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“Are you paying attention, Phen?” The Blaziken snapped back to attention at the voice of his trainer. He looked over at the young lady walking next to him, a short and fairly slight human with bright blue eyes and fair skin under a ponytail of blond hair, looking squarely up at him. Phen felt a touch of awkwardness as he realized he had zoned out again; he hadn’t caught on to a single thing the woman had been saying.

“Uh…not…really? Yeah…sorry, Dinah.”

Dinah gave a long sigh. “Phen, seriously, I need you to be more on top of things. You guys are supposed to have better senses than we do, if you’re not paying attention that means I’m more likely to get ambushed. I mean, you’re super strong, but what does that matter if someone gets the jump on me before you can step in?”

“Yeah, I know. I’m working on it. I swear, I don’t want to be leaving you vulnerable.” Very much the truth, his poor general awareness and spaciness was one of Phen’s biggest weaknesses, and he’d been trying to get better. It was a work in progress.

“As long as you are. I don’t like to lecture, you know, but, well, I’m not exactly made to fight anyone off. You know if my parents find out something happened to me they’re gonna do everything they can to tractor-beam me back home, adult or not, and I really don’t want that happening. What is it that has your mind occupied all the time, anyway?”

“Oh, you know, random stuff. It just keeps slipping in.” Now that was very much NOT the truth, but no way Phen was going to be honest there. Not when the reality was that 90% of his distraction was Dinah, namely images of her nude body and thoughts about what he’d really like to do to it. No, horny fantasies were definitely not something you wanted to reveal when the other person had no idea. And though he really was trying to get better about being alert, once those thoughts got in they were pretty hard to stop…he was lucky he was a Fighting-type, a type that had wildly superior physical control of themselves, because just about any other type wouldn’t be able to hide the boners that came with such fantasies. “I guess I need to learn how to train myself to have better focus. It’s not easy, though, physical training comes to me like a snap, but mental training…well, you know us Fighting-types, we’re not exactly mind over body.”

“Maybe we can get a Psychic to train you. Or to wire it into your head.”

“Not a chance in hell of that last one. The day I let a Psychic rewrite my mind is the day I turn into an actual bucket of fried chicken.”

Dinah giggled a bit. “Well, I’m sure they can train you, at least. Just don’t stop working on it or I may have to have them force the issue.”

“Aw, c’mon…you wouldn’t do that to your only protector, would you?”

“If you’re not being a protector, it doesn’t matter, now, does it?”

“Aheh…” Phen rubbed the back of his head. She had him there. “I’ll, uh, maybe look into asking someone for advice…”

Suitably chastened, Phen kept his mind much more on top of things until they got to their resting spot for the evening. Well, late afternoon, really, but they’d gotten an earlier start…Dinah was still working on stamina, she couldn’t keep up the pace for as long as some other people could. It was a product of a sheltered life, she’d grown up under stuffy, overprotective parents who had extremely old-fashioned views about where women belonged in the world, and she was treated as delicate and fragile for much of her formative years, a lifestyle not exactly conducive to physical fitness. It wasn’t until her teen years that she had become dissatisfied with feeling like a dress-up doll for fancy folks and had started to push back, wanting to go see the world on her own terms with a Pokémon just like other traveling trainers - something her parents had a first flat-out refused, and only relented when she began to threaten to run away on her own. They had gotten her a Pokémon and pushed her to train it before going…which really mostly ended up being them foisting trainers on Phen and having them push him annoyingly hard, to the point where he actually had to take a swing at them a couple times to get them to back off. Still, it paid off, he went from a somewhat scraggly Torchic to a finely-tuned Blaziken in fairly short order, finally reaching the point where he was deemed suitable to be Dinah’s bodyguard and escort. Of course, Dinah more wanted a companion than a bodyguard, but a Pokémon tended to play both roles anyway.

