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“Good evening folks, and welcome to Eterna City’s gym challenge! Better strap in, because we’re bringing out the Kadabras for this one! Tonight, we have challenger Madeline, up against Gardenia and her three Gym Defenders!”

The crowd’s roar rattled the walls of the stadium, the excitement in the air palpable. Madeline was one of the up-and-coming favourites in the current gym circuit. Her Pokemon were ruthless, and rained down attacks on her opponents without mercy. She had been cruising her way through the gyms with little difficulty, employing type-advantage strategies to batter the enemy Pokemon around.

Jack paced across the lift that would be his ride to the platform overlooking the battlefield. Willow merely watched her trainer with a soft gaze, one of her paws idly toying with a flower bomb.

“Remember, folks, this is Madeline’s sixth gym challenge. If she wins this, she will be able to move on to the next stage in the circuit. It’s going to be an all-out slug-fest tonight, so make sure to get your popcorn while you still can. You don’t want to miss any of the action!”

Jack rolled his eyes at the Announcer’s words, and looked over to his Pokémon.

“Of course they want people to buy food here, it’s absurdly overpriced,” he laughed.

Willow nodded her head. The Meowscarada tossed the volatile flower bomb up into the air, and stuck out a paw to catch it without concern. With a shift of her paw and a flick of her wrist, the bomb vanished. She raised both her paws and wiggled her digits, showing that the object was now gone.

“Oof, making their money disappear–sounds about right. I guess they need to pay us somehow,” Jack hummed. He stopped his pacing, and came to stand before Willow, giving the Pokemon a once-over. “You ready? Not nervous to be in front of everyone?”

Willow rolled her eyes and gave a little smirk. She pushed off the wall and stepped toward Jack, her paws at her sides. She swept her arms up, and an underpowered Swift from her paws had the unstable stars pop over her head. They showered glitter over her form while she stood before her trainer. She then bowed, extending an arm out in front of her, as if finishing a show.

“Oh, that confident, are you?” Jack laughed. He reached forward and planted his hand on Willow’s head, ruffling up her fur. She swatted at his hand and shook her head, trying to get her fur back into its show-worthy condition. “Right, right, my bad. I’m just a little worried. That’s a lot of people, and we haven’t fought at this level before.”

Willow raised a paw and brushed off her shoulder, still smirking under that mask.

“-to meet our first defenders! They haven’t been here too long, but they’ve more than made a name for themselves. Give it up for Jack, and his Meowscarada, Willow!” The announcer spoke.

“Oh shit!”

Jack jolted out of his conversation with Willow, and glanced over toward the now flashing lift. He cursed once again and ran toward the elevator, his long legs carrying him swiftly. A green blur zipped by, and he looked at the platform now several inches above the ground and climbing higher.

Willow stood on the platform and stuck out her tongue, watching Jack run forward.

“Oh, c’mon!” He huffed. He pushed himself a little harder, and jumped, aiming for the lift that was now over a foot above the ground and rising quickly.

Normally he would have made that jump, but a surface that’s constantly moving higher is a little hard to time for. He bashed his knee into the side of the platform and fell forward, his legs dangling over the edge of the lift while he scrambled to find purchase on the surface.

Powerful paws grabbed him under the arms and tugged him upward, dragging the flailing human up onto the platform. Willow raised an eyebrow as she held up the taller human, and shook her head. She pulled him into a hug, holding him tight, while he wrapped his arms around her.

What would she ever do with him? Silly human.

A low, satisfied purr rolled from her throat, and her paws brushed along Jack’s back and over his sides, just enjoying the close contact with her human. Her friend. Her crush? Definitely, and hopefully soon to be her lover. She had a plan, and was going to make the move tonight, if everything went well.

Who was she kidding, of course it would. They’d been training hard and studying the people working through the gym circuit. This wouldn’t be a problem in the slightest.

Willow pulled Jack just a little bit lower, leaned in, and gave him a soft and affectionate lick to his cheek, before they separated. In response, Jack wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her in close.

The platform rose into blindingly bright lights and a cacophony of noise, causing Willow to fold her ears back a little and Jack to wince. They shook it off though, facing the crowd’s so-so response in regards to the defenders of the gym. This was supposed to be a warm-up match for the challenger, nothing too crazy or worth getting excited over.

