{"sf1_id":1737711,"sf2_id":"B1QZPwoe","title":"Montana James and the Raiding of His Buizel's Temple","author":"BuiTales","words":12131,"posted_at":"2021-07-08T13:00:11.000Z","tags":["Blowjob","Compassion","Cowgirl","Cum","Cumshot","Cunnilingus","Female","Feral","First Time","Human","Interspecies","M/F","Male","Non-Anthro","Oral","Otter","Pokemon","Pokephilia","Pussy","Sex","Vaginal","buizel"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1737711-montana-james-and-the-raiding-of-his-buizel-s-temple","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/B1QZPwoe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/c1/a2/c1a2c565-58a0-4352-b8bb-0b5624978ab8","description":"Maybe I should start a movie series about my completely original character, Montana James, as he finds temples of doom, raids lost arcs, and never has anything to do with a crystal skull.  \n  \nPlease leave a comment if you enjoy the story!","content":"“It _looked_ knee-high!” Montana James grunted as he shouldered through the murky brown water, balancing his torch above the splashing liquid. The light danced across the near walls of the large cavern, shimmering across the wet surface of the craggy rocks. “It’s dark, Ilona! Alright? You were right! The _water type_ was right about the _water_. Is that what you want to hear?”\n\nWith a subtle splash, the orange- and- tan-furred head of Montana’s buizel friend surfaced in front of him. She effortlessly kept pace with his sluggish movements. In fact, the steady current generated from her twirling propeller tails just provided another obstacle for the human to push against.\n\n“Buizel,” she mocked him. “Bui buizel bui.”\n\n“Oh, like _you’re_ not enjoying this, you fuzzy little sadistic shit. But when’s the last time a little water stopped Montana James? Not when I was delving deep into the Lost Jungle of the Aloans, for sure! Not when I trekked through Mandarin Isle South’s scorching desert for the holy relic of the—” A splash struck Montana in the face. He sputtered as he sneezed and coughed up a mouthful of awful-tasting gunky water. Then, he glowered at the impish buizel and her wicked grin. In a blink, she’d submerged once more.\n\n“Oh, you’re on,” he growled under his breath, his hand sifting sluggishly through the muddy water by his side for his trusty whip. A jolt of panic shot through him when his fingers found his trousers instead of the rugged leather grip he’d expected. A faint shadow darted past him in the water. His eyes narrowed.\n\nRighteous fury rose in his chest as the slim orange paw of his buizel friend broke the surface holding his still-curled whip. “Ilona! Give that back; I need it!” he called out, knowing that the sound unfortunately wouldn’t carry through the water. His only recourse was to batter through the thick liquid in a trudging half-run. He grit his teeth as his muscles strained. Those gritted teeth turned into a grin as he realized the liquid here had receded to only halfway up his chest. They were close!\n\nAnd then, the light flickered in patterns that Montana James recognized. What he’d first mistaken for odd rock formations in the unsteady illumination solidified into a grand gyarados head carved into a looming wall far ahead of them. It had scales of ancient, waterlogged colors that still bore faint blue hues even after tens of centuries. Frills jutted out along its head. Four menacingly sharp stalagmite teeth looked as if they may crunch down on prey at any moment. To Montana’s delight, the eyes of the creature shimmered red in dancing torchlight. Large, finely-cut rubies brought life to the creature’s gaze. This was it. The entrance to the Red Gyarados’ Temple.\n\nIlona popped back out of the water a few yards ahead of him, looking somewhat peeved that he had stopped chasing her. Then, her eyes followed his to the temple’s entryway. He couldn’t see her expression, but he did hear the awestruck, gasping, “b-buizel, bui!” that cut through the silent, murky cavern.\n\n“You thinking what I’m thinking, Ilona?” he asked. He couldn’t see her eyes in the shadow of the torch playing across her cheek, but he knew for a fact that they were trained perfectly on the rubies. After her short, curt nod, Montana followed up with a more trepidatious, “I’m going to need my whip back for this.”\n\nThat earned him the honor of her breaking her eyes away from the gemstones with an exasperated glance. In a graceful motion that simultaneously felt quite rude, the buizel jetted up out of the water, flipped in midair—and Montana wrenched his hand free of muck in time to catch the wound-up whip hurtling towards him like a Frisbee. It stung his hand as he caught it, but the long-formed callouses on his palms absorbed most of the impact.\n\nMontana grunted. He expertly shifted his fingers to release the latch on the whip’s cord and slipped his palm down over the handle. A flick of his wrist sent the well-crafted leather throng lashing out towards a rough chunk of stone that jutted out high above. The cord struck with a _smack_ and wound around it at a blinding speed. After a sharp tug to make sure it was secure, he bit the handle of his torch to free up his hands and began to climb.\n\nThe rough rope was slick with the thick, grimy water, but Montana’s grip was tight and his calloused hands secure. His muscles strained as he dragged himself up his whip one sturdy, self-assured tug at a time, winding the slacked length of the cord around his wrist as he ascended.\n\nTen feet in the air, Montana reached out to grasp a low-hanging stalactite. A sharp shove against the rock slung him back. Then, he angled his body to cut through the air like a pendulum, building up speed as he rocked back and forth. As he hit his zenith, he shook loose a single turn of the rope in his hand, sending him sweeping in a lower, longer arc. Another loop released and he jerked down into a longer arc, building up speed with each swing as he contorted his body into aerodynamic movements.\n\nAs he swung back and forth in a grand arc, his back skimming the surface of the water at the low point of the arc, and his feet nearly touching the roof of the cavern at his zenith, he finally, on the upswing, jerked the handle of his whip to crack a powerful vibration through the nearly taut cord, loosening the end enough for him to yank it and unravel the end from its grip on hard stone. That left Montana free-flying forward through the near- darkness. The torch clenched in his teeth burned his cheek as its flickering light illuminated the rapidly approaching carved gyarados head.\n\nWind escaped his body with a grunt as Montana crashed into the gyarados’s nose gut-first. “Shit.” The word came in a gruff moan as his hands locked on the rough base of what must have once been carved whiskers before time ate away at them. His position was only made worse by the smirking buizel that loomed over him from atop of one of the carving’s firm brows.\n\n“Buizel! Buizel bui.”\n\n“Well,” Montana said, tugging himself up precariously onto the nose. “Time to put that new TM to the test. Ilona, just like we practiced,” Montana said, grinning in anticipation as he gripped the gemstone in place for Ilona.\n\n“Bui!” she affirmed with determination. The buizel lined her paw up against the water-smoothed stone that still firmly held the gem in place. As she drew back, her paw glowed with powerful energy. She swished her paw down just a few degrees to test the angle, then built momentum and smashed it down against the sculpture in a precise brick break.\n\nThe stone cracked and shuddered. Montana focused, yanking at the fist-sized gemstone as cracks tensed around it, widening in the stone. Finally, it jolted free, the momentum throwing Montana tumbling down into the murky sludge below with a loud squelch. “Ilona!” he called up, clutching the gemstone in one hand, “I think you may have hit it a bit hard. We need to get moving and _you_ need more practice before we try that on another job!”\n\n“Bui!” she called back obstinately. Only the buizel’s tail twisted and wriggled over the edge of the carved opening—On the opposite side of the gyarados’s snout that they had just been on.\n\n“Ilona! Come on, it’s collapsing. You need to get down here!”\n\n“B-buizel!” She grunted. A sharp crack echoed through the watery chamber. Another shower of dust cascaded down on Montana.\n\n“Ilona, I’m serious! Now! And what the hell did I just tell you about your brick break?” he shouted even as a thick block of stone crashed down into the sludge next to him. “We came here to carefully extract these artifacts for museum preservation! Not chop down the damned doorway statue!”