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Training Your Mate

For Catsithx

By Draconicon

Simon looked at the clock over the fireplace. Six minutes until four in the afternoon, it read, which meant that she was supposed to be here just six minutes from now. Despite that, he still looked out the window, panning his eyes up and down the street.

Nothing, just like when he'd checked five minutes ago, and five minutes before that. There was nothing out there, and there wouldn't be anything out there until four in the afternoon. She had always been punctual, scarily punctual, but never early. He remembered that, and yet -

Simon sighed, leaning his head back on the couch and closing his eyes. Old memories of the white-furred Alolan Vulpix came to mind, remembering those times that they'd shared when they were younger. Not young-young, not like children, but at the end of their school years together. Young adulthood, time to enjoy each other's company and company,, and oh, how they had enjoyed that together.

A slow smile crossed the black cat's face, the white fur along his chin pulled up by the grin as he thought of how that had felt. It was so long ago now, years ago, when they had spent a night together. Him over her, then her over him, and then with her face against the pillows as he hammered into her from behind: the positions played through his head as they had a hundred, a thousand times before, remembering the way that her slippery sex gripped him and how she had encouraged him to do whatever he wanted for their first time.

First, and only.

The correction brought him out of the pleasant memories with a sigh. His tail twitched at his side, annoyed and sad, and his ears pulled back over his skull as he remembered her leaving the next day. Something about going off to train; the pokemorph had been one of the few that were allowed to fight in Pokémon battles against the ferals without being bound by someone's pokéball. It was a rare honor, but it meant that she had to go and start fighting right then. Any longer, and the dispensation to allow her some freedom would be taken away.

"Goes to show what happens when you only love one person," Simon muttered, crossing one leg over the other. "Could have gotten another girlfriend after that, but did I bother to try? Nooooo."

Instead, he'd just gone to live alone. He'd taken to training some other Pokémon at one point, giving them some good lives out of the battle scene, but there was only so much that one could do before they started itching for it again. When they started getting antsy, he traded them off to people that he could trust, and when the last one left, he retired to his little house outside the big city.

"Heh. Least they stopped throwing pokéballs at me after that."

In a world where humans were the majority species, anything that didn't look immediately human was presumed to be a Pokémon. The number of times that he'd been hit with an errant orb was beyond his reckoning, and he was still half-afraid that someone would start throwing something if he walked out the door. Some of the kids kept coming by with the intent of being the first one to catch the 'cat Pokémon' that lived in his house, and had to be dissuaded by their parents from trying to ambush him when he walked out to get the morning paper.

It was a weird life, but it was better than it had been in the city. At least out here, it was only stupid kids rather than stupid adults.

He glanced up at the clock again -

Knock knock.

"Finally," he muttered. "Well, Crystal, let's see what you've been up to."

It still felt unreal. When Crystal left to go be part of the Feral Fighting Force, she'd never shown any sign of coming back. Hell, she hadn't looked that bothered to be leaving, to the point where he felt a little used when she disappeared out the door. If she had been using him, just losing her virginity before she left, that would have been something he could understand, but she could have at least told him. Complicated, that, very complicated.

He opened the front door and was immediately knocked off his feet by a ball of white fur. Yelping as he went down, Simon caught himself with his left hand, only to have his face smothered in rapid licks. Saliva, cold and hot all at once, ran down the sides of his face, and a soft whimper-whine filled his ears.

"Oh, my Arceus, it's you! Too long, too long, too long!"

"Nnngh...lemme...lemme up..."

"Not yet, not yet!"

The mystery fluff shoved itself against him, nose against his neck, and it was so cold that he nearly leaped out of his skin. Enduring it for the few seconds that it took for the stranger to get a few huffs of him, the black cat groaned.

This...this can't be...

And yet, when it finally pulled back, he realized that it had to be. Sure, she was a Ninetales rather than a Vulpix, and one that had a little more slenderness and tone to her than Crystal had ever had, but...

"Crystal?"

"Heheh, I guess...I look a little different to you now, huh?"

"Well...yeah, a little bit."

"I evolved."

"I can tell."

Crystal the Vulpix had been...petite, he supposed. That was the best word that he could think of for it; she had barely managed to reach five feet in height, though she was powerful enough that her muscles more than outweighed the minor disadvantage that her height presented her. She could punch hard enough to put a hole straight through a car, her teeth were sharp enough to punch through sheeted steel, and her ice breath had frozen birds in flight before. He'd been there to see it, and her petite white-blue self had been far scarier because of that.