And Phen wanted to be dutiful to her…well, he wanted to be a lot of things to her. They had been fairly close even back at the house, even when she was chided for ‘coddling’ him when she helped him relax after grueling training sessions, but once they were on the road and out of that stifling influence, their bond had gotten quite a bit stronger. It certainly helped that they both finally felt free to be themselves, rather than putting up a front to please Dinah’s parents. Dinah had really embraced being a ‘casual’ girl, and the longer she was away from her other life the less pleasant she found it; at this point the only time she wanted to see a frilly dress was when it was going up in flames from Phen’s pyrrhic powers. And Phen himself was a lot more at ease getting close to her as a friend, rather than feeling pressured to be distant and imposing like her parents wanted him to be, they saw him as an indifferent tour guide to shuttle their precious fragile baby around and bring her back when she was ready to be their doll again. Of course, he wanted to keep her safe, but also to help her grow and mature and develop her own sense of self, and he wanted to be a comforting part of her life.

But…he was a Pokémon. He had needs, he had urges, he had desires. And he was a tricky combination, the fierce control of a Fighting-type blended with the wild and impulsive nature of a Fire-type. The two sides of him were in a constant battle between reining it in and cutting loose. His fire wanted aggression, wanted dominance, and wanted Dinah hard - wanted to grab her, strip her, and rut her with a feral passion that felt perfectly at home with a Pokémon’s strong natural link. His controlled side…well, it certainly wanted her, too, but was in charge of reminding him of the minefield that was, that it wasn’t a boundary he should cross unless that was what she wanted as well, and was reticent to be the one to propose. Maybe she would have been interested, sure, that was entirely possible…but, if he asked, would she do it because she wanted to, or because she felt like she had to, to keep him happy or to keep him from deciding that next time he’d take rather than ask? Although he was her Pokémon, and technically she was supposed to have the power position, the reality was that he was magnitudes stronger and faster than she was, he could easily knock the ball that he was tied to away if she tried to use it - and even that was unlikely, given that it was snug at the bottom of her pack, it would take a good while for her to reach it if she wanted to use it. She was basically trusting him not to abuse the power he had over her…would asking such a question put her in a position where she felt like she had to submit to him to ensure her continued safety? Phen couldn’t put Dinah into that kind of position, and unless he got a hint, he wasn’t saying a word.

Thinking, though…he was all right with that.

“Phew…this whole ‘pushing your limits’ thing really takes it outta you.” Dinah slumped back against a tree, breathing somewhat heavily; not as bad as it had been earlier on, she was definitely getting more capable, but Phen could tell she wasn’t nearly at where she wanted to be yet. He had a good sense for things like that…and also enough good sense to not point out that he was perfectly fine. “Phen, would you be a dear and go get us some firewood?”

“I can get firewood, but I’m afraid I can’t be a deer. You’ll have to catch a Deerling or a Sawsbuck if you want that.”

“Ass.” Dinah stuck out her tongue an the snickering Blaziken. “That was a lame joke, too. That was like dad joke material.”

“Seems weird that you call them dad jokes when they don’t sound like anything your dad would ever say.”

“That’s because Dad is a humorless twat. I don’t think I’ve ever heard him make a joke, and he only ever seems to laugh at someone else’s misfortune. At least Mom can tell a funny story sometimes…though she’d be with me on that one.”

“Hey, lame jokes are important in life. You can’t know what good humor is without having bad humor to compare it to!”

“And you give me plenty of material for that. Let’s maybe get a fire going before you expose me to more of it?”

Phen grinned. “Sure, I’ll fuel us up with both bad jokes and firewood. You’d better be ready!”

“I doubt that’ll be possible.” Still, Phen saw a smile on her face before he turned away to leave. Bad jokes aside, he knew she just appreciated things not being taken so seriously…the stuffiness of her early life had definitely been stressful on her, having to keep up this very strict and proper image that Phen just didn’t think was healthy in the slightest. She seemed much happier out here in the open, without any expectations or pressures.

