FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Commission for SpaceSmilodon aka CanadianBacon by BRNQuil,

Started 24/03/2014; finished 05/04/2014 @ 0325H.

M/F Persian x Flareon; redistribute as you please. Not suitable for kids or androids. Vanilla 18+!

|||A Mountain of Trouble XXX: Distractions|||

Kenogami was quiet again, but the good mood lingered.

A fresh wind had kept company with the village for a long few days, leaving the sky clear of clouds, and coaxing trees into their perpetual slow dance. In the morning heat, soft sunlight filtered through shifting leaves, often casting a pretty glow on the pink-flowered Cheri blossoms and the village's residents. The scent of distant maple carried itself on the air.

Despite the relaxing beauty, only one villager was outside to enjoy the beautiful views - or so she thought. Although the breeze was refreshing and warm, her fluffy tail bounced from side to side, tapping the dusty floor with a slow, unsteady rhythm. Uneasiness occasionally crossed her furrowed and thoughtful brow, creasing her golden-red fur as it shimmered in the sunlight.

Angie - a young, female flareon of tender age and sweeter disposition - sat just a few paces off the porch of the Moonlighters rescue team's base, watching the sky as the sun gently rose against the distant trees. Her teal scarf rested unfurled around the crook of a fencepost next to her, fluttering silently in the light wind.

She had woken herself up early today, far earlier than any of her teammates. Everyone had been celebrating over the last few days, since Stuart and Thomas had finally brought home a rare and missing ingredient to a powerful potion brew. Many sick Pokemon had suffered an illness' deathly affects, and the plague had nearly brought a wandering tribe of ancient Mamoswine to their end; but now - well, that was all over. The potion had cured everyone...

The flareon sighed. Even if the nightmare was over, her thoughts were still reeling. The largest member of their Rescue team "Team Moonlighters", Dusty the zebstrika, had been one of the Pokemon suffering from the illness - and she still remembered the fear on Dusty's face, and the burning fever beneath his fur...

She shivered, falling out of her thoughtful trance - and suddenly flinched, realising that she was no longer alone. Thomas - the third member of the Moonlighters rescue team - sat beside her, nonchalantly licking at his forepaw.

"T-Thomas!" she stammered. "You should have said something. I didn't know you were awake."

"My apologies," he purred, "but you look so charming while you're in thought." He turned to grin down at her, the red jewel in his forehead glinting in the young sunlight as he smiled. The larger persian's fur was immaculately smooth, showing off his lithe feline body beneath the fur. "I didn't really want to disturb you."

His thin tail rose upwards, swishing playfully behind him. "But you looked a bit too deep in thought today, little Angie, and you're awake terribly early. So..." he shrugged, "I came out here to check on you."

Angie returned the smile, meeting the feline's green eyes, before looking away again into the distance. "That's... thanks, Tom. I'm a little worried about Dusty, that's all."

"Oh? But he's healthier than ever before; bouncing everywhere, crashing into everyone." A quiet, rumbling laugh escaped his feline muzzle. "The illness is definitely gone."

"Well," she began, catching on her breath. "I know he's fine, and I'm glad that he's happy. But right now, you know, Thomas? Just a few days ago... what happened was really scary, and I wonder if he'll change, or be less confident, or..."

"I guess I'm really worried about the future. For him, and all of us. What if this illness comes back, but it's one of you or Stuart, and we can't go get the flower again?" She sighed, her ears drooping lower against her head "What if the flower dies out, or the Abomasnow who guard it don't let us--"

Thomas quietly stepped forward, tucking his paw underneath her own muzzle - and pressed softly against her golden and furry scruff, gently closing her maw. The move was so sudden and so personal that words failed in her throat - and the tip of Thomas' claw grazed against the flesh of her throat with soft and tender pressure, making tiny, shivering bolts of sensation flourish across her neck.

He leaned in, whispering against her ear - small bursts of warm breath rolling across her fur as he spoke.

"You don't need to worry about him... he's fine, and we're all home. So, 'now' is all that matters."

Each word tingled against her soft, crimson ears...

But, just like that, it was over.

Thomas' paw drew slowly back from her quivering neck as he sat back down onto his haunches, staring away into the distance at the same trees which she could no longer focus on.

Angie's tail bounced upwards, resting against her back, as the two Pokemon sat in silence together. She didn't dare to move, not willing to let the tingling feeling in her neck recede - and Thomas sat quietly with her, gracefully inert except for his tail, which twitched against the floor.

Finally, he spoke again - the persian's voice rumbling in the morning breeze.

"You've got a lot on your mind... I think you need to relax, and I know the perfect place. Come on, and follow me."

--

They padded gently through the town of Kenogami, passing silently by the resident's tents and through the deserted market stands. The occasional Pokemon looked out at them, from behind fences and through windows, but the two Moonlighters continued on.