Normally, these defenders would be flattened. Still, she and Jack waved to the crowd, and did their best to represent the Gym that hired them.

“And now, our challenger! She’s ruthless on the battlefield, and doesn’t take no for an answer! She’s rough, she’s tough, and she’s gonna call your bluff! Give it up for Madeline!”

That caused a stir in the crowd. People cheered, cameras flashed, and there were more than a few screams from over-eager fans. The platform across from Jack and Willow rose up, showing off a woman in a rather skimpy outfit. Short shorts, crop top, a belt containing her Pokeballs that went from shoulder to waist, and a slim yet muscular build that showed the slightest hint of definition without any flexing.

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Maybe it was that the people were cheering for...

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Aaannnddd now she’s flexing. The crowd became louder.

Jack raised an eyebrow, while Willow narrowed her eyes. The Meowscarada glanced toward Jack, taking in his expression, and then looked back across the arena toward the hussy that was showing off for the crowd.

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“Alright folks, I’m sure you all know how this goes, but I’ll go over everything for any new watchers at home. This will be a series of one-on-one battles, followed by a three-on-three at the end. Madeline will have to use one Pokémon per round against the Defenders, and if she loses, she’ll have to take the challenge again next week. She can use the same Pokemon for multiple battles, but that runs the risk of putting an exhausted Pokemon against a fresh opponent,” the Announcer explained. “This is a game of strategy as much as pure force and ability. Defenders can only use one Pokemon that has been registered to the gym challenge cycle. In this case, we have Willow the Meowscarada!”

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Willow took that moment to step forward, pulling away from Jack to walk forward on the raised platform. She came to a stop at the very edge and looked over at the crowd, then glanced toward the ground. Willow turned to look at Jack and spread her arms out at her side.

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She winked...

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And she fell backwards. Her form vanished over the lip of the platform, leaving Jack alone thirty feet in the air. He watched on the screen as Willow plummeted downwards, arms spread, a trail of leaves following her descent. Likely a Magical Leaf.

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Show-off.

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She tucked in at the last moment, rotated herself around, brought her feet beneath her and landed with barely a sound, crouching to disperse the impact. The crowd cheered at the landing, and she ate it up, giving a playful bow toward the camera.

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“Now folks, Madeline may choose her Pokemon. Though, considering her battle styles so far, I’m sure we all know who she’s going to choose,” the Announcer spoke.

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There was little fanfare in her choice. Madeline raised a hand and whirled it around, bringing it down to her chest to press a Pokeball in a rather specific spot. Bright light flashed from her platform, before it condensed, revealing her lead Pokémon, and the one that Jack and Willow had both expected to fight.

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Incineroar.

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Though they were expecting her to choose the fire-type, that didn’t make the incoming challenge any less daunting.

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The large Pokemon stepped forward and leaped off the platform, arms out as it plummeted toward the ground. A thunderous impact rattled the arena, and the Incenroar sank a foot into the ground below.

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Where Willow was lithe and graceful, and used her body to absorb the impact... Incenroar beat the ground into submission to cushion his landing.

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The hulking Pokémon drew itself upright out of the shallow hole it created, and stood tall. Then, it took a deep breath, looked to the sky, and let out a deep, world-shaking roar. Flames jetted from its mouth, spiralled into the air, and dispersed against the psychic barrier that sprang into existence around the field.

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The crowd roared in response, causing the Incenroar to grin, letting a deep growl roll from its chest. The flame belt around its waist flared up, singing the dirt at its feet.

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Willow was less than impressed.

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“And Madeline sends out her starter Pokemon, Blaze the Incenroar! She’s staying true to her style and looks like she’s going to try and beat down her opponents with sheer, overwhelming power!” The Announcer was riling up the crowd.

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Jack held his hands in his pockets to hide the nervous fidgeting. Despite training, preparing, studying, and coming up with a plan for this exact situation, he couldn’t help but be nervous. This was a powerful, violent Pokémon, that had a tendency to angle attacks toward opponents’ trainers when things weren’t going well. Bait the enemy into defending the weaker human, even though psychic barriers were in place. If any one of those barriers failed...

