn't want to spend even that amount of time inside the ball, and worry clung at his chest with its icy sharp claws. What if they recalled him, and Heather came in at that second and demanded the Pokeball? What if they never let him out? He just couldn't take that risk, as much as he wanted to.

"N-no..." He shook his head. "Please, no."

"Well... Okay." Chansey said, a tinge of disappointment in her voice. "We can still feed you and offer you a bed for the night, then."

"I'd like that very much." Cinderace said, smiling.

The three of them got up and out of the room. Chansey told her assistant-in-training to bring Cinderace to the guest room, and walked back to the lobby of the Pokemon Center, most likely to talk to the Nurse. Happiny had an odd walk, he noticed. It was almost like she wasn't as affected by gravity as he was. It was weird.

He followed the Pokemon down the hall and to the right, and at the end of that hall, there was a room that he was led into. Inside was a single bed, a dresser, and a door that led to a bathroom. It was small, definitely quaint, but cozy at the same time. Happiny turned to him, and smiled as he sat down on the bed.

"I'll bring some food back for you in a flash!"

"O-oh, thanks!"

With that, she hopped out of the room, and Cinderace was finally...

Alone.

He looked around the dreary room, taking note of everything that was inside. The waste bin in the corner was something that he hadn't seen upon first glance. It was empty, with a tight fitting liner inside it. Upon further examination, he saw that there was a roll of spare trash bags under the clear liner. Once he saw everything he needed to see from the bin, he opened all the drawers on the dresser.

Nothing but dust bunnies.

He shut them with a huff, and walked into the bathroom. There was a large, white toilet, a shower and tub combo, and a small faucet that jutted out of the wall to wash your hands with. He looked at himself above the sink, and stared deeply into his red-orange eyes, and just... spaced out.

Was he still the same Pokemon he was the last time he looked into a mirror?

Had he since been replaced by a clone, or something worse? Now that he looked a bit harder, his eyes didn't seem to be as... full as they once were. His vibrant red hair had dimmed a little bit, and he just seemed...

Wrong.

Cinderace took a deep breath, and washed his face off. What was he thinking? He was a different Pokemon? Nah. He was the same as he always had been.

There was, unfortunately, nothing inside of the room to entertain himself with. No toys, or video games...

Char liked playing video games. He wondered if the large dragon still sat in front of the television for hours on end trying to beat them. Probably.

Cinderace laid down on the bed, and looked at the wall.

'Did you like Heather?'

'Huh?' He thought. 'No, I didn't.'

'But you got off on her.'

'And?'

'I didn't know Pokemon could get off on people they didn't like.'

'What do you know? You weren't there!'

'I am you. I lived through that just as much as you did.'

'I guess that's true. Do I like her?'

'Well, you did get off on her, and today was certainly...'

'Good?'

'I was gonna say awesome, but yes, good works.'

'I don't know, though.'

'What don't you know? That you enjoyed eating her out? That each time you shot your load deep into her dripping wet pussy, you enjoyed it?'

'N-no...'

'So what is it then?'

'I just...'

'What?'

'...'

'You know you enjoyed it.'

Cinderace started to cry, turning around and hugging the pillow as he slowly lost control of himself. Did he enjoy it? Did he want it? Had it been a mistake to leave Heather? To even think of leaving? He tightened his grip on the pillow, burying his waterworks and shivering from both fear and anger.

There was a knock at the door.

Cinderace flinched, and turned to it.

"It's open!" He exclaimed.

He didn't know how, but Happiny was the one who opened the door. She wasn't tall enough to even reach the handle so... How?

She bent down and picked the tray of food up, and walked over to the bed.

"Oh... Are you alright?" She asked, looking almost uneasy.

"I am now. That looks really good." Cinderace said, taking the tray from her and sniffling.

"Y-yeah. It is! Chansey made it herself!" She said, forcing herself to lighten up.

"Alright. Can't wait to eat it then." He said, then, "You need anything else?"

