Mew's Return
MD- This is a little side project Guri and I have thrown together, largely due to the mutual agreement that Mew is a very fun character to write with. His idea, my characters, joint prose. Hope you all enjoy.
Guri- Reader Notes: This story is set in Mysterydude's Dimensional Balance Universe, somewhere after Chapter 20. Because all dialogue in this story is in Speech or pokétongue, Speech and pokétongue won't be italicized.
Pokemon = Nintendo
Contains explicit sexual acts, blah blah blah. If you're underage, don't read n'such, though if you've gotten this far, you're most likely going to ignore this. :D ...and if you don't want to see Mew raping the rest of your childhood fantasies, you'd better leave now.
Mew's Return
Cheri and Shawn walked along in a companionable silence, the sunset behind them a radiant tapestry of reds and oranges stretched across the sky -- a fitting backdrop to the day's exploits, still vivid in Shawn's mind.
Good progress today, even with that little hold up.
Pulling his eyes away from nature's beauty, Shawn collected his reserve and looked over at the other form of natural beauty at his side. "You know, just because they deserve it, doesn't mean you should go out of your way to terrorize people," he chided, trying to be stern with her, but his heart wasn't in it. "Even team Galactic."
Cheri looked at him innocently. "All I did was chew up his shirt. He should be happy I was so soft on him."
Shawn attempted to remain severe, but couldn't manage to keep a straight face, the inevitable grin twitching at the corners of his mouth. "Dear, they were wearing those shirts at the time. You probably almost scared the pants off of them too."
Why do you think I left their pants alone? Your pants are the only ones I want to come off..."
Somehow, even with such a sultry statement, the arcanine managed to maintain her cherubic expression, though the glint in her eye was enough to break the illusion. Shawn let out a chuckle, ruffling her headfur. "Come on, you should know better by now. Just be a bit patient, I'm not about to make an exhibitionist of myself --especially here!"
Cheri huffed in exaggerated disappointment, her features scrunching into a nearly convincing canine pout. "Aww... but you're so cute when you blush!"
Shawn merely rolled his eyes in response, waving the suggestion aside like a circling fly. He'd gotten off easy -- she wasn't quite worked up enough yet to try tackling him and putting all of her considerable powers of seduction to good use. Later though... Later he'd better make sure he started it, before she decided to do something dramatic.
The grin crept back onto his lips as his mind began to wander. After dinner, a nice evening alone with his mate... perfect. He'd long since learned that when given such a gift, you had to make the most of it. Of course, if he didn't do so himself, Cheri most certainly would. Not that he would complain.
Now if only he could shake the nagging feeling that this was all too perfect. Almost as if-
With a sudden pop of strawberry scented air, a familiar pink face appeared at eye level. Shawn leaped back in surprise, hand darting to sword hilt, before he recognized the figure. Her. Again. Now what? He could already feel a headache coming on.
"Hi, did you miss me?" Mew asked brightly.
"Please," begged Shawn, hurriedly preempting any veiled offers or 'deals', "tell me that you aren't planning any more body modifications?" He also noted that Mew hadn't bothered with the modesty shield this time, but what that meant was anyone's guess.
"So distrustful," Mew pouted, "but no. None planned for this time."
"Can we-" started Cheri, her tail beginning to wave frantically in the air.
"Not now." Mew grinned. "I've got a surprise planned for both of you. Tomorrow is a holiday where Shawn comes from."
"Err, what?" asked Shawn, in a bewildered voice.
"Ooh, what is it?" asked Cheri excitedly.
"If I told you, I wouldn't get to see the look on his face when it happens," Mew said with a sly wink. "After all, ya make things so interesting for me, least I can do is return the favor!" She finished with a giggle, then, quickly as she'd arrived, the pink terror vanished with another pop.
"Wait!" he called, but it was too late.
With a impatient word and a gesture his manual appeared in his hand. He opened it to External Calendars and started to page through the list. When he reached the entry for Earth, he closed his eyes in resignation and started to massage his temples. Tomorrow was April 1st. * * *
When Shawn woke up the next morning, it was to a distinctly warm and fuzzy feeling that some deep part of him remembered, though only vaguely. Something of... changing, of being a wolf once again, which was strange, because he thought he remembered being human the night before. He shook his head to try to clear fogginess from his brain, but it didn't help much. Why was everything so... muzzy?
Opening his eyes allowed him to see his belt hung on the back wall of the tent over his muzzle- Wait, his 'muzzle?' He looked again, slightly cross-eyed. Yes, there was no doubt about it--that was certainly a canine muzzle attached to his face, but why was his muzzle was cream colored instead of its normal gray? He looked down at his body and almost didn't recognize it from this angle. His heart skipped a beat. He was in Cheri's body!
Shock was rapidly clearing away any lingering sleepiness. He glanced around the room and jumped in astonishment at the sight of his own body still asleep beside him. Had he somehow screwed up a spell that also knocked him out, and if he was here, was Cheri okay? "Cheri!" he mentally shouted, "can you hear me?!" When there was no response he studied his old body for a moment. If his body was still there and sleeping unharmed, and he was actually in any body at all, this probably wasn't a direct attack. Still, he visualized a quick restraint spell just in case.
"Cheri!" he shouted, with a hint of panic coloring his voice.
Immediately, the body in front of him jumped up onto all fours.
"Shawn, wha-" he heard his body say, but it broke off abruptly as the face twisted into an animalistic snarl.
"Cheri, is that y-" he started, but it was too late.
The body, in which he assumed must indeed be Cheri, opened her mouth and blew hard in his face, which, although slightly foul smelling, didn't produce the fire she, judging from the look on her face, seemed to be expecting. Then she saw her hands and leaped away, falling over backwards in the process.
"Who are you?! What have you done?!" she rolled back upright, once again to all fours, eyes aflame as if she expected to somehow roast him even without her usual abilities. Her human face looked strange in its current expression, lips curled back in a feral rictus, a low growl emanating from her throat. "If you've hurt my mate, I'll-"
"Cheri! Calm down, it's me, Shawn," he interjected.
Her mouth snapped shut, her eyes widening in surprise. "No, it can't b-" she cut off, staring down at herself in shocked amazement. Cautiously, she lifted a 'paw' from the ground, mouth hanging open as the fingers twitched, seeming to mock her with their existence. "What? No, this isn't me! I'm..." shakily, she attempted to leap upright, following the reflexive drive of what her body would be telling her was 'standing'. Promptly, she overbalanced and nosedived into the floor of the tent, sprawling at Shawn's feet with a grunt.
"Dammit!"
Hoping to prevent further panic and possible injury to his body, he placed a restraining forepaw on her shoulder, and shuddered at the profoundly creepy experience of touching his own body from inside of someone else's. She struggled for a second, then fell still, breathing heavily.
"Shawn? Is it really you?" She raised her head to meet his gaze, the look in her eyes pleading. His own eyes really... 'Guess for now it's best not to think of it that way, until we get this sorted out.'
"Yes, Cheri, it's really me." Ruefully, he raised his paw, both to allow her up and to wave it at her, displaying the new appendage. "Despite this lovely fur coat I've grown recently. Guess I should shave more often, eh?"
She giggled as she rolled carefully to a crouch, imitating how she would normally sit on her haunches, then frowned as she wavered on her heels for a moment before adjusting to the balance. "No, more fur is good for you. But, is that really what I think it is?" She peered at him, squinting as if she had become near-sighted. "Are you in... me?"