Firewood was on his menu…but he was in no rush, they weren’t really that far close to sundown and the weather was nice, so he’d have time. And there was only one stick of ‘firewood’ he wanted in his hands right now…as he got a fair bit away, he finally let his cock evert, the long staff pushing out of the feathery crotch. It had a quite impressive length, and a girth which tapered somewhat, thickening out rapidly over the first inch and then getting much more gradually grittier from there to the base. And of course, being on a Fire-type, it was letting off a good bit of steam and was quite furiously hot to the touch, though of course not dangerously so, not unless Phen willed it. And he didn’t will that part of him to burn earnestly as a general rule - this was meant to be a tool of pleasure, not of pain. He could deal out plenty of pain with his fists and feet, one part of him could be reserved for purely good sensations.

He started to stroke himself as he strolled around, letting his mind wander freely now. And of course, there was only one subject of his attentions at the moment…and now that he was actively pleasuring himself, he let his thoughts get a little wilder. Imagining himself grabbing her, tearing her clothes away to reveal her gorgeous (to him) body, pinning her underneath him and driving forcefully into her, showing off the full scope of his strength and virility…his cock burying itself to the hilt within her, stretching her slightly, all while she was screaming out in bliss. It was in his nature, he loved it rough, uninhibited, letting his power and heat surge outside his restraint; it was a lucky thing he was a Pokémon, and could be that rough without being a hazard to his partners, he’d be a lot less into it otherwise. He’d never have dared let on to Dinah how he wanted to do her in his wildest fantasies, he very much doubted she’d be into that and it might give her pause as to whether she could trust him. Oh, well, he could dream, and dream he would, working his cock harder, hissing pre beading at the tip of his shaft as he pumped himself, eyes closed and losing himself in the mental image.

Perhaps a little more attention to his surroundings would have been a good idea.

Phen didn’t realize anything was wrong until it was already too late. Suddenly he felt his foot step on something furry, and heard a yelp from right near that spot. His eyes jerked open and he looked down, catching sight of the wounded tail being whipped away as he lifted his foot, along with a few others…the Vulpix attached to them had a gaze of mortal terror on its face. In the brief moment that he had to register what was going on, he understood why that was - a tall, visibly powerful Blaziken, having ambushed the fox, lust in his eyes and cock in his hand as he looked down at him…could there be any doubt the Vulpix thought he was about to be the target of Phen’s needs?

But he wouldn’t have time to try to correct that misconception. In fact, he had no time to think about anything, as the Vulpix reacted like a shot before he could even start to apologize, a strange wave bursting out from it and hitting him square on. His head head snapped back and he staggered back a couple steps…it was no physical injury, but suddenly Phen’s head was totally scrambled, the Confuse Ray ruthlessly effective at what it did. The Vulpix was gone in a flash, and Phen was too zonked to even notice, or even remember that there WAS a Vulpix in the first place. His thoughts were fractured, needing to knit themselves together…and the first ones that came to him were the thoughts about Dinah, the images of her, under him, taking him and loving it…and the first awareness that came to him was his hard, dripping cock, pouring the juices of desire through him.

His beak twisted up in an addled grin. Why was he out here, when he could be back at the site pleasuring his mate? He couldn’t even remember what he was out there for, but surely it could wait…he had to give her what he knew she wanted.

———

“Ugh…I gotta get better shoes.” Dinah had taken hers off and was rubbing her feet a bit, trying to soothe the ache. Maybe she’d worn them down too much…she didn’t really have a good sense for how long they could last, she didn’t have much familiarity with travel shoes. Just one more thing her sheltered life hadn’t prepared her for…she needed to ask for some advice the next time she was in town. When she had shopped beforehand, she hadn’t been willing to ask, it was too embarrassing to admit that she was so clueless about so much. That had made her life harder than it needed to be, but it had been an important part of her growth, realizing that her life would be so much worse if she didn’t learn from people who had the knowledge that she needed. She couldn’t let her desire for independence actively interfere with her independence.

Phen had been such a saving grace through all that. The Blaziken had pushed her a little on her stubbornness before, but didn’t ever shove too hard, and was always there to back her up even as she made her many, many mistakes. There was no way she would have been able to keep this up and get to the point she was at now without him. He’d helped bring out some confidence in her, was a warm shoulder to cry on during the roughest moments, and she truly felt more relaxed when he was around, and not just because he was a guardian. Really, the only thing she could chastise him about was the mind wandering, and if that was the biggest drawback he had, she was in darn good shape with her Pokémon. And that was a relatively small thing, not even remotely countering the many big supports he gave her; she didn’t know how she could repay him for all that.

