# My Best Friend's Lucario

Author: MaverickKayPrime
Tags: F/solo, Humor, M/F, Masturbation, Nintendo, blow job, lucario, pokemon, sex

My Best Friend's
Lucario
 The
Villa. Her villa. His best
friend's villa. Time and time again, he had found himself roaming in
and out of the front door. Sometimes with her here, most of the time
not. Let's face it. What was hers was his, and what was his was his.
Sure, it was a slightly childish view of things, but it was his view
nonetheless.

So seeing this blonde-haired teen run up toward the richest home in
the area, it really wasn't all that odd. Sure, he didn't look like
the person who would be going to such an area, but he was. He had
gained a reputation in the area, after all.


Yeah, he had quite the reputation. One of a childish, hyper-active
teenager, who's antics would be better at home on an eight-year-old,
rather than a fifteen-year-old. Or maybe sixteen-year-old. He was a
very handsome young man; he stood tall, spoke well (on rare
occasion), and was relatively friendly to all. His name was Barry
Platinum, the fifteen (or sixteen) year old son of Palmer Platinum,
best friend to Dawn Pearl, and arguably the second strongest Trainer
in all of Sinnoh.

He ran up to the villa's front door, jogging in place as he did so.
Tugging on his long green scarf, Barry also began messing with the
villa's doorknob. It was locked; Dawn always did so. But Barry wasn't
put off by it, instead he began to tug at the base of his scarf.
Reaching under, he found his fingers touching up against something
metal. He took it out, where his orange eyes fell upon a golden
piece.

"Dawn, Dawn, Dawn," Barry snickered to himself as he fitted the
key into the door, "I thought by now you'd get a super defense
system for this house," he turned the key in the slot, "Especially
since people seem to get in here by no means necessary..."

Laughing it off, he unlocked the door and turned the knob. Gently
pushing it open, Barry stepped into the dark atmosphere of his best
friend's manor. He was always jealous about how she was able to get
this darn thing. He was the one always running places, why didn't
someone just give him the keys to some estate? But of course, Dawn
beat him to the punch, as usual. If it wasn't for the fact that she
was his best friend, he would have flipped his lid.

Barry locked the door behind him, while his eyes glided along the
four walls of the first room. Dawn was good at keeping her person
clean, and this reflected in her personal villa. From the floor to
the couches and beyond, not a spec of dust or discarded trash. Even
the trash bin was clean, showing the Sinnoh Champion had recently
thrown out whatever existed within.


Whatever. Dawn could be as froufrou as she pleased. Honestly, where
was his rival? Training somewhere? Mr. Coronet? The Fighting Area?
Iron Island? She could have been in the Underground; he did hear
that's where all the Gym Leaders go for rematches. This meant she
probably wasn't going to be back at the villa any time soon.
 That
sucked. Reaching his hand into his coveted satchel, Barry revealed a
good of fashion board of Monopoly. Pokémon
Monopoly, of course. It was the one they used years ago, yeah, the
one with the Mewtwo figuring and stuff. It was enough to invoke
memories of the past when he and she fought like children over the
Mewtwo figurine. Of course, they were children at the time.
 Growing
board already, Barry fell back onto Dawn's couch. He sighed as he
laid within it, folding his hands behind his back as he did so.
Kicking off his shoes, the Pseudo-Champion (as he often called
himself), gazed down to the table before him. There was the remote,
and beside the remote, a note. Even though he couldn't read it from
this distance, he knew it came from his best friend. That was Dawn's
handwriting if he ever saw it.

 Barry
reached for the note, a sunny smile on his lips. But then he stopped,
right as his fingers graced its edge. Something echoed in his ears, a
sound that came from behind. Barry stared up and over, dragging his
eyes to the hall directly behind him. The noise that echoed from
behind were footsteps, and they were coming closer. The
Pseudo-Champion ducked down behind the couch, while his hand reached
into his satchel. Pulling back was one of his coveted Poké Balls.

 His
orange eyes squinted at the sight of the hall, awaiting the being
that came near. Who dared to sneak into Dawn's own villa? Such a
fool! Did he or she believe the Champion had priceless valuables in
it? Maybe, but Barry wouldn't allow them. It had been a while since
his Heracross was in battle, after all. The Single Horn Pokémon
certainly needed the training.

 The
being within the hall came closer and closer; Barry grew even more
ready with each passing moment. Finally, the drooping long shadow
appeared, right at at the dark hall's exit. One hand cut through the
shadows, to sit upon the halls' edge. It was a three-fingered paw,
instead of a human's hand. Seeing that, made Barry drop his guard.