He heaved a sigh, the exhalation taking several seconds longer than it normally would, with his improved lung capacity. "Yeah... I am. And you've landed in my body, in case you haven't noticed." It felt bizarre to be in a canid body again, particularly one so large. And this one seemed to burn with an inner fire that floated somewhere behind his vision. He'd need to be careful he didn't accidentally burn something to cinders... or someone.
"I don't know what happened, but I probably screwed up something -- some kind of residual spell I suppose, that acted up while we were sleeping." His brow furrowed in confusion, his mind scrolling systematically through the events of the night before. "It's strange though, I don't recall having anything unusual active. Certainly nothing that could have done THIS." 'This' would likely be a major headache to sort out. He could already feel it beginning to worry at his skull. "I'm going to need to analyze our condition, check for residuals in the area, and test out a few other things to find out what's going on here."
Cheri, who had sat quietly through his attempts to puzzle out their predicament aloud, suddenly let out an exclamation, her jaw dropping as realization lit her face. "I know what happened. This is Mew's surprise! It has to be! There's no way this is a coincidence."
He felt the overwhelming urge to bury his face in hands he no longer had, the truth of Cheri's statement coming on him with all the abruptness of a swift kick between the legs. "Oh, you have got to be kidding me! Someday, that pint-sized, hovering, trouble-making minx is going to get me killed, or worse!" His voice dropped, a hint of a growl underlining his words as he looked up at the roof of the tent. "Really? You honestly have nothing better to do with your time than this? You know, He won't be very happy if you manage to imperil this universe with your jokes."
Somewhere beyond his sight, he almost swore he caught a glimpse of a rosy flash, gone before it was even there, leaving a tinkling giggle in his ears. Of course, she would hardly make it easy for him to get out of this, seeing as it was meant to be a 'gift'. 'They say it's the thought that counts, but what exactly is she thinking?!'
"Is it really that bad?" Cheri asked, testing her balance with a bit more care this time, gaining steadiness by degrees. She gave him the kind of smirk that said he'd better choose the right answer, poking him playfully in the chest as she began to rise to a precarious two legged balance in front of him. "After all, it's my body you're in, surely that can't be such a horrible place to end up." She braced herself on his shoulder, seeming to figure out the trick of it as she stood fully upright for the first time.
Shawn sighed and took a deep breath, this wasn't Cheri's fault after all. "Listen, spells like this just shouldn't be used without a very good reason. The cost is very high and they are often dangerous. I know this is Mew we're talking about here... but itss also us she's playing around with! What if something went wrong?" Growling in annoyance, he shook his head, wishing he'd been a bit more alert for Mew's 'surprise'. "I've got to do some research and see if I can get to the bottom of this."
She rolled her eyes at him, her opinion of 'research' made abundantly clear. "Fine, if that's all you can think about at the moment. I'm going to see what I can do with this, and make the most of it while it lasts." Wavering, she did her best to stalk towards the opposite corner of the tent, though the effect was ruined by her tottering gait.
Deciding to leave her to her own devices -- provided those devices didn't involve anything dangerous with his body -- he started to leaf through the manual for medical diagnostic spells, or at least tried to. Turning pages using claws this big was not easy, but at least they couldn't harm a manual. He knew one beginning wizard that had dropped his manual in a pond and the pages hadn't even gotten wet, which was more than could be said for the wizard's clothes by the time he managed to fish it out.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Cheri rolling around on the other side of the tent, removing her underwear and generally exploring her new body. She felt her legs and feet curiously, seeming fascinated by every motion of her fingers, as if each movement surprised her. She twisted her head from side to side, her nostrils flaring as she tried to sniff and lick at her shoulders, chest and belly, her mouth moving into a frown -- likely at her current lack of flexibility.
He shook his head, hiding a grin as he peered back down at the page in front of him, scanning flowing lines of Speech for some clue to his predicament, but none of it made any sense. A mind switch certainly could not have been accomplished without him noticing. When the manual described a sensation as, "moderate discomfort", general wisdom was to interpret it as "holy shit that hurts". On top of that, the magical cost of transforming both of their bodies was so high that he shuddered at the very thought.
As far as transspacial doppelganger spirit-based dislocation went, it was located in the section marked: Unproven, highly unstable, or forbidden (without permission of planetary advisor or higher) wizardries, spells, sorceries and castings, and described a several day ritual ending with "very intense pain" on the part of both parties involved. On the plus side, the power cost was relegated to the nearest available neutron star, and after the initial spell, it could be reused indefinitely.
Shawn's muzzle wrinkled reflexively, his nose suddenly tingling with a musky scent that hadn't been there a moment ago. He inhaled sharply, blinking as a warm wave of... something... washed over him, as if the new scent were beckoning to a deep part of him he didn't even know was there.
Looking up from the complicated spells laid out before him, he twisted around, working his nose like a homing beacon to follow the oddly enticing aroma. The trail all but glowed in the air to his newly increased senses, a glimmering line leading directly to his mate, who sat hunched in the corner, her back half towards him, arched with strain as she stretched like a gymnast.
It took Shawn a moment to figure out what Cheri was trying to do and when he did, he barely managed to suppress a fit of laughter. She had her head between her knees, and was resolutely attempting to reach her extended manhood. Unfortunately for her, as Shawn well knew, her body wasn't flexible enough, and her tongue wasn't long enough to do anything more than give herself a light teasing. For a moment he considered giving her some advice, but decided it might be better to go back to what was most pressing -- figuring out what had gone wrong. That, and he wasn't sure he would be able to speak on the subject without breaking into hysterical laughter.
Sorting out the rather cumbersome paws, he flicked back several sections to the part that contained medical diagnostics, forcefully shoving the lingering scent of human arousal from his mind. Why did it seem so alluring, anyway? He wasn't interested in men in that way in the slightest, even if it was his own body.
Muttering speech phrases under his breath, he rapidly formed the matrix of a full body scan, a tightly interwoven grid of hazy green constructing itself in the air before him. He shivered as it curved gracefully downward, passing through his body like a wraith, emerald light pouring over him and casting invisible shadows on the walls of the tent.
He fidgeted impatiently, every cell in his body crawling and itching as it was probed with magical energy. It felt like a million ants had worked their way under his skin, and had all decided to do the hokey pokey at the same time.
After a moment or two, numbers and phrases began scrolling across the page, arranging themselves in neat rows and columns. He ignored the majority, half of which he couldn't even understand without extensive medical study -- he hadn't bothered to simplify the spell with the "green means go" clause -- and focused on the pieces that confirmed a being's genetic identity.
Physical body is 99.98% match with an uncertainty of .03% to the last sample of the being registered as Shawn Justin Matthews, taken at the Dimensional Balance Watch on GWD-033.5683.65.12-6
His brow furrowed in bewilderment, and he was about to attempt a second, more detailed diagnostic that would show him recent wizardries worked upon the being in question, when he was rudely interrupted by another loud thump as Cheri fell over on her face once again.
"Please love, be careful. You're not the one who will have to live with the bruises once we get this sorted out."
"It's not my fault if your legs are too long and bend in the wrong places!" She tried again with a look of determination, and this time managed to stay upright if not steady. "This is weird. All this extra stuff between my legs is making me walk funny! How do you get around with this?"