Well…there was one thing she could do…but she wasn’t really sure it was a good idea, or if she was truly ready for it.

Sexuality was something else she’d been utterly naïve about before leaving the home - never a chance in hell her parents would let their delicate precious flower knew anything about that sort of thing if they could help it. She’d explored herself enough to know about that certain part of her that felt good, and enough to know that it took a man and woman to make a baby, but that was a far cry from understanding. It had only been after an uncomfortable encounter with a lecherous trainer in the city that she’d gotten the run-down - from Phen, no less, and that had been fairly awkward for both of them. After explaining it, Phen had decided that it would help to see it in action, and brought her to see a couple of Pokémon going at it…it had certainly been enlightening, and a touch arousing. She’d learned more about it on her own time since then, enough to have a fair degree of confidence that she understood the basics of what was going on and what to do when the time came.

But, she was still a virgin. She didn’t feel comfortable with other guys yet, strangers who she didn’t know if they were going to take advantage of her sub-standard street smarts and do something she didn’t expect, and either wouldn’t be confident enough to refuse them or strong enough to keep them from forcing the issue. She had a feeling she’d really need to get to know a guy before she was willing to let them do something like that to her…and there was one guy she really knew, and that was Phen. She trusted him, she knew he wouldn’t do anything to hurt her…she didn’t know whether he would want her, though, and was worried about making things awkward. Nor was she certain she was ready for such things, it was a big step. Nor was she sure that it would be seen as okay, technically she was the boss over him, it could be seen as coercive to ask something like that of him, or at least that was what some things she read had suggested. Nor was she sure if she could handle him…Phen was big, she had to assume he was big where it mattered as well, and he was so strong and so hot even in the best of times, would it be too much for her? No, there were several reasons she hadn’t broached the idea, even if she thought it would be a nice way to do something for him…she would confess to some curiosity, but that alone wasn’t enough to cultivate boldness. And that seemed like something that didn’t need to be rushed…

Whether it needed to be or not, it was about to be.

She heard footsteps coming her direction, and figured it was probably Phen with the firewood. She rose up to give him a hand, but stopped cold when she saw him. His gait was unsteady, stumbling, and he had a strange look on his face - and, considerably more disconcertingly, a cock as stiff and erect as she’d ever seen in her life, and she certainly hadn’t seen it on him. “Phen?! What’s…what’s going on?”

“What? What what? Nothing! Hee hee hee…” At first she thought it might be a Ditto replacing her Blaziken - she’d heard of them doing that before, usually so they could pounce on and ravage unsuspecting trainers when they were least prepared. But this wasn’t a good example of that if that was the case, he was acting far too strange to be getting her to lower her guard…and suddenly Phen was on her, grabbing her wrist, and she realized she had run out of time to wonder about things. “I’m just here to, hee hee, give you the good time I should! Isn’t that what a good mate does?”

“M…mate?! Ah!” Dinah cried out as her shirt was suddenly torn off of her by flaming claws, sparks and cinders flying at the brutal disrobing. One of the claws caught her bra, slicing it apart and causing it to fall off behind her, exposing her modest breasts. She tried to jerk away, but that grip was far too powerful. “Phen! What’s gotten into you? Why’d you do that?!”

“Why not? Such a sexy body shouldn’t be hidden, should it?”

Dinah was shocked. This was far too unlike Phen! She tried to look him in the eye to tell him off…and then froze when she saw it. Things you learned about early in Pokémon care were how to recognize common status effects, as they could be quite troublesome to deal with if you let them go on their own. Things like getting frozen or falling asleep were obvious enough for anyone, but paralysis was subtler, involving sparks occasionally traveling visibly over the body, and conditions like poison and burn mostly were noticeable by a discolored pallor over the Pokémon. More transitory statuses, though, were even harder to notice, usually only able to be told by looking at the eyes. The one everyone was taught was confusion, because it was the most important one to know just for how much trouble it could cause - a confused Pokémon was dangerous to everyone, including themselves. And right now, Dinah was seeing the sign as clear as day - unfocused gaze, narrow pupils, and a gray cloudiness that almost seemed like it swirled in a spiral in the eye.