 It
was not a human that silently stalked through Dawn's villa, but
instead a Pokémon that stood tall before him. A being one two-feet,
that stood only on its toes. Blue and black, with a creamy fur
middle, this Pokémon also had noticeable spikes sticking from its
chest and hands. Four bangs, side by side, flowed from the back of
its head.
 The
creature was like Anubis himself, made into life. It bore the same
jackal design, right down to the sharp pointy ears. The Pokémon even
had red eyes that cut through the darkness like lights. But this
Pokémon also had curves. Bountiful
curves. The shoulders, the hips, even this Pokémon's black thighs
were all smooth to the gaze. It was a being that exuded power; all
one had to do was gaze at it, in order to gain these feelings. But
this sight of power was seemingly belittled by the cast, that its
left hand was trapped within.

 "Cario?"
the Aura Pokémon commented, as her red eyes pierced the dark room.

 "Eh?"
Barry answered as she shot up on his feet, "Courage? Is that you?"
 Courage
the Lucario, Dawn's
Lucario.
It was a Pokémon Barry had faced in battle many times. The Aura
Pokémon was always so powerful in their fights, able to cut through
his Pokémon without much trouble. From what Barry and Dawn could
tell, the Lucario had a somewhat rivalry with Barry's own Snorlax.

 Here
Courage stood before him, her usual tough face shattered to become
this shocked one. Her eyes, that were normally in a squint, her wide
so the blonde could see them. Honestly, they weren't half bad eyes.
Like rubies, they burned with a level of intensity one could only see
by gazing into flames themselves.

 Barry
smiled and waved at his friend's Lucario, happy to see an ally in
this place. But of course, his happiness became minor shock, when he
noticed her left arm was within a sling. He didn't break Courage's
arm, meaning some other Pokémon Trainer did. Honestly, that angered
Barry. How was he supposed to be a rival for Dawn, if some other punk
broke her Pokémon? He's supposed to break her Pokémon!

 But
Courage was not deterred by her own sling. She tugged on it briefly,
before waving to Barry. He waved too, noticing how melancholic she
looked. Before long, Courage turned around and began walking back
into the hall she came from. Barry watched her do this, noticing how
her tail swung so lowly. It was usually tall and spry, but not much
so today.

 What
had the Lucario so down? Her broken arm? No, for some reason, Barry
didn't think that's what it was. A broken arm wasn't enough to get
Courage this down, there had to be something more important.
Scratching the back of his head, the Pseudo-Champion decided to
investigate. He walked away from the crouch, following Courage down
the hall she retreated into.

 The
deeper he roamed, the darker the area seemingly became. Barry, while
never one to fear the dark, sure was disturbed by it. Fortunately,
the shadows was broken by light, that came from within. He almost ran
for the light, before this queer sound echoed into his ears. 

 It
sounded like scratching. It had the same 'TCH!' sound to it, like
someone was dragging a brush against hair or fur.
Wondering what Courage was up to, Barry roamed in even deeper. Soon
he came to the light, where the wood of the villa was replaced by
porcelain panels. Barry gripped the doorway's edge, gazing into the
room.

 A
bathroom. The scratching sound was louder now. He gazed up along the
floor, pass the sink and toilet, and too the bathtub itself. It was
one of those high end, upscale bathtubs, the kind that shines in the
light. Sitting there, in said bathtub, the Aura Pokémon he was
searching for.

 She
had a rag within the paw of her broken arm. It was filled with water
and suds. Even though the limb was injured dangerously, she still
used it to drag the rag against her other arm. It was working for the
most part, until Courage winced. Her grip on the rag fell, and she
dropped it into the tub. At the same time, she accidentally dropped
the soap deeper into the tub as well.

 While
usually strong and stoic, the Lucario couldn't help but to snarl at
her own shortcomings. Her arm was still soaked with suds, while her
rag and soap intermingled at the tub's bottom. She reached for the
two and grabbed them, quickly making it so that she could clean her
body with her broken limb. Dragging it against her other arm once
more, she ran into the same problem again. Both the rag and the soap
fell, once again making her growl.

 "Cario!"
Courage barked as her eyes glowed, "Lucar! ARO!"

 She
was threatening to destroy the very tub she sat in, and was fully
ready to carry out her thoughts. Had he not been there, Dawn would
have been very angry. Barry's hand grabbed Courage's shoulders,
surprising her quite a bit. She stared up to him, seeing that sunny
smile beam back. 


