FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Calla stared at the digital board perched on the wall of the Kanto airport. Her brow furrowed, as if she could will the blinking letters and numbers into the words she needed to see. She fought to keep her propeller tails still as they buzzed with anxiety. There was no neon yellow text reading Unovan Airlines flight 8114. Castelia International Airport. Terminal 2. Gate 30. 10:37pm.

She checked her phone again. Her stomach turned like a washing machine. New aches stiffened her back and neck. Clear as day, the booking read 10:37am. The flight that was supposed to bring Calla back to her soft, cushioned bed and heated pool had left nearly eleven hours ago. She groaned and shifted her backpack to redistribute the weight across her shoulders. It suddenly weighed far too much.

Flights were busiest in the early afternoon, and now the purposeful crowds that flocked between gates were petering out. The ticket counter only had a line two long, a man with an Orange Islands t-shirt and a woman with her mightyena.

Calla shot the other pokémon a quick, judging look, and then glanced away. He looked back at her with confusion but didn’t say anything. He didn’t deserve the animosity, of course, but Calla was in a foul mood. On top of missing her flight, the day’s fun included having to go through three separate taxi drivers to find one willing to drive her to the airport unchaperoned by a human, the check-in counter attendant cooing over her and her ‘adorable little suitcase’ as if she were a child, and a condescending security guard loudly calling her representative in Unova to verify that he actually had sponsored her plane ticket, rubbing in the fact that she wasn’t able to book one on her own.

The woman at the counter was a middle-aged human with brownish hair and a sense of style from ten years before. Calla brushed down her fur and stepped forward until she stood a meter back from the desk. There, she could see past it despite her three-foot stature.

“When will your human be back from the restroom, honey?” she asked.

Calla cringed but did her best to stay polite. As much as she wanted to lash out, she swallowed the venom that threatened to spit from her mouth as if she were a seviper.

“I missed my flight. When’s the soonest I can reschedule for?” she asked. At the same time, she held out her phone with the human translation jotted neatly down on a notepad app. Text was far easier when the attendant only heard a “Buizel bui. Bui bui buizel bui,” from her. Some humans were adept at understanding pokémon speech. Calla couldn’t rely on that.

“Oh, honey! I’m so sorry. There’s a flight tomorrow at nine. Would that work for you and your human?”

Calla fumed for a moment, taking a breath to still herself before tapping furiously on the pad. This time she didn’t echo the written words with her own voice. They would certainly have reflected her frustration. “Nine in the afternoon, or nine in the morning? I don’t have a human with me. I have a remote sponsor in Unova. Here is the documentation and the number you can call to confirm.”

“Oh! Well, isn’t that just funny. Times sure do change, huh there… Calla? Isn’t that just marvelous? Trying out a trip on your own, without your human! He must be very trusting.”

Calla gritted her teeth. “Nine in the morning or nine in the afternoon?” she typed.

“Oh! Bless you, you’ve had a long day, haven’t you? Nine in the morning, dear.”

After squeezing her eyes tight and then opening them again, nothing had changed, so Calla nodded and wrote, “Change me to that flight. 9 AM to Castelia.”

“Sure, darling.” The attendant tapped away at her screen. With the whirring of machinery, a thick paper ticket inched out of her printer. Calla accepted it, then hurried away. Her shoulders ached with anxiety. She just needed to power through another day, and then everything would be over. She could be back in her home in Driftwood City, buy bread from the ponyta baker who always gave her the freshest loaves, practice harp with her human instructor who never treated her any different than his human clients, and hack away at online programs for her remote job where her aptitude with computers was the only thing about her that mattered.

At least in a hotel room she could get away from all the dogged eyes and horrible, awkward interactions. Although Calla loved seeing the sights and tasting the food of Kanto, she was more than ready to be far away from their attitudes towards pokémon that seemed to lag fifty years behind the more modern parts of the world.

The Dreams of Kanto was the only transit hotel nestled in the international terminal. It served as a tiny, overpriced place for delayed or connecting travelers to sleep without having to go back through customs and security. The rooms were cramped, but free of the blaring overhead announcements that made sleep in the chairs at the gates difficult. Gentle, golden-yellow light bathed the small, plush lobby. A set of desks cordoned off by a decorative glass wall sat opposite from a cushioned sitting area. The man at the desk counter was young with light bags under his eyes and a finger that kept tapping impatiently against the coarse wood.

“What do you mean it got declined?” demanded the man currently being served. He was tall and young with a mop of brown hair. “There’s two hundred on the card! That’s plenty for a single room.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” the man behind the counter said, clearly not at all sorry. “The card is showing a balance of fifty-two.”

“But that’s how much I had yesterday! Silph Co. was supposed to refill it. Can you like, put credit on it? Or just bill me tomorrow? They’ll definitely refill it.” Doubt had crept into his words.

“That’s not our policy. We take credit cards, but this isn’t a credit card.”

The unfortunate customer stammered, standing there at the counter as if some act of Arceus might suddenly blast more money into his card. Finally, after a pointed stare from the attendant, he took the card back, spent an awkwardly long moment struggling to slot it back into his wallet, and then went over to the lounge.

“Please be aware that we have a twenty-minute complimentary period for non-guests to use our lounge. After that, we will have to charge you. Next.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!”

Calla approached with a bleary expression. The receptionist wasn’t putting on a fake smile and cheery facade, so she was happy to avoid the charade herself. She typed up then held out, “One room, checking out tomorrow. Here are my documents. How much?” She reached up to plop her passport, ticket, and pokémon identification form onto the counter as well.

“One hundred ten, and I’ll need your human’s signature,” came the human’s flat reply.

Calla’s chest tightened. “I…” she started, then paused. “No, you fucking don’t. I have my pokémon identification papers there with the address, phone number, and passport number of my sponsor. That’s everything you fucking need! You don’t need a damn signature from some fucking human who I’m paying to sit by a phone to tell you that yes, I’m fucking traveling by myself. Yes, I fucking have every right to be here. And yes, my sponsor who I purchased is fucking okay with it!”