"Do I?" Happiny said, giggling. "I think I'm supposed to ask you that..."

"Do you have anything I can..." Cinderace looked down, grabbing an ear and running his hands down it. "P-play with?"

"Huh? O-oh, this room is kind of..."

"Boring."

"Yeah! There aren't many toys here though... maybe..." Happiny looked down, and smiled. "Here!"

She took whatever that thing in her chest was, and held it in her outstretched hands. Cinderace took it, and was surprised to feel that it was a lot heavier than he expected it to be. It looked like a Pokemon egg, minus any markings, and was extremely smooth.

"What is it?"

"It's a rock!"

"O-oh..." Cinderace said. That explained the weight. "Why are you carrying a rock around?"

"Well..." Happiny shifted her weight between her feet and looked down. "When I see the egg in Chansey's pouch, I guess I get a little jealous. So, I found that rock, and put it in instead."

"O...kay?" He set the rock down, and smiled. "Well, thanks, Happiny!"

"Mhmm!" She said, returning the smile and walking out of the room. "If there's anything else you need, let me know, okay?"

"Alright." Cinderace called after her.

Well, it was something, he guessed. He sighed, and ate the dinner. It was... alright. Not the best he'd ever had, but he did wolf down the entire plate in a minute. Not eating much for these past few weeks really took a lot out of him. Once he was done with the plate, he set it down, and hiccuped. Drowsiness started to overtake him, and he laid back on the bed. After a great yawn, he turned over, and somehow, for the first time in a long time, sunk into a deep, dark sleep, where nothing could get to him, nothing could hurt him, and nothing could even touch him without his permission.

. . .

When Cinderace awoke, it didn't feel like the morning. He got up and yawned, stretching his sore muscles as his brain started to work. After relieving himself, he looked out at the sky, and was surprised to see that the sun was in the middle of the sky. It was noon, not the morning.

He walked over to the bed, and frowned.

The plate was gone, and his Pokeball was there. It looked almost new; polished to a shine, dent free, and, what scared him most of all, functional. He gulped, and was just about to touch it when there was a knock on the door.

With his heart beating a mile a minute, he opened it, and looked out.

It was Chansey, looking back up and smiling.

"H-hello?" He said.

"Hello, Cinderace. Do you mind if I come in?"

"S-sure."

He opened the door wider, and the Chansey strolled in. She made her way to the bedside table, set a plate of food down, and turned.

"You saw the Pokeball?"

"Y-yes. I thought I said not to touch it, though."

"Sorry, the Nurse demanded we fix it. It works now, and we did catch and release you while you were knocked out."

"I-I wasn't..." Chansey smiled, which made him frown. "You drugged me?"

"Well, not me. The Chansey that helped you yesterday is a different one. I'm the morning shift aide." This new Chansey explained.

"Uh-huh." Cinderace frowned, and walked to the table. "When can I go?"

"Any time you want. I assume you have somewhere to go?"

"I do. I just... Don't know how to get there."

"We'll find out, don't worry." Chansey said, smiling. "We have a resident here that's good at finding homes for lost Pokemon. But you worry about that later. Eat up."

Cinderace obeyed her, and she left the room, leaving him to his thoughts. The breakfast was a lot better than the dinner last night was, but he ate it a bit slower than the last meal. When he was done with it, he picked his Pokeball up, and walked out of the room. He walked up and down the halls trying to find Chansey, and, luckily, didn't have to look for a long time.

She was attending a Pokemon whose arm was in a cast. Cinderace waited patiently for her to finish up with him, and told her that he was ready to talk to whoever could help him reunite with the trainer. He wished he knew a name, but...

As it was, all he knew was that Char was his starter.

And... he worked with someone who owned Karia... and... Karia had said when the two were in the cave together that he was a landscaper, that's why she knew Sunny Day. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that he did know a bit about his new trainer and his boss.