"Well, for one thing, it's easier when you aren't erect. Just think about something other than sex for once. It may not come very easy to you," he teased, "but we males manage it often enough."
"How am I supposed to manage that with your naked body right here? It's more than a little distracting, even when I'm the one in it. Besides, what is there for you to figure out?" Cheri asked in a slightly annoyed tone. "It'll just tell you that Mew swapped us, which we already know, so you might as well enjoy it while we can."
"You don't quite understand. It shouldn't be possible for even her to do this. First, I should have at least woken up when she separated my spirit from my body. Second, you shouldn't be able to balance on two feet like that. Third... * * *
Cheri tried to be patient with him, but sometimes he just got distracted by the most boring things. Here Mew had given what might be a once in a lifetime opportunity, and all he could do was complain. She at least, could see how much fun this could be, and some very interesting possibilities.
"...Furthermore, the rules shouldn't even allow her to do something like this without..." Shawn continued without any sign of slowing down.
She tried turning around and wiggling her rump enticingly, but he didn't seem to notice even when she looked back over her shoulder at him with her best 'come hither' look. He could be so oblivious at times, and she was starting to freeze. How could he stand the cold? No wonder he wore clothes, even though it meant hiding his body from her most of the time. She finally gave up. If he wasn't going to do something fun, she would. She would just have be more direct.
* * *
Shawn's monologue came to an abrupt halt when he finally saw the predatory look Cheri's eyes had taken, matched perfectly with the decidedly lustful grin that now spread across her face. He backed toward the corner of the tent and glanced around for a way out as his erstwhile body stalked toward him. The bobbing member between Cheri's legs suddenly brought home the reality of the situation with crystal clarity, the realization stunning her like a sucker-punch. For Shawn, the understanding had finally sunk in that, at least until Mew removed her "gift", that "he" was now a "she".
"Cheri, I don't think that we should rush into this," Shawn said as she backed away and felt her tail clamp down over her privates.
"Don't be silly, we might not get another chance if we don't take advantage of this," he growled as he backed Shawn further into the corner. "Besides, could you ever forgive yourself if you gave up this chance?
'Easily,' Shawn thought, 'but that isn't likely to deter Cheri.' "But, you don't like females," Shawn protested as she felt her rump hit the back corner of the room.
"Silly mal- Oops, I guess you're not now, are you?" He grinned evilly at Shawn, taking another step forward, his erect tool now almost jabbing her in the nose. Its pungent scent washed over her like a cloud, confusing her feelings and causing her nethers to tingle with desire. "It's not that I love males, it's that you're my mate whatever no matter what. Besides, you make my body look even cuter." This came with a self-satisfied smirk, even as his hands reached for her cheek ruffs.
His fingers closed around her fur, seizing both her head and her full attention, pulling her into a forceful kiss that mashed their lips together. She tried to speak, but quickly lost interest in doing so as her mate's tongue embraced hers, the action no less tender from the roles being reversed. With a sudden eagerness that she hadn't felt a moment before, she met his questing appendage with her own, enthusiastically swirling her tongue around his palate to sample every flavour she could find, reaching for more...
Cheri gagged, yanking away from the amorous smooch with a choking cough, catching himself from a tumble as his fingers yanked on her ruffs, painfully. He yelped, shaking his head to free it, even as he pulled himself back towards her, breath shuddering back into a normal rhythm.
"Gotta keep control of that extra long tongue you have now, my dear," he said with a wry smile. "Not as easy to hold back with it as you'd think, especially when you're on the receiving end."
"That's one way to ruin a perfectly good kiss," she commented, her ears back in embarrassment, the fog wrapping around her mind beginning to clear from the interruption. She'd never known how much restraint it had taken Cheri to kiss like that without the canine tongue getting in the way -- well, at least some restraint, and that was made up for in full by other forms of affection.
"Ruined one kiss, perhaps, but that leaves room for more," Cheri corrected, already leaning in for a second try. She stiffened, considering pulling away and attempting to get back to what she had been doing, but once more the siren call of her mate's scent wafted across her nose. She sank into the kiss this time, her eyes half-closing as she allowed him to lead, murring softly. She was acutely aware of his erect manhood poking her in the chest, a blazing reminder of just what her mate intended to do.
Curious hands quested around her shoulders, stroking fondly and gripping bunches of fur, massaging her muscles into further relaxation. She could feel her resistance wavering, their tongues rolling delightfully around each other as the temperature in the tent rose, her mind beginning a slow turn from the negatives of their predicament to the possible positives.
"Wow..." Cheri breathed as they broke apart, chests heaving. "My fur really does feel amazing, doesn't it?" He stared at her as if seeing her for the first time, his grin stretching from ear to ear, fading sparkles of pleasure still glittering through Shawn's system.
Then, with a passionate exclamation, he grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and tried to flip her over onto her back, which was a complete failure. He bounced off her chest, nearly sprawling backwards, before he caught himself around her neck.
"Not used to me weighing twice as much as you?" Shawn taunted him.
"I'm sure I'll manage," he retorted, and, not to be deterred, manoeuvred around her and swung onto Shawn's rump. Before she could react, he ran his fingernails along her neck and down her spine, causing Shawn to let out a gasp of pleasure and shudder to the tune of the dancing bliss. Everywhere he had touched burned with a glowing fire that raced down her back and sides, to center between her legs like an exploding firework. She'd never realized Cheri was quite that sensitive there. She'd have to keep that tidbit in-
Her thoughts vanished like a cat who'd heard the bath water running, a whine of need rising from her throat as Cheri's recently acquired manhood started poking around for an entrance, a brilliant flare of yearning washing away all other sensations or considerations. Her body reacted entirely on its own, locking her hind legs and moving her tail out of the way...
With a cry of lust Cheri surged forward, but aimed a bit too high and bounced off the arcanine's rump, just below her exposed tailhole. She jolted, whimpering in an almost piteous tone as she was blasted by unfamiliar hormones, streaks of an overwhelming need to be filled by her mate coloring her every conscious thought. "Ah... I don't think either of us are ready for there yet!" Instinctively, she spread her legs wider, raising her tail as far out of the way as she could, preparing herself to receive him. She looked back over her shoulder, meeting his eyes as he lay across her back, gripping her tightly around the waist.
"You know, for a male, you sure do a good job at being a female in heat." An exploratory hand rubbed her belly, sending a curious feeling of relaxation wafting through her arcanine body, coaxing an involuntary rumble from her lips. "Even with that, it still seems like you should be the one putting things in me though." He grinned wolfishly, prodding her with even more enthusiasm, making her grunt as he continued to miss his target. It actually was a little painful, when he did it that hard. "But, I'm definitely eager to try stuffing you for once." The lustful growl that came from his lips was completely incongruous, sounding in Shawn's own, usual voice.
Shawn's reply died on her lips as Cheri finally hit his mark, driving most of the way in and eliciting a yelp of discomfort as her tense folds were roughly spread open. The momentary pain pierced through the fog around her mind, sensation and focused thought rushing to fill the gap. Almost immediately, Cheri began to draw back, vacating the space he had just occupied, her walls releasing the intruder before they'd had a chance to get acquainted. "Ouch! Take it easy, Cheri, I'm not ready for this yet!"