 "Here,
let me help you with that," Barry said, as his hands reached past
her.
 Grabbing
the rag and the soap, the Pseudo-Champion began rubbing them against
one another. He created more soapy suds for the cloth, before
properly applying them to Courage's skin. Barry took note of the
Lucario's cast, and made sure to be gently rub her body. He knew how
to clean Pokémon, he's done so before. The only difference between
then and now; this wasn't
his Pokémon.
 Nonetheless,
he tended to Courage the way he'd tend to any of his Pokémon. Being
sure to gently press onto her, as to get rid of the dirt and grime
that may exist beneath. Barry was surprised by the Lucario, honestly.
She looked relatively pristine, and yet she still found the need to
properly clean herself. Courage couldn't have possibly been running
through battles with a broken arm, so there really was no reason to
bathe herself. She was a Pokémon and not a human, after all. 

 Seriously.
Give Barry a reason to not
bathe
and he'd jump for it. If he had a broken arm, he'd be in bed all day
and night. Screw taking a shower if he didn't really need too. Sadly,
it seems that even Dawn's Pokémon,
were more mature than he was.

 But
that didn't stop him from giving aid to the Aura Pokémon. If Courage
wanted a proper bath, he would give her a proper bath. There really
was nothing wrong with it, after all. Courage was a Pokémon, and a
Pokémon in need. He'd never turn his back on one.

 "Cario..."
Courage sighed, as Barry rubbed her back.
 "You
must really like to stay clean, Courage," the Pseudo-Champion
commented, as he continued to rub Courage's body down, "I mean, if
I had a broken arm, I'd be sleeping for hours. In fact, it kinda
reminds me of the first time I broke my arm. I remember, it was
shortly after Dawn became Champion. I was playing with my Snorlax,
and he got too... how should I say... uh... hands
on...
the next thing I know, my arms bent the wrong way..."

 Barry's
laugh was slightly annoying, though Courage wouldn't show this. He
was being kind enough to her to clean her, after all. Courage hadn't
had anyone clean her since she was a Riolu, and that was many years
ago. So having someone else do all the work was nice, to be honest.
And Barry wasn't bad with his hands. He pressed hard enough to get
rid of the dirt within, but not hard enough to actually hurt. And
some of the stories he told were, admittedly, funny. One story in
particular when he reminisced of a battle they had with one another
was enough to bring a smile to her lips.

 "Caaaar..."
she seemingly moaned, her eyes sliding shut.

 "Ah,
what?" Barry said in shock, "Courge, did I hurt you?"

 Her
eyes opened suddenly, glaring down to where Barry's hand sat. It was
right on her thigh, sliding inwardly. The rag oozed water and soap
down her leg and pass the vanishing point. Courage found her cheeks
turning red, as she gazed up to the Pseudo-Champion. He was just as
confused as she was, though for a different reason.

 "If
I uh... hurt you, Courage I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..." he became
focused; his bottom lip pouting, "Let met hurry this up then..."

 Before
long, Courage found her head submerged in water. Barry was holding
the water sprout, and kept it elevated over her head. With the water,
he cleaned off the soap he just spent a good half-hour dragging on
her body. When finished, Barry stood back up with a smile. Courage
continued sitting within the tub however, as she crossed her arms.
She felt embarrassed by the moan she gave out, while Barry remained
confused.

 And
yet, his manhood was tightening against his pants. That was weird.
Barry would lie and say this had never happened to him before, but it
has. Especially whenever he thinks about Dawn in her beach wear. Oh
yeah, he'd get hard from that. But from Courage, a Pokémon? Not so
likely. 


 "Lucario,"
Courage said with her blushing cheeks, "Cario, cario. Lucar,
luc..."

 "I
don't know what you said," Barry replied, "But it sounds like a
thanks... I... think..." he laughed it off, "No problem Courage!
Always happy to lend a hand!"

 She
smiled at that last statement, while Barry took his leave. Gazing
down to her furry legs, the Lucariou couldn't help but to drag her
three fingers down her thigh. She picked up a dab of soap that was
somehow left over, marveling at its rubbery texture. Soaking her
fingers in it, she slowly started gliding them down toward her
pelvis.
 This
was so wrong of her, so unnatural. If anyone were to see her like
this, she would absolutely die of fright. A powerful Lucario like
her; she's not to partake into something so demeaning.
But Courage couldn't help herself. Just because she has a certain
level of authority to hold, doesn't mean she has to be a
squeaky-clean princess, right? She could do whatever she pleased with
herself; it was between her and the floorboards. And Barry.
She
needed to keep her voice down, or else. If he heard her, she didn't
know what she'd do.

