Complications
#3 of Above All Odds
Here's chapter 3! Only took me forever and a half to get this done. Again, no editor or spellcheck or grammarcheck or anythingcheck. One day, but not today. Anyhow, Like/Fav/Comment. I need some motivation to get this going. Also, did I miss any tags?
Fan-fiction disclaimer. Pokemon is not mine. There's adult content.
Above All Odds Chatper 3 Complications
After Storm and Emily cleaned up and were presentable, Mark gathered them up and lead them off to the storage room. He looked for the one that was linked to a key he found in his pocket and when he opened it, he found his supplies. It turns out that the first time he wound up here someone had check in his stuff. It was a good distance away from where it was dropped, though. His eyebrows knit together as he pondered it for a moment before brushing it from his mind. His last thoughts were to worry his girls as the last couple of days had been quite a bit rough. Everything was already changing and he knew it was going to go down a long, hopefully pleasurable road.
Mark Gathered his supplies, finding nothing missing except a pair of his underware, and threw on his backpack before closing the door behind him and found Flara standing right behind him. He quickly kissed her, fully aware that she was trying to startle him and easily turned the tables as his avian gave him a little squak noise in return. She pulled back while her feathers ruffled very slightly in embarressment. He smiled as he thought of just how cute and expressive her face could be. The Blaziken recovered and stole her own backpack off the back of his. It was smaller and could attach to the loarger backpack, but heavy since it carried their food. Flara had recently taken to the habbit of carrying it herself since she enjoyed the chance to help him. He smiled at her and lead them on out the building with no one noticing him as Flara had requested.
Flara looked like she was on eggshells and Emily took notice. Before she could speak, the bird threw her a glare that could cut glass. The rabbit knew full well that was out of character for her and held her tongue. An apologetic look crept across her soft features as she caught up with Mark and simply held his hand. It was something she sometimes did when she felt scared or insecure. Flara felt uneasy at first until Mark pulled her close and said something about the crowds not being as bad and that they would be fine. A feeling of relief swept through her as she thought about how to tell eveyone about her discovery... Or if she even should yet. Mark asked about the call and she had simply asked to be given time to think it over more and Mark readily gave it to her.
Once outside, the party of four made their way into the wilderness on a path north. They moved quickly so they could avoid being recognized. They were looking for a long lost city from ancient times that was a very, very far ways away. Mark thought that there could be evidence as to what he was and how he could better control himself. He was hoping that the Charizard was nearby and would meet them soon. True enough, it only took them until they were out of sight of civilization before he heard the sound of large beating wings.
"Hold up, girls." He said cautiously as the reddish orange dragon came into view. It landed a good distance away to give them a slight sense of security. It called out in poketongue for a moment and Storm answered in kind. The fire-type approached slowly with its face downcast in a partially submissive way. It continued speaking for a moment before Storm nodded. She turned to face Mark, having placed herself between them. Mark smiled as he tried to figure out if she was either being protective or possesive.
"She wishes to join us. She says that after seeing our battle it became clear to her that we were going to be getting into plenty of adventures." The absol translated. The dragon continued again for a moment. When she stopped, she waited paciently for Storm to translate it. "She says that she's tired of being so bored and needs a little fun before she decides to settle. I think she should prove herself, Master." She added the last part with a bit of her own personality to the tone. He mused at the slightly aggressive and almost sadistic way she said it. He was further surprised by the way the dragon seemed to squirm. "She's a much lower level than any of us." Storm continued before Mark shushed her with a finger pressed to her lips.
"How far could you fly with me on your back?" He asked, looking the dragon in the eye. She spoke a single tone.
"Far." Storm translated. The dragon lifted her head enough for him to see her mouth and she smirked at him.
"Ah, a character already. Wait till I rub off on you." He said to her with a warm smile and unintended message. He got one in return as he looked to his girls. "Well, being here for two days got us really far behind. I think you guys are gonna have to go in the balls until our new dragon friend gets tired. We'll all take a leg streching break when that happens and eat lunch somewhere around midday." Mark told them. Flara and Emily looked at him for a minute before simply nodding. He called them in to the two he pulled off his belt. Flara had one that had a black top with very carefully engraved flames around the rim. They weren't colored anything other than a gold below the black paint and they only extended half an inch past the rim but it gave it a simplistic elegance that suited her. Emily had a ball with a pearly blue top, as per her request since she didn't want to be too flashy. He picked out Storm's ball and pet her head lightly.
"You know that thing makes me feel woozy. Don't leave me in there too long." She started to kiss him for the road before the charizard inturrupted them. Mark was about to get mad before Storm put one of her toes on his mouth like he had since he was leaning down far enough. The dragon said what he gather was a good bit of words before Storm translated. "She says that if it's just you, she could fly until the sun sets. She knows humans need a lunch so she can carry me too because she'll have the break." The absol said with a hint of fear in her voice. A look from Mark made her sigh. "Heights..." She whispered with a bit of a tremble.
"That sounds like fun." Mark replied, getting wide eyes from his Absol. He pet her head comfortingly. The Charizard turned her back to them and crouched really low so they could get on. Mark did first and hooked his legs just in front of her wings right below the shoulder. She shifted him up so he'd sit on her muscles like he was an exercise band and told Storm to sit right in front of him. With a smirk, the Charizard added that it would be easiest for her if the Absol was as close to him as possible and that he would lean against her back. Storm conveyed the message as she climed up onto the dragon. She shifted a little below them before standing. Thankfully she was a bit bigger then some of her kind and barely noticed the two bodies clinging to her. With one hard beat of her wings and a leap with her legs, they were airborn. Storm pushed back into Mark and he simply put and arm around her while holding on to the side of the charizard's neck with the other.