The town's river bubbled quietly under a bridge as they crossed over into the forested lands north of the town's main boundaries; crisp grass sprung under their paws as they padded further and further. Thomas' tail swished high above his body, and Angie padded behind him watching it twitch - easily keeping pace with the male's slow, confident steps.

A kilometre passed this way, and the sun began to rise higher in the sky, but the two of them stayed quiet. Birdsong - trilling Pidgeotto, and the rarer sounds of Rufflet - danced on the breeze. The forest was thin here, and the sunlight began to filter through the leaves, splashing against the ground. Yet still, they travelled further, and further - until finally, the trees parted at the crest of a small slope, and Angie saw Kenogami's great lake spread out below her for miles, as Thomas turned to grin at her between the trees at the very edge of the forest.

"We're here," he nodded at the view, inviting her closer. "I promised you a great view, didn't I?"

She padded closer and sat aside the persian, staring down at the glimmering, gold-lit water.

The sun sparkled off the gentle waves that rolled across it, and from the distant viewpoint, she could pick out some Braviary gracefully churning the air as they searched for a meal below.

The view took her breath away.

"It's... stunning," she smiled. "I haven't been to the lake in a long time."

"I come here every so often. It's a great place to be alone."

"Then, why did you bring me here?"

"Well," he chuckled. "It's also a great place for shady banking deals. And - well, just to talk."

She glanced up with a needling stare at the first joke, but softened quickly as Thomas coyly grinned, quietly stepping behind her.

Angie turned back to the beautiful view, letting the sound of silence relax her. She could hear very few things - just the far-off sound of waves from the western sea, the occasional caw of a Braviary, and the rustling sound of Thomas shifting around against the soft, peated dirt.

"What are you doing back there, Tom?", she asked, not taking her eyes off one particularly graceful Braviary, as the bird drifted slowly on the warm, morning air.

"Didn't I tell you not to worry so much? You'll see," he laughed.

"So mysterious," she giggled, looking back at him as her tail flicked from side to side.

"I'm just enjoying the view," he purred, glancing over her. "You should too."

As she smiled and looked back to gaze over the lake, the persian shuffled some more -- and she suddenly felt his weight press against her.

"Just give me a second, little Angie. I have a surprise for you."

"Huh?", she flinched, feeling his hindquarters tuck against her, straddling against her own hinds. "What are you-?"

Suddenly, Thomas' paws pressed down into the crook below her forelimbs, pressing firmly into the tense muscles across the sides of her chest. Sliding smoothly down her supple body, his warm paws caressed her flesh, massaging into her tired body.

Her muzzle dropped open against the ground as her neck relaxed - her forepaws instinctively clenching at the grass. Tom's paws circled randomly across the sides of her body - slowly dipping lower along her, pressing into the seat of her hindquarters - skimming against the soft and sensitive flesh between her hinds, arousing a shiver which rippled through her body.

Angie mewled quietly, as the massaging paws drove deep through her fur.

"There's no way you got enough sleep last night, Angie. Were you awake the whole night?" he asked. "You're tense all over."

"I..." she gasped, "What? Oh... No, not the whole night..." Thomas' paws dove beneath her fur, massaging deeply into soft and sensitive parts of her body...

"You're speechless, already?"

Angie shook her head, blinking. The cat's large paws were electrifying as they massaged into her fur, pressing firmly into her muscles before slipping back and away, gliding up or down her body...

"Just... a little lower, Thomas? You're doing great."

"Oh, thank you - your highness."

She licked her lips - holding back her instinctive purring which kept cutting off her words. How could Thomas be so smooth and chatty?

"I-is this what you meant by 'getting something off my mind'?"

"Well, I hope the treat is relaxing, but really, doing things for the team -" Thomas' paws suddenly dipped firmly beneath her, firmly gliding along her toned abdominals beneath her fuzzy, soft belly-fur, "- is just something I learned from Stuart."

"Oh-!..." she panted, before blinking herself back into composure. The pleasant touch circled her stomach, inviting warm sensations to churn pleasantly in her belly; her ears flickered against her head, as her thighs spread softly against the ground to keep Thomas' weight steady.

She licked her lips anxiously, eyes closing as the big cat continued his pleasant massage.

"Y-you learned how to massage from Stuart?"

"Haha, no, not quite..." The persian's soft voice rumbled quietly above her, as if enjoying a joke. "But he said being in a team is about sharing your skills to help each other out. I liked it."

Angie wriggled her body, letting her eyes close as the sun finally crested the treetops, filtering warmly down onto them both.

"Then... thanks for sharing, Tom... this is exactly what I needed." She paused as his smooth pawpad ran against her belly once more, wondering whether to speak up. He was dipping slightly lower down her body than she expected... the tips of his soft and furry paws were sinking into the softer flesh below her navel.