Chansey brought him into a room with a table, and two chairs. Sitting in one of them was an Alakazam, his spoons floating through the air as he wrote on a piece of paper.

"Zam?" Chansey called, poking his shoulder. Alakazam turned around, and looked down at the two.

"Yes?" He sounded old, ancient, almost, and smelled like an old book collection that had been left in a room on a hot, sunny summer day.

"Cinderace here needs you to find someone." She said, pulling out a seat for Cinderace to sit in. She beckoned him over as Alakazam watched, and gently pushed him towards the Pokemon. "I'll leave the two of you alone."

"Thank you, dear." Alakazam said, smiling at her as she left. "Now, my malnourished friend, you've been separated two weeks from your new trainer, can you describe where he lives?"

"W..."

"I hate bragging, but I have an IQ of five thousand." Alakazam said, chuckling. "I know pretty much everything, I just need information to piece what I know together."

"O-okay..." Alakazam was pretty scary. "I don't know much, but what I do know is that he works for a landscaping guy."

"A business?"

"I think so. They had lots of equipment."

"Alright, what else?"

"He lives with his boss."

"You seem to know more about his boss than you do your own trainer."

"Well... they worked a lot. I only lived with him for a couple of days."

"I didn't say that that was a bad thing. Describe your trainer's boss more."

"Um... His name was Jacob, I think?"

"Any Pokemon?"

"Yeah! A Lucar-"

"All right, so the person you're talking about is Jacob Aarons. He owns Precise Cuts, and has owned it since he graduated high school. He has ten employees on record, but submitted paperwork for a Silas H. Thomsen, who I assume is your trainer? Mr. Thomsen owns a Charizard, and was just released from prison a week ago, sounds familiar?"

"..." Cinderace gulped. How did he know all th-

"IQ of five thousand."

Okay, this is ridiculous, was he in his thoughts or someth-

"I am also a psychic type. Yes, I am."

"Dear Arceus..." Cinderace said, gulping.

"I was right, wasn't I?"

"Silas H. Thomsen..." Cinderace said, digesting the name of his new trainer. "Y-yeah, obviously."

"According to the reports his parole officer filed, he lives with Jacob Aarons. Is this correct?"

"Yeah." Cinderace said, a bit shook.

"Take my hand, Cinderace."

Cinderace didn't offer up any potential arguments; he took the damn Pokemon's hands. He felt odd, like he was being twisted inside and out, and slammed his eyes shut. It felt like an eternity, but once he opened them, he gasped.

He was home.

Cinderace looked up at Alakazam, who was smiling as the sunlight beamed down on his skin.

"Where... how..."

"Teleport."

"How did you know where he lived though?"

"IQ. Five thousand. I know this world inside and out." Alakazam explained, smiling.

"That's terrifying."

"Maybe for you." He turned, but before he could leave, Cinderace grabbed his arm. He looked down, an eyebrow raised. "Yes?"

"C-can you thank everyone for me?" He asked.

"I will. Is there anything else?"

"Um... Just for laughs, what's the meaning of life?"

"Ha!" Alakazam laughed, grinning at Cinderace. "There isn't just one meaning for a life. One could dedicate themselves to helping the poor and downtrodden, while another could steal and harm the same people. Life is what you make it, not what you believe was given to you. Choose your own path, and, whether it be good, whether it be evil, that is the meaning of your life."

And with that, he was gone.

Cinderace shrugged, and turned around, breathing deeply.

This was it.

The moment he had been waiting for since he had been abducted weeks ago. It seemed like so long, but... here he was. Home.

He walked up to the door, and knocked on it. There wasn't an answer after a few seconds, so he knocked again. And again.

Finally, the door swung open.

It was Char.

At the sight of him, Cinderace immediately broke down, and dashed into him, hugging him tightly as he sobbed.

"Oh... Woah..." Char said, a little taken aback. "Decided to come back?"

"I never wanted to leave the two of you!" Cinderace exclaimed, hugging even tighter. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"

"It's uh... Okay. What happened?" Char asked, pulling Cinderace away.