\n\n“Bui!” Her voice echoed through the cave, blunt and annoyed.\n\n“Yeah, I know this thing didn’t have long left. I know it’s hardly recognizable after being weathered by the water down here for so long! It still belongs in a muse-” Montana’s careful explanation was abruptly cut off by another crack, a crash, and then a shower of dust. A thick chunk of stone smashed into the water a foot away from Montana. Rattled, he hurried forward, making his way into the stone gyarados’s maw. “Ilona! We really need to move. Look! Fuck! You’re way more important than some eye-gem, and I don’t need you getting yourself trapped in here!”\n\nAt that, the entire entryway gave one last dust-cascading shudder, and then thick chunks of weathered stone began to rain down from the ceiling. He tried to stuff the gemstone into his pouch, but as dust and small stones began to tumble down around him, he lost his grip. It disappeared into the water with a small plop. His heart pounded. He considered diving into the water after it, but another chunk of falling stone crashing right next to him made him think twice about that plan. Montana hurriedly splashed farther towards the temple through the thick water, away from the collapsing structure behind him and the lost ruby. He raised his torch up and looked back, desperate for any sign of his buizel.\n\nHis heart pounded. He fretted over the thought of her trapped on the other side, unable to find the way out. The rope they climbed down from into this pitch-black cavernous maze of sludge-like water danged so many twists and turns away. There was another exit from within the temple according to his research, though he wasn’t certain where. At least he could be secure in that thought. But then, a recognizable flash of orange appeared between the falling stones and then darted between two large rocks in mid-air. His stomach did a flip.\n\n“You don’t get to scare me like that,” Montana grumbled as he trudged through the thick water. It was down to his waist now and rapidly lowering. The stone around them took on a carved, constructed quality. If the gyarados marking the entryway hadn’t been sign enough that they’d found the Red Gyarados’ Temple, the ancient carvings of pokémon battles and legendary myths that flickered in torchlight along the stone walls certainly would have been.\n\n“Buizel,” she responded obstinately.\n\nThe passage steadily opened up into a wide antechamber. Montana strode up an ancient step that had been smoothed by the steady caress of hundreds of years of flowing water. The floor was vast, each tile bearing an ancient decorative hieroglyph. The walls were crowded with grand frescos that had thankfully stood the test of time despite the damp environment.\n\n“Alright, Ilona,” Montana said, sitting down on the edge of the room to work his boots free and pour the collected gunk out of their soles. “Let’s see your find! Also, Arceus almighty, we need to work on the precision of your damn brick break!”\n\n“Bui buizel,” she said back snobbily. She reached into the water and hoisted out a huge ruby that must have been the size of Montana’s fist. It was soaked with sludge, but after a blast of water from the buizel, it glimmered with vibrant reds under the torchlight. Montana stared at it. With the collapsing temple entryway, he hadn’t had a chance to appreciate the enormity of the gemstone. He traced the fingers of his gloves over the surface where the pattern of an iris and a pupil had been etched ages ago.\n\n“A true wonder. It’s too bad about—” Montana was cut off as his grinning buizel hoisted the ruby’s partner out of the murky depths, blasting it with cleansing water as well. She stepped up onto the dry surface, her fur browned and stuck together with thick murky gunk, but with a huge grin on her muzzle and pride glittering in her eyes.\n\n“You got it! Ilona, real bang-up job there! Tell you what, you’re getting yourself a well-earned reward when we get out of here. Maybe even that fancy backyard pool you’ve been eying.”\n\nIlona’s face brightened, but then she hesitated, as if not quite ready to agree. Her muzzle twisted in contemplation, and then she stepped forward to set her small paw lightly on Montana’s knee. “Buizel,” she purred. “Bui, buizel.”\n\nAlthough he had a close camaraderie with his buizel and often had no problem piecing together what she was trying to say, Montana found himself baffled. Between the nervous, contemplative look, the tugging at his pants, and the strange, low purr rumbling in her throat as she spoke, the man was at a loss. “Your reward, you want… huh? Or, is it that something’s wrong? Are you telling me we need to move? Oh! Is there some kind of trap?” Montana asked, springing back to his feet.\n\n“Bui!” Ilona was clearly frustrated. She gripped his pants and yanked them, though they were held securely to his waist by a leather belt. “Buizel! Buizel bui…” She yanked again, with less vigor, her eyes falling downcast as Montana watched her with abject confusion.\n\n“What do you want, girl?” he asked. “You need me to go somewhere with you? You’re tugging me along? Or it’s something about my pants?”\n\nIlona seemed to contemplate this for a moment, and then an odd expression came over her face. With a sudden franticness, she gestured to the water, and then back to his pants. She wriggled her form like a fish, and then pretended to chomp down with her teeth inches from his leg. Then, she swept her arms back to the lake, pleading.\n\nBlood drained from Montana’s face. He hesitated, staring down at his buizel companion. But the message had gone through. He had already started to unbuckle his belt while he asked, “Not just any leeches, right? Or we’d pick them off later.”\n\nIlona nodded rapidly as she began blasting the gunk of her own fur with sprays of water, restoring the natural bright orange and tan hues. Montana’s pants fell to the floor with the clang of his metal belt clasp striking stone. The buizel’s eyes settled on his mucked-up, muscular, hairy legs for a moment before she continued cleaning herself. Montana didn’t quite know what to make of that.\n\nHis bush shirt came off next, his thick, calloused hands fiddling with the too-small buttons before shucking the garment behind him. He ran his fingers through the grime coating his chest, hunting for leeches.\n\nA tug at his boxers startled him. He looked down to see a panicked, pleading expression on the buizel’s face as she pulled gently at the fabric. “Alright Ilona. Just… you clean me off, make sure I didn’t get got by any of those nasty critters you saw in the water. No funny business. Alright?”\n\nWith her far-too-quick nod of approval, Montana slid a hand into his boxers to cover himself so that he didn’t accidentally show off his manhood to his buizel friend His other hand pushed the garment down his legs. Of course, the sudden thought of being exposed to his partner made it quite difficult to cover all of himself with only one hand. He blushed and did everything he could to avoid his mind wandering to the sorts of hypothetical scenarios where Ilona got a eyeful of his arousal or even more.\n\nThose were the sorts of thoughts that he banished down into the deep recesses of his mind. They were the dark places that inhabited the driving curiosity that periodically drove him to hunt for pokémon porn on the Internet—even porn of buizels to his great shame—and then retreat into overwhelming guilt afterwards. He felt that guilt again now, even though he’d done his best not to make Ilona uncomfortable. Her somehow discovering those thoughts that periodically surfaced was terrifying to Montana.\n\nThat issue was short lived as a firehose blast of water drenched his body, peeling away all the muck from his skin. He shivered and turned in place for Ilona to clean his back as well. She did so, and he asked with a degree of trepidation, “Any on me?”\n\nThe pause before her answer of, “Buizel. Buizel bui,” took far too long. When he turned around again, he was slow to realize exactly what had changed in the dimly lit scene before him.\n\n“Ilona,” he said with an almost pokémon-esque growl, “where are my clothes?” Of course, he already knew. The buizel who had cleaned herself off just a minute before was once again coated with a layer of grime. Only Montana’s belt and whip remained at her feet.\n\n“Bui, buizel,” she said obstinately as she began to spray herself down again. Not only could she not hide the smirk that kept crawling onto her face, the way her propeller tails kept buzzing behind her made it clear just how happy she was with herself.