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He sat there, unsure of what to write.

Everything that he thought of, well, it didn't interest him anymore. It wasn't that the ideas were terrible or weren't up to par with the things he'd written in the past; it was just... Well, writer's block? Nothing seemed to be worthwhile to write about, nothing sparked that intense rush of now that he felt whenever he wrote in the past.

James shut the laptop, the laptop he'd used for well over three years now to write the smut he'd written. It was all he wrote. He didn't have the confidence to write anything else. Horny was easy for him. It came naturally to him, and writing his thoughts and desires onto the page was simple, had been simple, but now...

He got up and left his room, wanting some air. The floor was cold, the house was cold, and a cup of tea would do to warm him and his spirits up. So the kettle was placed, and the stove top was turned on; James leaned against the counter and looked at his phone. He'd told his friends that he was going to write, friends he'd met through his writing, but well.

It was easier just to watch something. Anything.

The slight, nearly silent pitter-patter of footsteps brought his attention up from his phone. It was Grovyle, his friend and, frequently, the only reason he got out of bed in the morning. James gave a weary smile as the Pokemon approached, a smile that the small creature returned as he nuzzled up to his master.

Grovyle, his friend, had been with James for a few years since he left his parents' house to live in the big city. No more island life for him; James was now an independent man who depended wholeheartedly on his Pokemon pal. Finally, the kettle began to scream. James let go of Grovyle and turned, taking it off, and made a cup of tea.

While he steeped the tea, Grovyle walked away, leaping onto the couch, and from there to his perch. James didn't know if it was within his rights as a renter to screw something into the wall, but it was Grovyle. He was worth losing a security deposit over.

James watched as his Pokemon snuggled up to a plush Rattata, an adorable birthday gift he'd gotten as a kid. He thought about sitting on the couch, maybe watching some TV as he cuddled with Grovyle, but he'd done that yesterday and the day before after work... he didn't want to fall into that insanely comfortable trap again. Even if Grovyle was giving him some serious baby-doll eyes.

Before he sat down, James put some milk and sugar in the cup, tossed the tea bag away, and returned to his room after giving Grovyle a warm smile. He needed to write; something inside him was just... nagging him to finish a project. So, after sipping the breakfast tea, he booted up the laptop again.

There were three potential stories he could continue. One was your typical coming out story, two friends meeting up late at night in a park, only for one to confess his feelings and... James hadn't written anymore. Another was more smut-focused, a fast food worker sucking some mean dick in the bathroom. Not heavy story-wise, like the other one, but sometimes you just needed to write a fantasy or two down.

The third was the longest of the three. A combination of the last two. A young college student, a real rags-to-riches kind of guy, attending some hoity-toity state university, is going to stay over at his wealthy friend's lake cabin for spring break. Stuff is tame at first, but he realizes that his friend never invites anyone over, and it's just the two of them, and well... James hadn't written any smut yet, but man was he close.

He wrote five sentences of it before the self-doubt came over him.

For the love of Arceus, why even bother.

"Grovyle!" James called, sighing heavily as he switched to PokeTube.

The sound of scurrying, scratching Pokemon feet came, and soon his small friend leaped onto the bed, curling into his arms. James smiled as that warm, wonderful feeling washed over him. For the next hour or so, the two of them watched something, anything. It didn't matter; James just pulled Grovyle tight against him.

Videos, movies, and shows were fine, but after a while, even holding his closest friend tight against him just... made him feel bad. He thought about going back to writing, but the concept completely turned him off. Likewise, watching stuff with Grovyle turned him off. James sighed, frustrated. Why was everything making him feel bad?

After the video ended, "Top Ten Facts You Didn't Know About Grass Types," James closed the laptop and sighed, looking over at Grovyle. The Pokemon's yellow and black eyes looked back innocently, and he gave a sly smile.

"Wanna go for a walk or something?" He shrugged. Grovyle nodded and excitedly, wordlessly, got up, leaping to the door.

He was such a bundle of energy.

James got up, taking his home shirt off - it was a shirt he loved wearing, but it was way too big to wear out in public - and put something more well-fitting on. He looked in the mirror and made sure his hair, the dark mess of curls that it was, was... well, it was a nightmare one hundred percent of the time, but at least now he shepherded it into a manageable, somewhat good-looking nightmare.

And with that, the two of them were off. James lived in a renovated mill, and Arceus was a nice area. So the two of them walked down the paved trail in silence. James would have loved to have a conversation with Grovyle as the two of them walked, but, even setting aside the whole "He's a Pokemon, and I'm a human," he was a relatively quiet person. So James didn't know if he'd have anything to say, even if they could talk.

Maybe he'd tell Grovyle how much he loved him. How he was so glad that the two of them were friends? He didn't really know, but like, just something. Anything. He chuckled under his breath, one of those heavy breaths you did whenever you found something funny but not funny enough to laugh at. Grovyle looked up, smiled, looked back at something in the distance, and then stopped dead in his tracks. James glanced down and saw this look that he'd never seen before on his friend's face.

Grovyle looked up at him and whined, which was... odd. James asked what it was; the Pokemon pointed towards something in the woods. Cocking a brow, James nodded and followed Grovyle. It was a bit hard to keep up with him, but the two of them made their way through the thick woods until sounds began to grow more and more audible. He knew what they were before he even saw what was going on.

There were slapping, moans and grunts, howls, and various Pokemon crying their names repeatedly in all sorts of variations. Then, finally, his eyes grew wide as the two of them walked to a tree line; there was a tiny clearing, maybe a ten or fifteen-foot circle filled with Pokemon, all having all sorts of sex with each other.

Arceus...

James could make out at least ten or so Pokemon... An Arcanine railing a Houndoom, a Buizel, and a Poochyena in a rather intense sixty-nine, there was a Luxio on top of the Poochyena, fucking him as hard as he could. A Lucario and a Zoroark leaning against a tree, each of their thick, knotted, big cocks leaking all over each other. In the middle of it all, a Dragonite was lying on his back, cradling a Mightyena on his rather gigantic cock. A Charmander was humping away at his face, moaning his name loudly.

"Holy fuck." James whispered, already feeling a raging boner coming on. He hadn't gotten off in days in a vain hope that the horny he'd feel from being pent up would help with his writing.

"Grovyle..." Grovyle was probably saying something along the lines of 'holy fuck' as well.

"Do you... um... do you want to do something?" James asked. He was too horny to even care about the fact that he didn't do stuff with Pokemon. The sheer amount of sex going on in front of him, combined with the overwhelming horny he felt, was overpowering. Grovyle looked up at him, eyes wide and dilated. "N-not with me, unless... well, like, with them!" He was eyeing Lucario and the Zoroark quite hard.

The two of them looked at each other. James thought he saw a hurt expression, if only for a second. Grovyle quickly nodded and pushed past him, moving towards the Charmander. James shuddered and quickly stripped... he wondered if the Pokemon would be okay with a human joining them, but when he stepped into the clearing, they didn't pay him any special attention. His heart hammered away as he approached the Lucario and Zoroark duo.