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Well, Jack didn’t want to think about that.

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“Is the Challenger ready?” The Announcer asked.

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“I was born ready!~” Madeline smirked, posing for the crowd.

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“Is the Defender ready?”

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Jack glanced down over the edge of the platform, and locked eyes with Willow. She nodded subtly, and widened her stance.

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“We’re ready,” Jack spoke. He was proud of himself for keeping the nerves out of his voice.

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“Then, we will begin in... Three!”

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Jack took a breath. They’ve got this.

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“Two!” The crowd chanted along.

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Blaze clenched his fists, the large Pokémon digging its feet into the ground.

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“One!”

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Willow smirked.

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“Fight!”

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“Bulk-up, Blaze!” The cry was quick and practiced. The Incenroar responded in kind and let out a sharp growl. It flexed hard, and its form seemed to grow in front of everyone’s eyes—muscles became more defined and it looked as if he was a little taller now.

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“Let’s change up the field a bit, Willow,” Jack spoke, his soft words easily heard by the Meowscarada.

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Willow planted her feet into the dirt and focused, causing a ripple of green to roll down her form. The Grass-Type energy hit the ground and spread outward, quickly spreading across the arena. Grass and flowers began sprouting up from the dirt, and covered the field in moments.

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“Bulk-up again, Blaze; show ‘em what you can do!”

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The fire-cat did just that and flexed harder still, its form growing wider, muscles bulging further. The creature looked like something out of a body-building contest now, with a physique that was typically only seen in anime.

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Blaze began to saunter forward, his eyes locked onto the much smaller feline before him. He licked his chops, and let out a low growl. Willow moved to match him, stepping forward with lithe movements, her feet ghosting through the grass. One of her paws rested behind her back, dropping small, purple looking shapes into the tall grass that filled the arena.

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“That’s right, hit her, Blaze!” Madeline cried out, punching a fist into the air.

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Jack fought back the smirk that threatened to break his facade.

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The two cat Pokémon grew closer and closer, eyeing one another. They both came to a stop in the middle of the arena, staring one another down. There were no movements to attack, despite Madeline’s orders and the battle they were participating in. They were waiting to see who would throw the first attack.

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It was Willow that moved first. She raised a paw up, claws glinting dangerously in the light, and-

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She covered her mouth, and let out a quiet little ‘mrowl’. Willow shifted side to side, flustered, looking up and down the form of the Incineroar before her. Her cheeks blushed the slightest bit of red, and she had to look away from the mountain of muscle.

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Blaze blinked at the reaction, and then grinned, his sharp teeth on full display. Clearly, she had fallen for him and his impressive physique. He raised both his arms up and flexed, showing off his biceps for the gorgeous feline before him.

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“What!? Blaze, this isn’t the time to flirt!” Madeline shouted. “Get in there and kick her ass!”

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The Incineroar ignored Madeline entirely. He swapped his stance and turned to the side, holding his hands behind his back. He flexed again and popped his pecs, the large feline eyeing up Willow the whole time.

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If anything, her embarrassment grew further. She let out a little purr, and fanned at her face with one paw, while the other sat clenched at her side. Willow shifted a little more, and leaned in a touch, attempting to get a better look at the body-builder before her.

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“Well folks, this seems to have taken a turn! Blaze is now actively showing off for Willow, and she’s eating it up!” The Announcer spoke, trying to keep the crowd invested.

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Blaze raised an eyebrow at that, and smirked toward Willow. He beckoned the Meowscarada forward, crooking a single finger toward her.

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She was more than happy to follow along, and stepped right up to the fire-cat. They were chest to chest at this point, Willow looking up, and Blaze grinning down. If it were possible, Willow’s eyes grew wider. A particularly questionable “mrow~” was picked up through the microphones and caused the Pokémon in the stands to react violently. More than a few jerked backward with wide eyes, unsure if they heard that correctly. Even more cheered, the sounds of the Pokémon filling the uncomfortably quiet arena.

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Jack and Madeline were both at a loss for words at this point, standing silently, watching the proceedings take place.

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Willow brought one paw up to her chest, hovering the closed paw over her heart, while the other moved up to press against Blaze’s muscles. She poked and squeezed at his chest, and he was more than happy to flex for her, displaying his body for the appreciative feline.