\n\nHeat seeped up into Montana’s face as he realized that there hadn’t ever been any leeches. Which was, of course, why she hadn’t acted frantic when they first emerged. He awkwardly shifted to make sure his hand was covering his crotch as he glowered down at the buizel who had just finished up cleaning muck from her fur for a second time. “You know this isn’t time for games. I get you’re upset about the brick break thing, Ilona, but this is too much!”\n\n“Buizel.”\n\n“Look, this place is dangerous! I don’t have a protective layer of fur. I need my clothes. Not to mention, you certainly don’t want me flashing you all the damn way through the temple! I’m not going to be that sick fuck on the news who gets arrested for exposing himself to his pokémon.”\n\nFur rose along Ilona’s hackles. She grunted and folded her stubby forepaws over her chest, head tilted down to stare at her feet. After a moment, she raised her eyes to meet his with an obstinate glimmer in them. She gave a rude, curt, “Bui,” and then marched forward into the temple.\n\n“Ilona! Come on!” Montana said, exasperated. After scooping up his belt and turning away so not to expose himself as he buckled it around his bare waist, he hurried along behind her. “I’m reconsidering that pool.”\n\n“Buizel,” she said with conviction.\n\nWhat was up with her? She’d wanted that pool so badly, and now here she was thinking about throwing it away for the sake of a prank. Of course, Montana intended to get her the pool anyway. She was an adult and a full partner on his adventures, and though he kept an equal fund for her to make her own purchases through his name, he loved the delight on her face when he got her additional gifts on top of that.\n\nHe hurried out farther into the towering, thirty-foot high grand hall of the temple. Smooth, carved walls were etched with ancient myths involving red gyarados. The raised tiled floor was marked with hieroglyphs. The historians were going to have a field day with these.\n\nMontana was two yards away from Ilona when he heard the creak of the tile underneath her. Simultaneously, he noticed the slight shift in elevation of all the tiles in his section of the room. His breath caught. He should have been more careful.\n\n“Ilona!” he called out in panic. She startled, looking back at him. And then the floor began to fall underneath her. Montana darted forward, dashing towards a single tile near the center of the room that hadn’t been slightly raised like the rest. His fingers squeezed like a vice around her furred upper arm as the two of them started to freefall. Montana’s toes brushed against a tile below him—it was just enough purchase to launch himself forward, propelling the two of them the last half-foot he needed to clutch the rough edge of the stable tile.\n\nBlood rushed in his ears. Glancing down, he saw Ilona staring wide-eyed up at him. She hung by his ironclad grip on her arm over the impenetrable blackness of the deep pit below. Montana’s fingers shifted. Stillness suffused his body.\n\n“I don’t have a good grip,” he grunted down to the buizel. “You’re going to need to shift over to my leg. Carefully! I need two hands if I’m going to keep us from falling. I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.” His words were calm, but all the earlier humor and playfulness had fled his voice. This was real danger.\n\n“Buizel bui,” Ilona affirmed, every trace of the impetuousness she’d shown less than a minute earlier having evaporated as well. A fuzzy paw wrapped around his upper thigh. Then, slowly, the distribution of weight her shifted away from his arm and towards his leg. His pinky finger slipped free from the tile. A light tug at his hand told him that she was ready for him to let go.\n\nDespite her best efforts, it upset their balance when Montana released his grip. The rough edge of the stone bit into his calluses. Montana slung his arm up in a wild attempt to grab at the tile again just as his grip failed entirely. For a second, all he could think about was how to stop his fall, how to avoid them both splattering down in the immeasurable depths below. Ilona was smaller. She could handle falls better. If he held her above him, he could cushion the impact for her.\n\nAs his one hand slipped free, the other gripped onto the edge of the pillar. He let out a shaky breath that he hand’t realized he was holding. But there was still work to do before they were truly out of the woods. Swinging the painful first hand back up, Montana began the strenuous process of dragging himself up onto the tile with his buizel hugged tight around his upper thigh. Fur brushed up against his shaft and balls as he climbed. Montana shuddered, but did his best not to react. For whatever reason, she was already upset, and he didn’t want to gross her out when they were in such a precarious position.\n\nWhen he hoisted a first knee up onto the thin pillar, her small orange paw shifted up with him and wedged between his balls and his leg. Montana’s heart was pounding with adrenaline, and his face began to redden at the thought of where her grip had secured itself. He kept quiet, though, and forced himself to focus. There were more important things to worry about right now than his modesty. He was past the worst of the danger, though. After hoisting his first foot up, he rose from his knees.\n\nStanding on the small surface required focus, but Montana had the balance of a mienshao. He took a deep, shuddering breath in, and then steadily exhaled. This had been an uncomfortably close call, one of their closest in years. But the important thing was that both he and Ilona were safe. Even if, thanks to her inscrutable pranking, he was ass-naked. Of course, that made it her fault entirely that the only way for her to stand on this pillar with him was to have his balls and shaft draped down over the back of her head, or worse, to have her face stuffed up against them.\n\nIlona shifted along his upper thigh as she settled on the pillar with him. He waited for her to turn herself around so she at least didn’t have to look at him, didn’t have to have her muzzle up by—oh sweet Arceus, what must he smell like to her? Buizels had a much stronger sense of smell than humans. There was some part of him that felt slight self-satisfaction at the fact that she’d brought this on herself. A pang of guilt jolted down his gut. That was a horrid thought. If he’d heard of a trainer ramming their pokémon’s snouts in their sweaty crotches as a punishment for misbehavior, he’d have reported that sick asshole to the authorities without a thought.\n\nMontana resisted the urge to jump as something cold and damp pressed against his hairy balls. He’d been staring up and away, not wanting to look down at his naked body pressed up against his best friend, trying to avoid his mind wandering away with that scenario. It would surely return in the privacy of his dreams. But he glanced down anyway. The buizel was wedged between his legs, her snout and wet nose stuffed up into his sack. Involuntarily, his cock throbbed. Montana felt like he might as well just throw himself off the pillar from sheer flustered horror at what he was subjecting his buizel to.\n\n“You uh, do you need any help… turning around? You could fit with your back to me. This—you know; this isn’t something you need to subject yourself to.”\n\n“Buizel. Bui, buizel,” Ilona cooed, her voice muffled by his crotch. As she spoke, her nose strained against his balls, shifting around the hefty, sweaty sack, dragging that cold wet sensation across his skin. It tickled the long, stiff hairs that adorned his unkempt privates.\n\n“That’s…” Montana said, baffled and unable to parse her words. What was that tone? It was almost husky, like right before she’d gotten herself upset earlier. “That didn’t sound like a yes? Are you sure? It wouldn’t be dangerous. I’ve got my footing here. I don’t want you to have to—”\n\nIlona, her eyes locked with his, and her snout buried in his hefty, sweaty balls, cut him off with a warm, wet sensation that dragged up along his skin. A shudder coursed down Montana’s spine as he watched his buizel’s small tongue slide over his sack. His cock involuntarily throbbed again, stiffening over top of his friend’s head. What was she doing? Was she mocking him? Teasing him over the situation they’d found themselves in? It had to be gross for her, but well, sometimes friends did gross things to mess with each other, right? He’d been through college. This wasn’t _too_ weird.\n\nThe grinding whirr of ancient machinery echoed to life around them. The single tile pillar Montana and Ilona stood on shuddered, and Montana’s focus was wrenched back to maintaining his balance. Even Ilona thankfully stopped her teasing licks. Below them, the rest of the floor was steadily shifting up, accompanied by the loud scraping of stone on stone.