Crystal the Ninetales was something different. She didn't have that same petite build, nor did she look the same as the woman that he remembered. She had gained eight inches of height, nearing the six-foot mark, and she had...some greater curves, though not much. He had half-expected her to become this voluptuous female when she eventually evolved, but while she had more curves than she'd had as a Vulpix, she was still more of a compact, lean woman. Her breasts stood out a bit with her blouse, and she had rounder hips, but overall, she was more willowy than anything else.

She helped him to his feet, and he grunted as he looked her in the eye. Something else that was new, he realized; she could actually look him in the eye rather than look up at him. Very new.

"You got older," she said.

"Well, that happens. We age, you evolve..."

"And I might outlive you now."

"That's blunt."

"Well, I thought it'd be a good idea to get it out of the way, but you never know. Ferals live a long time, but we...well, we don't always have the same kind of lifespan."

"Should we, uh, sit down?"

"Oh. Yeah. That'd probably be less awkward, right?"

"That'd be the hope."

She nodded, walking around his couch to take a seat while he went to shut the door. The sight of her swaying rump put him in mind of that last night again, and Simon had to force his cock back down as it tried to rise up in the front of his jeans.

No, no, no. That's not what she's here for. She's an old friend, and she never talked about that again after that night. Don't start making assumptions now.

"Can I get you anything?" he asked.

"Uh, if you have some tea, that'd be lovely."

"Cold or hot?"

"Hot, please. I might be an Ice-type, but that doesn't mean I don't like to warm up, heh."

She was still playing off that, he saw. He smiled as he walked back to the kitchen, pulling down a couple of tea bags and tossing them into mugs. As he put the kettle on, he looked out the window, remembering that little part of their lovemaking way back when.

Ice. He'd never imagined that ice would feel so good as part of the fun. Sure, it meant that they had to keep moving to make sure that they were constantly breaking it down, but the temperature difference had been...rather hot, particularly with the way that she kept wanting to get closer, to enjoy him more, to feel the heat in her core. It had been like being with someone utterly ravenous, not for food, but for closeness and company.

He'd cum pretty hard that night. Didn't give him an ice fetish, but it had given him some curiosity for what that would be like in the future, if he ever had the opportunity with someone else.

Pouring the hot water over the bags, he pulled out a pair of spoons and carried them back to the living room. Crystal had taken a seat on the far side of the couch, her back to the window, and she looked at him with a smile. One leg was crossed over the other, and she leaned back in a way that emphasized the white clothes she wore, making her breasts look slightly bigger and her skirt look slightly shorter.

That was on top of me just a minute ago, he thought, his cock rather excited to see more. Maybe she'll be on top without those next time.

Giving the horny side of his brain a little flick, he sat down and put the mugs on the coffee table between the ends of the couch. She took hers and just held it, her hands steaming as the hot mug met her cool palms, and she sighed with a smile on her face.

"Mmmm..."

"Better drink it soon if you want it hot."

"I know, I know...just feels good to have heat."

"I thought that Ice-types would hate the heat, what with that weakness to fire and all."

"Mmm, I thought so too, but even if it's a weakness, it still feels so good. It's like having everything warm up all at once. Like a...heh. Like an orgasm, I guess, tingly all over."

Simon sputtered, blushing as he imagined her 'warming up' again. It was hard not to think of that when she was sitting right there, barely dressed, looking even more sensual than she used to.

Hell, she looks better than I imagined she would, even without any bigger curves, he thought. What the hell would she look like out of those clothes?

It was not a good, or kind, thought to have, and Simon knew that was more of the physical memory than anything else. When he really thought back to their time together before she left, he could remember other things, other, slightly less pleasant things.

She had acted almost like his Pokémon for a while. At first, it had been because she was safer that way, keeping other people from trying to catch her if she looked like she already belonged to someone else. But the longer that it went on, the more that he realized that she was keeping other people away from him. She had grabbed him, pulled him by the hand, and led him on as the 'trainer' so that she kept other women from looking at him funny.

She was his Pokémon, and he was her 'trainer,' and for her, that meant that he wasn't allowed other Pokémon, other people, or anyone but her. She had been a hell of a brat in a number of ways, even if she had cared about him quite a bit back then.

And slept with him. That had colored his memory quite a bit, too.

"Simon?"

She pulled him out of his thoughts with a little whisper of his name, and he shook his head as he looked at her again. She was cocking her head to the side, looking over a cup that was no longer steaming.

"Sorry. I got a little lost down memory lane."

"Heh, thinking of me again?"

"Ironically, yes."

"Mmm, I still think of our last night. It was a wonderful memory for all that time I spent away. Nothing really filled that gap when you were gone. Heh. And I bet nothing filled the gap when I was gone, either."