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Willow’s paw trailed down his chest, and moved to trace along the curve of his abs. She worked her paw halfway down and stopped right before she reached that belt of fire around his waist. Instead, she stepped to the side, dragging her paw along the large Incenroar’s form. He stood still, allowing her to explore him.

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She stepped around behind him, and pressed a paw against the middle of his back, rubbing in tight little circles, likely feeling up the back musculature in the fighting Pokemon. Her paws wandered over his back and playfully dragged her claws along his shoulders as she walked. She made her way around the Incineroar, and stopped right in front of him.

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The duo looked at one another, with Blaze leaning down closer toward her. Willow folded her ears back, and looked up, eyes growing wider still, Charming the powerful male before her. Her cheeks were red, and one of her feet kicked bashfully at the grass.

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They both leaned in, and closed their eyes, coming nose-to-nose, feeling one another’s breath on their lips. Blaze leaned in further, paws falling to her hips. He fully intended to make this Meowscarada his latest conquest and put some kittens in-

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He wasn’t expecting the Thunder Punch to the side of the temple. The electricity coated fist wrenched the Incenroar’s head to the side. Blaze staggered several steps, reeling from the impact. Several tingling sparks radiated outward from the hit and ran down his body, causing some of his fur to poof out.

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The stadium fell silent once more, before a rowdy cheer rose up from the crowd, both Pokémon and people alike cheering for the swift change in atmosphere.

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“Blaze!” Madeline cried out. “Get up and kick that little slut’s ass!”

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The Incineroar didn’t even register those words. He whirled back around to glare daggers at Willow, who had already retreated several paces back. She held her paws in front of her, leaned forward, and stuck out her tongue at Blaze.

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The large feline let out a dangerous growl and stepped forward, only to stagger when he felt something sap at his strength. He looked down, and spotted thin green vines snaking over his chest and down one of his arms. He ripped at them, and tossed the plants to the ground, only to find even more growing across his form.

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Willow smirked and began to walk away, a spring in her step as the effects of Leech Seed began giving her even more energy. Her steps turned into a swaying strut, hips working side to side as she walked back to her side of the field, completely ignoring the frustrated Incineroar, who was trying and failing to reach the small of his back where the Leech Seed was planted.

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“What a turn of events folks! I thought we were going to have to cut the broadcast for a moment there, but it was all part of the plan! Blaze was not expecting that!” The Announcer cheered. The crowd became louder still, cheering for more as the Incineroar started to move toward Willow.

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His movements were slow and jerky at first, the lingering electricity of the Thunder Punch and the draining of Leech Seed causing him to grow unsteady. He quickly picked up speed, shaking off the effects, his eyes locked onto Willow’s back. Blaze bunched his muscles and leaped toward her, both of his fists wreathed in flames as he soared through the air. He held his hands high, and careened toward the smaller feline, ready to end this in a single super-effective strike.

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Blaze landed hard and brought his fists down in a thunderous blow. The dual Fire Punch hit the ground hard, blasting a hole in the terrain. The impact created a shock-wave that rippled through the ground, followed by a wash of flames. The floor within ten feet of the strike was shattered and kicked into the air, only to be incinerated with that furious ball of fire that expanded outward.

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Blaze growled, stood up, and cast his gaze down toward the crater his fists made, fully expecting to see the broken form of Willow at his feet.

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The crushed Substitute twitched a few times on the ground, and then vanished into a puff of smoke. Blaze didn’t get long to contemplate the trick. Several powerful explosions peppered his legs and his lower back, the flower bombs sending the Incineroar to his knees.

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He was furious now. That teasing little whore thought she could say those things to him, play up her attraction, and then turn on him? She thought she was better than him? The crowd was supposed to be cheering for him, not her!

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A low, rattling growl rolled from the fire-type. The flame belt around him flared up hard and wreathed the cat in flames. He got to his feet and looked to the sky, an earth-shaking Roar of frustration and Outrage rattled the platforms the trainers stood on. Willow staggered a little from the noise, and brought both paws up to her ears, trying to drown out the sound.

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The Incineroar didn’t even notice the Toxic Spikes that were embedded in its fists and feet, too angry to care that he landed right on Willow’s earlier trap.