\n\n“Alright, Ilona,” Montana said, trying to force his own stiff cock and the buizel’s nose out of his mind. “If this is anything like the Temple to Jirachi in Hoenn, the trap won’t fully reset until the machinery itself resets. That means we can get a head start if we move while the tiles are still rising.\n\n“Bui,” she said, before huffing in a loud, obvious whiff of his balls. “Buizel bui.”\n\n“Now isn’t the time for joking around, Ilona!” Montana grunted. He gazed down at the pit, the steadily rising floor already back up to about fifteen feet underneath them. “I’m going to jump when it’s around ten feet below us. In three, two, one—”\n\nMontana dove forward into the resetting floor trap head first, cool air tingling his sack where the buizel’s tongue had wet it. No, he had to focus. Stop thinking about that. He struck the shifting tiles with his forearm first, using the momentum to curl himself over it and roll forward with the impact. Still, his arm stung where it struck the stone.\n\nHe launched to his feet and raced over the tiles. A glance to his right showed him Ilona dashing alongside him, scurrying rapidly on all fours. Every lurch and grinding shift that jerked the floor up another few inches jolted his balance, threatening to send him careening into a face-first fall. But this is what Montana had trained himself for, and his footing held steady and sure. The trap was half a foot from its original height when Montana approached the solid flooring on the other end of the room. Just as a loud click marked the resetting of the trap, he threw himself forward and tumbled far less gracefully to the ground.\n\n“Buizel. Bui buizel,” Ilona said snidely above him. She sat down on his firm chest and ran a paw slowly up his sternum. It felt surprisingly nice. The fur was soft and fuzzy around the pads of her digits, which themselves scratched with a pleasant, gentle friction. Her touch left a pleasant tingle in its wake.\n\n“Excuse me,” Montana said with false indigence that was betrayed by a chuckle. His chest heaved between words as he caught his breath. He was pretty sure he caught her meaning, this time. “What do you mean _I look like I had fun_? Am I the type to go dashing through unpredictable, ancient, deadly traps to feel the intense excitement down to my bones? To always come out a step ahead of any situation thanks to years of training and the fact that I’ve got an incredibly competent and agile buizel best friend to watch my back?”\n\nMontana offered her a wide grin. It was a peace offering for the tension that had hung between them since she stole his clothes. He waited for her own chirping laughter. The hug that might bring everything between them back to normal.\n\nIlona did smirk, but she didn’t laugh like he had expected. After rolling her eyes, the buizel bonked him on the nose with her paw, and then dragged her other paw down along his waistline. It shifted through thin, wiry hairs that she curled around a digit. “Bui… bui buizel,” she said flatly before standing back up.\n\n“That’s not what you meant? I… What else could you be talking about?” Montana asked, exasperated. Ilona usually had a wonderful, playful attitude, but she could be inscrutable sometimes. He groaned and stretched his muscles before climbing back to his own feet.\n\nHe couldn’t keep his mind off of the last prickling line of anticipation he’d felt as her paw dragged down by his crotch. At least he wasn’t hard anymore thanks to his frustration. It was embarrassing enough that Ilona was seeing him naked, let alone the fact that she’d had her nose stuffed up in his balls just a minute before. Montana shuddered and tried to redirect his thoughts lest he get hard again. Not that he wanted that, of course. It was just natural that contact got him hard. He wasn’t truly some pervert lusting after _real_ pokémon. He had better control of himself than that.\n\n“Let’s just go, then,” he said. The exhilaration and excitement of a narrowly achieved accomplishment just moments before had faded, and now it felt as if a pall had dropped between them. Her eyes were locked straight ahead down the hallway where it narrowed into a downward sloping passage, the dusty stone walls lined with faded frescos and carved figures whose features had been worn smooth with time.\n\nMontana stretched, and then faked an upbeat tone, as if that alone could bring back the wonderful feeling of camaraderie. “Can’t be too far. And I doubt they’d trap much outside the entryway. How many initiates do you think they’d lose to these things when they come and go? Hell, how many experienced members do you think would take an absentminded misstep after a night of drinking onto a trapped tile? All these damn things really can’t be practical.”\n\nIlona snorted, following along beside Montana. She offered him a soft smile that set his pounding heart at ease. She wasn’t upset with him despite her two outbursts. Uxie only knew what that was all about, but that smile felt as if it righted the world that had been off-kilter for the last half a minute. A weight lifted off his shoulders as he strode down the center of the hallway until his foot pressed down a tile that gave half an inch under his feet.\n\nHe jerked back, about to bolt, wondering if this whole hallway was about to give way just like the entry chamber. Instead, a loud, grinding sound creaked from behind them. He glanced back to see the tiles separating in the ceiling. “Oh great Moltres shitting on the windshield,” he cursed. “Ilona, run!”\n\nA huge boulder, just wide enough to fit the entire length of the hallway, crashed onto the stone floor behind them and began to roll forward with tremendous crushing force. As another burst of adrenaline shot through his body, Montana bolted down the hallway in a dead sprint. “Ilona! Are you with me?” he grunted along to the impacts as his feet ricocheted off from the ground with his powerful strides.\n\n“Bui! B-buizel! Buizel, bui!” she affirmed, her voice directly to his right. Montana didn’t dare glance over. Nothing could be allowed to jeopardize his balance or cause a stutter in his step. He had to trust that his friend could handle herself, and from their practices together on the track, he had full confidence in her.\n\nThey tore down the hallway as the thundering of rolling, grinding stone chased right behind them. It wasn’t growing any quieter. In fact, Montana spared a brief, terrified thought that it might have gotten louder.\n\nA bend at the hallway rapidly approached. How had he missed those grooves in the floor that very clearly served to guide the boulder along its track? As he sprinted around the corner, his heart jumped. There it was. The end was in sight. A deep, boulder-sized hole opened in the floor just ahead, the hallway widening around it to give just enough room to dash by.\n\nAs Montana’s feet pattered along the ledge, he finally dared to glance behind him. First, he saw Ilona on all fours dashing along the ledge opposite the hole from him. Although he knew she’d handle this sort of trap better than him, her being out of danger was still a weight off his heart. What twisted his stomach was seeing the massive hunk of stone rolling towards the end of its track with deadly force barely a yard behind.\n\nIlona moved in lockstep beside him as they passed over the far side of the ledge and into the next room. The boulder filled the space behind them, crashing forward into the hole between the two thin ledges, and then lowering down into the ground with the steady click, click, click of a hidden mechanism.\n\nIn front of the two of them stretched out a grand room. Gone were the faded paints on stone walls and the drab, tan stone-brick floor tiles. This floor was a single, thick block of vibrant red cinnabar, carved with a massive, detailed etching of Red Gyarados. The walls were lined with metal leaf in intricate, beautiful patterns; dull, aged gold, dusty ancient silver, copper and brass swirled into fearsome pokémon battles featuring ruby fire and sapphire blasts of water, and glistening emerald eyes. Sitting in the center of the room on a marble pedestal was an incredible idol. The two-foot tall effigy of the divine gyarados curled around itself in an intricate, vicious spiral that reflected the legendary pokémon’s power and majesty. Its scales shimmered, each a delicately carved ruby. The white ivory fins protruding along its back and cheeks glittered with studded diamonds. The tan belly of this majestic, legendary creature was built with solid gold scales, each intricately carved and detailed to look like a perfect miniature of a true gyarados’s scales.