Mark couldn't help but smile as he held her tightly. She was always a good sized pokemon and in this position, his face was at perfect height on her to bury into her neck. He smiled and pressed his nose against the side of her neck right above the thicker fur and took a deep breath. She smelled nothing at all like a dog. To him, it was a dark feminine musk hidded behind the scent of whatever soap she used when Emily and her cleaned up. The natural part of it was very alluring and he couldn't help but breath it in deeply again as he enjoyed the closeness.
Storm shivered a little the first time and shuddered noticeably the second. It excited her a little but it felt more intimate than arousing. She smiled and leaned flat against the charizar's neck, bringing Mark with her to be as aerodynamic as possible. They felt the dragon increase her speed a little and Storm got surprisingly comfortable. Mark felt much the same with thick muslces of the dragon's wings practically massaging his butt and the comfortable Absol to lean on. His weight made her fear of heights practically vanish as she closed her eyes and rested her chin on the Charizard's neck. She changed her mind about heights and started to secretly hope that they were always going to travel like this.
The trip covered what Mark knew was easily ten times the distance than they would have on foot. They had only stopped for lunch and when he let his other two girls out, they started grilling them on the flight and why Storm was riding with them. It was only a short stop, though, and Mark knew they were already a good distance into their journey. He smiled as he looked at his surroundings and thanked Rachel, the charizard whom he'd gotten to know while riding her here. She thanked him back through Storm since he needed a while longer to learn her aura. They stood on a very large outcropping half way up a very tall mountain. They had a very large area on the small platue to explore but they were more concered with sleep since they had eaten dinner immedietly after touchdown. Mark, however, was more concerned with the view.
The young man looked out over a valley below them with facination and a peaceful smile. It was a slurry of a beautiful greens that rose and fell with the treetops. A shining blue stream winding below the mountain cut a swirving path through the trees and reflected the falling sun. He could see several types of pokemon going about their business in this expanse of wild that no human had yet to conquer. The sides of the mountains had the same trees, thinning slowly as they rose before giving way to black rock three quarters up their slopes. The tallest of them were capped with white snow and cut through the light overhead clouds. The sides teemed with life that had made its home in the cracks and ledges, fully adapted to life high above the ground. A breeze blew across the valley and rippled the trees like water before coming up the mountain he was on before washing yellowish white pollen around his legs and blowing his hair out of his face. He laughed a little as he realized just how long it had gotten. It had been a year since he got it cut and soon enough it would be long enough to cut it like Storm's.
A tug on his black t-shirt drew his attention away from the sights and his hair. He turned to see his Absol pulling at his shirt lightly as she wagged her bladed tail happily. An almost overwhelming sensation started filling him as he noticed just how brightly her crimson eyes were sparkling up at him with what he was certain was love. She purred and spoke in a sensual voice, "C'mon Master. My heat is bothering me again and I need a little... Help." She told him as she drew a circle on the ground with a claw. The Absol turned around and swayed her hips side to side as she displayed her dripping pussy. Mark took note that the swelling from before was going down substantially.
"Only if you promise to let me know if you Ever need that itch scratched..." Mark replied with a devilish smile and an amusing tone. She cooed softly in response and lowered her chest a little and raise her rear to tease jim. She lewedly reached a paw back and carefully rubbed her aching sex. He couldn't help but give her a soft growl and start moving towards her. Noticing his intent, she jumped away and giggled playfully before displaying herself again. "Oh, a tease are you?" He asked as he put his hands on his hips.
"Well of course. I want my man to mate me properly tonight." Storm replied. They both noticed the specific word she used. Mark also took notice that her forepaws seemed a little smaller and noticeably longer. Her body was also gaining an hourglass look to it from behind rather than the typical canine build. Her pussy had even retracted a little. The dexterity she showed made his mind start to wander towards the truth unknowingly.
"Storm, you look... Different." Mark said quietly enough so only she would hear it. He walked up to her and crouched down to take her forepaw in hand. Her went blank as she tried to feign innocence.
"I-I uh, I..." She began before Mark pressed a finger to her lips. Her heart sank as he splayed her toes and ran his fingers along each of them. She shivered very lightly as Mark's touch was so delicate that it was beginning to tickle a little. His eyebrows met and his mouth pulled to one side in an expression she's come to think of as his Thinking Face. Storm couldn't help but relax and let him examine her as he started running his fingers down her sides with gentle pressure. She stood up and placed her paws on his shoulders and pulled close to him as he stood. His hazel eyes captured her and she forgot about the hands roaming her. A smile crept across her face as her eyes slowly closed. She exhaled slowly and placed her head on his chest. "I think I'm changing to be more like you. Because we're so close..." She replied as she thought about it lightly, taking a guess.
"I don't understand..." Mark said with a mixure of amazement and confusion. She couldn't help but slowly nuzzle the side of his neck and inhale his scent. It made her body tremble a little as she felt something inside of her shift a little and her breathing started becoming deeper and slower than before. He started to panic a little since she couldn't stop it and his body showed it.
"It's okay," She began as she pulled back and looked into his eyes with a worried yet assuring smile. "I Want to be more like you."
Mark felt a mixture of fear, fascination, curiousity, and overwhelming happiness. His lover was changing and becoming a more human-like by the second and she was happy with it because it meant she would be more like him. Flara had come over as soon she noticed Storm's figure changing. Before Mark could say something, Storm pressed her lips hard against his and drew him into a very firey kiss. She stole his tongue and sucked at him eagerly as he came to notice the taste of her mouth had changed. It had become far more subtle with hints of the Absol spice that he had come to crave. Her lips also started to move with new dexterity as she locked them with his fully for the first time. Something inside him was assuring him that everything was fine as he pulled her close, too captured by the moment to think any further. Her body felt hotter than usual against him as she purred in the back of her throat as he rubbed her back. He could feel her torso slowly widening out as her shoulders started to spread and her sternum pulled closer to her spine.