Even as she spoke, a ripple passed through her folds, turning into a shiver that ran from her rump to her nose. "Don't worry dear, I'm ready enough for both of us," Cheri grunted, managing to stop his withdrawal before he slipped out. A wandering hand smoothed the fur of her belly soothingly, waves of relaxation flowing upwards from the touch.
Once again, her mate plunged into her folds with as much force as he could muster, the impact slamming their nethers together. Shawn yelped again, but this time it was more from shock than true pain. Unconsciously, she had released the tension in her hind legs, adjusting to her lover. Dribbles of moisture, coaxed forth by the heavy cologne of masculine essence filling the air, grew thicker upon her inner walls, encouraged by the firm flesh being thrust into her so eagerly.
"Besides," Cheri's voice sounded heavy with the force of his thrusts, his breathing labored against Shawn's back. "I know what you can take, and doesn't it feel goood?!" He started to pick up the pace, staccato bucking driving deep into her awakening womanhood, shoving her tail roughly aside. Shawn's claws flexed on the floor of the tent, her tongue lolling as the soreness faded away, replaced with a far stronger need, that once again drove her thoughts from her mind.
Crying out, she pressed back against her powerful mate, wordlessly begging him to fill her, to bury himself inside as far as he could, to gift her with his seed. Rivulets of mysterious, golden feeling fluid dribbled down her tunnel, both her own nectar and the increasingly frequent gushers of pre from her mate, the liquid adding squishing noises to the heavy panting and half-murmured words floating up to the tent roof. She squirmed against him, wiggling her rump as her walls were repeatedly forced apart by a spear of flesh, each withdrawal of the hammering tool seeming to take far too long to turn again into the wonderful fullness she was beginning to revel in.
Tension rose in her loins, the pleasure stacking to heights she'd never thought were possible, a long moan passing her lips, when suddenly Cheri gave out a lustful cry. He slammed his rod home, fingers digging into her hips as his rod twitched fitfully inside her, rapidly filling her with his warm, salty cream.
For a few ecstatic seconds, she could feel him twitching and jerking inside of her, heavy liquid making its way slowly towards her awaiting womb, feeding her still-rising delight. Then, his whole body relaxed, limp with bliss, slumping forward onto her back with a soft sigh as he slipped half-way out of her.
No! She wasn't finished yet! She whimpered as her body started bucking, trying to get more stimulation to her woefully vacant folds, but only managed to dislodge Cheri, who slid bonelessly to the floor. Mentally cursing her lack of hands, she tried to rub up against one of her forepaws, but in a way, that only made it worse. It felt good, but it wasn't nearly enough, just a mere tease when she needed a stuffing! In desperation, she tried adding her other forepaw to the mix, but only managed to fall over, stunning a little sense into her.
Rising, she shook herself vigorously, disheveled fur falling back into place. Her eyes roved wildly around the room, seeking something, anything, she could use for relief. A small, rectangular shape near the blanket arrested her eye, the words, So You Want to Be A Wizard etching themselves like fire into her lust-clouded mind. No, of course, she had to focus on the important problem. She had to get changed back to normal, but the burning itch between her legs was so hard to ignore!
As she stared at the book, panting, the wild buzzing in her crotch began to slowly settle, though now, she understood why Cheri was so persistent at times. She craved a strong male to fill her, now that she'd had a taste, and only with a titanic effort managed drag her thoughts away from sex and back to the problem at hand.
Since Cheri had mated with her, Mew might be willing to relent and help them to get back to normal. Shawn hoped she'd be quick about it too, because the very-masculine scents, drifting over from the other corner, were still very hard to ignore. Also, Cheri might not be too keen on interrupting their fun and might try to stretch this out even longer.
Quickly, she walked back to where her wizard's manual lay on the floor, opened it to the messaging section in the back, and mentally composed what she wanted to say. "Dictate message for the Power known in this local space as Mew," as she spoke, the message transcribed itself smoothly onto the page in the flowing text of the Speech.
What are you doing? I need to be researching and training, not stuck in Cheri's body. You are planning on fixing this I hope? Please? I happen to like my body the way it was! Male!
"End message. Send message."
Her message vanished, but even before she closed the book, a reply appeared on the page:
_You should be spending your time exploring my gift, not wasting it thinking serious thoughts. Besides, Cheri seems to enjoy this, and you look so cute! Especially when you're squirming around under Cheri and begging for more. There's lots more fun you can have still. I'm sure enjoying the view! By the way Cheri, ask him to use his mouth. It feels wonderful.
-Mew_
By the time he finished reading, his face felt like it was about to burn off, but he had to try again before Cheri came back. He tapped on the message to reply, but instead of blanking the page for a message, more text appeared below:
Long range communications temporarily disallowed. Please try again later.
"Your mouth? Hmm, that's not a bad idea. I wonder if you're as good with it now as you are while you're not wearing fur?" came Cheri's voice from over her shoulder, to her utter mortification.
"How can you even read-" she started, but broke off when Cheri started kneading her back insistently, sending forking jolts of pleasure shooting down her spine to her still needy folds. "Love, don't you think it's time to get up and on our way now? It's almost-" she tried, but again Cheri cut her off.
"If you're not careful, Mew might just might leave you like that for a few more days. She does seem to want you to get the full experience, and doesn't seem ready to take 'no' for an answer."
Mew wouldn't dare. Then again, just yesterday she would have said that Mew couldn't even do this much, and Cheri's musk wasn't helping her think straight. Then it got even worse as he rubbed his member right along the side of her muzzle, intensifying the scent with an overwhelming pheremonal infusion. "So, ready to try it? You've done this before, many times."
"Not like this-" she started, but her protests were cut off as Cheri hastened to fill her open maw with his proffered rod, forestalling any further argument. Her breath caught, nearly making her cough -- more from surprise than lack of breathing space -- as she adjusted to the sudden intrusion. Surprisingly, it didn't feel as strange or as off-putting as she had expected it to, and the taste of their combined juices warming on her tongue was even more persuasive than the scent.
Cheri grunted in moderate approval, his grip tightening on Shawn's cheek ruffs as he settled in for this latest exploit of sexual experimentation. Her breathing picked up, whistling heavily out her nose as the probing tool bumped around her maw, her jaw locked in place for fear of making a false move and damaging something irreplaceable.
"Well?" Cheri demanded, giving a thrust for emphasis, a hint of a chuckle in his tone. "I know you can do better than that, dear. A little effort on your part might help, mmm?"
As the juice soaked flesh rolled across her flexible tongue, the ache in her unfulfilled womanhood flared into a burning desire. A spasm of need rocketed up through her loins, making her moan around her mouthful, and fasten her lips firmly around it. Scents of lust and passion, the unstoppable drive to please her mate, roiled through her, overriding any final protests. Instinctively, she fanned her tongue across the engorged tip reaching for the back of her maw, flattening her dexterous appendage and attempting to tantalize all the hidden pleasure zones she knew lay hidden there.
Heady flavours cascaded across her tongue, both the heavy masculine, bitter-salty musk, and the more familiar sweet-spicy of her own folds. Rapidly, she descended upon the offering, seeking to lap it clean before any more of the taste would be lost, her tongue flicking like lightning around Cheri's pulsing manhood. Cheri's appreciative words of encouragement only served to fan the flames, joining with the intoxicating elixir of mingling zests to spur both her efforts and the increasingly hard to ignore ache between her back legs.