"Can we go inside?" Cinderace squeaked.

Char nodded and the two walked inside of the house. It was refreshingly cool inside, thanks to the air conditioner, and he was glad to see that it hadn't changed much since he had been here. The futon was barren, no sheets, blankets, or anything. Char looked like he had sat on the couch most of the time, go figure, and overall, the place looked clean.

Char made the futon into a couch, and sat down on it, patting next to him. Cinderace sat down, his legs hanging off the futon as he leaned back on it.

"So, what happened?" Char asked.

"Do you remember when I told you about my last trainer?"

"Yes?"

"She found me again."

"Oh, shit... So she wasn't lying." Char said, color draining from his face.

"Who?"

"Karia. I was under the impression that she was lying, since you told me that you were a wild Pokemon, essentially."

"Well... I wasn't entirely honest."

"Go on."

"I ran away from her. Heather, that is." Cinderace didn't feel right saying her name. It made him feel... dirty. "My old trainer."

"And she kept your Pokeball around?"

"Yeah."

"And recalled you."

"Yes." A tear formed in the corner of his eye. He wiped it away before continuing. "She did a lot of um..." He shivered, "bad. Bad things to me."

"How bad?"

"I... just... bad."

"All right. I won't push you to talk about it. How'd you come back to us though?"

"Oh. I um... escaped her." Cinderace said, holding his Pokeball up. "Threw myself off the building, recalled myself, and then ran away with this once it broke."

"What then?"

"I kept running and running, but eventually, I guess I got a little tired, and stopped. I found a Pokemon Center, and stayed there for the night." Cinderace explained, fingering the Pokeball. "After I woke up, an Alakazam teleported me home."

"Quite an adventure, I must say." Char said, leaning back on the futon.

"Not a good one."

"Yeah. Anyway, can you go talk to Karia? She's been getting all over me to help find you and um... It's getting old." Char said, crossing his arms.

"Oh..." Cinderace said, grinning. "Karia..."

"Yeah. Go get her, loverboy."

Cinderace smiled widely, and playfully punched Char before getting up. He raced to the door and flung it open, but before he could dash out, Char called to him.

"What?" Cinderace asked, turning.

"I'm uh... I'm glad your back. I bet Si will be as well." Char softly said, smiling.

Cinderace grinned back, and raced away. He was still out of shape, but that didn't matter now. The house Karia resided in was so close, he could almost smell her. He dashed up the stairs, and pounded on the door rapidly, his heart racing a mile a minute. Someone screamed for him to stop from the inside, and he complied, bouncing on his heels as he waited for a response.

"Yes?!" A woman exclaimed once she swung the door open.

"Cinderace!" Cinderace exclaimed, radiating happiness with his smile.

"Oh, you're back!" She said, pinching his cheeks. "Glad to see you!"

"Cinder! Cinderace!" He said, looking inside the house.

"Alright, calm down!" She laughed, and put an arm on his shoulder. "Karia! You have someone here for you!"

Cinderace smiled, and kept bouncing on his heels, even with the lady holding him down. There was a loud crashing noise in the house, and Cinderace laughed as Karia jumped down the long stairwell, and ran to him. The lady backed off as Karia shoved past her and embraced Cinderace so hard that the two almost fell off the entryway together. She began to cry as she squeezed him tighter than he had ever been squeezed before. Cinderace hugged back, breathing her scent in deeply, and slightly moaned.

"Oh... how touching!" The woman said, placing a hand over her chest as she leaned on the doorway. "I'll give you love birds some space."

With that, she left. As soon as she did, Karia looked up, and immediately kissed Cinderace. Butterfree's flew around in his stomach as their lips met, and he quickly pulled her in for more and more. Each second that went by felt like a year for him, and it only got better once he started to prod into her mouth with his tongue.