Storm felt her body shifting in what she thought was some type of evolution into a new human form. It felt very uncomfortable but it didn't hurt, so she couldn't care less. Every bone and muscle in her was changing and rearranging. A sudden pang of fear struck her for a moment as she realized just how much her life was about to change, but at the same time, something in her heart told her she would be okay. Choosing to believe it because of who Mark is to her, she relaxed into the transformation and kissed her lover ever deeper. The way he returned the kiss sealed her resolve.
Flara watched on in disbelief as Storm become more and more human. Her legs started straigtening out more as her hips seemed to adjust and fill out for a bipedal feminine frame. Then they grew a bit longer so she was only a few inches shorter than him. Her muzzle pulled back a little and it seemed that more complex muscles were stringing themselves together to give her a wider, more human range of expression. Her eyebrows pulled up a little in concentration, nearly touching the jewel on her forehead as she gave their trainer everything she had. The Blaziken could only gasp lightly in shock as her forepaws suddenly lengthened a little and thinned out. Slowly the toes opened up and became human fingers. The fur didn't fall away at all and merely seemed to get shorter and thicker as she raised one to his cheek. The black pads had stayed but they seemed flat against her hand and far softer by appearance.
The texture of a velvet soft hand caressing his cheek made Mark pull away. He gasped in shock as what stood before him was no longer the same Absol he knew. Her feet had stayed digigrade and her paws were still canine, though larger, and were retaining some of her original structure even though she seemed perfectly balanced. Her face still had a short muzzle but her body was that of a late teenage or early twenties woman. Somehow she had even developed breasts. They were easily a c-cup and fit her figure perfectly. Her hips had flared a little and her abs suddenly had very human muscular structure with a swimmers tone. He watched as she started looking herself over and couldn't even move. A shiver ran up his spine in a very arousing way as she gently cupped one of her new boobs and she moaned softly, very surprised at how sensitive it had to be. She looked up at him and fear swallowed her eyes.
"M-Master, I'm..." Storm whimpered softly as she look him in the eye. Her body felt so strange and foreign to her but familiar at the same time. She know how to work her new fingers and wasn't having a problem standing, but she wasn't herself anymore. A feeling in her heart comforted her as she felt she had only become something more. But at the same time, she was afraid. Mark's face was one of shock and nearly fearful itself. She cast her gaze down and to the side in shame as the idea that he didn't like it gripped her mind like a vice. It was chased out as his soft hand took her chin and pulled her face to his before kissing her very softly. Her heart stopped for the few seconds he held her still with his lips.
"Beautiful." Mark whispered softly as he pulled her against him and wrapped his arms around her. His chin rested on her neck as she hugged him tightly and finally started to smile. It felt strange, but perfect. His lips pressed against her neck and she felt it on her skin easily as the darker fur had become shorter and far softer.
"Oh, Mark..." She cooed as she pressed up against Mark. The harndess in his pants made her purr again, though softer and quieter. Flara coughed loudly and drew the gaze of the two lovers.
"Um..." Flara started as she raised a finger in the air. She nervously looked at Emily. The rabbit's mouth was hanging open and she had long ago dropped the wood she was carrying. Rachel had a very blank expression on and the thought of her blowing a fuse made the avian relax enough to speak. "I called Professor Oak. I started to notice that we were all beginning to carry human-like traits. He said that my DNA changed to mirror some aspects of yours, Master." She explained. Mark reeled
"But, why did I change first?" Storm interjected with concern.
"Because you've shared a bed with Master for the past year. Besides that, you were also the first to give yourself to Master. Im sure the last part is why you started to change so rapidly." Flara responded.
"Wait, hold on." Mark started, still not letting go of Storm. "Are any of you in danger?" He asked with genuine conern in his voice. Storm made a squeaking noise as her eyes started crossing from how hard Mark was squeezing her. A bap on the back of his head from her hand made him loosen up. Her eyes narrowed on him a little before softening as she looked at Flara.
"He didn't say..." Flara answered as she closed her hands together and stared at them for a minute. When she looked up, Mark's eyes made her feel a little better. They were soft on her in a way of appreciation. "I don't think so, though. He would have said something if there was a problem." She continued before Mark scoffed a little.
"Yes, because we all know how good he is about 'heads-up' info." Storm replied with worry etched into forced sarcasm. Flara audibly sighed before Emily suddenly piped up.
"S-Storm... You're so... Human..." She practically gasped out, apparently unaware of the majority of the conversation. Mark let her go for a minute to step back and look her over head to toe. Her face had gotten much more expressive. Her muzzle had curved more and lost its hard edges, giving her face a far softer appearance, and had pulled back more. It was still accented by the small jewel in her forehead. Two little black tips poked out of her head fur and she brushed it to the side to reveal strangly elf-like ears. They were human in size but a bit more narrow with harder backing like a canine's. She looked at him and his eyes met hers. They were still a deep crimson but the iris' had black slivers running from the edges to her pupils instead of the solid color of a pokemon. She started blushing and looked away, still insecure with herself.
Mark took in her body next. Her entire upper body belonged on Jessica Rabbit. Narrow but soft shoulders lead to lightly toned arms and her new breasts. The thick maine of fur around her neck had thinned out to nearly nothing except a very short layer of white fur that came up to the base of her neck. It gave way to a proportionate neck with extremely short fur on her dusk colored skin while her mane had retracted to resemble the opening to a luxurious dress. Her chest had filled out nicely as her hourglass figure was accented by her shifting her weight to one leg instintively. Her hips carried the oh-so-perfect shape of slight roundness with obvious feminine pose. Her knees bent back to shins that remained digigrade and very primal yet graceful. She stood just fine and balanced.