"See? I knew you'd find the trick, with the proper encouragement," Cheri said between pleased grunts. Heedless of the razor fangs so close to his delicate parts, he sped up his arrhythmic thrusts, drawing a snort from his lover as her nose was forcefully pressed into his crotch. Instead of lessening Shawn's zeal to please, it only increased further, the rough use of her muzzle to pleasure her lover only stoking her passion to fulfill his needs, to entice him to take her once more and give her the gift of his seed.
"I hope you're ready, sweetie, because I sure am."
The words precluded a powerful bucking of Cheri's hips, burying himself deep into Shawn's maw, filling her nose with tickly hair and the briny scent of assorted fluids. Mindful of her teeth, Shawn held on for the ride, heart thudding in anticipation as she suckled frantically at her prize, encouraging Cheri to release his load for her.
A series of heavy grunts and half uttered words came from above, paired with a generous splash of salty fluid across her tongue. Eagerly, she shoved her nose into his crotch, teasing her tongue past her sealed lips to extend the treatment to his dangling sac. Her petals quivered, the phantom sensation of her mate's maleness almost enough to bring her to the edge by itself, to join him on the brink of release. Any second now-
Without a word of warning, thick cream sprayed directly across the back of her throat, far surpassing anything she had expected. She sputtered, jaws opening reflexively as she tried to pull away, even as the second salvo joined the first, spattering her tongue and exposed maw. Cheri slipped, yanked off-balance by his grip on her ruffs with a grunt of surprise. The throbbing, spurting tip drove even deeper, probing Shawn's throat and releasing a shot directly inside, eliciting a fit of coughing from the unprepared Arcanine.
Snorting and shaking her head to clear it, Shawn jerked back, finally freeing herself from Cheri's grip as his final shots graced her muzzle with creamy streaks, her mate stumbling backward as she pulled away. She swallowed reflexively, shivering as a heavy load rolled down her throat, her taste buds buzzing from the oddly pleasant flavour.
"Cheri? Sweetheart?" She coughed heavily, fluid still rattling in her throat. "We have got to work on your control sometime," she wheezed, still working to ensure that nothing more than air made its way into her lungs
A fit of giggles overtook him, his softening rod giving a half hearted twitch between his spread legs, as he leaned back on his hands where he had fallen onto his rear. "Funny, I've never had a problem or complaint before. Maybe it's your control we need to work on."
"My control?" she started laughing too, which turned into another coughing fit, but even that didn't do much to dampen her arousal. "Love, I don't jam it halfway down your throat!"
Cheri merely smirked, patting his softening equipment as if it had been a job well done. Shawn's eyes focused on the alluring view like a laser beam. Just the smell of the the fluids drying on her muzzle, combined with the rest of her activities that day was aggravating the itching, burning feeling between her legs, as maddening as a swarm of ants crawling across her skin.
She had to do something, or she was going to go crazy.
"Okay my dear," she said, padding towards him with her most endearing smile. "You've had your fun, now how about returning the favour a bit?" It felt like a flame blazed beneath her skin, flushing her complexion beneath her fur, urging her every move. She could barely keep the panting need from her voice as she nuzzled his chest, drawing her whole body against him and curling around behind his back in a 'don't you want me?' motion that Cheri herself put to good use. "Don't you think it's my turn now? You're not just going to leave your mate to burn up like this, are you?"
Cheri gazed speculatively at the flaccid member between his legs, drumming his fingers pensively on the floor. "That might be nice, but it," he pointed at his crotch, "doesn't seem ready yet." How about we have a real breakfast instead. After breakfast, then maybe we can-"
"No! I can't wait like this. It's going to drive me crazy!" she cut in, unable to keep the desperation from her voice. If Mew's trying to teach me a lesson, she has a cruel sense of humour! She gazed up at Cheri, doing her best to imitate the impossible to resist puppy eyes.
He yawned disinterestedly, giving her a condescending scratch under the chin. "What was it you said to me once? Oh yes, I believe it was, 'Work first, pleasure later,' and then you made me wait for hours."
"What? No! I'm on fire back there! You should know what that's like! You can't leave me like this!" she protested, leaning against him more insistently. Her folds quivered with unfulfilled anticipation, more of her nectar squeezing forth to dribble down her rump, as if her entire body were begging. She wasn't too far from doing exactly that. "I need you!"
"Don't worry, it will teach you control. How bad could it be?" he asked with malicious glee, reaching casually for his underwear.
The sight made Shawn cry out in desperation, the blaze flaring to a roaring inferno between her legs. "I take back what I said before, I won't ever leave you like this! Not just because I'm not up for it!"
As Cheri opened his mouth, expression smug like he'd just extracted a difficult promise, Shawn's manual let out a cheerful chime. As one, their heads swivelled towards the interruption, which now vibrated gently on the rumpled bedroll.
"Ooo, I wonder who that could be?" Cheri said instead, with a devilish grin. Before Shawn could move, he rolled away from her and scrambled to grab the manual, snatching it up before she could pounce.
"Hey, don't play around with that!" Shawn cried, attempting to swat it away from him. He giggled and held it above his head, spinning away and sticking his tongue out. "It won't work for you anyway."
"Let's see, it was near this end, right?" he said, ignoring Shawn's comment and flipping a little clumsily through the tome towards the back, though at the moment, he held it upside down and was paging towards the front cover. "htao sd.. s...dar- What?" he started, brow wrinkling in confusion as he peered at the page, attention now fully on the manual. "Oh, wait a minute, that's not right." Realizing his mistake, he flipped the book the right way, examining the words once more. "Wizards Oath? No, that can't be what we're looking for."
Shawn's jaw fell open in surprise. How could he open it to the real pages without help now? Was the body fooling the manual?
"Ah, here we go, this must be it. Does it always buzz like that?" Cheri said, interrupting her thoughts as he found the messaging section. "Oh look! It's from our favorite floating friend! What a surprise! I wonder what wonderful ideas she has for us this time?" The look he shot her made her want to whimper, though at the same time her tail flagged adamantly, desperately hoping that this hell of blazing need would soon come to an end.
"Fine, you win. What does it say?" She tried to read the script over Cheri's shoulder, but couldn't quite make out the shimmering text from that angle. With a low chuckle, Cheri finally took pity on her and lowered the book, turning it so she could read. She stifled a groan at the gleeful words sprawled across the page.
Ooh, that looked fun! You sure you haven't done this before? You took to that pretty well except for the end, but don't worry, I'm sure you'll get better with practice. You look so adorable with her seed all over your face like that. Maybe I'll make that stick? Oh, and by the way, I know that you're probably thinking about trying to change yourself back. If you like, we can play a fun little game. You work as hard as you can on switching back, and I'll try out a few more teeny modifications on that cute lil' bod Cheri is wearing. Then we'll see who gives in first. How do you feel about Rapidashes? Ooh, maybe some tentacles? I've heard those are fun.
--Mew
Shawn resisted the urge to hide behind Cheri, a soft, excited whine escaping her throat, her ears laying flat. She just wanted to come out of this with the same body she had started with, without any extra appendages or 'improvements'. Was that too much to ask? Well, that, and to get rid of this impossible itch!
