Training Relief
This is my first attempt at an adult story. Please leave USEFUL comments below...this is a test to see how people react to my writing of adult stuff. Enjoy, and please please PLEASE critique me.
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The rain pelted down over the darkened forests of eastern Sinnoh. It fell in such heavy sheets that even the Water-types were seeking shelter. It was not a night to be out and about...but for a lone Lucario, this was just what he was doing.
He had spent the day training hard, trying to overcome his weaknesses. Having the unique type combination of Steel and Fighting, he had many resistances, but also a few dangerous weaknesses. It was these weaknesses that had landed him out here, in the middle of nowhere. A Trainer had captured him a few months ago, on her way through the Gym challenges. Then she faced Maylene...and the young Fighting-type Trainer had demolished Lucario, for his Trainer didn't know about Lucario's Steel-type weakness to Fighting. Disgusted, she had released him, leaving him on his own out in the world. The rejection burnt him to his soul, and he strove to overcome that weakness.
It had taken a while, but Lucario had almost perfected Psychic. It was an unusual attack, but Lucario knew that, with it, no Fighting-type would be able to defeat him again. But for now, his training would have to take a break. The rain was just too hard. So he took off, dashing through the forest, making for the cave he now called home. It was a large cave, to be sure, and it could get cold. But luckily, Lucario had a trick for warming up.
He finally made it home, just as the heavens opened up and Palkia unleashed a veritable torrent on the land. His soft blue fur was plastered to his skin, as was the creamy yellow of his torso. As he stood in the cave entrance, he shivered uncontrollably...he was not designed for cold, with barely a shred of fat on his lithe body. The black portions of his coat glistened in the waning sunlight, and he knew he had to warm up soon.
Gathering up a pile of wood, he arranged it on the ground, then picked up a piece of rock. It was a chunk of flint, found a few months ago at Iron Island. He grinned and held his arm over the wood, striking the flint on one of his arm spikes. A small shower of sparks erupted, falling onto the dry grass he added, setting them alight. Carefully, he fed the flames a small waft of Aura, making them leap into life. He sighed and sat back, already feeling a little warmer.
He stood up and reached down to the black band on his waist. Many a theory had been posed about Lucario physiology...that the baggy lower portion of their body was removable. This, it transpired, was correct. Lucario slid his big paws down into the baggy blue 'pants' (for want of a better word), sliding them down his legs, and kicking them off. Underneath, his short fur continued the black and blue trend, the blue centring around his inner thighs, while the black continued up to his waistline. Of course, begin a male, he also had a rather sizable, fuzzy blue sheath and an equally sized sac. But he didn't think too much about that right now...he just wanted to get warm.
He sat down in front of the cheerful fire, holding his palms out. As he was a Steel-type as well, he knew how dangerous fire could be, so he kept his distance. Suddenly, his stomach growled. Placing a paw on it, he realised how hungry he was. He looked up and saw a few Sitrus Berries by the wall. Thinking of doing a little more training, he closed his eyes and focused on the Berries. A purple aura surrounded them, and they began gently floating over, finally resting in his paws. Opening his eyes, he grinned again. He had it now...
He gazed into the fire as he munched the berries, thinking things over. He remembered back to his temporary Trainer, and the harshness of his rejection. He growled low in this throat, clenching his fists tight. A slight squishing noise snapped him out of his trance, and he noticed he had pulped the juicy Berry in his paw, and the juice had flowed down his paw and dripped onto his sheath. Muttering a curse, he discarded the Berry and rubbed at the juice quickly, trying to remove it before it could soak in. However, as he did, he felt movement down below. He stopped, and looked down. From the top of his sheath, his black canine-like tip was emerging slowly, enticed out by the friction.
He wasn't dumb; he knew about sex and breeding, and what his 'equipment' was for. His particular problem was one to do with a lack of suitable mates. Lucario, as a species, were few and far between, and the chance of meeting a compatible mate was low. Usually, most Lucario settled for other species, but nothing could really compare to having a mate of your own kind. As a result, he hadn't been able to...'de-stress', for quite some time, resulting in this appearance at such a time.
He continued to look down, and brought his paw back, resting it on his sheath and giving a slow rub, no longer interested in removing Berry juice. Gripping the fuzzy blue tube, he slowly pumped up and down, enticing more of his member out, until all 7 inches was finally exposed, throbbing slightly in the cool air. He studied his cock, as always fascinated by the harmonious combination of feline and canine anatomy. Along the length of the black shaft, small barbs formed, facing backwards to evidently bring extra pleasure to a mate. While at the base, not quite fully formed, was his canine knot, a large bulb of flesh, designed to keep him inside his mate until his lust was sated.
Carefully, he ran a paw up the shaft, shuddering with delight as his pads glided over the sensitive, barb coated organ. It really had been a long time...he had been training hard, and he felt he deserved a break.
He slowly picked up his pace, sliding his paw from base to tip, and back again, giving a slight groan of pleasure. A clear drop of pre glistened on his tip, which he collected in his paw and dragged down the shaft, using it to make his actions smoother. He huffed slightly, thoroughly enjoying himself, and started to paw faster. Ash he picked up the pace further, he manoeuvred backwards, sprawling out on the stony floor with a log as a headrest, so he could watch the show. He writhed in pleasure as he came closer and closer to the edge, his toes curling slightly in anticipation.
A small pool of pre was forming on his well-formed belly, a thin rope connecting it to his tip. He dabbed his paw in and brought it to his mouth, curious of the taste. A slightly salty taste assailed his tongue...he wasn't sure if he didn't like it. But for now, he had more pressing issues to deal with. He half-closed his eyes, watching his paw rise and fall faster and faster across his shining, pre-coated cock. Instinct was kicking in now, and he began to buck into his paw, groaning and panting in pure bliss.
His body was reacting to the pleasure now. His sac was churning and contracting close to his body, preparing for the oncoming release, and his knot was now fully formed, his paw thumping into it on every downstroke. Somehow, the feel of the cool steel spike on his hitting his hot knot was increasing the pleasure...he could feel the inevitable explosion was just on the horizon now. Subconsciously, he reached down with his other paw, and gripped tight around his inflamed knot, simulating a tie.
That was it...the last kick he needed. Crying out in pure, undiluted ecstasy and arching his back, he felt his seed rush up through his cock, exploding out and jetting high into the air, landing on his snout. He closed his eyes and panted hard as his climax continued, shots of thick cum jetting across his body, painting his yellow fur. After an eternity, he finally came down, falling back down with a soft thump, his spent member now coated in cum. He was breathing hard, as if he had been running for four days flat. He was completely exhausted...he didn't even have the strength to clean himself up. Instead, he shuffled slowly closer to the fire, curling up a bit, warming his belly, sleepily watching as his member vanished back into his sheath.
His last thought was slightly rueful; he would really have to learn to use Water Pulse in future...his fur would be infinitely easier to clean if he could use it. Chuckling slightly at his folly, he curled up tighter, and fell into a deep, well-earned slumber.