"Storm, please turn around. I want to see your back." Mark said and instantly gasped as she turned. Her butt was a perfect upside down heart when she kept her legs closed. A slight bit of pink was just barely visible under her deliciously full rear. He bit the sides of his index finder as she gently waved it back and forth with her blade-like tail fanning her scent into the air. Her back looked flawlessly hand crafted and graceful but it ended on a rear that would bring a tear to a man's eye.
"Oooooh, girl has got it going On!" Rachel jeered. It was enough to get her to look over her shoulder at everyone admiring her new body. Mark was too hypnotized by her butt that he didn't notice the grin that slowly spread across her face. Her ego was back to normal and she planned to prove to the other females present why she was the Alpha. She turned around slowly and started walking towards Mark with a heavy sway in her hips. Her hands dragged over her hips, up her sides, and around her chest in a way to slowly take his gaze to her eyes. They were half-lidded and fluttered lightly as she let her headfur slip over one eye. She trailed her hands back down her body slowly.
"Maaaarrrrrrrk..." She purred as she came within arm's reach. He shivered from her words as his eyes drifted to the slightly visible pink of her new sex. He could see the moisture on her already.
"You sound so hot when you say my name..." He whispered hotly into her ear as he pulled her close. His lips met hers as she gently gripped his chest and pressed against him. She purred into it as his hands started exploring her new body. Before he let himself get any more worked up, he suddenly picked her up and walked right off towards the campsite and their tent. It was an impressive size and allowed him room enought to manuver without bumping her when he turned to close it. "I want them to hear you." He said with a mixture of need and dominance. The visible shiver that went through her body immediately made the shorts he had on get very uncomfortable.
"Oh, Mark... Take me." Storm said in the most sensual voice she could muster as she laid back across his bedroll with her legs open. She marveled at the softness of her own hand as she spread open her now very humanistic pussy. Little beads of shining moisture gave her feminine pedals an inviting appearance as Mark quickly slipped out of his cloths. His pants and boxers were gone in a flash but he got a little caught up in his shirt. He started cursing until a pair of gently caressing hands started running down his sides. They returned to his chest after stopping on his hips. He felt a deliberate slowness as she started tracing her strange fingers over his body. Her paw pads had become a velvet smooth skin while a very fine fur covered most of her fingers and the entirey of the backs. Her claws had become smaller and blunted signifigantly but he soon felt very fine points dragging lines over his toned stomach.
Mark couldn't help but laugh as she lightened her touch so much that it tickled him. It took him a couple of seconds, but he got out of his tangled shirt only to be captured by a set of very articulated lips. They locked onto his and drew him forward as she pulled back, bringing him down onto his hands above her. He carefully licked her lips and she insantly pulled him in. Her taste was sweet and addictive as they wrestled in her muzzle before he pulled her back. Her long, dexterous tongue grappled with his in full as he realized that she still retained a few feral elements. When she finally withdrew her tongue and released him, he practically gasped as he realized just how long he'd stopped breathing. She giggled excitedly.
"I guess I take your breath away, huh?" Storm asked him with a sensually playful tone. He responded by leaning forward and nipping her neck while giving her a soft growl. She couldn't help by coo back to him lightly. It turned into a very soft, drawn out murr of appreciation as he started kissing down the side of her neck with force. "Maaaarrrrk." She moaned softly as he gently ran his tonge from the base of her neck to her ear. The fur on her neck was very short and soft but also very thick. A odd slight sweetness clung to her neck while a slight saltiness clung to the increadibly short hair on the side of her face. Her legs suddenly locked onto his hips and she started dragging her now soaking, heated pussy across his shaft. He smiled and reared back a bit before freezing in place.
"Storm, I-" He began before she placed a finger against his lips.
"Don't talk." She whispered to him before drawing him into another deep kiss. She moaned into it as Mark took the hint and started sliding into her body. She spread around him slowly as her new body also came with a few extra perks. He was happy that she didn't grow a cherry but was still tighter than a vice. She gave a little tug with her legs and suddenly sank him to the root and making her cry out in pleasure. The hot, wet confines drew a long hiss of pleasure from him as well before he pulled back a little to see the connection with his own eyes. He shuddered as he watched and sank as deep as he could before dropping his body against hers and envelping himself in her warmth.
Everything just felt right to Mark. Her body, both human and pokemon at once, felt alien yet perfect. He let the kiss deepen as he tilted his head while her body cradled his cock like a perfect fit. Muscle rippled below the fur of his lover and he felt her contract around him before stifling his moan by releasing his kiss for a breath before kissing him with even more passion. Her body responded to him when he started grinding against her by arching sharply into him. He felt like an explosion of fireworks went of in his body as she squeezed him while twisting her hips against him. She suddenly pulled back from the kiss as the tips of her claws started running down his back.
"Stop teasing and fuck me, dammit!" She barked at him. A chuckle was returned before he reared back to the tip and slammed it back home, making her gasp sharply. He started pumping into her at a good pace, drawing out a long moan of pleasure from her. The walls of her pussy sucked on his shaft with need as she tightened her grip on him. The crown of the head of his maleness tickled her just right and sent shivers through her every time it came across a slightly rough patch towards the beginning of her depths. Noticing it, he started rapidly teasing the spot by rocking against her. She moaned openly and tried to get him to hilt her, but he wouldn't.
Leaning forward, Mark catptured her mouth with his and started kissing her hard and deep. He could feel her body tensing up slowly as he fought for dominance in his own mouth with her tongue. Taking the oppertunity of teasing to explore her body, his hands started running over every inch of her that he could reach. Her fur felt signifigantly softer. Trailing his fingers over her collarbone revealed another sweet spot as she squeezed him a little with her legs. Finally he rested them on her new breasts.