He stood there and stared at her, listening to her outburst of “Buis!” and “Buizels!” with a blank expression. “Ma’am,” he started, “communicate any questions you have in a comprehensible language. I need a physical human signature. We’re a private company, and it’s within our rights to request one.”

A growl rose unbidden in Calla’s throat, but she quelled it. So, the asshole understood at least some of what she said. Just like the man before her who she’d eyed with condescension, she stood sputtering for a minute before swiping her documents from the counter and storming off to the lounge.

“Please be aware that we have a twenty-minute complimentary--”

“I fucking get it!” Calla barked back.

She sat down on a couch that was more spring than cushion. The brown-haired man furiously typed at his phone an empty armchair away. She slumped against the back, which at least helped with the stress aches in her shoulders.

“What a dick, right?” he muttered, just loud enough for her to hear. “Turns out my company forgot there was a day of travel after the actual trip. They cut off my stipend yesterday. And the finance guys are out of the office and won’t be back for another eight hours.”

Calla shook her head in a mild acknowledgment. She thought about leaving it at that. She was so done with humans for the day. But she couldn’t resist an open avenue to vent at least one of her pent-up frustrations. She pulled out her phone and began to tap, but the man stopped her.

“It’s cool. Just talk to me. I’ll tell you if I didn’t get something. I’m Avi, by the way.”

“Calla,” the buizel said, tucking her phone back into the side pocket on her backpack. “And sure, fuck that guy. Stick up his ass like a damn Sudowoodo. I’ve got everything I need! I wouldn’t be in the Zekrom-damned airport if I didn’t have a valid pokémon identification form! I’ve stayed in hotels every damn night of this trip, and sure, some were jerks about it, but none of them tried to pull such a bullshit stunt on me.” Calla’s paws gesticulated wildly in frustration. Her tails furiously spun behind her.

“Woah!” Avi said with a laugh, ducking his head with an embarrassed smile. “Sorry there. I know I said I didn’t need any writing, but I guess my friends go easy on me. But I think I still got the gist.” He scratched the back of his neck. “Sorry. Geez. I can’t imagine having to get someone else to sign everything for you. Like you’re a child. Must be exhausting.”

Calla nodded. Weirdly, as Avi voiced sympathy for her feelings, her urge to vent started to fade. She shook her head. “I just want a damn room. Some peace and quiet.”

“Yeah, I get it. Me too. Shit, I’ve been up for twenty hours at this point. I want a pillow under my head and a few fleeting hours of sleep. But the check isn’t coming in until tomorrow when I’ve got my flight, and the company decided on this stupid prepaid thing rather than a credit card like any normal, sane creature would want.”

Calla sighed. She took her propeller tail into her paws and fiddled with the joint where it split into two ends. “You know… fuck, I really hate asking this. But it’s so obvious, and—”

“No! I know,” Avi butted in. “I just, I didn’t want to sound like a pervert or anything. I’ll be happy to sleep on the floor if you want me to. But it'd be great to share a room. Yeah.”

Calla’s brows could have risen right up off her face. “Uhh, I was going to suggest I pay for two rooms. You sponsor mine, and you pay me back tomorrow.”

The human’s face flushed beet red. That was one serious advantage to fur. For all the drawbacks of grooming it, fur effectively hid both the blush tinging her own cheeks and the heat burning her ears.

After her initial embarrassment, she wanted to snicker at the horror on Avi’s face. It wasn’t any sort of disgust, which she very much appreciated—she saw plenty of that regarding human and pokémon relationships in less-progressive media. Instead, his face was frozen with the dread of waiting to learn just how badly he fucked up.

Though, as she thought about it, his idea really wasn’t that bad. The guy had been friendly. They were both exhausted. Her bank account was running in the red after all the hoops she had to go to for the trip. It wouldn’t hurt to save some money and let this guy crash on her floor. Plus, with her pokémon abilities, she wasn’t worried about him trying something untoward.

“Wow. I don’t know why I didn’t think of that first, I just—uh,” Avi stammered. “Two rooms of course. That’s fine. I’ll pay you back tomorrow and—”

“Hey, look, I could definitely stand for a cheap room after all those Kanto prices. You can spend the night with me. You’ve got enough on that card for dinner, right? I’m no expert on human rituals, but from what I hear, you shouldn’t just sleep with a lady without buying her dinner first,” she said, grinning as his face flushed even redder. Her own heart beat a little faster.

“Oh. I uh. I didn’t—Wow, I mean,”

“On the floor.”

“Fuck. Right. Sweet Shaymin, sorry.”

Calla grinned and said, “So, are we getting out of here or what?”

***

After Avi signed for the room and Calla paid for it, she led the man out into the well-lit, nearly empty hallway of the Saffron International Airport. She tucked the room’s keycard in her pouch and began the hunt for a restaurant that was still open. Unfortunately, that list was limited to several dimly-lit refrigerated kiosks with prepackaged sandwiches and salads sold by bleary-eyed cashiers, three fast food joints, and a cafe whose terrible coffee Calla already had the displeasure of experiencing.

“Tacos are romantic, right?” Avi asked with a grin. He seemed to have gotten ahold of himself after his initial nervousness wore off. “Romance is a very important part of that exotic, human ritual you were so curious about.”

“Now, this romance of yours, doesn’t it usually include a bottle of wine?”

“Lucky you, I snagged this at the duty-free store earlier,” the man said, shuffling his backpack around to retrieving a bottle of sparkling wine sealed in a plastic bag. “Now, I know girls like a bad boy, and let me tell you—it’s tax fraud to open this here before I get to my destination!” With a waggle of his eyebrows, he dug his fingers into the plastic and, with way more difficulty that Calla thought it should take, stretched the plastic until it tore. He hoisted out the bottle and unwrapped the foil around its neck.