 Slowly,
Courage began sliding her fingers alongside her slowly moistening
pussy. Her still wet body gave her all the lubrication she needed.
The Aura Pokémon gridded her teeth even now, as her fingers began to
press inside her.

 "Ari..."
she exhaled, whilst sucking air through her nose.
 Courage
started working a finger deep inside her dripping vagina, slightly
groans and moans echoing from her lips. At one point in time, she
actually yelped.
Upon doing so, the Aura Pokémon closed her mouth shut. Her eyes grew
wide with shock; what if Barry heard her? Courage quickly turned
around to face the door of the bathroom. To her relief, Barry was not
there. Why did that disappointher?

 The
Lucario breathed in and out weakly, as if her actions had made her
fragile. Though the thought of partaking within her nightly game did
cross her mind, the Aura Pokémon decided not too. The fear of being
seen by Barry was much too great, even for her. Instead she stood up
from the bathtub and reached for a towel.
 Little
did Courage know that Barry was nearby. He was only a few feet away
from the door, listening to her actions. He tried to ignore them, but
it didn't work. Courage's slightly sultry moans were still playing
within his ears. They sounded so unsure, so youthful.
He didn't even know the Lucario could sound so girly, in all honesty.
She was the gruff one of Dawn's Pokémon, the one who knew only to
fight. But that wasn't afighter's
voice.
 It
was nothing. I'm just hearing things.
That's what Barry told himself. He walked back toward the villa's
main hall and sat down upon the couch once more. Despite all the
rooms this estate had, this was the only room with a TV. Grabbing the
remote, Barry began to mindlessly snap through channels.

 It
worked ya'know; he forgot all about Courage and her moans. Instead,
he watched as the cartoons flashed before him. But Courage never
forgot about him and his gentle touches. She walked down the hall
toward him, pressing up against the walls as she did so. Her red eyes
peered down upon Barry, watching as he flicked mindlessly through the
channels.
 Courage's
mind was slightly misted, thanks to her own actions within the tub.
There was a burning tension within her body that was roaring
to be released. But thanks to Barry's presence, she couldn't tend to
this tension. Yet her body wouldn't listen. Her cunt still quivered
and begged to be touched. Even now, as she leaned on the hall's door,
she had a finger teasing her labia.
 Barry
was a boy, right? Well, obviously he was a boy, and boys have their
things,
right? And with his thing
he could do something with her thing,
right? Courage's eyes grew half-closed, as her mind was filled with
such lewd thoughts. She couldn't help but to wonder how big Barry's
thing
was.
A mate is defined by how well developed their manhood is, at least
that's what Courage was led to believe. And if such a thing were
true, then Barry's manhood had to be impressive.
Why
else would her master be friends with him? Granted, she's never heard
Dawn mention Barry's thing
before. 

 Courage
wanted to see his thing. But that was wrong, right? Not really.
He helped her with her problem, she would help him with his problem.
What was Barry's problem? His lack of companionship, of course.

 "Lucario..."
Courage said, as she pulled down on the lamp's switch.

 She
brought light to the room, which caught Barry off guard. For a while,
the only light came from the TV he was dutifully watching. Gazing at
Courage, he wondered what she was doing. She had regained that stoic
visage she was known for, and was now walking toward him.

 "Hey
Courage," Barry said with a slight chuckle, "Care to tell me
what's going on?"
 "Lucar...
io..." she answered, whilst walking toward him, "Cario, cario..."
and then her faced changed. She cocked her head to one side, while
her eyes slid down. But it wasn't into a squint that showed aim,
instead it was a gaze of lust.
And her lips curled up into this smile, while this cherry blush
formed on her cheeks, "Lucario, cario... Barry..."

 Her
right hand suddenly pressed down upon Barry's chest, pushing him down
onto the couch. His gaze grew wide as she stared up to her, while she
sat upon his waist.

 "Hey,
Courage?" Barry said, while he grew slightly terrified, "A-a-are
you okay? You're not... acting well..."
 "Lucario,
cario... Barry..."
she said again, while her hand traveled down his chest.