Cheri looked almost disappointed. "Aww, I was hoping for some advice. Last time worked out so well too." He grinned at the subdued Arcanine beside him. "Don't worry, it's not even noon yet, so we still have plenty of-" he began, but was interrupted by the melodic chime of Shawn's manual announcing another message.
She moaned in consternation. What was it this time? Hadn't she caused enough harm already? But, ignoring it would probably only make it even worse. With a ginger touch suggesting that the book might explode at any moment, Shawn carefully lifted the cover and opened it to the message page.
_PS:
Cheri, don't be too rough, 'kay? Leave a little bit for later.
Don't forget, hot stuff, we've got a date! So you'd better not be all pent up when you get here._
You're the big girl now, so why don't you try out her favourite move? It's not good to let the guys take control too many times in a row. It forms bad habits.
Cheri grinned and spoke to the ceiling, "Don't worry, I'll be careful, and I plan on getting my way for as long as this lasts," he drawled.
Why will this never end? At least Cheri won't want to to do anything too permanent to me, because he... Shawn stopped mid-thought in shock... But if I'm female... Then the second half was aimed at her, and, miraculously, Mew had actually taken her side in an argument. Her loins flared up at the suggestion, but that minor victory was quickly dampened by Mew's reference to a "date". What else did the pink nightmare have in store?
Cheri turned back to Shawn with an evil twinkle in his eye. "See? I knew she'd have something helpful to say. Sure you don't want to have breakfast now? I know it sounds good to me, and you might need the energy."
Shawn shot him a glare, knowing she was pouting, and refusing to change her expression, Mew's last words inexplicably ringing in her mind. Her favourite move? What is she talking- Suddenly, it hit her like a rampaging rhinocerous. Okay, I hate to do this, but I've got to take matters into my own hands... err, paws... before I lose it.
With a self-satisfied expression, Cheri stretched languidly, boldly flaunting his 'equipment' in a taunting gesture, before half turning away and stepping towards the pack. Shawn caught him glancing back at her, seeming to hold back laughter at her mournful expression, before completing the betrayal and turning his back completely. Oh, this would be sweet, sweet payback.
Surreptitiously, she eyed Cheri's back, hiding her own devilish smile. Here I come, dear. She lowered to a crouch, tongue lolling as she wiggled her rump, sighting on her target like a homing missile on a mission. Her muscles tensed, preparing to spring, the ache in her loins acting as a blazing goad. A warning thought shot through the fog of lust, halting her as Cheri bent over the pack, mooning her in the process. Quickly, she muttered a phrase in the Speech, barely getting the words out through her heavy pants of anticipation. Yes, the shield was still up. She wouldn't break anything important, just his ego.
"Ohhh Cherrriii...." she called in a sing-song voice. Even as the last syllable crossed her lips, she was airborne, flying gleefully towards her mate with all the momentum of a body more than twice his size. He started to turn towards her voice, and for a fleeting, supremely satisfying moment, she reveled in the utter surprise and shock on his face. Then, they hit the ground with a crash, tumbling in a tangle of limbs and fur, skidding to a tousled halt up against the back wall of the tent.
She felt like her muzzle would split in two from her fang-filled grin, a malicious wave of delight washing through her at the squeak he emitted, as she dropped through the shield and treated him to the 'exquisite' experience of having the breath squeezed out of him. His eyes bulged in shock, a knee digging into her stomach for a moment, before she forced that down too.
"See how much fun that is?" she said, shifting her paws above his shoulders and hefting her weight off of him, making sure to keep him pinned with her body. He gasped in response, lungs heaving to restore the air they had lost, before wriggling once to test his furry bonds, giving up when it was obvious that he wasn't making any progress. "Now, I think you said something before about being ready enough for both of us..."
Very deliberately, she ground her lips against his limp member, taking care to ensure he got the message, and smearing her leaking juices across his shaft in preparation. It was all she could do not to start humping madly, the tantalizing contact making her entire tunnel ripple with expectation. "I don't care how long it takes, you're finishing me, now, even if I have to do all the work."
With the air issue out of the way, Cheri's expression lit up, a hand maneuvering around to knead her chest enticingly. "I was wondering when you would stop whining and do something about it." He twitched almost imperceptibly as she rubbed against him a bit harder, a hint of glorious life stirring in the maleness sliding across her lips. "But, you know, I still want breakfast," Cheri continued, as if ignoring her efforts entirely, an infuriating grin on his face. "And I'm not sure how much luck you're going to have down there. I'm still not sure how to work it."
"I know you aren't," Shawn growled, her frustration rising as she started to hump uncontrollably, despite her best attempts to restrain herself. Why did he have to go and get himself off twice in a row, so quickly?! "That's exactly why I feel like I'm about to explode! It's not as easy as it looks for a guy!" His alluring scent rushed through her nostrils with every breath, making her want to howl with need. Just one more, please? I know he's got one more in him! If only he'd stiffen up a bit...
Like a spring uncoiling, Cheri's manhood popped up to meet her next thrust, jamming against her petals and sliding away, a lighting bolt ripping through her nerves at the touch. How had... Uh-oh, I'd better be careful what I wish for with YOU in my head! Did she just hear a faint giggle? Or was that nothing but her imagination?
Cheri looked just as surprised that he had risen to the occasion so quickly, but he didn't question the development. At that point, Shawn barely cared. She needed relief, and if Mew was going to help her with that, than she wasn't going to say no! Eagerly, she shoved downwards, whining piteously as he once again slipped past her entrance.
"Speaking of, 'not as easy as it looks,' " Cheri commented, his arms wrapping around Shawn's chest in a hug, hanging on as she frantically tried to impale herself on his awaiting rod. "Maybe we should have breakfast instead, since you can't seem to make this work."
Shawn ignored the comment, growling lustfully as she wiggled her rump, at last feeling him slip into position upon her sopping entrance. With a satisfied groan, she sank down on him, each inch feeling like a salve to the burning in her inner walls. Tendrils of pleasure flashed up her spine as she slowly spread herself around his tool, taking it all in a single thrust, fluids squelching out around his intrusion.
"Oh well, I guess breakfast will have to wait, since you just can't seem to control yourself." Cheri said, a quiver racking his body as she took him to the hilt, a pleased sigh wafting from his lips. "You must be really anxious to give her a-ah... show." His hands moved steadily across her chest, scritching and massaging, the buzzing goodness feeling like it would melt her into a fuzzy puddle on his stomach.
"If that 'show' involves me getting off, then yes," she responded gruffly, resting for a moment to appreciate the satisfying width filling her passage, experimentally giving him a squeeze. I'm going to have to watch my every thought aren't it? Besides, if she was watching and enjoying this so much, why didn't she just come ov- No! She managed tear his mind from such dangerous thoughts and back to safer matters. Once again, the sardonic giggle chimed in her mind, as if from several light-years away.
Carefully, sighing with gratitude as sizzling pleasure slowly overtook the infuriating sensation in her groin, Shawn began to raise herself up, her walls hugging the retreating member as if reluctant to let go. The moment she felt herself about to lose him, she surrendered slowly to gravity once again, a huffing pant squeezing from her muzzle as glorious fullness plowed its way up her dripping tunnel. "S-see, sweetheart? You just need to take your time with it."
She didn't stop until she hit bottom, the squelching sound of her own fluids like music to her ears. Her back arched over her lover, nearly squatting on his groin so she could look lovingly down into his face with lust-clouded eyes, enjoying the passion he displayed so openly as she rode him.