With a glance back at Grovyle, who was already getting head from Charmander, James worked up the courage and knelt before the two. It was intimidating, that was for sure; Lucario and Zoroark looked at him, not saying a word as he took their cocks in his hand. His heart only pounded harder as he chuckled awkwardly, but everything grew mellow as soon as he began to jerk the two of them off. Lucario sighed warmly, and Zoroark shuddered.

They watched him for a while as he worked on their shafts. James wasn't good at this by any means, it was his first time even touching a cock that wasn't his own, and he was touching two of them! But if either of the two had a problem with his inexperience, they certainly didn't show it. But for his first time, it was amazing.

Of the two, Zoroark won out in terms of sheer length, but Lucario had a much thicker knot, and his shaft was a tiny bit, but still noticeably, wider than the shaft he was being pressed against. James couldn't help but say 'oh shit' repeatedly in his head as he jerked the two of them off. The subtle twitching, the moaning, their cocks leaking pre all over his hands... It definitely was an oh shit kind of moment.

The slick helped him glide faster and faster up and down their veiny members; he pressed them together even harder, rubbing and jerking. James couldn't believe his luck... he never thought of Pokemon like this, but if he had, both of these Pokemon would have been in his top five.

It came to an end all too quickly, however. Just as he was growing curious about what thick, leaky Pokemon cock tasted like, Zoroark squirmed in his hands, shouted his name, and blasted Lucario with ropes of pearly white cum. Lucario, in turn, looked at his ejaculating partner. His mouth quivered for a second. Then, he clenched his eyes tightly shut, brought his equally tightly clenched paws up to his chest, and howled his name, painting Zoroark a fresh, sticky shade of white.

James chuckled, unsure of what else to do but continued to milk the two for all they had. And they had a lot. When all was said and done, even he was a little wet from the sheer power of their cumshots. He let their cocks fall to their groins and turned to go, but his hands were grabbed before he could. James looked back, eyes wide as he watched both Lucario and Zoroark lick them clean...

He shivered then. They were both eyeing his throbbing, painfully erect length with sheer lust. H-hollllly shittttt was he going to get a blowjob from these two?

The two of them looked at each other, back at him, at each other again, and then went down, getting real close to his tip... James, his heart was racing, and they knew it. Arceus, their breath felt so warm... they both gave it a lick, causing him to shudder. Then, they moved back and smiled at him, got up, and left. James was legitimately confused and really frickin' sad, but there was a lot more Pokemon to help.

With a sigh, James got up, shivering a bit. So much sex going on... a few more Pokemon had joined, a Nidoking and a Nidoqueen, another Poochyena, and a Luxray... he wondered if it was related to the Luxio currently knotted with the first Poochyena. He made eye contact with the Luxray, but before he could make a move, he was suddenly pinned against the tree he was standing behind by Lucario. James grunted in surprise as he felt the Pokemon's warm paw pads begin to knead his ball sack, and soon, Zoroark joined them, kneeling down. What... what was going-

He didn't have time to think; Lucario shoved his snout into his face, beginning to make out with him. James didn't know how to make out with a human, let alone a Pokemon, so he let Lucario do whatever he wanted. After a second, he nearly crumpled to the ground as he felt a warmth unlike any other engulf his shaft. If Lucario hadn't been holding him up, there was a very likely possibility that he would have fallen to the ground. But, instead, he began to shiver, and his legs gave out.

Lucario and Zoroark chuckled as they helped him to the ground. James looked at the two of them frantically as he sat there. It didn't take long for Lucario to slowly spread his legs, worming his way between them. His eyes grew wide as his entire length, all five and a half inches of it was taken into the Pokemon's maw. He began to gasp as the soft, warm tongue worked around and lathered his shaft with complete love; it took seconds for him to start to squirm even harder.

Zoroark was down there as well, his own tongue paying attention to James' balls, softly licking and caressing them. His attention was divided between the two so much that all he could do was watch them work on his groin. It was incredible, but it seemed like it would be all over too soon as well... James was close.

He'd been close when he'd jerked the two off, but with his cock engulfed in a warm Lucario snout, and his balls being cleaned by a Zoroark, James could hardly utter that he was about to cum. Lucario quickly got off him, meeting Zoroark by the base of his shaft. Then, together, the two began to lick upwards in unison, looking right into his eyes.

It took maybe three licks before James moaned loudly and released days' worth of cum onto their beautiful faces. Lucario and Zoroark began to wildly lick all they could, lapping right at his tip as it spurted all over them. Finally, they reached down and, in unison, jerked him off with their paws... it was a sensation unlike any other, although, given the amount of Pokemon having sex, he assumed he'd be in for a great many sensations he'd never experienced before.

When he was finally empty, Lucario smiled at him, and the two got up and left him there alone, cold but warm all over.

Holy shit holy shit holy shit

James saw stars as he recovered, his shaft shrinking and whimpering back into its small, flaccid state. Holy shit... he'd just gotten the first and best head of his life... With a shiver and a deep breath, he looked around. It was still chaos, holes being filled, dicks being sucked, asses being fucked...

Grovyle was there in the fray, he saw, still getting sucked off from the Charmander. A Pokemon was sniffing around his ass, but he didn't seem too into it. The two of them looked at each other; James just saw sheer boredom from Grovyle. Grovyle stepped back with a shrug, causing Charmander to lean forward and topple off Dragonite's head. It didn't take too long for someone to lean over and begin to eat his tiny asshole.

James looked away as Grovyle walked to him; he was super embarrassed. One, he'd never really let him see his groin at all, not even once. Two, he was cold and soft... so, very small down there. Three, Grovyle's own dick was out and throbbing, although it was shrinking.

"Heyyy, buddy..." James murmured, looking down at it nonetheless.

"Grovyle!" Grovyle placed his hands over himself, blushing hard. He took that as a sign to look away.

"Not going to finish with anyone?" He asked. Grovyle shook his head no. "But... why?"

He just got a shrug in response. When James asked if he wanted to go home, Grovyle nodded and got up on shaky legs. It was a bit hectic, navigating through the small crowd, he even got... some kind of fluid on his leg, but soon they were at the treeline. James put his clothing back on, took one last look at the ongoing orgy, and took Grovyle's hand as he walked away.

When they returned to the road, James picked Grovyle up and crossed the street, continuing their walk. Instead of leaping out of his hands, Grovyle just hung onto him, clutching his shirt close to his chest. James was a bit confused, but hey... he just held Grovyle tight.

"Is everything okay, buddy?" James asked in a soft voice, stroking his friend's head. Grovyle just buried his head in his arm. Weird... "Do you want to go home?"

"Grov..."

"Hmm... alright. C'mon, let's go home."

James wondered what the problem was as he walked home with his friend. Grovyle, up until that point, hadn't really ever acted like this. Maybe it had something to do with the orgy? He thought more about what had happened during the time in the woods with the rest of the Pokemon but didn't really think of anything that seemed out of the ordinary.