It was warm, and very wet inside her mouth. Her tongue recoiled as he brushed it but quickly met his, and lightning bolts were sent down his spine. He wanted more of her, and pulled her closer than she was before. Everything about her enthralled him; her scent, the kiss they shared, the way she pressed against him...

She was the one to pull off, however.

Cinderace looked at her as she gasped for air, and was grateful for the air that he breathed as well, especially since it smelled like her. She took his hand, and led him to the steps, where the two sat together.

"I knew you didn't leave..." She said, kissing his hand.

"Aw, don't worry about Char. He's kinda lazy."

"Yeah!" Karia said, snorting. "To say the least."

"Well..." Cinderace said after a few seconds of blissful silence. "I'm glad to be here with you."

"Really?"

"Yes. You were all I could think about while I was..." He blushed and looked down. "Away."

"It's okay." Karia told him, kissing him again. "You can tell me later."

He rested his head on her shoulder as they watched nothing in particular. For Cinderace, he was just glad to be in her presence. Every second spent with her was worth more to him than spent anywhere else. He brought her hand up, and kissed it just like he had when the two had first met. It felt like so long ago, but somehow, only two weeks had passed.

He was going to enjoy this life spent with her, Char, and Silas, that much he knew for sure.

. . .

The End

. . .

Prologue

"C'mon, silly! Did you forget how to walk or something?"

"It's... just dark!"

"Stop complaining, we're almost there!"

"Okay..."

Cinderace followed Karia as best he could, but even with her holding his hand, he struggled to keep up. It wasn't his fault, the cave was covered in a blaky ink that restricted his view to a foot ahead of him!

Finally, he was led to the wide open space that he had been to with Karia not two weeks prior. He looked away this time as she used the move Sunny Day, and was glad he did. The resulting ball of light that she flung up to the top of the cave was twice as bright as the last one. He moved his arms away from his eyes, and looked around for Karia.

She was gone.

She wasn't in the pool of cave water, she wasn't in front of him, or on either side of him...

Cinderace gasped as he felt her kiss his neck from behind, his arms instinctually rising to his chest from the fright. He turned around, smiling down at Karia, and led her snout up to his mouth, and kissed her again and again and again. The two of them walked over to a small clear spot of ground, and he gently took her in his arms, and carefully manuvered the two of them to the ground.

Once they laid together, he wrapped a hand around the back of her head, and pulled her in for another kiss. He began to explore her mouth again, his tongue tracing her sharp teeth as they brushed against him. As the two kissed, Cinderace slowly felt around her body, her soft, wonderfully soft cream-colored fur belly, her slim waist, and finally, in between her legs. Karia whimpered softly as she felt him poke around down there, and smiled, pulling away from his mouth. She herself felt him; that odd golden crown, his shaggy, scrawny chest, and down to his shorts.

Cinderace shivered when he felt her paw reach down and grasp his member, but kept rubbing her. The small, frighteningly wet slit felt better than anything he had ever touched before, but he had to stop after she began to tug on him.

"Let's get you out of these..."

Karia pulled the shorts down to his ankles, and grabbed the growing eye-candy again, gently pulling up on it. Cinderace propped himself up on an elbow, and smiled as he watched Karia, the love of his life, jerk him off for the first time. His cock was rock hard as she stroked, and every second she touched it, it only seemed to grow harder. He kicked the shorts off of his ankles, and smiled down at her.

"What... what do you want to do?" He asked, giving her a soft kiss afterwards.

"I have a few ideas..."

Karia got on her knees, and turned around so that her slit was close to his face, and his cock in turn, was close to her mouth. Cinderace gulped as he grabbed her leg, gently laying his head on her thigh. He groaned, feeling his member slip into the Lucario's soft, wet mouth, and didn't do much for a while. The warm snout fit his cock perfectly; he could feel the roof of her mouth, and his cock squished her tongue down more than he expected it to. Karia eventually pressed her other leg on his head, and pulled him into her slit. Cinderace smiled, getting the message, and gave the wet folds a small lick. He was instantly enamored with everything about her, from the way it smelled, to how it tasted. Each time he went in to lick her, he came back satisfied, but that craving of his tongue on her pussy quickly came back for him, and he had no choice but to return to her.