Mark started slow by gently caressing around them and was immediately rewarded with a sudden twitching thrash of her tongue. He growled softly into the kiss as he gently ran his thumbs over her nipples It pulled a sudden shiver from her with a very soft moan into his mouth to go with it. Mark smiled and pinched one very softly. Storm twitched and moaned hotly, pulling out of the kiss to let her head drop back.
Storm could feel her new body practically vibrating for Mark. He felt different inside of her and even better than before. Something was different about him after his initial bout of lust and it had him tormenting her, but she couldn't complain. His wonderful hands were roaming her new body to find every place that drove her wild. If it weren't for the rapidly building pressure of a climax, she would complain about his sudden lack of enthusiasm. But the sudden love and adoration she started feeling easily trumphed the gentle behavior. She could tell that he'd gone from fucking her senseless to a more gentle lovemaking and it let Storm pull her head above the rising waters of her heat.
She started meeting his hips as he began to take deeper strokes. They were quite slower than before but were making her nerves sing with pleasure. The Absol leaned forward and recaptured his mouth as she crossed her legs behind him and pulled him close to her chest. He took the hint and started kissing and biting along her neck. It was the final straw as she suddenly clamped down on him while her mind went white. She cried out his name in the throws of her first bout of ecstacy for the entire mountain to her. He kept riding her through it as his pattern started to become erratic.
Mark stopped as she started panting. "You're so beautiful like this, my love." He told her with a sparkle in his eyes. She visibly swooned as she cooed softly up to him. A smile formed on his face as he pulled out of her. The sudden absence of his cock made her whine softly. He leaned back and drew a circle in the air to tell her to roll over. She felt her strength return almost instantly as she rolled over and lifted her rear with her legs. She kept her chest on the mat and looked back at him over her shoulder. She waved her rear and let her tail waft the scent of needy Absol into the air. The look of his eyes growing hungrier and his cock throbbing hard made her growl lustfully as she beckoned him to take her.
Storm moaned again as he leaned down and licked her pussy from her new clit to her tailhole. It made her feel so naughty to feel him do that. She knew it was fine as she always kept herself clean. A chuckled escaped him. "What?" She asked husikly as she started rubbing her own clit.
"I didn't mean to... But it was sweet..." He said with a look of confusion and pleasure. His shoulders popped up in a shrug as he did it again. The pleasure felt different around her tailhole and she knew she'd have to try more one day, but not today.
"It feels good, but I want you inside of me. Please?" She practically begged as she waved her white furry butt back and forth. Mark nodded and crawled up between her legs and started rubbing the head of his cock through her lips. He slid back and forth for a moment before Storm figured out the motion and slammed back on him at the right time. He was sheathed inside of her in an instant as a moan was torn from them in unison. She felt so wonderfully full as the heat from his throbbing shaft starting seeping into her. Her hips started grinding agaist him out of reflex to remind him what to do.
Storm moaned again as a sudden crack of pleasure resounded through her body as he pulled back to the tip and slammed home once again. She started playing with one of her breasts like he was before and it instantly added to the feeling. His hands dug into her hips as he started building back up to that delicious fast pace that she had come to love. Her breaths were coming short and fast when she started meeting him half way to increase the force of each thrust. Everytime he sank to the root it would send a sudden blast of ecstacy through her very core.
Mark leaned down over his Absol and gently pressed her into the pad with one hand. She purred as the dominance excited her even further and she relaxed under his hold to show trust in her wonderful lover. He put the other to use by reaching between her legs to toy with her clit. It sent electric tingles through her entire body as she felt a dam burst inside of her, crying out suddenly from the unexpected orgasm. Her pussy trembled and milked Mark's cock with almost enough force to slow him down. But he didn't.
Storm's climax had almost pushed him over the edge but he didn't want this to end. Her body felt too good to leave and it felt too perfect because it was her. His pace increased a little as he started to feel the pressure building faster and faster. "Oh, Storm... I'm gonna..." He said breathlessly while pressing down on her harder. His fingers left her clit as he gripped her rear and started pulling her against him harder and faster. She started tensing up in another quick orgasm and when she finally went over the edge, so did he. Her pussy started milking his cock again with just as much strength as before as he started emptying everything into her. His cum came in long, hard bursts that quickly filled her. Each one cause her to accent her long cry of passion with little sudden increases.
Mark felt oddly full of energy as he started softening. He slipped out of her with a soft pop sound as she squeezed herself shut behind him and dropped back to sit on his heels. Her legs, trembling madly, finally gave out and went to either side. He smiled as she giggled lightly over her shoulder at him until he flipped her over, off the pad. She whined in protest until he laid back on the mat the opposite way she was before pulling her over him. She meeped quietly before getting more comfortable. She moaned softly as his tongue pressed through her folds and he tasted his own seed. The thing that occured to him first was the odd sweetness to it. It made him smiled as he knew that would make things easier for him.
He growled softly to her when she got the idea and started licking his flaccid manhood. He could feel the increadibly soft, inhumanly broad tongue wrap around it entirely before he engulfed him into her maw. His eyes went wide as he felt her pull him into waht he felt was the perfect mouth and couldn't stop himself from moaning softly. His cock instantly hardened in her muzzle and she smiled around it in victory. Dragging his tongue through her new pussy, he started to get an idea of her new taste. It was softer than before and not quite as heavily scented, feelng more like a light fragrance to his nose. Its lightness was pleasing to him in a way that warmed him while exciting him even further.