Recognizing it was one thing - addressing it was another. And she didn’t really have the time, as that same clawed hand made quick work of her shorts and panties, a flare of heat hitting her body and making her yelp out. No burn, though the skin looked a touch red, and it certainly didn’t feel comfortable. She tried once more to pull away, to try to get to her bag which had a couple of Persim Berries in there, but it was probably fifteen feet away and there was no escaping that grip…

Suddenly she was pulled against him, and then they were going down to the ground, Dinah being carried down by the Blaziken’s arm and stopping just moments before impact, the rest of her being laid down gently enough that she almost thought Phen had snapped out of it. No such - his eyes were still just as muddled, and that grin was getting frightening. Confusion took time to wear off, but how long was unpredictable…if it lasted much longer, she wasn’t getting out of this a a virgin.

“Hnng…you’re so fucking hot, you know that?” Phen’s tongue ran over his beak, panting steam out of his mouth, before leaning down to lick and nip at Dinah’s neck and shoulder. “I may be the Fire-type, but you’re fuckin’ SMOKING. And I love that you’re mine…I don’t care how many others wanna slam you silly, I’ll make sure to top them all, every damn time.”

“Pheeen…please, snap out of it…” Dinah was sweating, and it wasn’t just the heat. Confusion didn’t MAKE Pokémon think anything…all this now were things Phen must have been thinking about and never told her about. Having it revealed that he’d been secretly lusting for her all this time, and that he would ‘share’ her with other Pokémon, was certainly awkward enough, never mind that she was currently on the brink of having it demonstrated physically. She considered striking him, but there was little guarantee that that would work, and a better chance that it would make him mad, and she did NOT want him mad when he was this addled. At this point, though, her options were dwindling fast.

“Heh heh heh heh…I love that sultry voice of yours…” Phen clearly wasn’t registering the words she was saying. “I love hearing it sing out for me even more, though, when I’m driving the moans out of you.” Dinah felt a searing heat prod against her clit, making her cry out. “Mmm, like that, more of that, show me how much you love feeling my firestick in you.”

Dinah shuddered a bit as the heat was removed from her sensitive organ. She had NOT been ready for that, at all…she was thankful that it hadn’t really hurt, though it had been intense enough that she’d felt some discomfort from it. With Phen’s arms pinning her firmly, though, and no sign of a break in the confusion, there was nothing left but to brace herself for the inevitable. In the last moments before it happened, she privately absolved Phen of the blame - it wasn’t his fault, he wasn’t doing this out of malice or anything, he was simply addled beyond his own control. That wasn’t going to make it any less of a rough ride, though…

And then he speared in.

She couldn’t have been ready for his size, stabbing in deep and stretching her in ways she hadn’t ever experienced in her life. She couldn’t have been ready for the raging heat that suddenly engulfed her midsection and then flared out through the rest of her body, making her feel like she was baking from the inside out. She certainly couldn’t have been ready for the piercing of her hymen, nor the flare of heat that came as it was broken, dampening the pain and diminishing the blood flow. And she couldn’t have been ready for the sheer power she felt from just that one thrust - and there were doubtless many more to come.

But least of all, she couldn’t have been ready for her to LIKE it.

Not totally, for sure - this was still all too sudden, all too unexpected, and she was all too unprepared. But even as her mind still read panic, she could feel the pleasure from it…a muted rush that crawled up her spine, giving her tingles in her loins. And her cry was not entirely shock or strain, there was a hint of a pleasure tone mixed in there. A little sign that she only caught subconsciously, a subtle reminder that, even zonked to the point of shattering his inhibitions, Phen wasn’t intending to hurt her. If he had, he could have been doing a lot worse…

That didn’t mean he was holding back too much, though. Dinah had only moments to gather herself before she was barraged by fierce thrusts, that Blaziken cock drilling into her with nary a hitch, the raw power of a Fighting-type making a mockery of any resistance of Dinah’s own feeble muscles. And the heat, the insane and barely-endurable heat, flaring in her with every thrust and intensifying more and more as Phen’s cock leaked its scalding precum, channeling the fire of his fuckstick more effectively. His rhythm was slightly off-kilter, the confusion still making him less steady than he surely could be, but it hardly mattered, the natural instinct did enough to compensate and keep him mostly orderly.