“Every girl’s dream date,” Calla said, laughing into her paw. “Cheap tacos and bubbly.”

The pop echoed through the late-night corridors. A man startled at his terminal, then turned back to his book. Wispy mist rose from the bottle. Avi tilted it to pour into two disposable plastic cups. The first flimsy cup toppled right over, splashing onto Calla’s fur.

Avi immediately tilted the bottle back up. He jumped up. “Oh! Oh shit, I’m sorry, Calla. I forget how light these damn things are! Do you need to—”

“Change?” Calla asked, interrupting him. She laughed as she retrieved a handkerchief from her pouch. “What fur color do you think would look good on me? Maybe instead of orange, I’ll put on a blue fur coat? Or one of those rare gold colors!”

“That uh, that was pretty dumb, wasn’t it?” Avi said with a nervous laugh. “So… do you need to wash out that fur or something? I hope it’s not too much of a pain to deal with! I’d hate to try and get that stuff out of my hair.”

“Don’t worry about it! And hey, I wear clothes sometimes. Kanto folks just give me weird looks about it. So, whatever. I just go naked around here. Fur hides most everything important.” The handkerchief dabbed up most of the small spill, though she patted down the bit that had pooled on the table with a napkin. “Liquids don’t stick well to my fur. It probably only got on the outermost bit, and that’ll be easy to rinse out later. But now.” Calla stood the cup back up and steadied it between her paws. “I need some damn wine.”

Avi poured her glass of wine, and then carefully filled his own cup. They ate their tacos, which tasted of salt, freezer-burned cabbage, and mystery meat, and talked about Avi’s job at Silph Co. where he studied the physics behind ghost typed pokémon. He chatted excitedly about the difference in composition between pokémon such as sableye and the more gaseous gastly. As much as he tried to dumb it down for her non-physicist mind, most of it flew over her head.

Calla, in turn, talked about her own job. She’d recently worked with a company building a website for pokémon speech recognition training for humans. She carefully broached some of the challenges of attending meetings that were dominated by humans. Then, as Avi commiserated with her, she waxed on about the weird treatment she received even when the company naturally attracted people who wanted to communicate effectively with pokémon.

By the time the conversation had died down, Calla was shocked to find that almost two hours had passed. The tacos had been reduced to crumbs long ago, and the poor sparkling wine was hopelessly flat. But Calla was happy, with a flush hidden by the fur of her cheeks and the feeling that she could keep talking to this man for hours more. They capped the sorrowful remains of the sparking wine with plastic from the torn duty-free bag, a rubber band, and plans to finish it off right before their flights. Then made their way back to the transit hotel just a few gates away.

The hotel room was tiny. Calla immediately felt bad about asking the man to sleep on the floor. He was over twice her size. The twin-sized bed was grand and spacious for her, but even it would barely fit him comfortably. Next to the bed was less than two feet of floor width, and the length was cut off by a nightstand on one side. At least the luggage shelf on the other side was raised, so his feet could slip underneath.

Calla helped lay the spare blankets onto the floor. With the pillow set up for him, it didn’t look terribly bad, but Avi still had to bend his knees up and head slightly down to fit in the small space.

They took turns freshening up at the communal washroom down the hall. Calla thought about a shower but decided she’d rather wash up in the morning for her flight. So, she returned to tuck herself into the covers and then splay herself out on the comfortable mattress. Avi contorted himself to fit in his makeshift floor bed.

“Do you mind if I turn off the lights now, Calla?” he asked.

“Sure.”

Avi twisted himself up into a squat, and then stood. He flicked off the lights. Just a dim blue glow from the switch remained. The sounds of him shuffling back down in the darkness ratcheted up the guilt twisting Calla’s gut.

As fucking angry as she was about humans in general right now, Avi was a really cool and thoughtful dude. He was nice to talk to, smart, respectful, and best of all, he treated her like a real person, not some talking cartoon pet. He didn’t deserve to wake up cramping, his back sore, just in time for an uncomfortable flight squished into a too-small airplane seat.

“Get the fuck up here, Avi,” Calla said.

The shuffling stopped. Silence continued for half a dozen heartbeats. “What?” he finally asked. He sounded nervous.

“You don’t need to sleep on the floor. Just get into bed with me. It’s fine.”

“You aren’t going to sleep on the floor, then?” he asked.

Calla considered it. There was plenty of space down there for a person of her small stature. But… Sweet Shaymin was this bed so damn soft and nice after such a long day. “No. Is that a problem?”

“I uh…” he hesitated. Then, the mattress strained as the man’s weight tugged at its springs. “No, I don’t mind. Do you mind? I just, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

His hand found her side, then shifted just behind her back so he could lower himself down. Calla, of course, was right in the middle of the bed. She scooted forward to offer him space. “You’re not going to make me uncomfortable. It’s fine.”

Finally, the covers tugged down enough for Avi to awkwardly shift himself underneath. As soon as his legs were in, Calla realized just how little space there was for the two of them. Calla didn’t like sleeping up against the edge of beds. She preferred to sleep towards the center. However, even tucked tightly against the sheets on the far third of the bed, Avi’s left shoulder dug into her arm.

Of course, the human had to be as cramped as she was, if not more so. His tense arm made it obvious that he was trying hard not to move. Calla figured that the guy was horrified at the chance he’d do something inappropriate by shifting. Or maybe he just didn’t want to stretch his luck.

“Sardines in a can, huh?” Avi joked with a strained laugh. His shoulder twitched.

Calla sighed. “Are you a cuddler?”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“When you sleep. Do you cuddle things, people, whoever?”

“I… yeah, I guess I do. I’ll do my best, though! I can try and curl towards the side. Maybe if we untucked the sheets more it’d be easier? I worry I might slip out of the bed, though…”

“Would you have an easier time…” Calla hesitated, trying to figure out what to say that wouldn’t sound so leading. Then, she realized her hesitation only made the implication worse. She was very glad that her fiery blush was well-hidden. “Spooning me?”