Replaying the last half hour or so in his head wasn't of any help. He'd followed Grovyle into the woods, they'd stumbled upon the orgy, he'd gone to the Lucario and Zoroark, and Grovyle had gone off to Charmander. There had been that expression he'd seen in his friend's eyes, however... almost like Grovyle had been hurt by him merely suggesting they go to other Pokemon. Was that the case?

His heart began to beat slightly faster.

Grovyle... the two had been friends for some time now, maybe three, four years, it seemed. There was that whole Pokemon/Master Trainer dynamic, but it never really came into play in their lives. James saw Grovyle as a friend first and a Pokemon second. So, when it came to sex, or really anything lewd, James didn't really... well...

He looked down at Grovyle. The Pokemon's head was still buried in his arm.. it was cute and all, yet he couldn't help but wonder. Was Grovyle attracted to him?

Was he attracted to Grovyle?

Oh, Arceus, this day got oh so complicated. He'd just have to sort all this stuff through when he was home, which, thankfully, was now. The apartment was within view, which was a bit of a relief... All this silence from Grovyle was making him anxious.

After the door was shut behind them, James let Grovyle go. The Pokemon leaped into his small perch. Of course, it was something you'd get for a Litten or a Meowth to hide in and scratch, but hey, it worked for Grovyle as well. It was just a tiny beige tube with a hole cut near its bottom, but he seemed to enjoy the soft carpet feel of the inside.

James watched as his Pokemon got comfortable, wondering if now was a good time to confront him about it. Nothing too... mean, maybe confront was the wrong word. Discuss? All he wanted to know was if doing stuff with Lucario and Zoroark instead of him was a bad thing. Or something like that, James wasn't too sure.

After standing in the doorway for a few minutes, heart pounding - James wasn't big on bringing stuff like this up - he shook his head, chuckled to himself, clenched his clammy hands, and went to his room. It wouldn't hurt to find out what mating habits were like with Grovyle. It had dawned on him, as he saw Grovyle clenching a plushie he'd had, that, maybe, he was a very territorial Pokemon. But, on the other hand, perhaps he'd thought James was his and nobody else could do stuff with him... if that were the case, he definitely owed Grovyle an apology.

For the first time in a while, James opened his laptop with some other purpose than writing or watching something online. He began with a simple web search, but it had a bit too many results for him; most of them had nothing to do with the mating habits of Grovyle. There were a few websites he looked at, official PokeDex websites, but those didn't go into specifics... maybe to protect the innocence of the children that gathered the data, or whatever.

After more searching, a frustrated James just searched "Grovyle mating" and blushed hard at the first few results. They were video links, links to porn sites. A Pokemon porn site. None of them were blurred, as he didn't have any safe search feature enabled, and fuccckkk...

It took a few seconds to look at the thumbnail for all three videos, but even that was enough to turn him on. A Grovyle sucking a human cock. One getting railed. Another one humping away at some woman. The temptation to click on one or all of the videos was real; James adored Grovyle, which would be like.

Hmm.

He adored Grovyle, sure, but did he adore his Pokemon companion in that way. The, "bend over and grab your weird feet claw thingies" kind of way. The "let's suck each other off and swallow" kind of way. The type of way that would inevitably change their friendship, the only question James could ask himself was whether or not it would be for the better or for the worst.

Well, what was the harm in one video?

He clicked on the one of the Grovyle getting railed. There were a lot of popups and ads; the video wouldn't even let him play it before opening another tab that he immediately closed. Sketchiness aside, James pressed play and watched with bated breath. The video loaded.

The Grovyle was let out of his Pokeball, much to his delight. You could see it on his face, that look a Pokemon gives you whenever you let them out of their Pokeball. His eyes soon fell to his master, sitting on his bed or a couch or... and stroking his rather well-endowed dick. Much bigger than James, who himself was growing stiff.

After making his way to his master, his tapered shaft beginning to peek out of his slit, Grovyle got down; the master rubbed his length against his face for a few moments. James began to get the shivers, an annoying habit whenever he was the least bit cold and horny. Finally, the man took his length, pinching it between two fingers at the base, and led it to Grovyle's lips. After a few sniffs, Grovyle licked...

He'd been licked by Grovyle a few times before, so James knew exactly how it must have felt. Warm... soft. Oddly textured and wonderfully prehensile. It wrapped around the man's shaft, eagerly working down it, only for the Pokemon's mouth to follow it moments later. While seemingly dangerously loud, the moan was something James could see himself doing if Grovyle... his Grovyle... ever did this to him.

The video continued for a bit, with the Grovyle using his claw finger things to jerk the man off as he sucked, but James felt a bit... bad. It was a Grovyle, not his, but y'know. It was close enough; he felt like he was cheating or something. It was a weird feeling, truth be told, but it made him close the video before anything really happened.

Ugh. He was pathetic.

James returned to the search bar, this time to his old college's website. They had a library search feature thing... he wasn't really sure what it was about, but he remembered that there were a lot of journals and articles from scientists and whatnot that might be of help. So, after setting some search parameters, James looked up the keywords "Grovyle, mating, habits" and pressed go.

There were around three hundred different articles with those keywords; however, the search engine didn't bring up articles relating to Grovyle's mating habits. Instead, it brought up any piece with those three words in it. Thankfully, it only took him five or so minutes of scrolling through the pages to find what he was looking for. A journal from the Pokemon Research Institute of Hoenn, an article by someone with such an insanely long name that James just read over it.

When he clicked on it, he thanked Arceus it didn't link him to some paid website, a frustration that came up often when he'd been in college. Instead, this one was a two hundred and fifty-page documentation on a plethora of Grass-type Pokemon native to Hoenn, not just about their mating habits. Instead, it discussed everything from Treeko to Tropius, their life cycles, diets, environmental impacts, genetic variations, and, thankfully, mating habits.

James figured that the doctor with the incomprehensibly long name must have been a bit of a pervert himself because not only was the mating habit section the longest, but it had two to three pictures of the genitalia of both sexes of Pokemon, erect, flaccid, whatever. Of course, James was a bit of a pervert, so he went through all the pictures, lingering on the images of Grovyle's genitalia the longest.

This particular specimen was exceptionally well endowed, being around a foot in length... nearly a third of his fucking body. James was astounded; he'd seen Grovyle's back in the woods at the orgy, and it hadn't been nearly as long. If anything ever happened, he made a mental note to make sure to take a picture or two. Or three.

When he looked at the Sceptile specimen, he was hesitant to ever evolve Grovyle. Sceptile was considerably longer, thicker, and even had a knot. James shuddered, imagining Grovyle in his ass for hours, filling him up with as much cum as his balls had to offer. Then, with a gulp and a grope of his painfully erect shaft, he made up his mind; James had to stop looking at pictures of Grovyle.