It seemed impossible at first, but Dinah was starting to adjust to it. Her mind was catching up with all the new sensations, registering what was going on more clearly, and she was feeling everything, the intensity and the raw heat and the stretching and force…and it was starting to feel good, giving her a buzz and a thrill through her that she hadn’t been ready for. Her squirming in his grasp only served to adjust the angles of his entry, allowing Phen to prod more sensitive spots inside her and get her moaning out loud. This all was definitely NOT going how she would have expected, and she wasn’t sure how she should be receiving that, since her mind was rather preoccupied.

It wasn’t just his cock, either. Phen was still giving her licks and beak nips along her neck and shoulder, leaving red marks on her that burned where his tongue touched and lingered. His hands slid along her arms, lightly scratching her and leaving streaks of fire along her skin. And then there was his scent, the powerful musky spicy miasma with a hint of sulfur, flooding her nose and making her head spin. The whole experience was getting to her a lot more than she ever would have expected, and she would never have seen such sensual efforts coming from such a sudden attack…

Under it all, without her even being fully aware of it, it clicked. That word. Mate. Dim understanding filled her - it wasn’t like she would have expected from a forced encounter because he was treating her like a mate. Because in his warped head, that’s what he saw her as. Why would he want to hurt her? He was just expressing his lust the way he liked to with a mate…perhaps, the way he thought SHE would like it. And so far, in spite of the circumstances, he was doing a reasonably fine job, because she was starting to come around to it. Perhaps it was the subtle understanding that there was no malice made it easier for her to calm down, knowing that she was still safe and he wasn’t truly turning on her, but she was calming down, and with less fear and panic came more pleasure and desire.

Enough that, when she started to feel him slow down, it was actually not what she wanted…she had started to feel herself winding up for an orgasm, hey body between primed for one of those glorious releases, and as he tapered off, that sense of budding pleasure slowing, keeping her teetering on the verge but not putting her over. She didn’t even realize she was about to say it when it came out of her mouth: “Ph-phen, ha, harder, please…”

And then he stopped outright, and she felt her beak at his ear. “…Harder, is it?”

———

Phen had been enjoying himself. Not that he’d been entirely himself, but he’d been enjoying it.

The thing about confusion for Pokémon was that it wasn’t actually a bad state from the confused’s point of view. It made one feel giddy, euphoric, lightheaded and free…that was why it was so easy for one to hurt themselves, because they didn’t realize they were doing anything because everything felt good. It was sort of a dreamlike state, too, things didn’t have to make sense, sensory inputs weren’t processed with any sense of importance, one could just enjoy the ride while it lasted. It was such that some Pokémon let themselves be confused voluntarily for fun outside of battles, just to enjoy that brief burst of bliss, a less risky high than, say, a Poison-types chemicals or even natural drugs.

The key word, though, was ‘brief.’ Confusion in battle usually resolved in a minute or two at most; outside of battle, it had more longevity, but rarely went beyond about fifteen minutes at a time. And the exact length was unpredictable, it could last for less than that as well. For Phen, it had only been about eleven minutes since he’d been hit by the Vulpix…and that, it turned out, was all he had.

The haze always faded gradually, the confused Pokémon not totally aware what they were doing on the initial fade and only slowly picking up on it as the brain regained its sensibility. Which was why it took a bit for Phen to be aware that the very good dream he had of fucking Dinah was not in fact a dream at all, but something that he was actively doing right that very moment. And it was as that information was being processed that he was slowing down, feeling a churn in the pit of his gut at the growing realization of his actions against his trainer, the person he was supposed to be protecting, and the burgeoning horror that he had almost certainly fucked everything to hell, quite literally.