 She
dragged her three fingers toward the edge of his shirt, grabbing the
white and orange garb by the bottom. Gripping it tightly, she pulled
the shirt further up his body, revealing some of his stomach. It
appeared as if his years on the road were kind to him. Even though he
was only fifteen (or sixteen), the formation of muscles could be seen
beneath. With eyes that gleamed only from lust, Courage dragged her
hand down along his washboard chest.
 Now
the Aura Pokémon could see why her master befriended Barry. Truly,
he had to be a catch.
Why else would she be friends with him? Obviously, it wasn't for his
'genius' mind.

 Courage's
tongue snaked out from her mouth, as she sampled that beneath her.
Dragging her pink muscle against his body, she lined him from his
belly-button all the way to his chest. She could feel Barry squirm
beneath, as if trying to shake her off. But Courage would not be
denied; her hold on him increased, as to keep him pinned to the
couch.
 The
Lucario continued to lick Barry on the chest, making him grunt and
groan. This wasn't something he should be doing, let alone enjoying.
Courage's tongue felt so warm and wet, it left trails of saliva all
along his body. She even teased his sensitive nipples, which made his
fragility break.
 Courage
yelped, as she felt something hard
press
against her. Tail springing up, she gazed down to Barry's pants.
There was a sizable lump within, protruding like a little mountain.
Courage's eyes gleamed at the sight; surely, this was Barry's thing.

 "No!
Courage! Stop!" he pleaded, while her hand found his zipper.
 She
fumbled with it briefly, before finally pulling the latch down its
full length. Upon doing so, she hooked her hand onto the edge of his
pants and forced them down to Barry's ankles. He was still sprouting
nonsense from his mouth, but didn't actually try to stop
her. Courage took this as the go ahead to do whatever she pleased.
 Super
Mario underwear. Obviously, it matched his childishness. Courage
didn't mind, it was actually something she admired in Barry, really.
Her own Trainer, Dawn, could really be uptight sometimes. Maybe
that's where Courage got her stoicism from. But being here with this
teen who was far less critical, made the Lucario feel relaxed.
 This
fragrance
resonated from Barry's underwear. No, it wasn't a smell that killed
the mood. It was musky, sweaty; Barry had done quite a bit of running
today. All that sweat must have centered on his undergarments. Not to
mention this slight dark mark right at the tip, where his thing
was hardest at.
 Speaking
of the thing,
Courage found her lust for it growing exponentially. She used her
good hand to pull the underwear down, as to get a look at Barry's
thing.
And
oh what a thing
it was. Despite Barry's childish nature, his cock was nothing of the
sort. Long and hard, Courage found her eyes gleaming
at
the sight of it. She was never a being to lust after a male's penis;
there were many other things to worry about in this world. But these
past few nights alone at her Master's villa had done things to her.
She found herself wishing to feel connected
to a male in this
way.
In the lottery of mates, Courage was lucky with Barry.

 "Lucario,
cario, Barry!" Courage remarked with this girlish moan, "Lucario!
Cario! Barry!"
 Her
hand was sliding up and down his cock, and not in a smooth way. She
gripped his hard penis tightly, and pumped it with her even harder
hand. Barry gridded his teeth, while his hands became fists. Slamming
them down onto the couch, he tried to relinquish this feeling Courage
was giving him. Her grip hurt!
If she held any tighter, she'd break
his cock! And that is not a thought a fifteen (or sixteen) year old
wants in his head!

 "Courage!
Slow down!" he begged, "Please!"

 She
must have listened, because that extremely hard squeeze was gone.
Instead, something warm and wet was dragging against his dick. Barry
was breathing heavily, as if he had run a marathon, while his orange
eyes moved to Courage. She retained that sultry glare, while her hand
sat at the shaft of his cock. Meanwhile, her tongue dragged up and
down his long penis. He watched as she slid her pink muscle from the
base, all the way up to the head. Lining his penis top with her
tongue, she massaged his heavy balls with her hand. 


 Barry
grunted from the double action. Between Courage's tongue and her
hand, there wasn't much for him to think about. His mind became a
dark pit, one filled only by this feeling he was having. Watching
Courage give such attention to his penis was something Barry only
dreamed about. Granted, it was a raven-blue haired girl who did it,
within his mind.

 "Courage..."
he whispered, hand moving to touch her.
 She
looked up to him, while his paw pressed upon her forehead. She
reacted pleasantly to the touch, becoming slightly submissive under
his feel. Courage's ears bent away, while Barry guided her to the
very top of his cock. Finger scratching at the back of her scalp, he
seemingly told her to open her mouth. Courage did so. And eyes
closing, Barry slowly led her down.