He felt her shiver and squirm above him as he pressed his tongue into her entrance. The walls yeilded easily after the rough treatment he gave her before and his taste was just as strong within her. Mark felt Storm beginning to bob her head on him carefully. He could feel the sides of her elongated canines rubbing the sides of his cock in a thrilling way. She could maime him easily and she was practically worshipping his manhood. The wonderful warmth and softness of her mouth was driving him a little wild and in no time he started throbbing
She smiled as she leaned back, intending to ridie him, but his hands kept her in place. One pushed her back down as she got the picture and started sucking on him with completely renewed vigor. Storm could feel his tongue touching deeper than Emily's, making her shudder. His skill was undeniable as he carefully played with her clit at the same time with his soft fingers. She could feel herself leaking out onto him and the fact that he was even swallowing it, his own seed, for her pleasure was having a heavier effect on her than she anticipated. She kept her lover's cock in her mouth and growled softly around it. A tremble from him was the reward as she kept it up, pulsing her voice every now and then as he kept working at her, too.
Storm felt the pressure of another orgasm building up again as Mark became more and more ravenous. His tongue was lavishing her folds with a hunger that she was soon to feed. She felt the dam building higher and higher inside of her as she felt her strongest climax yet barring down on her. The twitching of the shaft in her mouth ensure her soon reward as some more of his cum slipped from her. The sound of an audible gulp set her off as she realized her new fetish and came, harder than ever, and covered his face with their combined juices. She let his cock go to cry out his name again as her hands greedily pawed at his legs while her hips ground her pussy against his lips.
Once Storm's body relaxed a little and she was coming down from her high, she growled and swallowed Mark completely. She loosened her throat and let him slide in as she pressed down farther and farther until her lips met the root. She swallowed hard around the thick member and in seconds, he started twitiching in the tell-tale signs of an impending release. She gaving him one hard gulp and heard him cry out her own name as a bulg flew right up the shaft. She pulled back enough to have it flood her muzzle instantly. The Absol desperately swallowed everything she could as a bit started to leak out the edges of her muzzle making her wonder how the hell he could produce so much. The thick, musky sweetness made her body purr and flutter, instantly making her want even more. She suckled on it hungrily for every last drop as she instantly became addicted to the taste. Once the shocking cum flow subsided, she kept a mouthful of it ready. She released his slowly shrinking dick and kissed the head softly before spinning around and kissing Mark deeply, pushing the entire muzzleful of cum into his mouth.
Mark squeaked weakly and offered no resistance as he was forced to swallow several times. The taste of his seed was surreal to him as he knew it to be nothing like before. His curiosity had once gotten the better of him and he gave it a taste to find it bitter and salty. But now the bitterness was completely absent and the saltiness was almost like a shadow to the overwhelming smoothness. He felt her beginning to kiss him as she pushed the last bit into his mouth and he surrendered, kissing her back lovingly. For some reason, he felt turned on by the eroticness of the act. His now hard again shaft tapped against her pussy lightly. Her eyes went a little wide as she looked over her shoulder with curious eyes. "Again?" She asked with a bit of surprise.
"Oh yes." Mark replied as he pulled her legs apart and pressed right up into her welcoming body. She instantly clamped down on him out of reflex and moaned hotly before starting to lick his neck. Taking over, she leaned back and sank herself to the root on him as he filled her up perfectly. She felt like his cock was made for her, or she for it, and knew that perfect moments like this needed to be savored. He knew his face was absolutely lit up with lust. She gently stroked her hands down her sides from her ribs to her hips to tease him. He shivered visibly from the action and it encouraged her to do more. "Wow..." He said with a soft, hushed tone.
"Like what you see?" She asked as she gently cupped one of her breasts and gently ran her thumb over the nipple. It elecited a little gasp from her as she flexed the muscles in her passage to massage his legth. He moaned with her as she started griding against him slowly, making a show of it.
"Oh god, yes." Mark replied with a breathtaken voice. Storm smiled and gently pressed her hands onto his chest as she slowly lifted her hips. She raised halfway up his shaft before coming back down on it slowly while squeezing him inside of her. His hands took over on her chest as he played with her and toyed with her nipples. Her hips started rising and falling on their own as she felt waves of pleasure rocking her mind white yet again. The strong, forceful hips of her lover started meeting her as a thumb ran over her clit. She moaned sharply from the unexpected stimulation and almost lost their rhythm. His hand splayed out across her pelvis as he started using their fluids as a lube so his soft thumb would drive her wild with mixed sensations, and it was working.
"Oh god, MASTER!" She yelled suddenly as she came. Her motions didn't stop and, in fact, increased signifigantly. It was her turn to rock his world as she tightened as much as possible around him.
"Harder, baby, harder!" Mark encouraged as her body swallowed him greedily again and again. Her depths were spasming through her climax and it started the building tension of his own. The hand that was teasing her very soft, purplish nipple went to her hip as he helped her fuck him mindless. Thoughts were becoming nearly impossible to forn as she started tensing up again with another building orgasm. "Cum for me, Storm." He whispered hotly up to her. She dropped her hips down hard and came again, hips bucking forcefully from the pleasure before she collapsed on top of him. Her breathing was rapid, shallow, and labored from the intensity of the last one. An evil grin crossed his face and she smiled.
"Give it to me, Mark." She practically whined in need. Mark needed no further encouragemet as he gripped her hips and lifted her a little, sliding out a few inches. He brought his hips to hers suddenly enough that she yipped lightly and trembled in his hands. His hips started moving and soon enough, he worked up a good pace of sliding in and out of the Absol's body. She moaned into his neck as he controlled the pace and occationally kissed and bit him. Each time would reward her with a little extra force behind the following thrust into her.