“Oh—” Avi said through a sharp intake of breath. “I just, uh, I wouldn’t have thought that—”

“Look, dude,” Calla said, cutting him off. “I want you comfortable. I’ll like it. You’ll like it. No fucking harm in it.”

“But aren’t you—"

“I’m not worried about you trying anything,” Calla said flatly. “Not only are you the last boy I’d expect to get handsy, but even if you did make a move, I could beat the shit out of you with one paw tied behind my back.”

Slowly, the warm mass of human behind her shifted. Calla sighed in relief, moving back from the tight pressure where the covers met the mattress. The human’s arm wrapped around her side, pulling her against the bunched-up fabric of his t-shirt. Smooth skin tickled the fur of her lower back. His fingers nestled in the fur under her neck as his elbow rested over her hip. Warmth radiated from him.

“I uh, to be clear,” Avi started. His voice vibrated through the pillow. He audibly swallowed. “I’d never try anything with you. Not in a million years.”

For some reason, that sort of hurt. Calla’s chest tightened. “I… just humans for you, huh?”

“No! I mean, I really like you. I mean, if we matched on Tinder or something, then for sure, uh—” Avi stopped. He swallowed again. He shifted his hips so that her rear pressed against his thigh instead of his crotch.

Calla’s heart pounded. She hoped he couldn’t feel her beating heart with the hand that cuddled up around her chest. Because she could certainly feel his own hammering heart against her back.

“You’re attracted to pokémon?” she asked slowly. Not to make sure he understood her ‘buis’, but to ensure that she herself didn’t say anything stupid. She realized with a furious blush that he’d tilted his hips away for precisely that reason.

A pause. “Yeah.”

Calla shivered. The heat from her cheeks flushed through the rest of her body. She focused hard to keep her tails from involuntarily buzzing. When she opened her muzzle, she couldn’t help but ask in a quiet voice, “I’m making you hard?”

A longer pause. “Yeah.”

Before she fully realized the words that were coming out of her mouth, Calla said, “You can be handsy if you want.”

“You’re… not going to beat me up with one paw tied behind your back?” He only half sounded like he was joking.

Calla shivered. Her tails fluttered with her nerves. Was she really going to do this? Fuck a man she’d met hours before? And a human? She’d been so frustrated with humans and their thickheadedness this whole trip. She’d nearly lost her mind at all the obnoxious ignorance in the airport alone.

But Avi was understanding. He was cautious and considerate, and she could tell that he meant it. He acted so genuinely interested in her life and her job. He even enjoyed her dry sense of humor. Most importantly, when he looked at her, she could tell that he saw a person.

“Not if you aren’t into that,” she said with a weak chuckle. Avi chuckled too. Warmth blossomed inside her chest to wash away some of her nerves.

The man’s hand shifted through the fur of her belly. It was so big, so warm. She’d had sex with a few pokémon outside her egg group before, mostly furred ones, and was used to the way a paw would hang over her side as the pokémon bucked into position or how she’d duck underneath a scaly belly to nuzzle into a male’s musky cockslit. A human’s smooth skin was so warm and intimate with how it parted fur while sliding down her belly. The way his clothed chest pressed to her back was reminiscent of a fur coat acting as a layer of separation.

“Take off your shirt.” Calla said. She then paused, feeling a bit odd about giving the poor man orders. He’d been pushed around plenty that night. “Please?”

Avi paused, but then his hand left her chest and shuffled with his clothing. Her skin felt cold without that hand against her fur. Sudden longing washed through her. He hadn’t even really touched her yet. Not anywhere that counted.

The buizel regretted her decision only until the warmth of Avi’s bare chest pressed against her. Then she shuddered, reveling in the warmth, the feeling of such intimate connection with his body. His hand returned, this time lower.

Fingers shifted over her belly, through her fur. For a moment, Calla wondered what he wanted. Then, with a jolt of desire that caused her tails to thwap thwap against the tightly tucked sheets, she realized he was hunting for her nipples. The thick, water-resistant buizel fur could make that difficult, especially in the dark.

Her shoulder ached a little from the awkward angle as she shifted her paw from underneath her, but she tried not to make any noise that would give her discomfort away—nothing that could ruin this moment and dissuade the gentle giant from exploring her body. She settled her paw carefully over his fingers, guiding them to her uppermost row of teats.

A shiver of excitement arced her back as his fingers dug through her smooth, thick coat and closed around a nipple. A squeaking gasp escaped her maw. She shifted her hips and realized just how wet she was for him.

His fingers were so smooth, so unlike a pokémon’s paw pads. They tugged gently at her teat, wriggling through the fur around it, feeling out the shape of her tits.

“Are you sure this is alright?” Avi asked quietly. His fingers delved down towards warmth and thinner fur. They stopped at her second row of nipples. This time he found the little nubs more easily, without any help from Calla. Still, her paw rested on top of his hand, as if guiding him. Her other paw hugged around the human’s forearm.

“If I wanted you to stop, I’d tell you,” Calla stated. She bit her lip, trying hard not to let a whine pierce her voice as Avi teased another nipple. She hesitated. Were those flat words too harsh for the poor guy? He seemed rather self-conscious. “I want you to continue. I don’t normally do one-night stands. I don’t know why. I just met you, but… you’re a good human. You make me feel like a woman.”

“Sweet Shaymin, Calla, that’s so kind of you,” Avi started. His arm squeezed around her, and Calla welcomed the pressure and heat as she was pressed between his arm and shirtless belly. “You’re such a smart and pretty woman. You have this air of confidence and defiance that I wish I could pull off. I’m honestly still kind of shocked that you, well, that we’re doing this. I’m so lucky to have this chance with you.”

Something about the words, or maybe the way Avi said them, stoked the need already burning in Calla’s loins. Fuck, she was so wet already.