 The
Lucario took the first third of his dick into her mouth, which felt
like pure bliss to the Pseudo-Champion. He had never felt this
feeling before; so warm, so moist, that's the best way to describe
it. His cock was lathered by saliva, and this was only the beginning.
 Barry
gazed down at Courage, seeing her eyes close shut. Gripping tighter,
as to take blue fur into his grasp, the Pseudo-Champion led her
further down onto his cock. Courage puffed her cheeks, while her face
grew slightly strained. She didn't think doing something like this
would be so tough.
Barry's cock slid past her tongue, and further down into her jaw. At
one point in time, she felt the horrible need to gag.
Tears formed from pain rolled down Courage's face, making Barry ease
up on his hold. But the Lucario assured him everything was okay by
tapping him on his stomach.
 Gripping
growing strong again, Barry began leading Courage further down upon
his cock. The Lucario grunted and spat up, causing spit to ooze from
her lips. Yet she never pulled back, or even tried to. She remained
on his member, even as it pressed up against the back of her throat.
Barry, being the teenager he is, couldn't believe something like this
was happening. Yet it was with a Pokémon,
of all things. Never before did he think he'd be in such a situation.
 A
vacuum feel sent tingles up Barry's spine, as he gasped. Was Courage
sucking
on his cock!? He couldn't believe it! The feel was so otherworldly!
There was no way this was the Lucario's first time! She was too good
at this to be a virgin.
Granted, the thought of a virgin Pokémon wasn't an all together
lovely
thought, honestly.
 Barry
found himself feeling strange, as something burning
churned within his balls. With his grip still on Courage's head, he
pulled her free from his cock. The Lucario spat up globs of saliva,
as she breathed in horribly. Barry's cock was big enough to clog her
airways, which was a shock to her. Maybe her eyes were off; while
Barry's penis was large, she didn't know it was
that large!
 But
why had he released her; did he not like what she was doing? Gazing
to his cheery red face, she didn't understand why he wished to stop
her actions. But her red eyes began to slide down his body, now
gazing upon his cock which stood tall. She noticed a series of veins
sticking from his penis, veins she seemed to be throbbing. What did
this all mean? And what was that white substance sticking from the
tip? It was a lot like the soap, but it wasn't
soap.
 It
was cum. Barry came. Burning ropes of his seed flew from his cock,
falling upon Courage's face. She was shocked by how hot and stingy it
was; it slightly burned!
Her face was painted white, all thanks to Barry's uncontrollably
penis. Slightly enthralled by the feel, Courage took a bit of his
semen with her finger. That semen on her finger, she dragged it to
her tongue and tasted it. 


 "Caaaaaaaarrr..."
she whispered from the taste.

 For
the time being, things appeared to be over. Barry was breathing
horribly, and so was Courage. Neither seemed to have the energy to
keep going. But this couldn't be; Courage was simply having too much
fun. Barry was a much better mate than she gave him credit for. The
Lucario produced a blue fire from her hand, and pressed it on her
companion's chest. 


 Somehow,
that simple touch energized Barry. He felt felt roaring and ready to
go, as if they hadn't just spent an unspecified amount of time doing
something they shouldn't have been doing. Courage suddenly climbed up
Barry's body, elevating her head above his. Her hand sat beside his
head, holding him down beneath her body. Before continuing, she
buried her cum-covered face in the gap of her arm, cleaning it all
off and staining her blue fur white. For the time being, anyway.

 "Lucar
lucar, cario, Barry..." she whispered whilst descending, "Lucario
cario, Barry..."

 Her
lips pursed, making Barry freak out.

 "No!
Courage stop!" he said as she leaned in for a kiss, "Your mouth
was just on my co--!"
 Too
late! Barry's protests were ruined by Courage's lips. He was, at
first, terrified by this. Seriously, she was sucking on his cock then
began kissing him. But the lips she used to kiss him were so amazing.
Soft, tender, they worked with a skill Barry had never known before.
Courage's tongue too tasted so divine. She moaned within his mouth,
giving him a sound he never heard before. It was a sound he wanted to
hear more of.

 Barry
unconsciously grabbed Courage's shoulders in this kiss, and he
squeezed them tightly. Pulling her in, he tasted as much of Courage
as he physically could. His tongue swirled around within her jaw, and
she did likewise.