With this decision in mind, it was mere happenstance that his stomach rumbled. Although come to think of it, James couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten... it had been a while. And with the orgy (His length still felt funny, as if he was still being licked) and all this research... he'd worked up quite an appetite.

James went to the fridge, grabbed the box of day-old pizza out, turned, and Grovyle was on the counter. It caused him to jump; how was a creature that big so quiet? But, he smiled and grabbed three slices, two for him, one for Grovyle. Once they were in the microwave, James leaned against the counter and smiled at his best friend.

"So." He said, chuckling. Grovyle just cocked his head. "What a day."

His Pokemon shrugged and sat down, intertwining his finger claw things as he looked down. James gulped when he saw the outline of his slit, thin but visible, now that he knew what to look for. It seems as if the research had helped him. He knew that because the slit wasn't plump or well defined, he wasn't a she since female Grovyles tend to have bigger lips. He knew that, because of the particular rigidity of the leaf on top of his head and how he was holding it, Grovyle was pretty aroused, even if he wasn't erect.

The obnoxious beeping of the microwave drew his attention away from examining his friend any longer. James took the pizza out and placed Grovyle's slice on a separate plate, carrying them to the couch. He felt Grovyle's weight on him then; the Pokemon had leaped from the countertop to his shoulders. A sliver of cold ran through his body, causing him to shiver. Grovyle didn't weigh much...

Oh dear Arceus, he'd be the perfect being to have sex with. Small, yet big enough for his length, he had that prehensile, oddly textured tongue, a maw long enough to easily take his entire length. James bet Grovyle's rear felt warmer than the fleshlights he'd fucked. And oh, Arceus, he'd suck Grovyle's dick for hours.

With a quick sniff, James shook his head and sat down on the couch. Grovyle's weight left him; the Pokemon took his place beside him and sat, waiting for his plate. He tore into the pizza once James handed it to him, which he did once he'd turned something on.

"So, um, hey?" James looked down at Grovyle, who returned the gaze. "In the woods, back then. It's... odd... asking this, but remember before we did anything?"

Grovyle shrugged and nodded.

"Well, I dunno. It seems silly, but you looked a little disappointed. Sad." The Pokemon cocked his head to one side. He often did that whenever he didn't understand what James was trying to say. "Like, you were sad I didn't do something with you."

Grovyle immediately blushed and looked down, muttering his name a few times. He was certainly embarrassed. After fidgeting with his hands, Grovyle looked up and shook his head.

"I've just been doing a lot of research on Grovyles, and I know how territorial you can be... so I figure, well, I dunno. Maybe you think of me as your turf or something."

Grovyle looked down.

"Am I?"

After a seemingly eternal pause, Grovyle looked James dead in the eyes and nodded. It caused his heart to race and, undoubtedly, his face to flush. But, he nodded as well, smiling warmly. Being Grovyle's owner yet, at the same time, being owned by Grovyle, that felt... odd.

"So what, you gonna make me your bitch?" James asked, grinning after he pinned Grovyle down by his shoulders. The Pokemon shook his head, frightened, almost all color draining out of his face. After a second, James leaned down, gave him a small kiss on his forehead, and, with a chuckle, got up, taking their plates to the sink.

He walked to his room, looking at the couch as he went by. Grovyle was still lying in the same position he'd left him in, and James could have sworn that he saw the tip of a potential erection poking out of his slit. Not too much, but enough to be noticeable... It made him wonder if Grovyle liked to be told what to do.

Once inside his room, James shut the door and took his shirt off, tossing it in the laundry hamper. Next, he threw his belt, wallet, phone, and whatever else was in his pockets onto the dresser, then stripped completely naked. Usually, James would put on a bathrobe whenever he went to shower, but this time around, he left his room bare and left the door to the bathroom open too.

Why not tempt Grovyle to do something to his property~?

The shower was excellent. Warm water, soap, scrubbing away dirt and sweat from earlier, no other words could describe how a nice shower felt. Unfortunately, James wasn't in the shower for that long when he heard the pitter patter of Grovyle claws on tile. It sent shivers up his spine.

He pretended he was washing his hair, eyes tightly screwed shut, but in truth, he was looking. After a few moments of lingering by the shower curtain, Grovyle grabbed the edge and peeked in, watching James as he scrubbed his hair. He blushed hard as he watched his naked master run his fingers through his hair and looked at his groin for a while. Then, after a gulp, Grovyle let go of the shower curtain; James heard the pitter-pattering sound of his footsteps fading until they went silent.

A slightly disappointed James finished washing, stepping out moments later to dry off. Once the towel was hung up, and his teeth were brushed, he walked out of the bathroom and into his bedroom stark naked. It was purposeful; James didn't care if Grovyle saw him naked again and, judging by the creaking coming from the perch, he was being watched.

An electric tingle went down his spine as he crawled under the covers. James wondered if or when Grovyle would come in and found that the mere thought of it was turning him on. Then, dangerously horny, James put a hand under the covers and slowly began to stroke his growing length. Nothing too quick, nothing too serious, it was that mindless kind of, "I have nothing to do, but I'm slightly horny, so I might as well make it full-blown horny by jerking off slowly," kind of stroking that everyone did.

Exceptionally arousing thoughts ran through his mind as he stroked. Not just what they may or may not get into doing tonight, although that did make his heart race. He thought about tonight, as well as everything after. Railing Grovyle in the kitchen, right on the counters. Having steamy shower sex with him. Sucking him off as he made dinner. Jerking each other off when they were watching movies or TV shows. Best of all, have him sit or stand or whatever under the desk as he plays a game and doing whatever he wants.

Arceus, would he just come in already?!

James was oh so tempted to just call Grovyle in. His name was on the tip of his tongue, but something kept him from doing so. If Grovyle wanted to do stuff... and, well, James didn't think that it was too much of an ask, he'd have to come by his own accord. Even if he thought they were just friends, not a Pokemon and a Pokemon Trainer, James worried that if he called, then Grovyle might just come to him because of that.

He just wished that Grovyle would hurrrrrryyyyyyyyyyy....

The thoughts soon proved too much for James to handle. He felt awful, terrible, even, when he eventually emptied his balls, alone, all over his belly. Of course, there hadn't been much to empty since he'd been sucked off by two incredibly hot Pokemon mere hours ago, but it was still one of the biggest loads he'd ever pulled out of his balls. Then, realization suddenly dawned on him, the dreaded post-nut clarity; blushing like the slut he was, James quickly cleaned up and pulled some underwear on.

It wasn't that he felt terrible for wanting to do stuff with Grovyle. It was more that he felt wrong about how fast it was seemingly happening. He'd just found this avenue of their life mere hours ago, and already he imagined his life with Grovyle as if they were a married couple decades into their relationship. Moving fast had never bothered him, but James felt like it was going too fast in this instance.