Calla pushed at his hand again, guiding it farther down between her legs. Finally, his fingers rested over her folds. Every slight shift made her want to squirm in intense anticipation.

“Don’t talk about yourself like that,” she said through a sharp exhalation of breath. “I’ve met so many asshole humans. I’m honestly fucking sick of you all right now. I was walking through the terminal wishing I never had to see one of your flat, furless faces for another year. You made such an impression that now I’m practically begging to have your cock inside me.”

“Oh,” Avi said. Calla felt his shiver. His fingers parted her folds. She gasped at the flurry of sensations—cool air, sensitive skin tingling pleasurably under soft fingers, the gut-clenching need for him to swirl those fingers over her clit as they lazily traveled their own path. His fingers paused. “I uh, don’t have protection.”

Calla twisted to push her muzzle up against the edge of his chin, the closest she could manage to his ear. “I’m a fucking pokémon, Avi,” she whispered. “Unless something is seriously wrong, you’re not giving me eggs.”

“Oh. Right. Sorry,” he said awkwardly. His fingers swirled around Calla’s pussy. She shuddered, twitching from the little needling twinges of pleasure. The pleasure grew intense as his fingers drifted over her clit. “I’ve… never had sex with a pokémon before.”

Calla paused before honestly responding, “I’ve never had sex with a human.”

“Really?”

“And exactly what is that supposed to mean?” Calla asked, the human unable to see the shit-eating grin on her maw.

His fingers froze. “I just! I mean, you seem so experienced, and worldly, and you know—” He paused again. His fingers shifted down along Calla’s soaked folds. Another hesitation. “You’re fucking with me again, aren’t you?”

Calla laughed. “You learn quick, boy. You’re sweet, though. Good save.”

“You’re such a dick,” Avi said, chuckling as well.

The buizel’s hips ground backwards against his crotch. She moaned as his fingers lingered over her clit again, arching her body and jolting her with pleasure.

“Fuck, Avi,” she gasped. “Please! I might be a dick, but I need yours so damned bad.”

“After teasing me like that?” Avi asked, mischief in his voice. “I can’t tell if you really want it, or you’re just fucking with me again.”

“Fine!” Calla gasped. Despite her burning need, she couldn’t help but grin at his mutual teasing. His fingers returned to squeezing and rubbing over her labia and folds, exploring every inch of her sensitive pussy. “I’ll beg for it, is that what you want? I want it so bad, Avi. I’m so damn hot for you. I want your huge human cock to pound me like a toy. Do you want me to pretend you’re my trainer? Please, trainer, please fill my little buizel pussy with your cum!”

Silence stretched on. Calla was caught between a pride at how off-guard she’d caught the man and worry that she’d gone too far. But then, her back arched with a gasp as a finger curled forward to dig deep inside her. A pleasurable throb echoed up her core. Her tails thwapped repeatedly up against the sheets. His finger felt so huge—how in the world could she fit his cock?

“I’m not going to pretend to be your trainer,” Avi breathed into her ear as his finger curled inside her. She gasped as his fingers dragged against her walls. “But I’m gonna make you fucking work for it. You want my cock, Calla? Get down there between my legs, dig it out and lather me up so I’m good and ready for you.”

“Shit, Avi,” Calla whined.

“Was that… too much?” the man asked, quieter and less certain.

Calla wriggled her hips around his finger, grinding the digit into her body. “Fuck no! That was so hot. You tell me how much you want this pokémon to suck your cock, Avi. You do that and I’ll give you an extra special tongue bath.” Calla paused, her heart pounding in excitement. Her face burned with heat. Avi’s finger kept curling wonderfully inside her. “If… you turn the lights on too. Shit, I’ve never seen a human cock in real life.”

Avi chuckled nervously. Though one finger stayed inside her pussy, the tensing of his arm and his slight shuffling back and forth told her that his other hand sought out the light switch.

With a click, the tiny room was once again flush with light. Calla blinked, her eyes adjusting again. She turned to look at Avi. A beet red flush lit his cheeks. He was staring down at her as well. After an awkward, wordless moment, the human wrapped his free arm back around her front. He tilted his head down over her own head, peering down her front.

“Oh,” Calla realized with a laugh. Her voice dropped into a husky drawl. “You want to see a buizel’s pussy too, don’t you? You’re getting a good feel for it down there? I bet you’re trying to imagine what it looks like. The pink, furless skin, my puffy folds, my dripping wet arousal?” Calla nuzzled up against the crook of his neck as she teased him, her voice rumbling with each sensual, ‘buizel, bui~’.

“I uh, that’d be nice—”

“No, Avi. That doesn’t sound like you want it.”

Calla felt Avi’s shiver which delighted her. “Show me your pussy, Calla. Spread it open for me!”

She nuzzled her head up around the side of his neck and winked at him. “Once I’m face to face with your cock, big boy, you can spread my pussy however you like.”

Calla twisted around in the covers. Well, she tried to. The tucked sheets had too little space to just slip under in a smooth motion, so she ended up scrambling through several attempts. She muttered a sheepish “Sorry,” as her shoulder dug into Avi’s belly. The buizel shivered as his finger slipped out of her in the commotion.

There, under the sheets, Calla faced down plaid, buttoned boxers. They were tented worse than the bedsheets. A wet patch as wide around as Calla’s paw soaked the peak of that tent.

Calla greedily hooked her paws into the waistband, and then pushed the human’s boxers down to his knees, which was as far as she could reach. A hefty penis sprung out as the band snapped past the tip. A drip of precum fell from the glistening, uncircumcised cock tip. It left a little damp circle in the sheets. That was the only drop Calla planned to let escape.

She leaned in to kiss the thick tip. Salty precum clung to her lips and mixed with her saliva. It tasted slightly sweet. Bitter too, but Calla liked bitter. And she loved the musky flavor. It made her wild with desire.