\n\nAs Montana and Ilona slowed walked into the final chamber, the man once again cursed his lack of care. He’d been so caught up in his relief over escaping the boulder and his wonder over the ornate room that he didn’t notice the far-too-obvious grid that was built into an intricate pokémon battle etched into the room’s entryway.\n\nThe floor creaked, and the two were brought to a sudden halt, wrenched up into the air by a thick net. The force jammed the two together as they ascended rapidly to hang twenty feet above the floor. Ilona stared ahead, dazed.\n\nThe first thing that ran through his mind was, _I can’t believe I fell for that_. The second thing was, _This hardly feels like an effective trap against anyone with a pokémon who can bite or cut through these cords._ The third was, _Oh, rutting Reshiram, I think that’s Ilona’s tail mashed up against my balls. And that means that damp fur my cock is wedged up against is…_ Montana immediately froze, heat rushing to his face.\n\n“Uh, Ilona?” he said awkwardly, afraid to move.\n\n“Bui?” she squeaked back. Her head tilted up towards his, at chest-height with the two of them mashed together in the net. Then, her eyes widened as she shifted ever so slightly against his naked form. A devious grin slid over her muzzle. “Buizel,” she said, smooth as silk.\n\n“I’m sorry!” he said trying and failing to squirm away from his best friend to at least not be positioned in any way that violated her privacy. But every movement seemed to grind his shaft up against the damp fur. The length of his cock pressed against her heated crotch until her folds made way and wet, silky, furless skin hugged his shaft. His heart pounded. Every movement felt electric and he hated that he just wanted to hold her close and shift his hips back, angling himself to slide inside of this pokémon he cared so much about. But he couldn’t. That wasn’t him. He wouldn’t be his best friend’s abuser.\n\n“I’m so sorry, Ilona. I don’t want you to—uh—I mean, I don’t mean to make you feel uh, to uh. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable! You’ve been forced into all these situations and positions and! And um. I know you don’t want this. I can’t imagine how you must feel having to—”\n\n“Buizel! Bui! Buizel, bui!” she shouted over him. Her paws wrapped around his neck and she yanked herself just high enough on her trainer’s muscular, naked body to jam her muzzle up against his mouth and shut him up.\n\nMontana stared down, stunned, at the orange- and- tan-furred face pressed to his own. Fur tickled his upper right lip and the left side of his chin with how Ilona tilted her maw to press it to his mouth. Her lips were soft and damp and tasted like the morning dew. When his mouth opened ever so slightly, she was quick to invade with her soft, dexterous tongue.\n\nWhat was he doing? Montana’s first urge was to reflexively shove Ilona off of him. But he didn’t, not with the butterflies that were exploding in his stomach, not with how his whole body tingled in anticipation, not with how her brilliant green eyes had locked on his face and danced back and forth to desperately parse his expression.\n\nBut this wasn’t right. She couldn’t want this, not with him. And yet, it was her who had stolen his clothes, her who had chosen to huff the scent of his balls when they were stuck on the floor trap, her who licked his shaft, her who ground against him when they found themselves hip to hip, and now her who started this kiss. There was no way for him to lie to himself anymore. His buizel wanted him.\n\nThe kiss broke between them after a long minute that Montana never wanted to end. He remained frozen, stiff underneath his buizel companion, though his cock throbbed animatedly against her damp folds. When Ilona backed off, she stared at him for what felt like an eternity, and then a light in her simply went out. Her shoulders slumped. She shifted her hips, and Montana’s cock, slick with precum as well as her arousal, slid to rest in the crook of her haunch. Those emerald green eyes twitched, and then she buried her face in his naked stomach.\n\n“B-bui bui. Buizel bui,” she choked out. Though she made a valiant effort to hide it, Montana heard the sob hidden behind her words.\n\n“Ilona…” he said softly. Awkwardly, he wrapped his arm around her back, a difficult feat with the net closed tightly around the two. His hand stroked gently through her fur. “I—I do love you, you know.”\n\n“Buizel buizel. Bui.” Her voice was flat, dispassionate. It was the tone of a pokémon who couldn’t take any more hope because they couldn’t deal with the hurt that would follow. Montana could hear the meaning behind her words: ‘You don’t mean it like I do.’\n\n“I, well, I don’t know that I do, but—” His words were cut off by a much more audible sob from the fuzzy orange pokémon pressed to his body. He hesitated. That had obviously been the wrong way to start this, and now his heart was pounding and a tremble shook his limbs. He needed to be much more careful with his words. They had never been his strong suit. “I—I’ve been afraid to let myself go there, to think about you and what it’d be like um, well, with you. Loving you. The way that you mean. You’ve seen the Poke Victims Unit shows with me. I—I don’t want to pressure you. I don’t want to manipulate you or end up like any of those creeps that abuse their power over their pokémon. I just want you to be comfortable. I want you to feel safe with me.”\n\n“Buizel… bui,” she said, tilting her head back up to meet his eyes. Montana couldn’t help but shiver at the sensation of her soft fur and warm body sliding along his bare chest, but her expression was sobering. The tan fur right under her eyes was bunched wet with tears.\n\n“I… I get that. I know you feel safe with me. And I know that you’re smart, you’re capable. You know what you want, and you get it for yourself. And you want me and I—” Montana gulped. “I think I want you. Every time you touch me, every nerve begs for more. When you look at me like you did a minute ago, my face heats up and my stomach does twirls. And I shouldn’t have thought I knew best for you. You’re an adult. You’ve made your decision…”\n\nMontana felt like he was trying to convince himself as much as he was trying to reassure her. He took a stiff, awkward breath. Could he really do this? Thoughts of the buizel porn he’d felt so horribly guilty about watching rose to the front of his mind. He’d hunted for it obsessively and felt like he couldn’t even look into Ilona’s shining emerald eyes afterwards without horrible shame. He never would have thought she wanted him. And the shame wasn’t easy to let go. “I--well, I think I can give it a try.”\n\n“Buizel?” she asked with a sniffle. She awkwardly shuffled to wipe under her eyes with a paw.\n\nMontana squeezed the pokémon close to him, her soft fur tingling against his bare skin. “Of course. Though, let’s give it a moment. I—after all of that—you know I care about you, Ilona. And um, I’m going to need a moment to get worked up again.”\n\nIlona’s soft smile stretched into one more devious, a familiar and refreshing expression that Montana was so happy to see back on her muzzle. She wiped away watery, shimmering tears and said, “Buizel. Bui.” Then she began writhing around within the net, grasping and yanking at the cords to shift herself over top of her trainer. That alone began to restore Montana’s mood. Her body rubbed against his. Her eyes glimmered with intent. She was going to do something to him, and Montana knew that he was going to enjoy it.\n\nAnd it was going to be okay, he repeated to himself. Ilona wanted this too. There was no abuse here, no exploitation, just a pokémon deeply in love with him that he was finally ready to try loving back.\n\nA paw brushed against Montana’s penis, and he squirmed. He found himself staring straight down at Ilona’s haunches. Her fur thinned out between her legs. It made the slightly puffy lips of her pussy just barely visible from up close. What made them much more obvious, though, was the damp matting of the fur immediately around her slit. “You are absolutely stunning,” Montana breathed.\n\nAs his cock twitched again, beginning to harden, it was taken into a firm, gentle grip. He couldn’t see down to his shaft, but he felt the slight roughness from the pads on her paw and the cloud-like sensation of the soft fur that grew out both between the pads and around them.\n\nThe cool damp end of the buizel’s snout pressed down into the crevice between his cock and balls. Her chest expanded and shifted fur along his belly as she inhaled a deep whiff. “You uh, you like that smell, don’t you?” Montana said dumbly.