After putting his oversized home shirt on, he decided some tea would help calm the nerves. James was a chronic overthinker, and this day had given him so much to think about. He felt like his mind was spinning, awash with thoughts of fervid lovemaking and displays of erotic feelings towards each other. The kettle was placed on the stove, and the heat turned to max.

A guilty glance was made towards the perch. James didn't see Grovyle looking back at him; he didn't even see the Pokemon until he looked back towards the counters. Then, with a frightened yelp, James nearly fell over, which caused Grovyle to laugh.

"You scared me, bud," James muttered, chuckling. "You want a cup of tea or something?"

Grovyle shook his head.

"You want some eh... water?"

Grovyle shook his head.

"Well, eh... okay?" James rubbed his Pokemon's head.

Grovyle grabbed his wrist, leaning into the rubs for a few moments. James felt a flush of warmth as his Pokemon enjoyed his affection, but he soon found his arm being pulled downwards. He didn't resist, letting Grovyle bring his hand right to his slit. His heart skipped a beat; James could feel the stiffening member beneath the skin.

He only gave one look at Grovyle, but it was all he and the Pokemon needed. It wasn't just him that wanted this. And so, on their kitchen counter, James began. Slow, at first, rubbing around Grovyle's slit, astonished at what was going on. He wasn't sure what to do, what felt good and whatnot, but Grovyle wasn't complaining. The Pokemon grabbed James' shoulder and leaned into him, burying his snout with muffled grunts of satisfaction.

When the tiniest nub of pink poked from the slit, James attacked. With index and thumb, he rubbed slow yet hard circles, using the slick from his Pokemon's body as a lubricant. It was enough to work more out of his internal folds; wordlessly, breathlessly, James brought Grovyle to an astonishingly hard erection with very few touches. It filled him with pride, seeing the five-inch taper throbbing, thick veins noticeably pulsing against his skin.

Afterward, James pulled back to get a good look. Grovyle, made unstable by his movements, nearly fell over but was able to stumble backward with a dazed, pleased smile. Again, James just looked at the Pokemon as he proudly displayed all he had to offer, with hands grabbing his thrusted-forward hips. Already, a thin bead of precum was leaking from his tip.

It didn't take long for James to go back. He turned the heat off; tea was irrelevant now. He grabbed Grovyle again, softly yet firmly. A fierce shudder was his reward as his hand closed around the plump, slick length. Grovyle began to murmur his name in approval as James stroked, slowly yet firmly. He wanted this to last for as long as possible.

Grovyle reached over and grabbed James' arm for support, but he was quickly sat down, his legs hung over the cabinets. It was awkward to jerk him off like this, but Grovyle took a hint real quick and leaned back, spreading his legs slightly. He tilted his head back in sheer delight when James used this new position to eagerly and quickly milk him.

He was leaking a lot more now, slurring his name together in an almost drunken haze. James used the dollops of precum that the Pokemon's cock eagerly spat out to lubricate his partner, he used them until he was able to stroke Grovyle's entire length. Then, whenever he'd slowly work up, squeezing tight, his fingers would join at the end of the taper and incorporate the precum. Then, whenever he worked back down, it would slather itself all over.

How he wished he hadn't shot a load all over himself. As he picked the pace up, jerking off ever so faster, James hoped that Grovyle could be using his claws to jerk him off. The Pokemon had tried a few minutes in. Reaching down with his dangling legs, he grabbed at James, but he had nothing to give to the Pokemon. Sad, really.

However, it allowed him to focus solely on Grovyle, which was all he wanted. The two of them shared a look that expressed James' sheer joy and the loving excitement that Grovyle had pent up since they met. He'd always wanted this to happen, and now that it was, it was his dream come true.

James decided to use another hand. Why not? With his left, he focused on the base of his shaft, the right, his tip, working it with a few fingers. He'd spread the ends of all five digits down, guiding Grovyle's length to penetrate the faux-hole he formed. Grovyle shuddered, as a result, squirming ever so slightly.

"Too much?" James whispered. Well, tried to. He hadn't swallowed the saliva in his mouth since he was too enamored with giving the handjob and choked a bit. Grovyle blushed hard and shook his head. "Want me to go faster?"

He violently shook his head, almost drooling. James dropped the two-handed deal with a smirk and went strictly for one hand. Grovyle released an extremely satisfying sigh as he worked fast, ruthlessly, without any quarter or mercy. He wanted Grovyle to cum and see just how much his Pokemon had to offer him.

With a shuddering sigh, Grovyle almost completely fell over, splat, right on the counter. It was humorous, but it let James rub his tummy as he continued to ruthlessly jerk his Pokemon off. His tongue even rolled out of his mouth, lazily hanging to one side... just how much was he enjoying this handjob?

As James continued to work up and down, he utilized his thumb and pressed it into Grovyle's shaft ever so slightly. The action didn't do much at first, but soon, Grovyle began to pant; he liked the feeling more than James realized. He'd quickly work up to his tip, trace a few circles in the precum - all but flowing out at this point - and work it back down his shaft, all the way down his slimy, throbbing shaft.

After a few more quick pumps, something suddenly shifted in Grovyle. His pants became groans; he stopped murmuring his name. He could only focus on the cries. James smiled, realizing his friend was close to shooting his load all over himself. With eager anticipation, James doubled his efforts.

Grovyle grabbed onto his wrist to slow James down, but it didn't work. James kept at it, stroking faster and faster until his hand was all but a blur. The last thing he wanted was to stop; the precum, the noises, the moans and grunts, everything about this was astounding.

"C'mon, boy, you can cum... just cum for me...." James whispered in his ear, slowing his stroke but squeezing him much tighter. "Just let it all out~."

Grovyle's eyes shot open in a panic. He looked James dead in the eye for five or six quick breaths, then closed them. His head fell back as he continued to pant, but he soon grew deathly silent. James was worried until he felt Grovyle's entire cock pulse in his hand and felt the thick, pearly white cum blast out of his tip. It arced in the air for a few moments, splattering down on his hand and wrist.

His moans were loud and timed perfectly with each frantic jet of thick, white cum. James counted, and man, Grovyle must have been pent up. Seven ropes in total, each as big as the first. It was sticky, almost like a thin sap or syrup, it drenched his hand, arm, and Grovyle's waist and belly. Some had even gotten onto James' chin.

He figured why not and reached up with a thumb, scooping some up and sucking it off. Oddly, it didn't have much in the way of taste, not even being slightly salty. The sticky consistency went away as he sucked on it, turning slimier...

With a grin, as Grovyle lay on the counter, panting, James scooped a palmful onto the Pokemon's shrinking length and began to stroke again. He moaned softly, but as the sticky cum turned slimier, the squirming started. Grovyle laughed as his taper was overstimulated from James' frantic movements, but his trainer didn't relent.

He didn't let up till Grovyle began to smack his hand. Then, with a chuckle, James let go, grabbing some paper towels and bunching them up, tossing them at Grovyle as he went to wash his hands.