"Bite me." Mark whispered into her ear. She caught her breath up for a moment. "Hard." He breathed as he sank in her to the root. Storm opened her muzzle and carfully bit the side of his neck enough to press into the skin without breaking it. His thrusts sped up slightly as he growled up to her softly. She started increasing the pressure slowly and found him working into her faster and faster. It was becoming hard to not break his skin as her mind slowly faded into a white haze. A particurally hard thrust caused one of her canines to break the surface of his skin. Mark moaned very softly and his thrusting became slightly erratic. The taste of metalish blood suddenly hit her tastebuds and ignited the feral side of her as she started regaining strength to ride him again.
Mark felt one of her canine's punch through the thick skin of the base of his neck and shivered, feeling a strange sort of pleasure from it that extended beyond the direct sensation. She was almost out to his shoulder and was digging into meat, so he didn't care if she got carried away. When he felt a little blood be drawn, Storm suddenly became energized and began moving against him. She matched his pace perfectly as his aura started to rise up and slowly tangle around her body and he slowly became aware of her heartbeat and her breathing. He felt her fur gliding against him and could feel the solid muscles of his own legs against hers from her perspective. Without the ability to reason, he surrenderd himself to the strangly echoed sensations.
Storm gasped as she felt a sudden wave of warmth wash though her. She flexed her jaw a little harder and Mark shivered and gripped her thighs harder. His pace slowly increased as she felt a tighness forming not only in her own core, but his as well. It felt to her like he was projecting it into her mind subconsciously like a previous lover who happened to be a psychic type. She new she couldn't forget it as she started to enjoy the duel sensations flooding her senses.
Mark was becoming more and more aware of Storm's sensations and feelings as his climax neared. He wanted to figure it out badly but his desire to fill his Absol with cum far outweighed it. Finally, the pressure suddenly released inside of his lover and she cried out before biting hard enough to sink her other three canines before her jaw locked. It ignited a brutal animalistic feeling inside of Mark and made him practically howl as he came hard inside of her. Something about her overpowering him, the one he loved, lead him to the strongest release to date. He felt very little change in blood pressure as the force of the bite was actually holding back most of the flow.
Storm felt her orgasm roll through her light a thunderstorm. It shook her body hard enough that she lost a little focus and punched through Mark's skin with her three other canines. His climax increasing in strength made her relax enought to lose herself in the pleasure of the moment. The taste of iron was starting to cover her tongue slowly and became more and more apparent as her mind cleared from the haze the rough sex had caused. A warmth prevaded her body and made every inch of her super sensitive. She could feel her lover had finally relaxed and had come down from his high as he kissed the side of her head. It finally occured to her that her mouth was very gradually filling with his blood. She released him and whined softly when she saw the damage. It wasn't bad; only two quarter inch wide holes right in the meat of his muscles. It stopped bleeding almost instantly and oddly started to close.
"Best yet. Hands down." Mark whispered hotly as he stole the Absol's lips with his own. She murred softly as the light taste of iron in her mouth made a smirk cross my face.
"Hell yes." She responded before licking the holes from her teeth once. "Sorry..." She mumbled with a mix of worry and shame in her voice. Mark chuckled softly and stroked his hand down her back. It made her smile.
"Don't worry about it. I would have stopped you if I didn't like it, after all." He replied, kissing her nose lightly. He held her close as she nuzzled into his neck. Grabbing a blanket, he covered both of them up as Storm settled against his chest. The warmth from her furred body chased away the light chill of the night almost instantly. It only took a moment before the Absol started to breath deeply and evenly. A little happiness eminated from her and filled him as she lovingly stroked his hand down her back slowly and methodically. Soon enough, his eyes closed as well and he drifed off into an incredibly blissful sleep.
Meanwhile...
Outside the tent, Mark's other pokemon were sitting around the fire with a lot of things to talk about. The sounds of lovemaking and heated, rough sex had finally receeded and allowed the natural sounds of the night return. Both Flara and Emily were a little hot and bothered by the pure, blissful pleasure that they had heard and couldn't help thinking about if it were one of them in there. Rachel broke the silence first.
"So, we're just going to pretend that didn't happen, or..." She began while rotating her hand on her wrist in an urging mannor. Flara looked up from the fire and made eye contact.
"Mark doesn't see us as pokemon. He sees us as the individuals we are. I don't see a problem." She replied to the dragon. The orange drake nodded once.
"That's gonna take getting used to." Rachel said. Her eyes fell on Emily. The rabbit had been completely withdrawn into her own world. "Are you okay?" She asked, nudging the side of the Lopunny with one of her wings. The rabbit practically jumped from the contact as if she had been very deeply absorbed in her own thoughts.
"Y-yeah..." Emily answered with a hint of sadness in her voice.
"Emily, don't lie." Flara told her as she put her hand on Emily's shoulder. After a moment, she sighed softly and dropped her head into her arms.
"I'm scared... What if something goes wrong and my body can't handle it?" Emily asked, voice barely a whisper.
"It can, Emily. It's happening slowly for that reason, I imagine." Flara replied as she pulled the rabbit into her lap to comfort her. It brought a smile to the avian's face as rabbit cuddled up to her. She had always been affectionate. "Don't worry. We'll see the professor soon and he can examine us." Flara continued. Her mind noted her expanding vocabulary and she couldn't help but feel a little better from the growing accomplishment.
"Okay." Emily responded softly as she started to relax. Something about the scent of the Blaziken reminded her of Mark's. It left a warm feeling inside of her core that was slowly calming her down. She sighed weakly for a moment before starting to become extremely tired. The stress of what had just happened wore her out in too many ways for her body to fight sleep any longer. Soon enough, she started to nod off.
"Alright, to bed with us. I'm sure Mark will wake up early and want to get going. Goodnight, Rachel." Flara said as she pulled the Lopunny close and picked her up before standing herself. The dragon nodded with a yawn before layig down and curling up as Flara walked over to the second tent. She tossed her sleeping bag open with her foot and gently tucked Emily into the side before sliding in with her. A soft trill escaped her as the rabbit's fur managed to wiggle between her feathers and tickle her pleasently as she cuddled up to her. Sleep quickly claimed her as well from the warmth of her shared bed.