 Their
lewd kisses echoed out against the room, bouncing off the walls and
reverberating into their ears. Courage pulled up moments later,
breaking their entanglement. All that was left was a strand of saliva
which still connected the two. The Lucario dragged her finger down
her lips, swooning from the taste Barry had given her. He gazed up to
this lust-driven Lucario who clenched at his shirt. Even though he
had seen her so many times in battle, Courage looked so completely
different. She was like an entirely different Pokémon; so far
removed from the one he knew. But Barry didn't mind.

 Courage
started straddling his body, rocking her hips back and forth in a
most hypnotic fashion. Her hand slid down her body, lining down to
her dripping wet pussy. He didn't even notice she was so wet until
now. Strands of her juices would slide from her vagina and land upon
his erect cock. At the same time, Courage began to tease her pussy.
She slowly etched a finger into herself, moaning loudly as she did
so. She had one finger inside of herself, but that seemed to be good
enough considering how large a Lucario finger is.

 Still,
Barry didn't think this was good enough. He grabbed Courage by her
sides, making the Lucario grasp. She removed her hand from her
quivery vagina, and instead placed it upon the couch's edge. Barry
reached further past her body, and grabbed her ass instead. The
Lucario grunted from the feel, while a pleasure smile came to her
lips. Barry squeezed hard on Courage's butt, taking her cheeks into
his hands. Glaring toward his erect prick, he slowly began leading
her down. 


 Courage
was nodding and smiling now, while her face turned a hot red. Biting
onto her first finger, she tried to ready her body for what was about
to happen. But of course, there was nothing that could ready her for
what actually occurred.
 Barry
slammed Courage down on his cock, making her arch her back in
orgasmic lust. She didn't expect it to feel so good!
His
member was so long, hard, and warm inside of her; her finger simply
did not compare. Barry too was shocked into silence by this feel.
Courage's mouth felt wonderful, but Courage's vagina was euphoric.
Warm, moist, wet as well, he didn't really know how to explain it. It
just felt good.
So good.

 "Lucario,
cari," Courage grunted, "Barry... Barry..." he began rising her
off of his member, "Barry?" and then he slammed her down,
"BARRY!"
 The
Pseudo-Champion allowed pure instinct to take over his body. With
wild, animalistic grunts, Barry rammed Courage down upon his cock.
She bounced up and down upon him; her eyes wide, her voice getting
caught in her mouth. Barry's cock was reaching really deep inter her
pussy, touching up against her womb
in fact. She didn't even know something could reach up that far.

 At
some point in time, Barry had begun hugging her close. She still
bounced upon his cock however, making her bangs flop up and down. 


 "CARIO!
CARIO! CARIO! CARIO! CARIO CARIO!" she yelled out.

 "AGH!
COURAGE!" he answered through his grunting. 

 What
was this feeling she had raging within her body? It was like a bunch
of knots were unfurling within her womb at this very moment. It sent
tingles and vibrations along her entire body, before centering right
at her assaulted pussy. Barry was pushing this feeling further and
further into being. Courage was gasping so hard for air now, as she
road on his member for as long as possible.

 Until
that knot finally opened up. Courage's eyes widened, as her orgasm
hit her in waves. The usually strong being broke down, while her eyes
rolled to the back of her skull. Her clear juices slid down Barry's
cock, while her body grew weak in his hold.
 But
Barry wasn't finished yet. Surprisingly, he hadn't run into that
moment of pure bliss. What was he supposed to do now? Masturbate? No
way; he had a way of pleasing himself and
Courage.
Barry laid Courage down, not on her chest, but instead on her back.
She grabbed he couch's pillow, laying her cheek up against it whilst
doing so. Her red eyes gazed over her shoulder, as to take a good
look at the being who stood above her. Grabbing her but with one
hand, Barry used his other hand to aim his cock toward her inviting
southern lips.

 His
cock pressed against pussy, separating the labia with ease. Courage
grunted whilst feeling his hard penis slide into her body. Barry
shoved his way in, stopping only when it was physically impossible
for him to move deeper. Hen he grabbed her tail, which had grown long
during their antics.

 "Lucario
cario, Barry..." Courage stated, as she nuzzled her face into the
pillow.

 "I...
I don't know what your saying, Courage," Barry replied.

 Whatever
she said, it would forever be lost with the Lucario. Courage smiled,
and immediately resided to his power. Barry began to growl, as he
grabbed Courage's ass and tail tightly. She panted from the feel,
which only made Barry grow stronger. His grip on her ass and tail
increased even stronger, as he settled himself for what he was about
to do. 