He grabbed Karia's head with his own thighs, and rolled himself on top of her. It was much easier to do what he needed to do to her in this position. He dipped a tongue into her the next time he slid it across her slit, relishing the groan she gave as he explored her depths. Cinderace began to push his cock slowly into her mouth, and pushed his head further into her groin. Karia moaned loudly, and started to suck on his cock a bit harder, delving deeper and deeper onto his shaft. He began to push down gently with both of his hands on her slit, sucking gently on her clit. He smiled when he heard a choked moan from her, but moaned like a young Scorbunny himself when he felt her gently bite down on his tip.

Karia started to gently roll Cinderace's balls around in her hands as she took more and more of his cock into her mouth. She licked up his iron rod of a shaft as he thrusted it into her mouth, and groaned as it hit the back of her throat after an unusually hard thrust. After another hard thrust, she pulled his cock out of her mouth, and choked down any lingering saliva.

"Time out for you..." She said.

Cinderace wondered what she meant by that, but smiled once he felt her give a long, cupping lick on his ball sack. He kept licking at her, and started to slowly push into Karia with a couple of fingers. Every moan she gave him was a personal victory, and it was what he strived for most of all as he ate her out. Once he had made her groan a couple more times, Cinderace lifted his waist, and brought his cock back into the warm embrace of her mouth. He whimpered as it surrounded him, enjoying how perfectly she sucked on it. How her lips so gently sealed around his cock, pressing into it in such a way that he felt every single microscopic movement; from quivering as he slowly pushed it in, to the relief, the lax that overtook them when he pulled out. He felt his balls slowly mold around her nose once his pelvis met her snout, and how they gently kissed the wet, leathery organ as he pulled himself out of her.

Her fur was so... so soft between her legs. It felt almost silky as he ran his tongue down her slit, savoring whatever deliciousness came once he went back to wet it. Each time he licked, it seemed as if there was something else to explore on her.

He started to shove into her a bit harder. He felt close, and realized that this would be the first orgasm he would share with her.

Cinderace pulled off of her, and plumped to the ground, slightly panting as he wiped her juices off of him.

"What's the matter?" Karia asked, sitting up.

"I just... I want to go slow." He said, smiling wearily. "And you're not making that easy."

"Ooh, poor baby..." Karia said, scooching next to his throbbing member. "We're gonna be here for a long time," she said, taking his cock in one paw and starting to jerk him off rapidly, "you better get used to me not making it easy."

Cinderace groaned, and threw his head back as cum was pulled out of his cock. It was the best orgasm he had ever felt, bar none. Cum rocketed out of him, and shot Karia multiple times as she quickly licked the base of his shaft. His whimpers echoed around the cavern as the orgasm slowly died. He looked back at Karia, and smiled.

"W-wow..."

She pawed her way close to his mouth, gently kissing up his furry chest and leaving small wet marks. Cinderace kissed her, feeling his cum on her face smear into his, but it only made the kiss better. She pulled off of him, gently laying him down on the ground. Cinderace watched with bated breath as she moved her waist close to his mouth, and, once it was there, he was in heaven.

She began, slowly, of course, to grind on him. It didn't take much for Cinderace to start licking and prodding her slit with his tongue. and it was an especially effective way of making her moan. He began to softly nibble it, being careful not to hurt her as she ground herself on him harder and harder.

Cinderace loved it when her slit passed over his nose. It was an odd thing to like, but it was out of this world to be this close to her. It was the softest touch he had ever gotten, and each time she left him, his mind begged for more, but, unfortunately, it was a vicious cycle.

Whenever Karia left his nose, she would plant herself above his mouth, demanding his tongue to continue to participate in her pleasure. It would render him unable to speak and after she was satisfied there, again, it was back to his nose. This however, would also make him unable to utter a single word as he was lost in the sea of emotions that came with the wet hole being slid up and down his button nose.