As if on cue, Calla’s felt her folds tugged apart. She trembled. A finger delved in, dragging a loop around her pussy until it came up to wriggle over her hooded clit. She squirmed, gripping the base of the man’s cock to hold herself steady. That elicited an audible groan.

“Fuck, Calla. You’re so hot.” A second finger pressed into her pussy and curled inside her. A dull aching pleasure beat through her body. The first finger rubbed at her clit and jolted her with an intense pleasure that spiked over top of that growing beat. “Suck my human cock. Fill that sexy muzzle of yours.”

Calla didn’t need to be told twice. Cheeks burning with desire, she carefully parted her maw to ease it over Avi’s thick penis. She winced each time her teeth brushed against the skin. He was far larger than the pokémon cocks she’d given blowjobs to before. For a moment, she questioned whether the thick ridge of his head would even fit in her mouth. But, after a careful bob that stretched her aching jaw, she managed to slip it in.

Her tongue curled forward, teasing underneath the man’s foreskin. He tensed and shivered, squeezing his legs tight together. Calla knew she was pushing his buttons. Carefully she suckled at the tip of his cock and massaged his glans with her tongue. Her paw stroked along his shaft. Avi moaned. His finger froze inside her for a moment before remembering to move again. He then returned the favor with an extra intense rub of her clit that elicited a squeal around his shaft.

Calla’s other paw ventured down to the man’s hefty sack. It looked so different from pokémon balls, the skin more wrinkled with thin, wiry hair instead of fur. Her paw explored it, groping at the testicles with gentle squeezes. The sack was too large to fit in her palm, but she rested what she could in her small paw and rolled his balls around. Avi groaned. His fingers wriggled over Calla’s pussy in reciprocity, flooding her with warmth.

The buizel took that as an indication to continue and kneaded his balls. Her paw stroked his shaft while she did her best to bob his too-large cock in her small maw, tongue wriggling around his foreskin to pick up as much of his flavor as she could—and for the twitches and wriggles it teased out of him.

Calla pulled her mouth off him with a pop. “We can finish this later, but your cock is nice and lathered up. And my pussy is soaking wet for you,” she purred. “Time for you to make good on that deal of yours.”

There was a pause. Hesitantly, Avi asked, “Are you sure that’s a good idea? You’re just so much smaller and—”

“I can take it, Avi, don’t worry,” she said, soothingly stroking that throbbing cock in front of her face. This time, there was no teasing in her voice, just reassurance. She licked up a bead of precum from his tip. Avi groaned. “If it’s too much, I’ll tell you to stop.”

Despite that, he didn’t answer for another few seconds. “Alright. Don’t stay quiet for my sake, though,” he said.

Calla wriggled her way up through the sheets again. They had loosened somewhat the first time she’d flipped around in them. “You just worry about yourself, Avi,” Calla said, meeting the human’s eyes as her head surfaced from underneath the covers. Warmth rushed up to her cheeks. “I’ve got me taken care of.”

“You do, I’m sure. I’m just nervous. I can’t say I’ve ever had sex with a woman your size before. Just let me know if you need me to do something different!”

Calla nodded. She squirmed her way up from the sheets so she could press her muzzle against his mouth. It was so soft and smooth, an alien experience from kissing another muzzle. His lips were prominent, and they spread around hers to a warm, wet mouth. Her tongue met his.

Avi’s hand stroked her back and squeezed the base of her tail. Calla cupped the man’s cheek, curling her digits over the warm skin. He tickled her tails, and a shiver ran through her. Avi traced the length of her spine up from the tail, parting her fur the wrong way. It tingled delightfully. Her tails struggled to spin, futilely buzzing and thumping hard against the sheets.

The kiss broke. Calla felt that there should have been a trail of saliva like in all the movies. It was a damn good kiss, and it deserved a picturesque ending. However, Avi’s clear delight made up for it.

Calla groaned, pressing her body to his. “Fuck me, Avi.”

“Your wish is my command, Calla.” Firm, strong hands shifted the buizel down along Avi’s body. His erect, spit-soaked cock prodded against her thigh. However, it was prodding far too high with them laying belly to belly. Avi tilted, angling that warm shaft downwards. It dragged through her fur. Calla shivered, feeling the wetness of his tip streak over her fur. She liked that.

Avi shifted himself tilting downwards, trying to line himself up with her warm, lightly furred folds. His tip pressed snug against them. Calla reached down to help him out, spreading her labia. Though she felt the warmth of his tip line up with her wet pussy, Avi’s shifting wasn’t doing all that much. They wriggled and squirmed together for half a minute before Avi finally said. “I uh, I think maybe you’re a bit too small for this. The angle isn’t quite right.”

Calla chuckled. “Then get on top of me and ride me, boy,” she said.

Avi was quick to comply. He gripped the obstinately tucked sheets and finally forced them down, leaving them over her feet. He climbed over top of her, kneeling with a leg on either side. She gazed up at his naked torso, the thick human cock erect between his legs, his hefty sack dangling underneath.

“Fuck, this is hot,” she said.

The thick length pressed against her folds again. Tingling anticipation danced over her skin. The pressure pushed apart her soaked labia with ease. Avi ground his cock between her pussy lips. The dragging motion over her clit made her squirm. It felt so damn good.

She gazed down over her slim belly. The underside of his shaft glistened with her arousal. His cock slicked easily between her folds.

“Sweet Arceus, Avi, put it in!” Calla said, unable to keep a whine out of her voice.

Avi ground his hips down again, this time only until his cock tip ducked down against the entrance to Calla’s needy pussy. He pushed forward. She groaned.

It hurt at first. Calla wasn’t surprised by that. He was the largest male she’d ever taken, after all. She bit her lip to hide her wince. It only took a few seconds of powering through, watching up at the human’s cute wide eyes and open mouth. Then the pain faded to a dull enough throb that the crashing waves of pleasure took over, the incredible sense of being so full of his thick human cock.