"You like that?" James asked, drying his hands as Grovyle sat up and dried himself off. The Pokemon obviously, frantically, nodded. "Wanna do more stuff like that?" Again, frantic nods. James smirked, then motioned towards the bedroom.

His heart was racing with such lovely anticipation, yet James was kicking himself in the rear simultaneously. It was idiotic to jerk off before seeing if Grovyle wanted to do anything. Even after jerking his Pokemon off for the first time ever, James didn't actually know if he'd be able to get hard again. Idiot.

When the two of them got to the room, he tried anyway. Grovyle watched as he stripped, eyeing his jiggly bits as he joined him on the bed. Then, finally, he saw the Pokemon's tongue flick and lick his lips, making him gulp. Feeling what that tongue could do was always something that James wanted to find out, and as Grovyle made his way between his master's legs, he realized that tonight was the night.

He just hoped he could get it up.

Grovyle gently pushed his legs apart, but he didn't need to push hard; James eagerly moved them so he could get in close. It began with slight touches and wide eyes. At first, Grovyle would run his fingers along James' shaft, feel his balls, and explore his different, human tip. Then, he'd rub and rub, making all kinds of excited noises.

After he'd gotten the best view of his trainer's groin that he could, Grovyle took the still soft shaft between his digits. He squeezed hard, but it felt amazing, especially when he began to move back and forth. James sighed, leaning back. He tried to get as comfortable as possible; hopefully, that would encourage growth.

The self-doubt, however.

When combined with his racing heart, it was troublesome, to say the least, to get even slightly hard. Grovyle didn't seem to mind. He was a real champ, working James' pitiful, soft shaft in one hand, his balls in the other. He'd probably have shot buckets of cum any other day by now.

"H-hey, buddy, do you think we could stop?" James suddenly asked. He wasn't sure why he'd waited this long.

"Grovyle?" The Pokemon cocked his head to one side, confused.

"No, it feels good. I just...." He was sure the blush on his face was beet red at this point. "I just kind of did something before I did stuff with you. I got out of the shower and was just so excited and...." A shrug, Grovyle nodded. "Well, I um... we do have all the time in the world... no need to uh. To uh... rush."

Grovyle nodded again and gave a long, almost sad look at James. Then, with a devious grin, he leaned down and gave a nice, long lick, right from hilt to tip, which caused James to shudder. Even feeling as good as it did - and it did feel fucking amazing - James couldn't even muster up a stiffy. But, after that, he seemed to take a hint, and the two of them made their way under the blankets, together, as they usually did.

"I did... I did have a lot of fun with you today, though." James murmured, already feeling the blanket's weight against him. "Tomorrow morning... tomorrow morning, we can take care of our morning wood. The two of us." He snuggled Grovyle tight. "Together."

. . .

He waited for as long as he could.

Grovyle opened his eyes once he heard James' heavy breathing and looked up to ensure. He was indeed sleeping, out cold. With a racing heart, Grovyle stealthily slipped out of his master's arms, gently pushing him on his back. Some words were uttered, which caused him to freeze, but they weren't spoken consciously. Instead, James was talking in his sleep.

He gulped and made his way down to his master's groin again. The taste he'd had... it kept him up all night. Grovyle didn't really care that James hadn't been able to get hard; he'd wanted to suck on it for the taste alone. But, Grovyle guessed that he'd been too self-conscious or nervous about getting hard. So he'd fallen asleep.

But now...

Grovyle could feel himself getting hard again as he touched James' softness. Everything down there was just... incredibly soft. His balls. His shaft. His thighs. It was so unlike the skin anywhere else on his body. Grovyle felt wrong for touching it. Not because James was asleep, but more so because it was just something he'd never been allowed to touch up until this point.

He did want to wait till morning; indeed, he'd thought about it for a while. It seemed like the right thing to do. James wanted to do it. But as minutes turned into hours, something in Grovyle's chest kept telling him, do it, do it!

And well... here he was. Hand against cock. Do it, do it!

Grovyle shuddered, leaned down, and took a lick, immediately withdrawing in fear. What if that woke him up?! He quickly moved from the blankets to the pillows, needing to know if it had. Thankfully, James was still deeply asleep. Curiosity took hold of him again; Grovyle reached over and poked his face a few times, testing out just how heavy a sleeper James was.

The first few pokes, nothing. No response, even though Grovyle was sure his eyes would flick open. It did give him a bit of confidence, though. Again he reached over, gently flicking his nose this time, and... nothing. So, with a smile, Grovyle flicked again, this time a bit harder. It was actually kind of fun...

Flick, flick, flick...

Nothing. What a heavy sleeper. It was all the confidence Grovyle needed to give him a gentle kiss on the forehead and move back down to his groin. Now that he was sure James wouldn't wake up, Grovyle didn't hesitate to give him another lick. Arceus, the taste...

It made his toes curl in delight. Something about it was so arousing, but he couldn't quite figure out what it was. Whatever, he took another lick. Another. Another. Grovyle swore softly and pressed the flaccid but growing shaft against his snout, breathing in more and more...

Dare he lick again or breathe in? What a fantastic, intoxicating decision he had to make. All the while, James grew, and grew, and grew... Grovyle couldn't precisely see how big it was when he was hard as a rock type, but when he went to lick, it certainly felt big. He couldn't take another second of this waiting.

With trembling hands, Grovyle grabbed it right at the hilt and led it into his mouth. He moaned, moaned a lot louder than he expected to as he felt around James' tip with his tongue. It was absolutely intoxicating. He felt around it, wanting more and more, and slowly worked his way down, inch by inch.

When he finally got down to the base, his nose pressed against pelvis, Grovyle felt his own shaft leave his slit. He was hard, sure, but that didn't always mean it popped out like this. Already it was growing to its full size....

He wrapped a hand around his own shaft and began to pump it, moaning as softly as possible. This was something he'd wanted to do for a while now, thank Arceus his friends had organized a huge orgy. Grovyle remembered, fondly, the first time he'd seen James' length. How he'd stripped down right in front of him. Just like that.

There could have been no better way to get him naked, to open this door than that. He was a little stilted that it had been Lucario and Zoroark that got to do this first... but his mouth was the one around James' magnificent cock now, not theirs. Grovyle shook his head and focused on jerking off faster with him in his mouth.

All his worries and jealousy were washed away within moments. The taste of a small, tiny bead of precum filled his mouth and overpowered his senses. A shudder, followed by a plethora of icicles, pricked his entire body. He felt cold from head to toe for a second before everything exploded in a blast of pure and simple delight.

The voice demanding he do it, that he goes down on his sleeping trainer, was now demanding more of this taste, more of James. Grovyle eagerly dove back down, using his dexterous tongue to jerk him off as he continued to suck. If only James was awake, he'd be screaming.

Grovyle thought about it for only a few moments... and then figured that it's a lot more fun if he's asleep. Besides, he wanted to do this a lot more often, and waking up James now would only make him a lighter sleeper. So, with a grin, Grovyle snaked back down and rested James' pelvis, licking and sucking. Why, oh why, did he taste so fucking good? Why?