A sudden feeling of emergency drew Mark from his sleep. His body didn't want to move from the side of his dreaming transformed Absol, but he managd to untangle from her without disturbing her. Pulling on a pair of pants, he carefully slipped out of the tent and into the night air looked around. All he saw was the sleeping charizard, his tent, and Flara's tent. He walked over and took a peek in the other tent to find Flara and Emily cuddling together and couldn't help but think it cute and sexy. A ping of alertness struck him and he turned sharply towards the mountain he was on. On an impulse, he started walking towards it.
The underbrush that he had to trek through to get to wherever he was going was nothing but annoying. Lots of little twigs and sticks kept working their way up into the legs of his pants and more than once he stepped on something sharp. Cursing his stupidity in not bringing shoes, he trudged on. The path that he felt he was taking, though visually nonexistant, came to a end an open mouth of a small cave. A feeling in the back of his mind told him the answer to the questions lay at its deepest reaches. Normally Mark would stop here and return later with Storm or Flara, but a sudden sense of ugency swept the idea from his mind as he went in boldly.
The inside of the cave was lit up by some biolumenescent fungus on the walls and was just bright enough for him to see the smooth stone of the cave floor. The smell was of a damp moldiness that was almost tangible. It felt like a path that had been traveled before, but not often. A sinking feeling in his gut told him that something was about to jump out at him from the shadows, though nothing did. He was very thankful that the path seemed straight-forward enough that he wouldn't have a hard time getting back. Just to make sure, he charged his hands with Normal energy and left an X on the floor at evey intersection with other, far smaller paths before drawing an arrow pointing back to the entrance. He soon came to a fork in the main passage that split two different ways. On a hunch, he went to the left and was quickly repremanded by the cave though a sudden drop down a very smooth stone slide. The bottom was a large pool of water, which he spashed into, that couldn't be more than an inch deep. It smelled clean and a couple of drops had managed to get into his open mouth so he could immediately tell it was nonacidic. A sigh of relief escaped him as he felt that he was unharmed before the sound of a mass shifting on the far side of the room made him freeze.
"Welcome to my home." A very soft, feminine, and unquestionably sultry voice chimed in his head. Mark felt like he was being calmed telepathically and knew full well whatever was in the cave with him had psychic abilities. "Correct." She answered with a mental chuckle. He could swear ice was forming in his body until a small light began to illuminate the room. A quick flash made Mark flinch and snap his eyes shut as heat filled the room. For a second, he thought he was about to be cooked alive by a fireball or something horrible until the heat stopped and a soft giggle tickled his mind. "I wouldn't hurt you, Mark." She whispered into his mind. "You can open your eyes now."
When he did, his eyes were greeted by a soft pair of crimson orbs and a golden furred muzzle being illuminated by a elegant chendellier above him. Without a second thought he instantly knew that iconic look of a mischievious ninetails. He felt relaxation slip through him as a warm presence pressed against his mind. He quickly closed himself off mentally and scooched back a couple of inches from her. "H-Hey! I'll keep my mind as it is, thank you." He told her defesively as he remembered that Flara had once warned him that a ninetails could play mindgames with humans. The more he closed himself off, the safer he felt.
"Well, I'd hope so. You're too interesting for me to change you." She replied with another haunting, disembodied giggle. Mark felt goosebumps on his arms and neck.
"What do you mean by that?" He asked as he finally sealed off his mind from her. Suddenly feeling safe, he stood up and dusted himself off where he wasn't wet. A few little sparks of pain began eminating from lines along his arms and legs, no doubt cuts he'd gotten from sharp parts of the cave walls on the way down.
"You know why." She responded, not moving from her standing position in front of him. Mark felt void of any immediate danger and turned his head to look up the rockslide he had come down. A warm tongue suddenly dragged itself along a cut on his shoulder and earned a little jump in surprise from him. She giggled again before pressing a paw on his leg to get his attention. "As odd as you may find it, I need to clean those cuts. Humans don't react well to some of the local... Plantlife."
Mark couldn't tell if it was genuine intention or a false sense of security that convinced him to do it, but he stepped out of the little pool of water he was in and plopped down on the bare stone in front of her. The ninetails walked around him once to look him over and dragged her tails across his bare skin to earn a few shivers from him. Once behind him again, she pressed a paw to his back and made him lean forward as she started licking cuts that he didn't even notice at first. Surprisingly enough, it didn't sting at all. He couldn't help but relax from the feeling of the uncharacteristically soft tongue and the increadible care he felt going into her movements. A sudden swelling between his legs made him notice a certain scent in the air that felt familiar yet unplaceable.
"Your blood tastes different than any other human I've met." She told him as her tongue bathed his minor cuts. It felt almost thereputic to the point where he barely caught what she said. Something about the sheer softness of her tongue was driving his mind right into the gutter as he tried to keep his thoughts away from the growing hardness between his legs. A sudden laugh drew him right out of his thoughts as he turned to look at the fox. "Too bad someone else has already called you." Her voice sighed slightly before giggling a little. "With her permission, I'd love to take care of that, too." She whispered hotly into his mind, drawing out the word love and dragging her tongue along his spine slow and hard to entice him farther. It definitely worked as he came to full hardness. "But in all seriousness, I need to tell you something."
Mark shifted uneasily as she suddenly threw her forepaws over his shoulders and pressed her entire body against his back. "Yes?" He asked the fox as he gave her a little smile over his shoulder when her face popped up. Her face became serious and I felt the tone of the moment drop.
"I know your father."