 He
didn't start off slow, no, his hips were already set to 'overdrive'.
Immediately, Barry began slamming his cock into Courage with as much
force as he pleased. He was panting horribly, though that didn't stop
his powerful strides. Whatever Courage did with that blue fire of
hers, it sure did work. The Lucario was yelping and barking like a
dog; her mouth and eyes open wide. The feel of his cock violating her
was mind-numbing to say the least. It stretched so deep into her,
pressing up against her deep and moist core. Courage couldn't help
but to bite her bottom lip; it was the only way to stop her quivering
antics. 


 Courage
rose her behind, so Barry could have better access to it. He shifted
himself too, so his penis could dive as deep as it could within her.

 "Courage!"
Barry started yelling, "Courage!"

 "Barry!"
she answered back with her Lucario grunts, "BARRY!"

 The
blonde-haired teen felt something flourish within his loins. It was
like a waterfall had started to rush through his raging cock. He
released Courage's tail as to grab her other butt cheek, which helped
him settle better. He needed to settle himself, especially for what
was about to happen. A part of him wanted to pull out, to stop
himself from going any further. But his orange eyes showed him the
image of Courage. She was gazing at him with a cherry-red,
lust-driven face. Barry didn't know a mere sight could make him so
aroused. 


 Balls
deep in Courage's cunt, Barry felt his dick enlarge. Immediately
after, he released his pent-up semen inside of her. Courage nearly
fainted from the feel of his seed violating her pussy. It was warm,
and came it long powerful spurts. One after another; she was almost
overflowing from with his cum. The first time he climaxed, it was
natural, done by his own fruition. This time he came, it was thanks
to super-charge he gained from Courage's aura. Even now, Barry
couldn't believe he came so much inside of the Lucario.

 It
was over now. No amount of charging from Courage's paw would give
Barry the energy to start going again. He collapsed on top of her,
where his heavy pants echoed into her ears. The Aura Pokémon too was
breathing hard, as if she had just run a marathon. Sex, while
incredibly awesome, was also incredibly tiring. 


 "Lucario
cario, Barry..." Courage whispered, as she turned around to face
him, "Arrrooo..."

 "I...
I still don't know what you're talking about, Courage," Barry
claimed with a childish chuckle, "I... I don't understand
Pokémon..."

 They
shifted, so that Barry laid on the bottom, and Courage laid upon him.
She was sure to miss jabbing him with her sharp spike, as to free him
any unfortunate injuries. Her soft warm face, sat upon his chest,
which was blocked off only by his orange and white striped shirt. Her
fingers grooved under set shirt, as to touch upon his skin, flesh to
flesh. She heard him gasp from the touch, but he remained relatively
calm.

 "Egg..."
Courage said, with a slightly seductive smile, "Barry... Egg..."

 "WHAT!?"
he barked in terror, "Courage, I've done my fair share of Pokémon
Breeding, and I can easily say I can't impregnate you with an egg..."
he suddenly grew meek, "At, at least I hope, I can't..."

 The
Lucario giggled from his words. Yeah, what was she thinking? An egg?
It was simply impossible for a Pokémon and a human to be
together, no matter what mythology might claim. Still, if humans and
Pokémon could be together, would she claim Barry for herself?
Probably not; she was pretty sure Dawn had Barry locked down with a
key. 


 But
this little tryst would go down in her mind as her first. Barry
should be thankful; its not everyday a Lucario gives up her
virginity, ya'know.

 Dear
Barry,

 If
you're reading this letter, then you snuck your way into my villa
again! I would be angry, but I guess things are easier this way. It's
not like are Pokétchs can send and receive messages, anyway. Which
is strange, because they can do like, a bajillion other things.

 Anyway,
if your reading this then you've found my villa is empty, save for
Courage. She broke her arm in a fight I had recently, and has been
really sore about it. I recommend you steer clear of her, Courage
just hasn't been acting right as of late. 


 And,
I was kinda hoping... I heard there's a Legendary Pokémon in Mt.
Stark. I was going in but... jeeze... could you just come? I'm not
sure if I can go in alone, right now. I know your Staraptor can fly
faster than my Noctowl, so you better not keep me waiting. I'm not
going to wait forever for you.

 Your
Best Friend,

 Dawn

 By
the time Barry read this letter, the sun had already risen into the
skies. He felt like such a dick too.

End

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