"...No, I'd say you're pretty much right on the money with that one," Simon said, shaking his head. "Anyway, enough about that. Why don't you tell me how things were going for you in the FFF?"

"That's what you want?"

"I mean, that's what you went off to do. I can't imagine that you'd have a lot of other stuff that's more interesting than that to talk about."

"Mmm, I might be able to surprise you. But sure, let's get into it..."

She was off, and he was thankful for the stories, because it kept him from staring endlessly at her breasts and hips and being tempted again. That bit of body-memory of sex and pleasure was still so strong even after so many years, and he knew that if he let that continue, he'd be tempted more and more until he did something stupid. Like take her up to bed and fuck her. Hell, that was if she was interested in the slightest -

She came here dressed like that and you think she's not interested?

He pushed that thought out of his head. No, no, no, he wasn't going to start listening to his dick brain. Better to just keep talking.

And to give her credit, Crystal was telling a very good story about her exploits. She had been assigned to some of the polar regions around the edge of civilization, keeping an eye on the various Pokémon that were occasionally infringing from there. They were more dangerous out there without more humans to occasionally thin their ranks, constantly fighting and getting stronger with their accidental training. The hunting, the fighting, the clashes between species: it created Pokémon that were insanely strong compared to the standard trainer's set.

And she had to fight them hand to hand.

"You would not believe the sort of scraps I've gotten into. Ursarings six feet taller than me and pale white. Hell, I think I saw something like Articuno's offspring up there," she said, shaking her head. "I've been fighting for my life in a snowy wasteland for so long that I've forgotten what it's like to live out here."

"...That's insane."

"Well, yes. It was. Arceus, you have no idea how much I second-guessed my decision up there, but I had to stay for ten years to make sure that I had the right to stay free afterward."

"Right. Ten years for the whole citizenship thing."

"Mmm-hmm. It's not fair, but it is what it is. Ten years, though. Ten years in the frost and snow, beating down anything that came close and bringing it in for study. Ten years of fighting off threats that would make the skin crawl right off of you. And now...I'm back."

"Back...what do you mean, back?"

"Back to civilization."

"Ah, right, that makes sense."

Made sense, yes, but at the same time, he didn't deny that it hurt a little bit. He'd half-hoped -

No, that was not the best idea. He'd heard the little nudges in her voice about how he had been holding off ever since she left, and while she was right, he knew that was a problem. He should have been able to move on, but that possessiveness that she'd had back then had turned into something else. She was...cocky, almost, teasing in a way that her Vulpix self hadn't been. That possession had turned into something else.

And there was a part of him that still wanted it, more humiliating. He wanted to feel what it was like to be under her again.

Steady, steady...

His tea had gone cold, though at least he'd almost finished it. He put it on the coffee table, shaking his head as he sat up again.

"Well, I'm glad that you can get a new life. What do you think you'll do?"

"Oh, I was going to move in with my mate and become a mother."

"...Your...mate?"

As much as he was trying to keep himself to a higher standard, he wouldn't deny that his heart sank right into his stomach at the thought of her having another male that was waiting for her. Despite knowing that trying to get with her was a bad idea - and knowing that it was just a dick-brain thought that was getting out of control - some part of him really wanted to get her back in his life. And now, she said that there was someone else?

"Yep. Someone I met a while back. And I plan on moving in and having a good life with him soon."

"How...how soon?"

"Tonight."

"...Oh."

"What's the matter?" Crystal asked, cocking her head to the side.

"Nothing. I just..."

She's moving on. You should move on. Let her gloat, then get her out of here, and then move on.

"It's nothing. So, uh, who's the lucky guy?" he asked, feigning a disinterest that he honestly didn't feel. "Some Arcanine, maybe, or...or was there a human that caught your interest while you were up north? Maybe some sort of other fire type or -"

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm just - well, I don't know what your tastes are, but -"

"No, I mean, what are you talking about? You're my mate."

Just as fast as his heart had fallen into his stomach, it leaped up into his throat, though not necessarily for a good reason. His eyes went wide as he stared at her, his mouth working soundlessly for a few vain attempts to speak before he was able to get a word out.

"W-what?"

"You. Are. My. Mate. That's what we were doing the night that I went away; you took my cherry, and that means that you had a claim on me. There's no more going around and finding pleasure with others. It's you and me now, Simon. You and me, the way that it was always meant to be."

"...You're kidding..."

"I wish that you would start taking this seriously. I'm home now - back in our home, which you've done a marvelous job of choosing - and now, we're going to build a life together."

This couldn't be happening. This was insane.

And yet, as Simon tried to get to his feet, Crystal fixed him with a firm stare. Her eyes went white, cold as ice, and he froze in place. Try as he might, it was impossible for him to move his arms, his legs, anything.