Everything about his master's cock was excellent. The taste, the taste he could die for. His shaft was the perfect length for him; it didn't gag him, nor did it leave Grovyle wanting. The tip was odd, he'd never seen one like it before, but the uniqueness and foreign shape felt amazing on his tongue. Finally, he'd never been with a partner that had balls before, so being able to rub and play with them whenever he wasn't jerking James off... It was sheer delight.

A wave of panic hit him when he felt something touch his head. Grovyle froze and watched in the darkness as James reached down... and scratched his groin. Mere inches from his muzzle. His heart raced further when he began to shift; first, his leg moved over Grovyle's entire body, then his hips went, and soon James was on top of him.

At first, Grovyle wondered if James had woken up and maybe decided to fuck his mouth, a prospect that made his heart race even further. However, if that was his intention, James had yet to begin thrusting. After a few more moments of blissful suckling, Grovyle realized that he'd been shifting in his sleep. Annoyed, he moved out from under James and grabbed a pillow, carefully maneuvering it under his waist.

How he didn't wake up, Grovyle did not know. When all was said and done, the pillow placed under his waist was absolutely perfect. He pushed James' legs open, wishing he had some light to see his rear and the other bits he was about to suck on. Unfortunately, the absence of light did not keep Grovyle from feeling his master up; he ran his hands along his... oddly firm butt. Odd, he never saw James working out, but damn.

He shook his head, grinning, and crawled back under James. The leaking yet slowly shrinking member was waiting for him, and Grovyle eagerly returned to it. After a few seconds, it was hard as a rock and ready to go again. It didn't take him long to get back into the full swing of things.

This time, however, Grovyle noticed that James was leaking much more than he had previously been. He'd never brought a human to orgasm before, only seen James cum all over Zoroark and Lucario, so the thought came about, depressing as it was, that maybe, just maybe, this was his limit. Grovyle moaned in delight; he was about to get a mouthful.

Before then, however, he'd suck and jerk himself off as hard as he could. Grovyle hoped the blankets would dry before James woke up. Between the amount of precum he was leaking, the cum he'd shoot, and whatever would spill out of his snout from James, Grovyle was worried but so ready fo-

He didn't expect the sheer ferocity at which the cum came flying from his throbbing, pulsating cock. It hit the back of his throat with the first few pumps of this natural narcotic; not even swallowing helped. However, his efforts weren't in vain; as Grovyle brought himself to his own orgasm, James continued to cum. If he hadn't swallowed, Grovyle was sure his master would have filled his snout up by the end of it all.

Grovyle wasn't too sure when it did finally come to an end. James stopped blasting rope into his maw, sure, but he kept dribbling for what seemed like the next few hours. All the while, Grovyle kept absent-mindingly stroking his own length, obediently sucking out whatever would come out of James. It was unbelievable just how delightful his master's seed tasted.

Giving the shrunken, flaccid cock a few more sucks, Grovyle suddenly felt the lack of sleep catching up with him. Unlike James, he didn't need a full seven or eight hours, four was enough, but he usually just slept when he was tired. With one more appreciative sniff, Grovyle snuggled back under James' arm and embraced the exhaustion.

. . .

He moved, shifting to the other side of his body. Every single muscle, from his feet to his neck, cried out with delight as they were stretched for the first time in hours. James shuddered at the feeling and took a sharp breath as he woke up. His mouth tasted sour, typical. The only thing that felt off was his groin. It felt oddly... odd.

Flaccid.

That was one thing he never was in the mornings, much to his annoyance. School? Hard. Work? Hard. Getting up for a flight? Hard as a rock. Now, though, well, it wasn't like an everyday thing, but it was noticeable enough when it happened for him to even think about it this long.

Stretching again as he sat up, James looked around for Grovyle. Fond, fondmemories came flooding back from yesterday. They certainly aroused something other than his feelings, that was for sure. With a yawn, he found that Grovyle was sleeping soundly beside him, although he was stirring.

The taste in his mouth, though, was rancid. He got up and made his way to the bathroom, scratching his side as thoughts of what he and Grovyle were going to do ran around in his mind. One thing was absolute; he wanted to feel how tight Grovyle was. If he'd been even remotely able to get hard the day before, that was what he had wanted to do.

After brushing his teeth and using the toilet, James went back to the bedroom. Grovyle was sitting cross-legged on his pillow, apparently waiting for him. James smiled, realizing he was completely naked and getting hard just by looking at him. His Pokemon definitely took notice, gazing down at his groin with a hungry look in his eyes.

It felt so... odd, sitting next to someone, something, whatever, naked. He found that it was a bit hard to relax, but James took a deep breath and looked over at Grovyle, who was all but drooling at his slowly growing shaft. James didn't stop him when he reached over, wrapping his fingers around and beginning to tug moments later; all he did was sigh and lean back.

James didn't want to be the only one getting a handjob, so he put an arm over Grovyle's shoulder and reached down, gently pushing a finger into his slit, prodding, poking, until he felt something. Grovyle looked up at him, blushing pretty heavily. Seeing his face, such a wonderful, deep shade of crimson, was odd.

He fingered around the small tip until he felt it grow, grow, and grow, until it finally poked its way out from the folds of his groin. Two fingers were used to jerk him off until he could use three, then four, then his entire hand. Grovyle was undoubtedly long enough; James wondered how he would feel in his rear.

"Ready?" James asked once the two of them throbbed in each other's hands.

Grovyle frantically nodded, looking back at the shaft in his hand. Before starting, he let out a yelp as James wrapped hands around his waist. He flipped the squirming Pokemon around, placing him on his groin so that he was straddling James' waist. Their two cocks touching, James throbbing, Grovyle already looking like he was about to cum.

James began, taking their lengths into one hand. His Pokemon gulped as he started to jerk the two of them off. The warmth he felt was incredible, the trembling shivers he felt as he pulled, not to mention Grovyle's precum, which made everything slick. It made him jerk faster and faster, even humping forward with his hands, against Grovyle's cock. He needed more of this...

He wrapped one hand around the base of both of their shafts, squeezing hard to make them harder, and it worked. His tip throbbed against Grovyle's rock-solid cock, the leaking precum making such delightful schlicking noises as he jerked the two of them off. Grovyle held onto his thighs, squeezing his eyes shut as he panted. James wondered how close he was, hoping he was nowhere near close.

Every now and then, James would stop stroking to rub his shaft against Grovyles. Something about the heat, the slick from the pre, the pulse he felt from the shaft he was pressed against. Something about it drove him crazy; he even began to leak his own pre. There was enough to leave thick trails between the two of their shafts whenever he pulled apart.

"You close?" James whispered. Grovyle shook his head no, even if he looked like he was about to cum. "Good... not yet... let's do it together...."