Until he heard those words.

Suddenly he got a hold of himself and stopped, dead, despite his body’s heartfelt pleas for him to continue. He dropped his head down, getting close as he could to her. “Harder, is it? Haah…and here I was, about to spontaneously combust because I thought I’d just ruined both our lives…”

Dinah gasped a bit - the way Phen’s voice was coming through, it was very clearly different from when he’d started…she couldn’t see his eyes, but she didn’t have to, she knew. “Phen…you…”

“Enough about me, Dinah. Tell me what YOU want.”

“I…I…”

“No one’s around. No one to care. No one to judge. If that’s not the issue, I won’t go one second longer.”

Dinah tensed up. She had an out, right then…Phen didn’t even have to give it to her, as far as they’d already gotten, with what she’d admitted to. But where she hadn’t the choice before, she did now…he was turning this from an unfortunate accident to something fully mutual. And given what she’d already been feeling…no, she already knew what she wanted. “Phen…fuck me, please.”

“Gladly.” And then Phen thrust, deeper inside, hilting into her, and clapped his beak over her mouth, absorbing her cry as she came, her body jerking underneath him as she gushed all over his cock, doing the humping for him for a moment as she spasmed and bucked. His tongue danced with hers, spreading another source of passion within her, keeping her from going blank as he fed her more heat, holding himself still until she had ridden out that orgasmic crest, sinking back into sweaty stability, her breaths hard and heavy. And then Phen pulled away from her, grinning down at her with a fiery intensity. She shivered a bit as she gazed at it…it was a look she’d never seen before on him, hungry, aggressive, but still not hostile…it was rather exciting.

“My turn.”

From there, it started up almost as it had before. Phen was ruthless, driving in with all the power he could muster, perhaps even more so now that his body was smacking against hers fully, his cock having pierced to her core and being much more readily accepted now. His arms were more wrapped around her now than pinning her to the ground, holding her tight to him as she clung to his feathery from, screaming into him her raw ecstasy. And that was the difference, there was no longer anything holding her back, now that it was something they had both agreed to rather than something that had happened to them, the reservations were gone, and she could truly enjoy everything - and WHAT an everything to enjoy! She never thought all this could ever be so good…and here she had been fearing that she couldn’t handle his heat or his power, the more of it he used the better it felt!

And it was just as good for Phen, who was grunting and growling and cawing savagely as he unleashed all that pent-up need on Dinah, reveling in finally getting what he’d desired for so long. And it was everything he’d imagined, everything he’d pleasured himself to, she was as fantastic as he knew she would be, handling everything he gave to her without trouble. Her scent was divine, her body was exceptional, her voice half-muffled in his shoulder was almost angelic. And she was his, and he was hers…and that was the best part of all.

The more their bodies crashed together, the closer they got to sharing in the greatest rush of all of them. Phen rocked in deep as he could, ran his claws along her back, blew heat on the back of her neck, let his body get hotter by the second…Dinah clung and pulled his feathers, squeezed down around him, pushed her body against his, her chest rubbing against his, giving her nipples a heat bath and feather tickle that ticked up the delight even more.

“Dinah…I’m…gonna…”

“Y-yes! Phen!”

Phen was first to the finish line, letting out a fittingly-birdlike screech as he slammed inside and came hard, spewing blazing-hot semen into his human’s womb. The flare of heat deep inside her was a final coup de grace for Dinah, and within just a few seconds she too was cumming fiercely, spasming around his throbbing dick and milking him for more of that savory heat, which he was very much happy to provide. Each squirt felt like a flood, she felt herself being filled to the brim and beyond, a good heal of his spunk leaking out of her, being smeared around her labia and clit, spreading more of that rapturous fire all over her. And still he was shooting, with such force that she could feel each shot in her deepest depths as it started to push her out, the pressure of his cock blocking just enough to make her feel that swell.