"If you say so, cute stuff." A hand rose up to meet her muzzle, caressing her cheek ruff tenderly, tracing her jaw line. "I-" his words broke into a moan as she ground against his sac, bouncing lightly on his lap in a motion she remembered well, doing her best to manipulate unfamiliar muscles. "Mmm, guess you know what works, don't you?" Her teeth bared in an amused smile, a quick counter-thrust making her cry out, wordlessly. "But, I think you've got a ways to go before you get the hang of having a slit instead of a pole."
Shawn chose not to comment on his hypocrisy, instead opting for setting an age-old rhythm, riding her mate with a passion that glimmered in every fibre of her being. It was more than just her overwhelming need to climax, now. Her desire for him was pure, based on their fiery bond, no matter who was in who's body. Spicy scents flowed from their union, filling the heating air of the tent, along with the almighty masculine musk, which infected her nose and mind with its heady suggestions.
Canine love-talk flowed seamlessly from her lips, growls that both called to her mate and announced their union, warning any other who would try to claim her as theirs. Each slow rise and fall of her hips drove her onward for more, ecstasy crashing through her that made the irritation of earlier seem paltry. From the look on his face, he felt the same, as his hands roamed aimlessly over her body, urging her to keep going. She had no argument.
Her chest heaved, blood rushing feverishly and her heart thudding in her ears as her lover pounded pure bliss into her aching folds. She could sense it coming, a massive storm just on the edge of her sight, roiling between her legs and curling up along her spine. Her hips moved on their own now, speeding up their eager rut, joyous yips escaping her throat.
"Wow... Even without help, I think I'd put off... breakfast for this!" Cheri grunted between gasps of pleasure, his own loins rising to meet hers with more force, slamming them together and adding lightning streaks of white-hot nirvana from her aroused clit. The only response she could manage was to whine his name, trying to convey with her eyes just how close she was. Her walls streamed torrid fluids, soaking the meeting of skin and fur with each pass, easing his thrusts into her clenching passage.
She didn't even know what happened. The feeling seemed to arise with little warning. Like a lightning strike, the ecstasy flared as bright as the sun behind her eyes, a vague awareness of her hips slamming into his breaking through the blinding heaven, a million fingers drawing shivery lines across her skin. Her howl of joy bounced off the walls of the tent, sounding like a pack of canines voicing their pleasure, her tunnel rippling and squeezing recklessly around her mate's embedded manhood.
Blissfully, she rode out the overwhelming delight, her steady bucking turning to wild, half-crazed plunging, powerful muscles milking him for the creamy prize that eluded her. It seemed to last for hours, fireworks crackling through her entire body, her hunching slowing to an exhausted grinding. She sighed in relief, at last feeling a trickle of warmth sliding down towards her womb, his murmured words now coming into focus.
"... after two. Arceus, you really enjoyed that, didn't you?"
Ducking her head down, she wiped away his self-satisfied smirk with a fierce kiss, demanding entrance past his lips and receiving it without a fight. Belatedly, she realized she was beginning to put weight on his chest, his breath suddenly exhaling into her affections, but she hurriedly rectified the error. This wasn't the time for payback.
"Yes..." she said softly as they pulled away, her eyes half closed as she warmed in the glorious afterglow. "That was... indescribable." Murring contentedly, she shifted, already feeling his spent shaft beginning to soften. Huh... guess Tiresias had it right, she thought, feeling a silly grin creep across her muzzle against her will. "How do you manage to be up for more after that?! I feel like I'm going to conk out right here."
He giggled in a disconcertingly girlish manner, poking her accusingly in the chest even as he dropped his butt to the floor and flopped free with a wet slurp. "Easy. Because it means more of that. Besides, holding off on it means its twice as strong when it comes." Unexpectedly, he bopped her nose, waking her up from her sexual stupor with the sudden jolt. "So! That means you should apologize for complaining!" His eyes danced with mischief, even as he slowly worked his way from underneath her, hugging her chest and snugging into her mane. "If I weren't so spent myself now, I'd think up a fun way for you to say you're sorry," he purred into her ear. "Maybe later..."
"Oh no you don't," Shawn said, the warm flare of ecstasy beginning to dim, clearing her mind. "We've got a Mew to catch. Or, at least some work to do." Oh, she was never going to live this down. She'd been more demanding than Cheri had ever been! Embarrassment churned in her belly, but she forced it down, knowing that letting Cheri know would only make it far worse. It was time to fix this. First things first though.
"And where exactly do you plan on going?" Cheri asked, stretching luxuriously and reaching for the pack, beginning to rummage around for something --likely food. He too, seemed sated, again, at least for now. "She'll fix it when she wants to. You should know that by now. Might as well rest up." He glanced up at her, a passionate flame burning in his eyes. "We might even get time for another round!"
She deigned not to answer that last. "I have to explain this to the others too, somehow. At the very least, I need to get this off my face before I let the others out or, God forbid, we meet anyone."
"Why bother? It's not like it will make much difference to the smell," he commented lazily, finding a protein bar in the bag and fiddling with it. "Anyone who's not nose-blind will smell what we've been up to." He shook the snack, as if expecting it to open magically, before trying to bite the end of the wrapper off. His face twisted in disgust, and he tossed it aside with a growl of frustration.
Shawn felt herself blanch beneath her fur. "Oh crap, are you serious?"
"Yes," he growled with satisfaction. "Almost every pokémon we meet can tell I'm your mate instantly. It's so much easier than all the confusion humans have. Arceus, how do you people tell anything that's going on around you? I feel like my nose is plugged up, and everything's all... muffled." Frowning, he began rummaging in the bag for easier prey than the elusive protein bar.
"What?! But how do I hide it? We can't let-"
He cut him off with a wicked grin. "Just the smell of our juices will be dripping out of you for hours, showing the world you are mine." He sighed in bliss. "On the other hand, you really should clean up soon before most of it dries. Trust me, matted fur back there is not fun."
A blank look crept across Shawns face, before being chased away by one of consternation. "You don't mean by... Wait, can't you clean it up for me?"
"Probably, but you don't want to miss out on that. The feel of your tongue in your own slit is wonderful, and the combination of flavors... Ooo..." he shivered. "Sometimes, after a good, hard mating, it's even better than sucking on the real thing."
In spite of herself, Shawn felt her mouth watering, recalling how the piquant taste had danced across her palate. Damn you, Pavlov! I won't do it. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction! She-
Cheri was already turning away from her, victoriously stuffing his face with a handful of pokékibble.
Resignedly, she flopped onto her side, peering down her belly at the sodden mess. This would take some work... * * *
Mew reclined lightly on Shawn's sleeping chest, her pistoning tail slowing and a contented sigh drifting from her lips as her folds rippled wildly around the buried bulb. A generous dose of fluid cascaded from her milking tunnel, joining the already considerable puddle drenching Shawn's chest, a lewd slurp sending a thrill up her spine as she pulled her tail free. Watching him trade places with Cheri was easily one of the hottest things she had seen in a long time, and she really looked forward to watching the recordings again later. When he wasn't providing fresh entertainment, of course.