“You doing okay, Calla?” he asked. “You made a face.”

“I’m fine! Fuck, that feels good. You’re so damn big, Avi!” she said. “Keep going, and don’t you dare stop until those balls are slapping against my tailhole!”

She squirmed as Avi drew back and thrust forward again. A rush of pleasure washed over her like the tide on a beach. It drew steadily away, and then rushed back in force as Avi’s cock pounded deeper into her body.

“Oh shit, I don’t know how long I can last. You’re so fucking tight!” Avi said with a moan.

“Don’t you dare cum until you’ve hilted me!” Calla shot back. A powerful thrust cracked her words with a sharp squeak. She shivered. Her body was flush with pleasure and desire. “That’s more like it. Fuck!”

Avi’s thrusting grew regular, which meant that Calla’s pleasure shifted from the unpredictable rushes of exhilaration to a steadier, rising thrum of throbbing, full ecstasy building inside her.

She gritted her teeth, shuddering as another wave overtook her. She already felt so full—how deep could he possibly go? Peering down, Calla was shocked to see a third of Avi’s cock still outside of her.

“Every fucking inch!” she grunted, clenching her hips tightly around the human.

Avi opened his mouth as if he wanted to object, but wisely closed it. He drew back and then hammered into Calla. She squealed; a rush of pleasure mixed with a biting undercurrent of pain flushed through her. But she didn’t care about the pain. Under the doubled over blanket, her tails buzzed hard with her pleasure, struggling to free themselves.

The next thrust was even more intense. Her whole body shook. Her eyes widened. The sensation reverberated through her with such force that she couldn’t tell whether it was supposed to feel painful or good. She was impossibly full, every centimeter of space inside her tight passage stuffed with thick human cock.

A buzzing wave of prickling, numbing pleasure washed over Calla as Avi’s cock drew back out of her. And then back in with force. And this time she felt it. She saw white for a moment. Her ears rang. The dull throb of pleasure drummed louder and louder within her.

His fuzzy ball hair tickled her pussy lips. She squirmed, speared on his cock, overwhelmed with the intensity of the sensations. Fuck, this was good. Any bigger, and there was no chance Avi would have fit inside her. She moaned, gazing up at the human. His own mouth hung open as he panted like a pokémon.

Her back arched as Avi pounded his cock inside of her. His balls slapped against her tailhole. The room reeked of sex, and behind the buzzing intensity, Calla heard the squelching slaps of that over-sized shaft thrusting into her soaking wet passage. She groaned. Every muscle in her body was tense, positioned to make every single thrust of that wonderful human cock perfect for her.

Then her orgasm hit. Her tails broke free of the blankets and spun so hard she worried the air pressure would drag her right out from underneath her lover. Calla squealed like there were no one else in the airport at all. Avi had the glance embarrassed at the door.

Through the electrifying pleasure, Calla bit her lip and managed through an intense moan, “If you want me to shut up, fucking kiss me!”

Avi complied. His lips pushed against her warm snout. Calla’s tongue wasted no time in forcing entry past his lips. They were met with a warm reception. Avi’s eyes gazed into hers as she rode out her orgasm, shaking and moaning into his mouth. His cock continued pumping inside her with explosions of sensation. Everything in that moment was so right.

Even as the overwhelming lightning bolts of pleasure faded into a warm, tingling static, Avi’s thrusting grew erratic. He broke their kiss only to moan, “Calla, how did you get even tighter?” Then, his lips mashed passionately back against her muzzle.

He didn’t draw his hips back again. He held them firm against her own, smaller hips. A nipple sparked with pleasure as fingers gently squeezed it. His cock pulsed inside her. He trembled. Then, warmth rushed deep into her body. She shuddered, focusing on that sensation, on every twitch and throb of the massive human penis cumming inside her.

Calla broke the kiss this time, lustful desire in her eyes as she cooed, “Pull out, Avi, splatter it all over my face, over my tits.”

He wasted no time. Calla gazed up at the lean, naked human looming over her. His cock glistened, soaked with her juices. Cum jetted out as he stroked his length. Hot wet semen splattered over her cheek and down the side of her face and neck. A shiver ran down her spine. The tangy, musky odor of cum overpowered her senses.

She held her muzzle open so a jet of his cum landed right over her tongue. As ropes of semen continued to splatter over her face and chest, she closed her maw and savored the flavor. His seed was salty and tangy, with a hint of bitterness underneath it all. Most of all, though, it tasted like him, like his wonderful, masculine, human scent.

As Avi’s orgasm died down, Calla leaned in to nuzzle his throbbing cock, smearing the last vestiges of cum that dribbled down his shaft onto her cheek. She offered a gentle lick right over his tip, and then opened her muzzle to let him inside. She tasted herself on him.

Then, she leaned back on the sheets again, basking in the cum Avi had drenched her with. His cock slipped out of her muzzle as she moved. Her eyes lovingly met his. A flutter of butterfrees exploded in Calla’s chest.

“Sorry,” Avi said, clearly eying the mess he made of her fur. “So uh, are you going to go wash, then?”

“Fuck no. Not until morning. Not until you finish this painting you started on me.” A coy grin stretched her muzzle. A sticky trail of cum stretched out between her lips. “Shouldn’t take more than another two, three passes, don’t you think?”

Avi grinned right back at her. He collapsed next to her on top of the rumpled sheets. “An extra few never hurts—just to make sure I get all the details right.”

His fingers slipped through a smear of cum on her belly and down over her pussy lips. A shudder ran through her body, reigniting her pleasure. He spread her pussy and dipped his fingers inside. Cum leaked out past his fingers, through her fur, pooling at her tailhole.

“Ready for round two?” Calla asked, raising a brow. “I thought males usually took longer.

Avi’s voice rumbled playfully, “Not when they’re stuck next to a sexy, cum-soaked buizel.”