She shuddered, gasping, as without a warning Thomas' paw found the slight bulge of her mound, sliding gently along the sensitive flesh between her lips... a squeal in disbelief formed in her throat and her hips bucked slightly upwards as he suddenly drew away once more, sliding his paws back up to her firmer belly.

Still shocked, she masked the squeal - pretending to turn it into a sneeze.

His hindquarters shuffled forwards against her haunches as her hips rose, keeping her in place there.

Was that an accident?, she thought, flicking her ears. She tried not to panic as his feline paws stayed low on her belly, hovering against her soft navel. It was probably an accident...

"B... but, be a little more gentle, Tom?" Angie murmured, her ears pressing back against her head. He shuffled above her.

"Gentle?"

His quiet chuckle rumbled through his body, rippling through her body from where their haunches sat side-by-side. The flareon's ears perked upwards as the larger Persian laughed - and abruptly, she felt Thomas' smooth-furred belly press warmly into the deep fur of her back. His forepaws slid down her body - and on meeting her forearms, they slid even further, until his paws were suddenly heavily resting on top of her own.

With his muzzle close to the back of her head, he whispered once more into her soft, gold-furred ears... his voice was dark - and tinged with a rough, persuasive edge.

"Keep your hinds spread just like that..."

"What..?"

And then, she felt him.

Thomas pushed his hips forwards to meet hers, pressing the warmth of his body against her haunches. Something thick grazed between her hindlegs, larger than his tail and far warmer than the rest of him --

"Thomas!", she yelped. His forepaws pushed down harder on hers, his hindlegs locked her even tighter in place; she shook, trying to push back and away and break off from him - "No!"

-- and froze as his teeth raked against the back of her softly-furred neck, clenching loosely around the stem of her backbone. A silent breath broke from her gasping maw. Thomas was in control...

... she stayed frozen beneath him as his bite loosened, parting from her neck.

"Relax, Angie. You need some time off from caring for those two..." he purred. "Let me take care of you."

Once more, his body shifted - arching backwards as his hindlegs found their mark, sinking even closer to her raised behind. The tapered and warm tip of the persian's shaft slid between the folds of her mound, slowly slipping further between her lips; but the feline refused to push deeper inside her.

His shaft simply rested against her mound, his tip pressing gently against her belly. Angie's maw hung open in silence, tail frozen against her back - was this really happening-? What..?

Leisurely, Thomas pressed himself against her sensitive folds - gliding back and forth against her with an achingly slow rhythm. She could feel his pawpads effortlessly push back and forth against the ground against her own, smaller, unmoving hinds - and with his greater size, she felt him push higher against her, as her slender lips began to envelop his shaft. Tingling sparks rippled across her navel, draining her strength - her hindquarters started to weaken, and her head drooped down. Why were her panting breaths suddenly so ragged..? Why wasn't she fighting back harder?

How was he this... good?

Suddenly, the tingling that was flowing through her erupted into a storm of pleasure of as his resting shaft gyrated further along her slowly-spreading lips. The tapered tip of his warm length rode against her most hidden secret - meeting the small, extremely sensitive bump that was concealed in the folds of her flesh. Her ears flattened back against her neck, and a rippling gasp forced out of her own throat. Her hindlegs quivered; she could feel slick juices threatening to drip further down the sides of her thigh...

"T-thomas..", she mewled uselessly. How are you doing this to me..?

Thomas' tail swished above his back, flicking with a victorious flair. Beneath him, with the precision of his feline eyes, he could see the way her body was threatening to quiver and shake; tiny tremors rippled through her fur. A grin broke across his muzzle as Angie's lithe frame - which had once tried to suddenly force him off her - began to give in to him. The tension that had flooded through her when he first pushed himself against her had ebbed away, leaking from her in the same way that warm and slick drops of her sweet fluids had begun to kiss against his shaft.

His whispering voice hid the faintest ghost of humour, as if he was still enjoying his private joke. "You said 'no' earlier, right..?"

All these things betrayed how she really felt to him. Thomas knew what she wanted... it was written in her body language, and worst of all, she knew that he knew.

He slid backwards, gliding his forepaws up her thin forearms and tenderly rolling the soft pawpads across the breast of her chest before he squeezed again at her belly, coaxing her closer to him.

And suddenly, finally, he forced himself forwards against her, driving the tip of his length fully between her lips. She spread tightly around him - her silken liquids spreading across her fur and against his thickening shaft as he delved inside her. Angie's maw broke open once more as she panted into the ground, her forepaws shuddering, struggling to hold her own weight under the final, forbidden pleasure of Thomas' entry - a whimpering gasp, louder than it should have been, coaxed its own way out of her muzzle.