\n\n“Buizel. Buizel bui.” Her head turned enough for the man to see her smirk back in its rightful place on her face.\n\n“Oh uh,” Montana said, already feeling the blood draining from his cheeks. How did one respond to their buizel telling them that she’d enjoy the taste even more? He stammered for a moment before settling on his reply. “For you, Ilona? It’s all you can eat.”\n\nShe grinned, showing her teeth. “Bui.” That sent a shiver down Montana’s spine, though his cock strained in anticipation. He was already rock hard again from a combination of his buizel’s touch, the sight of her hindquarters, and the sheer aura of lust and desire that she emanated for him.\n\nAfter another deep huff of his balls, Ilona dragged her small, wet tongue up along the length of his cock, a trail of tingling pleasure left in its wake.\n\n“Oh, Ilona. Oh, Shitting Shaymin, I—wow,” he gasped.\n\nMontana had been with human men and women before—he had a well-known name, periodicals written about him in the news—and was able to offer them a taste of excitement and adventure. And they had felt wonderful, left him satisfied and satiated, but none of them had ever made his heart pump like this. None of them had made his stomach flip in turns at the thought that they might truly be about to blow him, to lay with him. Their touch alone hadn’t sent tingling jolts of pure desire straight to the core of his very being. Ilona’s did.\n\nThe tongue tenderly flitted about the tip of his shaft, sliding around his foreskin and lapping up the precum that drooled freely in his excitement. Montana shivered at the electric stimulation that lit up his nerves. He stared forward at the buizel’s orange-furred crotch, psyching himself up to do something. She had her tongue on his cock, so of course she would be okay with it. But, well, actually bringing himself to touch her was far harder than just justifying it to himself.\n\nHe shifted slightly in the net to free his elbow from where it was wedged into the space between some of the cords. Awkwardly, he set that hand carefully down on her rump, well away from her treasure, despite how desperately he wanted to explore her body. If just for himself rather than the infatuated buizel of his, he needed to make sure she had every opportunity to know what he was doing, to brush his hand away with her propeller tails.\n\nBut she didn’t. Instead, she shuddered under his touch. Her rump shifted, straining slightly to the side to move her needy folds ever so slightly closer to his hand. That was as clear a signal as he was going to get from the buizel busy slavering over his cock. Her tongue felt incredible, and Montana wanted her to feel just as good.\n\nThe net made it difficult to shift his arms into a good position, but eventually he wedged his elbows into two crooks of the net to brace himself. Settled, his fingers slid over the fur of her rump. One hand one gingerly lifted her propeller tail, and the other slid though the damp, puffy fur below her rear and between her legs. Slowly, he spread the buizel’s folds apart. With them came strands of slick arousal that gave the tender pink skin inside an alluring sheen.\n\nWith his heart hammering, Montana reached a finger in to slide down along the smooth surface of her inner folds, her arousal gathering around the tip of his finger as it explored her creases and crevices. Montana had been with women who got plenty wet before, but never to the extent of a horny water type.\n\nHe gently squeezed the soft flap of her inner labia, rubbing the skin, his cock throbbing hard under Ilona’s ministrations. Even an hour ago, he never would have imagined himself in this position, spreading a delicate buizel pussy wide open in front of him as the pokémon lapped tingling pleasure up along his straining cock. And now, he couldn’t imagine how he’d ever ignored the sexiest woman in his life for so long, one who wanted him just as bad as he wanted her.\n\nMontana wasn’t about to let her take the lead on everything. Noticing the shift in her posture, the way she angled her head up over his cock, he leaned forward to bury his face between Ilona’s haunches. His tongue dragged around the buizel’s intimacy. She tasted like salt and sex and the river. Her folds were so soft and wet that his fingers had a hard time keeping them spread without slipping.\n\nWith every movement of his tongue, the buizel squirmed and shuddered on his chest. After a moment, he realized that she still hadn’t taken his tip into her muzzle. He had to remove his mouth from her pussy so he could see how her head lay ducked down next to his shaft. Her muzzle hung open panting.\n\nWhen she noticed him looking at her, she lifted her head, met his eyes, and squeaked an indignant, “Buizel! Buizel bui.” Then, with fervor, she returned to lapping at his cock. After meeting his eyes again, she engulfed his tip with her muzzle. It was so warm and soft and pleasurable. The gentle sensations shifted around his straining desire as her hungry tongue flicked and lapped and explored his length.\n\nMontana moaned and had to restrain himself from thrusting right up into her mouth. Despite the length of her muzzle, Ilona was small. He didn’t want to have to worry about hurting her. So, he just enjoyed the hot, tingling pleasure of her gentle suckling and lapping as he dove right back into the delicious buizel pussy in front of him.\n\nHe felt her reaction. Cool air flowed up along his cock for a brief moment as her muzzle fell slightly agape and the seal of her lips broke around him. The vibration of her moaning sigh buzzed along his cock. He throbbed needily in her mouth. He pressed forward and vigorously dragged his tongue along her folds.\n\nDesire burned within him. His eyes gazed over this buizel’s alluring rump. His tongue slithered over her wet pussy. He could tell just the way she liked it from how she froze and twitched to one direction. She curled ever so slightly, struggling to keep her own focus on sucking Montana’s cock.\n\nHer blowjob was incredible. Her tongue danced over the head of his needy shaft, darting under his foreskin and shooting lightning bolts of overstimulating pleasure up through his core that caused his whole body to shake and strain. The pleasure built within him. It wanted to cascade out like a storm, but he wasn’t quite ready. He just needed a little more massaging within Ilona’s small maw before he could get there.\n\nAnd in the meantime, he dove into eating his buizel’s pussy with a fervor. He lapped carelessly at her slick, pink inner folds, slithering his tongue into her tight passage every once in a while, just to feel how her muscles were clenching so tightly, so needy for him and him alone. Sweet Arceus, he was really fucking his buizel. Knowing that somehow just made it hotter.\n\nIlona shook and shivered on top of him. Her muzzle stopped moving around his shaft, holding still as stone for a long moment. Her back arched, her entrance clenched and strained. Montana dove in, licking and suckling at her small nub of a clit nestled under her orange fur. She squeaked and shook, stretching her body to divert what was obviously overwhelming pleasure. Finally, she let out a deep, rumbling sigh around the throbbing cock in her maw. She pulled free from it just long enough to moan, “B-buizel. Buizel buizel bui…” before returning to her energetic suckling.\n\nMontana continued his own lapping at her pussy and clit, but now he allowed himself to relax and focus more on the pleasure building inside of himself. Her dancing tongue sparked tingles that washed pleasure through his body, but the movement of her tight maw around his cock steadily built a threshold of bliss that hoisted him closer and closer to his point of no return. He felt it there, just out of reach. He shifted his hips in time with Ilona’s movements, bucking his cock into her small mouth. She reacted with increased vigor, meeting his cock with her own warm, wet, sliding muzzle.\n\nHer tongue coiled around his tip. Her slender muzzle suckled around him, driving the pleasure inside him higher and higher and higher. And then, finally, it overcame him. A shaky intake of breath accompanied the overwhelming sensations that flooded his body as his orgasm washed through him. “Fuck, Ilona!” he gasped, his mouth pulling away from her pussy for a brief moment. His cock pulsed, her tongue sliding fervently along his tip and magnifying the pleasure a hundredfold. She felt so incredible.\n\nA burst of thick cum launched into her mouth. Then another. Then, cold air stung his cock as she pulled her warm maw back. Her soft paws worked his shaft hard, stroking vigorously to coax out spurt after spurt.