Before he could work up the courage to stop her, he felt her begin to grind against his mouth a bit harder. It made his jaw ache, but he let Karia use his mouth for whatever she wanted to use it for. She began to pant loudly, too loudly.

Cinderace looked up, and saw that she was almost laughing as her loud breathing reverberated through the cavern. The two locked eyes for a second, before Karia closed them, grabbing two stalagmites with her paws as she trembled on his mouth. It didn't take long for Cinderace to figure out why she was doing this, and he started to push his tongue into her, lapping at her as she quivered. Her pants turned into moans, and moans into unreasonably loud screams of utter, total wonder as she climaxed on his mouth. Cinderace continued to explore her as she murmured and moved, and smiled to himself once she slid off of him.

He had gotten Karia to climax on him.

"Fuck me..." Karia grunted, clawing at him.

W-woah... Okay.

It wasn't much of a problem for Cinderace, who was already rock hard again. It seemed as if he liked eating her out more than he thought. A few tugs and touches, and whatever flaccidity was in his cock went away. He grabbed Karia's leg, and led it over his body, before grabbing her other leg and moving her close to his throbbing cock. He rubbed his stiff member on her almost puffy slit as she moaned, and smiled.

Karia's hand soon overshadowed his own, and he looked down. He could almost see the love in her eyes as she pushed it an inch into her slit. Both moaned loudly once he shoved it all the way down into her. She started to beg for him to fuck her, and he obliged.

He grabbed Karia by her waist, and slammed deep inside of her. A loud, pleasured scream escaped her as his balls smashed into her rear, but Cinderace didn't care. He began to fuck her hard, and fuck her fast. Each thrust in was something else entirely; her wet folds seemed to suck him back inside her as soon as he pulled out to his tip. Karia began to rub in between her legs quickly, much quicker than Cinderace thought was possible, and he tried to match her pace with his stabs into her.

It was quick. It was frantic. And it was over almost as soon as it started. Cinderace didn't give her a whimper in the way of warning; he held his breath as the powerful grip of orgasmic pleasure squeezed the cum from his cock, and shot it deep into Karia. She herself got off from her own frantic rubbing, her walls tightly squeezing the last few drops of cum out of him.

Once he felt her let go of him, Cinderace pulled out, and laid beside her, panting heavily. The two laid together for a few minutes as they recovered, neither one saying a single word to each other. Cinderace, quite frankly, didn't know whether to be embarrassed, or happy. He had made her climax, but... he didn't enjoy the sex as much as he thought he would. Cinderace looked over, and the two locked their eyes on each other before Karia looked away.

"That was..." He began to say, but fell silent.

"I think it was just too..."

"It was too fast."

"Yeah!"

"I think... I would like to take my time. Go a bit more gentle. Is that okay?"

"Yes, please..." Karia whined, smiling at him.

All right...

Cinderace took his cock, and began to rub himself erect. The past few days had been something completely else, but now that he was with Karia, he didn't have a problem getting his shaft hard again, even though he had just shot another load inside her. Karia licked her snout as she looked at his member slightly pulsing.

"Fuck, you grew fast..." She said, gazing in awe.

"Well..." Cinderace said, giggling. "I have a good reason to."

Karia smiled, and got up. Again, she brought a leg over him, but this time, sat down on his cock, slowly sinking on it until they met. Cinderace moaned weakly, grabbing her waist and holding on tight as she started to slowly ride him. He guessed that Lucario tired much less than his kind did, so when she said that they'd be up all night, maybe she was serious.

This time around, he didn't try to fuck her. Instead, he was more focused on controlling his breathing, and trying not to squirm as much as he noticed he was. Each time she sunk down on his cock, it was pure joy.

Even though he was making sure not to pant too hard, controlling his orgasm was hard to do. It might have been just a few thrusts inside her, but he was already feeling close to another orgasm. He began to fuck her regardless of how he felt after he realized that, well...