"Oh, dear, dear. Were you thinking that you were going to get someone else? Simon...you're mine. And you've always been mine."

Crystal stood up slowly, taking her time to languidly unfold herself from her chair and get to her feet. She pulled her top off and tossed it back onto the couch, white-furred breasts with blue nipples standing out through the fur on display. She smiled as she circled one with her fingertip, teasing it harder and harder as her other hand went to her skirt.

"And from now on, you're going to be a good little man of the house and make things better for both of us. You're going to work hard, you're going to support me, and you're going to make sure that we both have a good life."

"Nnngh..."

"And I'll make sure that we're both well cared for here..."

The Alolan Ninetales smiled, the pokemorph reaching out and cupping the bulge in his pants. She stroked it, squeezed it, and finally unzipped it, guiding his cock out through the opening and sliding her finger under the head. It was so chilled, and yet, so warm at the same time, a tease that made him harder than ever.

"The bedroom's upstairs, right?"

"Mmmph...mm-hmm..."

"Come with me."

Stroking him once, she got a good grip around his cock and pulled him along with it, almost like a leash. She dragged him around the couch and towards the stairs at the back of the house. He walked up the stairs behind her, his jaws still refusing to work, and the chill that kept his cock hard spread slowly through the rest of his body. Every step reminded him that she was the stronger one; every pulse of that chill reminded him of what she could do.

They reached the bedroom. She pulled his shirt off, then his pants, before shoving him onto the bed. He grunted as he hit the sheets, feeling some warmth spreading through him again as she looked down at him.

"Mmm, you always did look so good down there."

"Mmmph...Crystal..."

"Be quiet, Simon. You know I'm going to make you feel good. And make me feel good doing it..."

She was naked as she climbed over him, her thighs soft and her sex the only hot part of her. A shiver ran up and down his spine as she straddled him, her slippery pussy grinding down on his cock. Warmth and cold alike played over him, and he bit his tongue to keep from gasping too hard as she started to ride him.

Forward.

Back.

Forward.

Back.

Each slippery slide was enough to send more shivers down his spine, up his back, and through his entire body. He felt like he was almost numb save for the feeling of her heated pussy right over his cock. The constant grinding stole his breath away, and his hands, shivering and shaky, rose up to rest on her hips.

A part of him wanted to push her away. The other part wanted to pull her closer and make love with her right then and there.

Neither got a say. She shoved his hands away and leaned forward, her hands on his shoulders, his eyes white again. He was frozen to the bed, little more than a living dildo for her as she smiled down at him.

"No, no. Let me take this at my pace, Simon. You're mine, remember? My trainer...and I'm your Pokémon..."

Her words were as soft as the whistling wind in the night, and just as cold. She slid forward, his shaft rising up until the head pressed against her opening, and she pushed back -

"Ah!"

"Ooooooh, yes...I've missed that..."

And then he was inside of her. From cool thighs to heated core, he went, and his cock felt like it was almost melting inside of her. Her heated walls clenched around him, squeezing tight, milking him from tip to base. She ground against him, her body so soft and so cold and so hot all at once.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

"Mmm, don't you remember how much you loved being mine?"

Her hips rolled up as she leaned back, showing off just how much his cock opened her up. The way that her pussy lips stretched slightly around his cock, the way that she rolled her hips all the way up before -

Smack!

Her pussy was so wet that it almost splashed as it came back down to the base of his cock. The simple act of slamming him in felt like getting out of a hot tub and leaping back in, comforting and pleasurable all at once.

Up.

Down.

Up.

Down.

She took her time to find her rhythm, but her muscles and her icy eyes kept him pinned in place. She didn't need him to move, he realized. She didn't even need him to be conscious. All she needed was for him to be hard and to give her what she enjoyed.

He was completely helpless under her, used as her plaything, and he was made to enjoy it.

Up.

Down.

Up.

Down.

Her panting and the soft squish-squelch of her flesh against his was an erotic thing all on its own. The sight of it, as he was forced to look down at her pussy as it slid up and down his cock, was all the more enticing, as well. He saw the way that she clenched on him, felt it, and knew that she was molding herself to him and him to her. Every slide, every bounce, was one more way for her to teach his body where it belonged, and one more way for him to learn how to please her.

"Mmm, you feel that...feel that, Simon? I didn't have anyone...no-one...Not for the entire ten years I was gone. This pussy was waiting for you. I was waiting for you. And you were a good boy and waited for me."

"Nnngh..."

"And now...now you're going to be mine...mine, forever..."

Up.

Down.

Up.

Down.