Between the lightning pleasure that ground through her as her body squeezed against Thomas' length, Angie quivered again, all four of her legs threatening to collapse beneath her. The weight and warmth of his belly and hips as they pressed against her own was hard to handle; he was both agile and strong, and the firm muscle that rippled in him beneath his fur was now pressed against her - warm and teasing... she cried out for more.

He chuckled yet again, purring. "All that whimpering and you're only halfway there."

Anticipation ran through her like exotic ice, teasing with cold fire. His firm paws supported her belly, even though she wanted to collapse; her hinds were raised up for him, meeting his own as his shaft rested inside her. The view of the lake, estranged and exotic, suddenly sparkled in her vision, as the sun broke through a thin cloud from above... a burst of warmth ran over the two Pokemon, shimmering through their fur.

"T-thomas...", she whimpered again - before mewling even quieter. "More..?"

From above her, a satisfied noise huffed from the persian's muzzle.

"Best noise you've made all morning..."

And suddenly, he drove himself inside her. With a single and smooth deep thrust his body slammed to hers; she faintly heard the smack of his hips against her own as her body suddenly overwhelmed with wracking, rippling heat - the cat's entire thick and tapered length driving against her satin walls, slick with her own juice -- the girthy base of his shaft stretching her desperate lips.

It was heaven and hell. Her forearms collapsed in front of her as his paws supported the back of her body, and she whined out into the sunlit air - a wail of true pleasure that simply tore from her own throat. With no control, she surrendered to him - and as suddenly as he had pushed into her, he pulled away, raking the tips of his claws through her abdomen as his paws sought out and grasped at the slender curves of her hindlegs, holding her close to him.

The cat began to move back and forth, drilling down into her with a rough but steady pace. Each time, he pulled and tugged her against himself - leaning closer and closer, further over her body with his own, until his grunting maw was inches from the back of her neck, his hot breaths rolling against her with each incredible thrust...

Scenes ripped through her imagination, and her paws grasped at the grassy ground. With nearly every single hump, she felt the hardened tip of his length spread her in some new way, touching some new and sensitive spot inside her; a secret itch that only he could scratch, forcing a new and loud whimper or whine from her. Her eyes were closed tight, a blush furious on her face; what if the other two found out, or saw her and Thomas..?

The persian's paws tucked closer against her body, grazing her along the ruffled and messy fur that had been slickened by her own wetness. At the tip of her mound, just inches from his thrusting length and his exploring paws, her clit ached for attention; the building peak inside her was a hammering tension. And still, without end, Thomas' furious pace seemed to stay fast and strong - the only hint of his own hilting pleasure was the grunts that started to eke from his muzzle as it hung above her own, becoming rougher and heavier as her body milked him for more.

His hindlegs shook against hers, and his forepaw slipped down to her lips, circling against the slim bulge hiding inside. Angie shuddered; her maw hanging wide open in silent and breathless pleasure as she gave in to his control. The electric sensation flooding through her from the touch against her sensitive bud built up, and up...

... Thomas gentle paw kept circling slowly as his hips pressed against hers, each thrust of his body demanding to break the tension that was stoked within her - and suddenly, it worked.

She squealed - and her peak hit. The orgasm collapsed around her, flowing in waves with every squeeze of her entrance against Thomas' humping length. His body shook - she heard him gasp - and suddenly she felt herself squeeze ever tighter against him as his thrusts suddenly broke rhythm, his hips forcing deeper than ever against her own.

With her self-control gone, she cried out; the scream of her peak ringing out across the lake.

The two Pokemon shook against each other as Thomas' grip relaxed, easing her to the floor, his weight resting heavily on top of her. She felt his length throb and pulse inside her once, twice, more...

Every shift of his body triggered a new chain of feelings that slowly, slowly faded. His quiet, panting breaths made unsteady rhythm with her own ragged gasps - and suddenly the two of them collapsed into the grass at the top of the lake-side slope.

Angie blinked slowly; from underneath his body, her paw stretched out, grasping at a single, tall blade of grass. The sun sparkled down on them; she gathered her breath, slowly recovering.

Thomas' paw gently slunk under her belly, cuddling her closer to him.

Far away, a braviary screamed a loud, echoing caw.

The flareon's body continued to shake and shudder as she curled her tail around the persian's back, wrapping loosely around the base of his long, still tail.

His tongue ran affectionately across her neck, marking the spots where his teeth had gripped at her scruff beforehand with a tingling sensation.

The two Moonlighters lay there for a while, eventually falling sideways to rest against each other in the sunlight.

"Y-you know, you're not allowed to tell them about this," she panted, watching the birds turn and spiral above the lake.

"I wouldn't ever, Angie."

"Promise me?"

The persian quietly chuckled, paw squeezing against her tired breast.