She loved him; he knew this because... because of how she looked at him as his cock stretched and pushed her out.

Plus, she did say that they would be here all night, so...

"I'm... gonna..." Cinderace began to whimper out.

Before he could finish saying that last word, Karia took his head in her hands, and pulled him down into a kiss. He screamed through it, shooting his load deep inside her with hard, powerful thrusts. The world seemed to slow down as the two became one.

Cinderace began to whimper, and hugged Karia tighter when he felt her pull away. Karia smiled, and hugged him back. That was all they did for what felt like years. Hug.

She pulled off of him, and looked down, smiling.

"I think I love you." She confessed, leaning back on his shrinking cock.

"I know I love you."

Karia smiled, and slowly rose off his dick. It fell to his chest, and laid there like a limp noodle. She had milked every drop of cum his balls could produce, but for some reason, she still kept going, throwing said balls into maximum overdrive.

Karia slid down between his groin, and took his cock into her mouth. Cinderace wasted no time, and once it was in, he shoved her head down on it. Her tongue gently licked life back into his member, and soon, she was able to gag herself on it, pushing it deep into her throat. Each vein, line, and detail was paid close attention to, and she made sure that his tip wasn't forgotten about. She pawed at his shaft with one hand, the other being put to use on his ball sack, gently rubbing and caressing it. Hands were put on her head, and she felt him begin to push down. It wasn't hard, or demanding, however, just appreciative.

Karia began to suck harder, being careful not to hurt him with her teeth as it slid around in her mouth. Just as a little payback for him nibbling on her clit, Karia began to nibble on the tip of his cock. She thought that it would make him feel what she felt, but it didn't. If anything, it only made Cinderace groan louder, and the hands that were once pushing her gently down were now rough. She started to bite softly every now and again as his wet member was pulled and pushed out of her, and actually laughed when Cinderace's voice cracked at the start of a groan. His cock was shoved deep into her throat, and Karia obliged him, pressing her tongue on it and moving around his member.

Cinderace grabbed her head, and started to thrust ever so gently into her mouth. He was very close to shooting his load, dangerously close, in fact. Edging was a concept that he had never understood before; why stop when you can cum?

But as he was finding out now, there were a lot of reasons to edge. It made the blowjob last longer. The pressure in his loins seemed to build up more, and he just seemed to enjoy everything more.

He figured he was doing well, until Karia grabbed his rear, and started to pull him deep into her throat. He couldn't pull out of her at all, and, now that she was sucking harder than ever before as her tongue swirled all around his cock, he didn't know how much longer he could hold it off.

Karia seemed to know this, and as soon as Cinderace started to pant, she rammed his cock into the back of her throat and kept it there. Cinderace grabbed her head, and pushed her back even further as the orgasm started to dribble out of his cock. It wasn't impressive at all, in fact, he wa-...

Cinderace's legs buckled, and he fell to the ground, holding his cock deep inside Karia as he screamed, wildly shooting his load deep into her stomach. It was as if someone had flipped a switch; his cock pulsed heavily with each fat rope of cum he shot into her. He held her close, and began to squirm, gently humping her snout as he felt more cum than ever shoot out of his wildly twitching member and into her stomach. The orgasm left him with one final kiss, one final spurt of cum, and it stopped.

Karia kept sucking him off once he was finished with her, but didn't fight him when he pulled her off. Cum leaked off his cock and dripped onto the ground as Karia wiped him off of her muzzle.

"..." Cinderace couldn't think of anything to say.

He found the words, however, and was just about to say something when Karia pressed a paw against his mouth.

"No talking." She said, smiling. "The time for talking is over."

Cinderace nodded, and his eyes grew wide once Karia presented him with her pulsing, dripping slit. He grinned, realizing that she was easily the hottest, sexiest Pokemon he knew.

And he got to spend the rest of his time here on Earth with her.