She was speeding up, moving faster. She gasped, her breasts going from a simple rise and fall to smacking against her chest as she rolled her hips along his cock. Up, down, up, down, the soft smack-smack of flesh getting louder. His balls felt like they were going to explode staring at that, feeling like they were already rising up. He couldn't help but stare, his mouth hanging open as he felt her tightening again -

"Mmmph!"

She came without warning, and the sudden spasm threw her head back. The pokemorph female slid down to the base, her inner walls milking him like mad. Simon tried to resist, but nothing in him had any potential for that any longer. He was...he was...

He gasped quietly as he was pushed over the edge, feeling like her pussy was drawing his seed out of him through a straw. His eyes rolled back in their sockets, the sheer tightness of her and the heat that she drew from him nearly knocking him flat on his ass.

The pleasure rippled through him for a few seconds before fading, his seed slowly rolling down his cock and over his balls from inside of her. She smiled at him, shaking her head.

"Oh, don't you think we're done yet, Simon..."

#

The night passed slowly, but in bursts and flashes for the cat. When he finally woke with a gasp, it was from a 'dream' of her mouth around his cock, her lips sealed to the base as she sucked the very life out of him. It was from a pleasurable nightmare of her breasts pressed flush to his cock, grinding it down, forcing it hard again. It was from her ass, her pussy, her everything getting him to cum as many times as possible, and showing off her creamy sex afterward to remind him that he was claiming her, and that nobody else would do for him after what she gave him.

And when he woke from it all, it was morning, and she was in his arms, and they were together in bed. The edges of the sheet were frosty, but beneath it, they were warm. He shivered regardless, looking down at the furry woman in his arms.

She looked back, one eye open.

"Mmmm, you slept in, Simon. Not getting too tired for me, I hope."

"..."

"What's the matter? Did I steal your tongue when I was riding your face?" she teased.

"Is this...is that going to..."

"Mmm, I plan to give you everything you could ever want, every night, so long as you keep giving me what I want. You're my mate now, and I'm not going to be letting you go. I chose you. You don't get to get rid of me."

He wasn't sure that he could have, even if he wanted to. And he wasn't sure that his brain could convince his body that he wanted to, either. Possessive and scary as Crystal had become, there was something about her that was darkly arousing, erotic as all hell, and he shivered just thinking about another round. No other female would ever be able to match what she had just done to him, Pokémon or otherwise.

"Mmm, pity that I drained you from having morning wood, but I think that we can work on that next time."

"Mmmph..."

"Your stamina has suffered without me around, Simon. I'm going to have to train you as much as you train me."

"Nnngh..."

"Heh, come now. You still have a tongue. Talk to me, Simon. There's something on your mind. Tell me."

"...Does your..." He coughed. "Does your father know about this?"

"Mmm, both my parents know."

Dammit.

"And my mother is completely fine with it."

"And...your father?"

"Mmm, he told me to not bother coming home until I'm filled up and pregnant."

Simon didn't know what to say. All he knew was that things had clearly gone in a completely different direction than anything that he was prepared for, and the very idea of becoming a father was something that he wasn't ready for.

His cock, however, was more than inclined to take that offer. As soon as Crystal mentioned getting pregnant, it started rising beneath the sheets. The Alolan Ninetales looked under the blankets, and smirked.

"Well, well, well. Looks like you know what you're supposed to do, after all."

"Nnngh...please..."

"Oh, no. We have to get me pregnant as fast as possible, Simon. You're going to be a father, and you're going to have to learn quickly how to be a good one...but I think you can do it."

The sheet fell away, and the chill in the room returned, only pushed away slightly by the feeling of his new girlfriend - no, mistress - sliding around his hips and straddling him. The heat of her sex, again, banished some of the chill in his bones, and she leaned forward until the head of his cock was properly positioned for her. That smile on her face got bigger and bigger as she slid down his shaft, and when she was fully down to the base, she was grinning like the sun.

It was a very cold sun, but no less bright.

"Mmmm, now...get ready to pump another load in me, Simon. We're going to keep going all day long...heh...when I'm not making you a few meals to keep your strength up..."

The black cat didn't know if he was going to survive this, but his body had stopped fighting her. She wanted his cock and his seed, and she was going to take it from him whether he wanted to hand it over or not. The only thing that he could really do at this point was surrender to the inevitable...so he did.

The End

Summary: A cat remembers a friend that he used to have. The friend comes back with a little more...intense intentions.

Tags: M/F, Femdom, Pokemorph, Feline, Cat, Domination, Cold, Ice Play, Vaginal, Orgasm, Cum, Creampie, Breeding, Semi-Consensual, Not Entirely Consensual,