\n\nHe could barely see her thanks to the awkward positioning of the ropes. That didn’t matter much, though, when what he needed was right in front of him. Ilona’s pussy clenched as he held it spread open for him. She squirmed. He rubbed his finger along her sensitive flesh. He shook with a convulsion from the incredible orgasm she was drawing from him.\n\nFinally, the pulses slowed and his cock strained less. The pleasure dulled into a warm, wonderful, fuzzy sensation. His chest rose with the warmth of his buizel lounging on top of it, and then it fell. His cock tingled delightfully from her paws gently exploring over the sensitive skin. Powerful jolts of over-stimulation shook him when she prodded his tip or rubbed his shaft too roughly. He welcomed her touch all the same.\n\n“That was incredible, Ilona,” he said softly.\n\nShe squeezed his cock. “Bui. Buizel, bui.”\n\n“Should we cut our way out of this net then? With all the deadly traps in this temple, I barely expected this last one to be stumped by a pokémon’s claws, or even a pocket knife.”\n\n“Buizel” Her voice dropped into a sultry rumble once again. The buizel shifted up over his chest until she sat perched up on top of him. He finally got a good look at her face, dripping with streaks of his own white cum that starkly contrasted against orange and tan fur. A thick strand of it draped down the side of her muzzle and up between her eyes. Another arced up past her forehead and onto her fur tuft. Still more semen lined her cheeks and upper chest and chin and neck. “Bui.” Her paws shifted down her belly, over top of the nipples barely poking out through her fur, and then over each lip of her tender folds.\n\nShe spread her pussy open for him again, tantalizing him with the slickness of her arousal. The smooth, silky pink skin glistened in flickering torchlight. He reached out, cautiously at first, still nervous at the thought of touching his buizel friend’s privates, especially now that she was looking right at him. Yet the impatient, hungry look in her eyes invited him in.\n\nHe ran his fingers over the subtle folds and creases of her pussy once again. He could have spent hours touching and fondling her, forgetting that he was strung up in a net trap in the depths of an ancient temple. Ilona transported him somewhere else, a place with only the two of them and not a care in the world.\n\n“You want more?” Montana asked cautiously. His fingers danced over the buizel’s silky, pink pussy, caressing her spread insides. The slick fluids of her arousal clung to his skin.\n\n“Buizel!” Ilona said in firm affirmation. She grabbed Montana’s half-erect cock with a paw, leaving her folds only half spread for his wandering fingers. “Bui! Buizel, bui.”\n\n“Ilona,” Montana grunted, her touch on his shaft tingling with pleasure that he just wanted to bask in. “I can’t just make myself hard again. Give it a moment. Shit, with you showing yourself off like that… with how you’re holding my cock, it’s not going to take long.”\n\n“Buizel,” she said with a glower.\n\nIlona didn’t need much patience. It barely took a minute of massaging Montana’s cock and showing off her spread pussy for him—letting him rub and caress her folds—before the man’s shaft was rock hard in her grip once more. “Buizel bui.”\n\n“I—Okay! I’m hard, Ilona. Fuck, I never knew how insatiable you were.”\n\n“Bui. Bui buizel bui,” she said, retrieving her paws and gazing down at him with a firm expression. Of course, Montana couldn’t take her entirely seriously with the cum still splattered all over her face.\n\n“Yeah, you’ve been wanting cake all your life and only just finally got some. I get it,” he said with a gentle grin. He reached a hand up to her cheek, caressing his buizel despite the cum his fingers had to brush through to do so.\n\n“Buizel,” she said with a curt nod. Then she shifted over top of him. Despite a short stumble as the netting strained under her footing, she managed to clamber over his waist, standing up with the support of the net on either side of her, so that the tip of her trainer’s throbbing cock was directed right up against her nether lips, spreading them just enough to give Montana a lingering peek of her slick insides.\n\nOf course, Montana was focused more on the warmth of her folds against his cock tip, how those dry, fuzzy lips parted to a slick wetness that begged him to thrust his hips upward and nestle his shaft inside. He forced himself to hold perfectly still. More than anything, he wanted Ilona to be comfortable. He wanted this to be just how she dreamed it would be.\n\nIlona moved a paw down a rope on the net. Then her other paw moved down. Then, steadily, her body descended with them, sinking onto the firm human penis prodding up at her entrance. She moaned in time with Montana. The man gazed up into her soft eyes, watching the complex emotions flash over her face, not quite able to make them all out. But he could easily see the pleasure, the desire, and the adoration as she gazed down at him.\n\nMontana hadn’t ever been inside anyone quite as heavenly tight as his loving buizel, and certainly no one as wonderfully slick as her. Despite his experience with flings, and despite even finding some real connection in his dating while teaching archeology at Goldenrod University, sex had never felt quite this intimate and connected. He’d never experienced this same passion and fiery desire as he did staring up at Ilona lowering her body on top of his.\n\nHer walls clenched around him, pleasure washing up his body with each slight motion inside his buizel. Her warmth radiated around his shaft. He hadn’t imagined that anyone who could squeeze with such a vice grip could still be this slick and effortless to slide into. Although he wanted to thrust up into her, recklessly pound into his buizel, mating her like a wild pokémon, he also didn’t want to hurt her. He was still nervous, the buizel less than three feet tall. So he lay there, heart pounding as he let Ilona take charge. Every pore of his body was flush with pleasure and eager anticipation of her next move.\n\nHis fingers brushed over her belly, caressing the buizel’s rows of nipples that barely peeked through her fur. The shiver that ran down her body vibrated through his fingers and even around his shaft.\n\n“Holy hell, you feel amazing,” Montana gasped. “You’re so fucking amazing, Ilona.”\n\nThe buizel’s concentrated grimace broke to a delighted, panting smile. Her eyes brightened and her tail tips buzzed with brief excited spins. Montana couldn’t help but beam back. Her excitement was contagious.\n\nExperimentally, she rocked her hips up, and then down again, gaze glued to Montana’s face the whole time. She must have liked what she saw, because, after a moment of panting, she repeated the motion.\n\nIlona’s mouth had been a gentle and slow build-up of pleasure guided by her tender, dancing tongue. On the other hand, right now Montana felt as if he were in a rocket ship. He struggled to control himself as his body wanted to race forward of its own accord, everything about her movements overwhelming him with vice-tight pleasure and intensifying arousal. It was all he could do to hold his breathing steady and focus on shaping those intense sensations into something manageable.\n\n“Are you doing okay, Ilona?” Montana managed to ask after a grunt and a shudder that had taken its time running the length of his body. “This—this is, wow. I uh, just—just let me know if it’s not comfortable or you need to switch or—”\n\n“Buizel!” she cut him off with a paw clumsily striking Montana’s upper lip. She must have been aiming for his mouth. As she had rolled her body up and down for another thrust over his shaft, she clearly hadn’t cared to focus on paw coordination.\n\nMontana tilted his head under the pressure of her paw as another burst of pleasure washed up through his body from the buizel’s pussy, so tight as it glided along his cock. He couldn’t help but start to laugh.\n\nAt first, Ilona looked confused. Her movements slowed down, and her fuzzy brow furrowed. After a moment, a grin split her muzzle and her own chirping laughter joined his. The paw that had clumsily battered Montana’s face slid down to caress his cheek. Hilted fully on her human’s throbbing shaft, the buizel leaned over to quiet them both with another passionate kiss.\n\nWith his arm cramped between them, Montana let go of her nipples and wrapped his hands around her back. He held her small, soft form as she shifted up and down, each movement carrying with it a burst of intense pleasure. The intensity of their sex was already beginning to build. Even though he’d cum just minutes ago, Montana already felt a second orgasm brewing deep within himself.