A shaky giggle bubbled up in her chest, her paw drifting lazily and patting Shawn's shoulder as his embarrassed and needy thrashings replayed behind her eyes. Such a cutie! Especially when he'd been burning so desperately for Cheri that he'd jumped her like a skitty on a rattata. Then of course, the look on Cheri's face when she was being pinned to the floor... priceless!
Her snicker finally broke free and rang out, making her whole body shake with uncontrolled mirth. She could barely wait to see the look Shawn's face next time they met, when she asked him how it had felt. Should she offer to give them a copy of the recordings? Nah, they won't forget this, and Cheri would never forgive me if he died of embarrassment. Don't want to push him that far until I've loosened him up a bit more.
It was time to leave now though. He'd be waking up soon, and have loads of tiresome questions. Feeling positively, deliciously wicked, she scooped up a nice pawful of their mixed juices from his thoroughly spent and sodden rod, smearing them all over his face, then leaning back to inspect her handiwork approvingly. This had been even more fun than that time with that pack of voltorbs, and hadn't even taken much effort, but eventually all good things had to come to an end.
Sighing with a mixture of contentment and disappointment, she bounced effortlessly into the air, albeit a bit unsteadily, preparing to leave, but froze mid leap as her face broke into a huge grin. It might just be possible to wring a little more fun out of him tonight. Cheri would do most of it for her. All she needed was a tiny little spell to make sure Cheri woke up horny, which was about as hard as convincing a starving Snorlax to eat. She probably didn't even need the spell, but why take chances?
A moment later, a small puff of scented air imploded over the sleeping pair, leaving peals of child-like laughter to echo off the surrounding trees. * * *
When Shawn woke, the absolutely overpowering aroma of strawberries hammered his nose, and a dull ache clamoured in his groin. Immediately, his hand shot to his crotch, and he was immensely relieved to find that, yes, he was once again a male. Although, at the moment, his recently returned masculine bits were inexplicably soaked in sticky fluids and painfully tender.
Soft, distinctly canine noises coupled with a rhythmic rustling tickled his ear, coming from Cheri's direction, but from the sounds of it, she was still sleeping. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes, though a grin tugged lightly at the corners of his mouth. Possibly imagining she was still humping him even now. Scratch that, likely still imagining herself humping him.
His hand rose to his chest, recoiling sharply as he touched a cold, gooey fluid, far more than he could account for, and, judging from the scent, had probably been a parting joke from that ever-troublesome female. His mouth twisted, as he began to choose a few choice words to rail at the floating firebrand. With a sigh, he allowed them to die unspoken. Not like it would do any good, and he didn't want to risk annoying her. She wouldn't exactly harm him, but she might manage, somehow, to come up with something even worse than this.
On the other hand, she hadn't really put them in danger with her 'gift', so maybe he did owe her a small apology. Even as the thought surfaced, he suddenly became aware of a cold and slimy sensation covering his face, and revised that opinion. Make that a very small apology. What had she been doing to manage that? Did he even want to know? If he didn't need her help so badly... Scratch that, when he didn't need her help, he was going to...
He sighed. He would probably have far too long to think of an answer.
Grumbling under his breath, he flicked his hand at the wizard light hovering near the top of the tent, raising it from a bare glimmer to a modest glow, so he could inspect just how much of a mess she'd made of him. As his eyes adjusted, he glanced to the side and saw that Cheri was indeed still sleeping, her tongue lolling out, hips bucking wildly as she humped the air above her.
From what he could tell, she seemed to still be mostly dry and not covered in Mew's sticky leavings. Once again, the smile threatened to creep onto his face. Trust Cheri to still be horny and eager after something like this. He was completely spent, and looked forward to getting some sleep as soon as he managed to clean some of this gunk off... before it started gluing the hair on sensitive body parts together.
He pushed himself up to a standing position, making a face as his hand slipped through more of the goop on his leg, smearing cold slime across his hip. Now, where had he put the soap? He'd have to be quiet about finding it too, the last thing he wanted right now was to wake up Cheri. At least, not until she spent some of that energy. Cautiously, he started to step forward over Cheri's thumping tail, but when he tried to move, his ankles hit an unyielding band of fabric. He bit back an oath as he windmilled his arms, the underwear that 'someone' had pulled down to his ankles effectively hobbling him.
Gravity won, and he crashed down heavily on his hands and knees. Although he managed to turn his awkward fall with enough grace not to land on Cheri, just the noise was enough. He rolled over and looked up just in time to see her eyes pop open, immediately fixing right on him. By the dim light of the wiz-lamp, he saw that she was gazing at him with an emerald fire in her eyes that was all too familiar, as well as the predatory grin that followed, as her eyes drifted down to his exposed crotch.
He pulled himself up to a sitting position, quickly jumping to fill the silence before she could speak her mind. "Morning gorgeous." He gestured ruefully down at his messy body, wincing as he saw that some of the muck had begun to dry. "I'm going to go out on a limb here and say we both dreamed the same thing." He could feel heat rising to his cheeks, not helped in the least by Cheri's gleaming eyes upon him.
"Oh yes," she purred, rising fluidly to her paws and padding towards him. "You mean where you were the one squirming and begging like a pup in her first heat?"
"Anyway," he ploughed on, his face feeling like it had been sunburned, "while we were dreaming away, Mew visited us and left me covered in... I don't know what," he groused. "I'm going to go clean some of this off before I go back to bed."
"Here, let me help you," she volunteered, closing in and starting to lap happily at his stomach, murring softly. "Besides," she continued between licks, "I can smell that Mew rode you several times tonight, and I want my turn." Her warm breath raised goosebumps on his skin as she snacked upon the rapidly vanishing fluids, a look of pure lust written on her face.
He winced and tried to push her away as her enthusiastic licking moved to his crotch, which was aching even more with the extra stimulation, her efforts producing nothing more than disinterested flopping. "Ah, easy dear, that's... tender right now. This isn't a good time for this. Don't worry, I'll just-" he cut off with a groan as one of her laps rolled his orbs, emphasizing their withered feeling. "Uhn... I'll just wash up outside, okay?" She easily resisted him with her newly returned weight, bulling his hands aside and giving him a seductive wink as she redoubled her efforts to coax life into his tool.
"Don't be silly. You know what it's like to feel like this. I want you now!" she protested. "I can't wait much longer." Relentless, she dove back in, opening her maw to engulf his cowering shaft.
With a yelp, he warded her away with his hands, scrambling back out of her immediate range. "Look." He ignored her pout and pointed down to his member, which was as limp as an overcooked noodle, soaked in various juices, and aching painfully from overuse. "I'm just not ready for this right now," he apologised. "Either all that stuff you did actually happened, or more likely, that strawberry bandit has been riding me all night -- with YOUR permission I might add. I'm totally worn out now, and you'll be lucky if I'm ready in the morning!"
"Then," she grinned, "it's a good thing that you promised to do it anyway." She half turned, giving her rump a wiggle with a seductive flick of her creamy tail, looking back at him. "Surely you haven't already forgotten what you promised me?"
He groaned in consternation, feeling his features settle into a pained expression, even as resignation wrapped around him. It didn't matter what the circumstances had been, a promise was a promise, and when your words defined the universe, breaking your word could be ... very bad.
Mew? If you're listening to this... You are NOT invited to my Christmas party!
He sighed heavily, for once feeling reticent about moving towards the insistent beckoning of his mate, already feeling the throbbing ache in his exhausted equipment. This was going to be a very long, painful day.