***

In the morning, every inch of Calla’s fur that wasn’t slick with fresh, musky human cum was stuck together with cum that had dried after their multiple bouts of lovemaking before they’d drifted off to sleep. Her heart pounded as she sneaked out into the hotel hallway. If any pokémon were around, they’d smell the reek of human sex on her from as far as the reception desk. Hell, if anyone happened to see here, there wouldn’t be any mistaking the thick fluid dribbling all over her face, tits, and down from her well-stuffed pussy.

The shower was wonderful and warm. Calla meticulously shampoo’d and conditioned her fur with the aquatic fur products she’d packed. Even still, she smelled that earthy, tangy odor of semen underneath the floral overtones when she stuffed her snout into her fur.

Of course… she didn’t mind that so much. As long as a canine pokémon didn’t sit next to her flight. But a human nose would never pick out the faint smell of cum past her shampoo. And Calla herself didn’t truly want it gone. If it weren’t for propriety, she’d have flown back with her fur slimy and drenched in Avi’s spunk.

After cleaning, she returned to the hotel room to collect her belongings. The stench of their many, many bouts of intense sex hit her full force. For a moment, embarrassment crept in over the thought that the hotel staff would know she’d fucked this human. But she forced that feeling away. Fuck those assholes. They deserved to deal with that knowledge. Avi was the only one in this damn airport who had seen the person behind her fur and pokémon speech. Yeah, she fucked him, and she wasn’t ashamed of it. She would happily do so again.

As they walked back to the reception desk, her mind was busy sorting through clever comebacks that would smugly hint at their taboo tryst. However, the jerk who had given them so much trouble the night before was gone. A different employee manned the desk. This one barely spared Avi and Calla a glance when checking them out. A lump stuck in Calla’s throat, but she wasn’t sure why.

The terminal halls bustled with preparation for morning flights. Humans and pokémon moved with brisk purpose towards gates, restaurants, shops, and restrooms. Her heart skipped as a houndoom passing next to her took an extra sniff, raised a brow, and then purposefully continued on his way.

She felt almost alone again, a single pokémon pushing to keep her head above the water in a chaotic, crashing sea. But Avi was also there, a buoy who centered her.

And then he said, “Alight! This is your gate, then? I uh—Calla…” He blushed, his eyes not meeting her own as he struggled for words.

“What’s your number?” Calla asked. Her heart skipped. It felt wrong, swapping phone numbers with this ostensible one-night stand. He was just a human she’d fucked to make up for the frustration of everything, after all. But… he was so kind and sweet. He treated her with respect and found her funny and smart and charming when so many humans just saw her as an abrasive pokémon acting out of place.

Avi told her his number, and Calla immediately saved it into her phone. She typed, This is Calla, into her texting app. Then after a moment of the awkward silence as the two stood there, she nervously added a heart emoji onto the end. She sent it.

Avi’s phone buzzed. He looked at it, then down at her. Calla glanced up, then back at her phone. Her cheeks flushed. Her own phone buzzed.

Would it be too forward to kiss you goodbye? Another heart emoji was tacked on the end.

Calla’s stomach flipped. Her face was burning now with embarrassment. She felt bad for the poor man having to show off his own beet red cheeks without any fur to hide them. She glanced around at the people around her. Could she really? She wanted to.

The whole trip had gotten under her skin. Humans treating her as a pet wandering around without a master. But fuck them. Fuck them all. If they couldn’t handle watching her kiss Avi, that was their problem. This human was wonderful. And she didn’t know when, if ever, she’d get to see him again. She was allowed happiness on her trip, and the feelings of other backwards humans wouldn’t stop her.

You fucking better, Calla texted back. She hesitated a moment, and then added another heart and send that as well.

Avi knelt, leaned in, and the two of them kissed, lips to muzzle. There were stares and words just loud enough to be overheard, but Calla didn’t care.

“Come visit Unova,” Calla said out loud, meeting Avi’s eyes with a steely determination and pounding heart. “Soon. I want to see you again.”

“I will. You bet I will,” he promised.

The loudspeakers blared their announcement that Unovan Airlines flight 5314 to Castelia was now boarding in gate 14. Panic surged through Calla. The other flight was gate 30. Why had she assumed it would be the same gate? Shit.

“Fuck, I’ve gotta run,” she said. She pressed forward for another brief kiss on his lips. Her heart fluttered. “I’ll see you around.”

“I—you as well, Calla! Have a safe flight!”

The buizel rushed away from Avi, her whole body burning with heat as she raced to her gate.

She made with some time to spare. She hefted her backpack inside, got help from a flight attendant to stow it above the seat after retrieving a book, and then settled down into her window seat. Luckily, a human sat next to her, no canine pokémon that might puzzle out what she’d been up to last night.

But if they did, Calla realized, she wouldn’t care. She wanted to scream out about their tryst, about how wonderful he made her feel, about the butterfree fluttering in her chest when he kissed her, when he gazed lovingly down at her. She wanted to tell everyone that he’d promised to come see her! That this wasn’t the end. That she’d meet him again. She wanted to believe that herself.

As the plane crept towards its runway, she texted Avi, About to take off.

Barely ten seconds passed before her phone buzzed with, Hope they have good movies! I got stuck watching a Kanto soap opera on the flight out.

Calla’s heart filled with warmth. I brought books to read! I’ve got all I need to keep me occupied. Turning off my phone. Talk soon!

She sent another heart emoji. Before she turned her phone off, another heart came through from Avi’s end. She shivered and hugged her phone to her fuzzy chest.

Calla gazed out the airplane window, watching the airport shrink below her, Avi growing farther and farther away. Her fingers itched to turn the phone back on and text him, as if she needed to remind herself that he was still real, that he still wanted to talk to her.

He was. And he did. She knew that. For all the frustration and annoyance that had come out of the trip, she’d also made an incredible connection. She didn’t know what would come of it, if she’d ever see him again, but that night with him was worth a hundred missed flights.