Soon, Phen rolled over, so that Dinah was on top of him, rather than underneath, giving her clearer air to breath as she started to come down from her climax. She laid on top of him wearily, spent from the two orgasms, but moaning in undeniable bliss as she rubbed his chest. Phen didn’t hang on too much longer either, his load finally tapering off and enough of his seed leaking out to soak his crotch feathers to relieve the very slight swell Dinah had had. He continued to hold her close, rubbing her back and sighing contentedly. They were going to need quite the rest after this, but it was absolutely worth it, beyond any shadow of doubt. It had been something of an unfortunate start, but the payoff had been nothing short of phenomenal…if only every mistake could turn out like that.

———

“Wait…you don’t remember what happened?”

“Only the few seconds around when it hit me. Confusion can do that, it can break your memory of who confused you, so that the user can get away safely. So I’m not event sure what Pokémon it was that confused me. Dozens of options, so…yeah.”

“I never knew that. But you remember everything else?”

“Yeah. It’s a weird memory, fuzzy and not as detailed, but I do remember what I was feeling. I, uh, started thinking of you as my mate, and I was, uh, already quite…aroused…so I think I just…had this moment where it seemed entirely logical.”

“Logical to jump me and tear my clothes off?”

Phen chuckled a bit in embarrassment. “I, uh…did apologize for that. There’s…something about that kind of exposure that just…turns me on, I guess. And given I have no real attachment to clothing in the first place, I guess my confused mind just didn’t place any importance on it.”

“Well, you’d better start, because I can’t let everything I have be destroyed. I gotta look decent sometimes.” Dinah stroked the Blaziken’s face. “I can forgive the ambush once. But next time you do it, it’ll only be with my permission, got it?”

“Loud and clear.” Phen thought it was quite cute for Dinah to be laying down rules like that while planted on his lap, his stiff cock still embedded to the hilt. It was their fifth round in two days since the initial incident, neither one of them in any hurry to put a stop to this new side of their relationship without a good reason. For Phen it was as straightforward as his desire for her, but for Dinah, it served another purpose as well, namely another breaking down of old inhibitions and restrictions, a freeing up of herself in another way that made her feel more like her own person. Somewhat ironic that it made her feel more in control of herself, when in the midst of the act she was very clearly under Phen’s control…her Blaziken got rough and rowdy, and she couldn’t keep up with him, she just had to be along for the ride. But she trusted him, so it wasn’t a problem.

“So…one more thing to ask about,” she said, running a hand through Phen’s head feathers. “When you were talking to me during that zonked period, you mentioned not caring how many others, ah, what was it? ‘Slammed me silly?’”

Phen’s eyes went wide briefly, then shut as he let out an abashed groan. “Please don’t get angry at me…that was just, uh…instinct speaking. Pokémon, uh, they kind of have a thing where…well…look, it’s hot to see your hot mate get plowed by another male and then step in to show them how much better you are at it. I promise, it’s not something I was fantasizing about there…”

“That…that’s really a thing?”

“It is. I, uh, I’m familiar enough with humans to know that tends NOT to be the case with them. But with Pokémon, it’s…validation, I guess?”

Dinah blinked a bit, then let out a laugh. “Clearly I’ve still got a lot to learn about a lot of things. You guys are wild sometimes. But, then again, that can be a good thing.” She gave Phen a kiss on the front of his beak. “I don’t know if I’m quite ready for that yet…but I’m more than happy for you to spend some time ‘convincing’ me.” She leaned in towards his ear. “Maybe if you do a good enough job, I’ll let you make the decision for me…with my blessing this time.”

“Dinah…” Phen found himself caught off-guard. “Are you sure? Even after…”

“Phen…you managed to make a good case for yourself even when completely bonkers. When you’re in your right mind? I know I can trust you to know the lines. Besides, it’s not really against my will when I tell you it’s okay, right?”

“I suppose not.” A grin formed again on the Blaziken’s beak. They were going to have a lot of fun together, he knew that for sure…and he had a feeling he’d be a lot less distracted now than he had been before, wrapped up in unmet desires. Still, given what had happened, maybe sometimes it wasn’t such a bad thing to space out, either.