\n\nHis fingers dug into her fur and massaged her back. He caressed her warm skin under the thick waterproof fur in a desperate attempt to give back a sliver of the pleasure that was cascading through his own body as his cock strained inside pokémon pussy. And Ilona’s back arched, her eyes remained loosely focused on him, but Montana could tell that she was just as lost in the intense experience as he was.\n\nDespite the difficulty of moving in the tangled web of rope, Montana strained and thrust back up into Ilona as she bounced on his cock and ground her hips against his own. He couldn’t hold himself back. She just felt so incredible, and he needed to be ever so slightly faster, ever so slightly deeper, to achieve that release that he felt hovering there just beyond his grip.\n\nHe wanted to squeeze his eyes shut to focus, but couldn’t stop gazing into Ilona’s own emerald eyes. He watched her orange fur shift and sway with her motion. He stroked her tender nipples. She was so beautiful. And her eyes were so full of adoration towards him.\n\nMontana arched his back. A deep grunt wrenched its way free in the midst of his moans. “I’m close, Ilona. Do you want me to—”\n\n“Buizel,” she commanded, her voice shaky with pleasure but her tone resolute.\n\nThere was no mistaking what she meant. Montana groaned and battered his hips up against his buizel’s body, feeling the intensity of her slick passage tightly hugging his comparatively huge shaft as it dragged along her walls. Every single wonderful sensation suddenly converged into alignment, and Montana knew he was at his precipice.\n\n“Oh, fuck,” he groaned as the wall of pleasure crashed over him. The sensation was incredible. He felt his buizel’s body squeezing and tugging at every inch of his cock, coaxing him into her. He felt her muscles clench around his shaft as she ground her small body down until her pussy lips were pressed against his crotch. A moan surpassed his groaning words. And then cum burst out deep inside of her.\n\nHis shaft throbbed and pulsated in her vice-gripping depths. She looked at him with an expression so full of love, and then she pulled him into another passionate kiss as he came inside of her small, pokémon form. She held him close to her with determination. Burst after burst of thick, warm human cum pumped inside her body. It was incredible. Her body felt amazing, and the affection they shared heightened the physical sensations to a whole other level.\n\nShudders ran down Montana’s body as he rode through his orgasm inside Ilona. Every few moments, she squirmed her hips or shifted around him, and an almost painful flash of intense pleasure shook his body. He never wanted to stop. What wouldn’t he give to stretch that moment full of orgasmic pleasure with an incredible, loving buizel out to an eternity?\n\nEventually, however, the pleasure faded and his shaft slowly fell limp. It slipped out of her. Ilona slowly extracted herself from his arms. She hoisted herself up with a fistful of net and then leaned down onto her back, crotch positioned right in the middle of his stomach.\n\nUsually a pokémon’s pussy was well-hidden with fur, but Ilona’s was still slightly splayed, the pink glistening with fluids spread around by Montana’s cock. He watched the flow of thick, pearly-white cum drool out of her pussy, glancing back and forth between that sight—a sight which he would have balked at the mere thought of just days ago—and the buizel’s coy smirk.\n\n“Buizel. Buizel bui. Buizel,” she said with a husky accent to her words. She reached between her legs and spread herself for him again. The ridges and smooth skin between her puffy, fuzzy lips shimmered and glistened with mixed fluids after their intense sex. Cum spilled from her entrance, the white a stark contrast from the dusty pink, which stood out just as much from her tan belly fur. He watched her muscles contract, her delicate entrance pulse with the ridges and folds tensing and contracting along with it, and another stream of cum spilled out of her to flow down and stick into the fur of her thighs and tail.\n\nEyes locked on his own, she let go with one paw, causing half of her spread pussy to pull back in place. Her paw reached in to smear the cum around her folds. Everywhere the ridges and bumps and smooth, silky pink of her lewdly displayed pokémon pussy glistened, she coated herself with a thick layer of the human cum that was pouring out from inside her. Then, with her pussy fully coated, she cupped that paw to gather a palmful of semen as it gushed out from inside her body. She didn’t break eye contact as she raised that paw to her muzzle and then slurped it down.\n\n“Bui bui buizel. Buizel bui?” Ilona asked.\n\nMontana didn’t have the slightest difficulty in piecing together her words. “Fuck yes, I liked that. Shaymin’s sweet scent, you’re the hottest woman I’ve ever seen.”\n\nIlona lost the composure of her sensual pose as she glowed in delight. She hesitated and then, with a big grin, flopped back down on top of Montana. Her short arms squeezed around his sides and she nuzzled into his muscular chest. “Bui buizel bui,” she said, happiness ringing through her voice.\n\nThey lay like that for a long time. Neither was in any rush. There were no other archeologists hunting for these ruins. There were no remnants of life in the ancient chambers. He and Ilona were alone together, they’d just shared a powerful moment, and he wanted to make that lingering glow last.\n\n“Ilona…” he said softly.\n\n“Bui?”\n\n“What do you want to do when we go back?”\n\nA mischievous smile adorned her snout as her paw slipped between them. She gently batted Montana’s flaccid cock. “Buizel.”\n\nHis face went red. He sputtered for a moment, but the seriousness of his own question sobered him after a few moments. “I mean, of course! But, what I mean is—I love getting you the gifts you pick out online, and I have the whole setup for your bank account because I know you can manage yourself and deserve your full cut of our work, but. Well,” Montana paused as he thought of how to word his thoughts. His hand stroked down through Ilona’s fur and elicited a rumbling noise of contentment. “The law still doesn’t speak the language of pokémon.”\n\n“Buizel buizel,” Ilona retorted, rubbing her cheek against his chest.\n\n“I _wish_ I did,” Montana said with a laugh. “Maybe you’re just easy to understand because you’re so damn wily. I—Ilona? How do you feel about spending some time in the southern Orange Islands? They’re, well, easier about things there.”\n\n“Buizel? Bui bui. Bui buizel bui,” Ilona said cautiously. She shifted her position down to lay next to his side in the net trap, like they were sharing a too-small, uncomfortable hammock. After rolling to face him, her paw lazily returned to his chest.\n\n“I can teach at a university down there. It’s not as prestigious as Kanto, and… I may not be allowed back to Kanto to explore and catalog their ruins. But, well, there are also places in the Orange Islands that need exploring. I think we could be happy there.”\n\nIlona’s face twisted. “Bui… buizel bui. Buizel buizel.”\n\n“I _would_ be happy, Ilona! I avoided all this because I was afraid to take advantage of you—or to make you feel like you couldn’t say no when I had, well, such a position of power over you. But if we keep doing this and—and I don’t think I’d ever want to go back to before—I don’t want to have to hide you or pretend you aren’t what you are to me. I don’t want you to suffer through that. That’s what would keep me from being happy.”\n\nSilence stretched the air between them. Ilona stared down at her paws, still glazed with cum that clumped her fur and left a sheen on her pads. “Buizel… Bui bui?”\n\n“I’m sure, Ilona. I really am. I can get a job down in the Orange Islands. The ruins won’t all be as exciting as this, but, well, there’s more to life. I’ll be happy.”\n\nThe buizel’s contemplative expression broke into a smile again. It stretched her muzzle and brightened her eyes. She gestured down to the brilliant idol still on a pedestal in the gilded room beneath them. “Bui. Buizel bui bui.”\n\n“Absolutely. But what do you mean by ‘excitement’—?”\n\nAs Ilona slashed through the net, Montana thought fast. His whip was out from his belt and cracking in the air in an instant. Ilona feigned a swoon despite her mischievous grin as Montana held her nestled under his arm. The body of the whip wrapped and then jolted taut around the cords of the torn net above them, and they swung towards their gleaming prize."}