Grovyle's eyes shot open, and his lips began to tremble as he looked at James, who could only smirk back in reply. He nodded and closed his eyes again as James began to stroke twice as fast. While he wasn't close, he knew it would only take a few more moments before getting there. For now, he'd enjoy the feeling of a warm cock against his own.

After a few moments, Grovyle squirmed, and his shaft fell from James' grip. He longed to bring himself to orgasm right then and there, but he wanted to cum with Grovyle, so he steadied the Pokemon and grabbed him again, continuing to stroke. A few seconds later, Grovyle squirmed more, falling out again...

Oooh...

James realized this was maybe something he did when he got close. He hugged Grovyle, letting both of their dicks fall, and twisted around so that he was on top. Grovyle yipped his name and looked at James fearfully as he began to frot again. No amount of squirming could get him out from underneath James. Grovyle began to pant.

Upon seeing just how close his Pokemon was, James decided to let him finish... after all, he had wanted to fuck Grovyle. He scooted down slightly, still trapping the Pokemon's legs beneath his mass, but focused all his attention on jerking him off. Grovyle began to shiver under him, his breathing became quick, but nothing could have prepared him for what James did next.

In the blink of an eye, he scooted down while simultaneously pushing Grovyle up. As the Pokemon was about to cum, he swallowed all five inches of the pulsating, throbbing cock. Grovyle screamed his name in surprise and abject delight as he had the cum sucked straight from him. James gagged, hard at first, but as Grovyle held his head there, he was able to move an inch upwards. It was enough to where he didn't mind having his mouth used; he actually enjoyed it more than he expected.

James left Grovyle quivering and panting as he moved back upwards. While his cock wasn't big enough to let fall and slap against Grovyle's stomach, it fell against his twitching, leaking shaft, which was enough to grab his attention. The fear in Grovyle's eyes almost made him chuckle.

"You think it'll fit?" He rubbed his tip against the tight hole.

After gulping, Grovyle looked down, his eyes wide. Would it? James was dying to find out. With either hand, Grovyle grabbed and stretched his rear, opening his hole for James, who wasted no time spitting on his palm. He wetted his already slick cock, then spat again, giving Grovyle a nice wetting. Then, in a matter of seconds, he slid in.

Inch by inch until he was a bit below his tip, all of it. Grovyle moaned in a raspy voice; James joined in on it once their pelvises joined. Even though they'd done stuff together, he still found it absolutely wild that he was actually about to fuck Grovyle. Something about it just still blew his mind.

After a few moments of just... getting used to his tight warmth, James reached down and grabbed Grovyle's hips. The Pokemon gasped, grabbing his wrists and holding on tight as James pushed deeper inside him. Arceus, he was just... so warm. He'd never fucked anything before. It definitely caught him off guard.

"You g-good?" James murmured, holding onto Grovyle's torso as tight as he needed to. Grovyle, through a gritted maw, nodded, hissing his name.

He nodded and began. Slow, as always, at first. Maybe pulling out and pushing in every ten, twenty seconds. James thought it was a bit tedious, but it was for Grovyle. He didn't want to hurt the Pokemon, and it was the first time either of them had ever tried anything like this. So slow was the way to go.

When the fearful, pained expression finally faded from his face, James knew he could go a tiny bit faster. Before he did, however, he held still and enjoyed the warmth, the texture, the tiny clenches that Grovyle made that made him see stars. James realized just how close he was to having an orgasm, so he held still and tried not to... it was more challenging than he thought.

To distract himself, James reached over and gently took Grovyle's hand, removing it from his groin. Instead, he took his cock in his hand and began to stroke. Grovyle threw his head back and moaned, covering his snout in a futile attempt to suppress any noise. The sticky, slick precum he spat out made for an easy handjob, as always.

When he felt ready to go again, James tried not to focus on the sheer pleasure that rutting this Pokemon brought to him. He forced himself to hump but focused on Grovyle. After all, he wanted to make a good impression for the first time, right? So he humped away, reveling in his Pokemon's pleasure.

He felt tapping on his wrists, but James was way too preoccupied with everything to notice. All he could bring himself to do was thrust, jerk, and try not to think about just how close he was to shooting a fat load into Grovyle's rear. A kind of tunnel vision began, where all James could see was the cock in his hand, throbbing, twitching; all sound went away, just the wet schlicks of his hand squeezing upwards, up Grovyle's cock.

Between that and their combined pants, James was surprised when he saw Grovyle shooting cum all over his belly. Sound and sight returned to him. James saw his Pokemon squirming under his touch, belly white, face drunk with delight. A dumb, ecstatic grin was plastered on Grovyle's face. He'd brought the Pokemon to another orgasm. How he didn't feel the clenches, James didn't know.

With his senses returning to him, the dam he'd built to keep the pleasure at bay suddenly burst. While it wasn't like jerking off, it was a different kind of thrill to feel his cock throb and spew a rope of cum into a tight hole. His entire body shuddered, racked with such a serene delight that only someone who'd fucked a Pokemon could know.

He fell on Grovyle, holding himself up by his elbows, so he didn't crush him. James continued to hold himself in the warm, vice-grip-tight hole, not wanting to pull out. But, Arceus, it felt so fucking good; the warm, sticky cum on his belly, his butt, Grovyle's pulsing length against his belly... It wasn't until he felt fingers jabbing his side that James moved.

"Holy... holy shit, buddy...." He murmured once he'd pulled out and collapsed onto his side. "That was awesome!"

"Grovyle..."

"Like, fuck!" He didn't know exactly why, but James grinned like an idiot. "We gotta do that again... sometime. Not now, I think... I think we're both a little, well, at our limits for now, y'know? I mean, I could go again in like, half an hour if you're up for it, but I don't know how much I'd be able to cu-"

James was surprised when Grovyle suddenly planted his snout on his lips. It definitely shut him up; immediately, he closed his eyes. He'd never kissed anyone before, but neither had Grovyle, so he just... Well, did whatever came naturally. Felt around inside Grovyle's mouth? Was it good? Judging by the dreamy look that his Pokemon gave him when they pulled away, he certainly seemed to think so.

He was about to say something else, but Grovyle put a finger to his lips, smiled, and tucked himself under his arm. James chuckled and grabbed him like one would a stuffed Teddiursa bear, content with life.

. . .

Well, that was fun. Thanks to Kazoko for suggesting such a cute Pokemon! So, a few things. If you came to bust a nut and don't really give a f*ick about commissions or news or anything, feel free to clean up. If not, I've started a new job that gives me a tremendous amount of free time, so I'll be able to get back into the swing of things with writing. I've started a new project, which I'll be posting alongside this story, just some cute Pokemon daycare thing. There's also some issues with the discord link, so I'll have that at the bottom. In other news, I'm probably going to be opening commissions, idk. Always been against it, since I feel like it restricts what I can and cannot write in a story, but I'm willing to give it a shot. I'll figure out the prices and post them on my twitter, which I'll also have linked below. I won't be accepting commissions or suggestions or anything from the comments, so don't bother, join my discord for that. Or twitter DMs.

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