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Blaze raised a foot and stomped on the ground. The arena shook from the impact and cracks formed in the terrain. He raised his other foot and stomped harder, splitting the ground open several inches, and causing the arena walls to shake.

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“Willow! Agility, and then Quick Attack to avoid the attacks!” Jack shouted, worried for the first time in the fight.

Whether through just plain training, or that she actually heard him, Willow’s form shuddered for a slight second, and then she blurred to the side. Just in time for another powerful strike from Incenroar to cause the ground to erupt upward where she had been standing.

Jack was genuinely nervous. If things were what they seemed, Incineroar was using his Outrage to fuel a Stomping Tantrum.

The fire-type continued its attack, stomping the ground hard, shouting obscenities only Pokémon could understand, and absolutely demolishing the arena. The psychic barriers around the arena flickered and shook with each strike, still keeping most of the damage contained, even though the overhead lights were swinging and the whole arena shook with each impact.

Willow was struggling at this point. Sure, her base speed was easily twice that of the fire-type, and with Agility and Quick Attack thrumming through her body, the Incenroar wouldn’t be able to hit her with a single punch.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t fists she had to avoid, but the very earth itself shattering and shooting upward in an attempt to strike her. She blurred from one spot to another, bounding off of rocks and then sailing through the air, twisting to avoid another burst of rocks that just grazed her fur from below.

She glanced across the arena to the furious Incineroar, and then further, toward Jack. Her eyes widened when she saw the barriers around the arena rattle dangerously, flickering from every impact, on the brink of shattering.

Jack was doing his best to stay on his feet, clutching onto the rails of the platform. Despite his efforts, his white-knuckle grip on the metal would mean little if the barriers fell and a full force Earthquake brought down the platform he stood on.

She could survive the hit and the fall.

He would not.

Willow planted a foot and twisted to the side mid-jump, rotating enough to kick off and angle herself toward a cluster of stone that jutted out of the ground. She pushed off the platform hard, and rocketed toward the Incenroar, Quick Attack infusing her movements.

She blurred toward the fire-type on all fours, watching Incenroar raise its foot to bring down another firm stomp. Willow clenched a paw and pulled it back in a tight fist, electricity sparkling and dancing across her fur.

Incenroar brought his foot down.

The duo met in a powerful explosion that caused dust to erupt outward from the impact site. The barrier flickered but held, even as cracks raced across every surface of the four Kadabra powered psychic wall. Then, the red form of Incenroar launched out of the dust cloud and collided with the barrier, finally causing the wall to shatter.

The Kadabra lining the arena reeled back from the break, clutching at their heads or dropping to the ground.

Willow staggered out of the dust cloud a moment later. She blinked the dirt and dust out of her eyes, and wiped her face clear of the offending material. When she could see, she directed her gaze up toward the platform Jack was standing on.

He was safe.

Things were okay.

The arena was quiet, hushed whispers rolling around the stands. Willow grimaced and took another step, doing her best to keep upright. Despite her best efforts, Incenroar grazed her a few times, and that last attack had been interrupted right after impact, causing some stone to catch her leg in the midst of her attack.

She looked down at the blood running down her leg, and then frowned as she felt another boost of energy from the Leech Seed she planted earlier. That shouldn’t have happened if Incenroar was down-

A growl rose from outside of the arena, and a flare of fire burst into existence. Willow took a step back as Blaze rose to his feet once again. The large cat raised a paw to wipe the blood from its face, nursing a split lip and a black eye.

Still, he walked forward. One step. Then another.

The large feline shook a little and Willow felt another wash of healing energy fill her. The fire-cat stumbled, electricity sparking off his fur, fighting through the effects of paralysis. He swayed on his next step as poison from Toxic Spikes sapped his strength.

He came closer.

And closer...

He locked eyes with Willow.

Dropped to a knee.

And collapsed.

There was no sound in the arena, save for the settling of the earth, and the sound of the overhead lights swinging dangerously. Without any fanfare, Willow turned and walked toward the platform Jack stood upon.

With her injury mostly healed, she crouched, and leaped upward, ears flat against her head as she shot to the top of the platform.

Jack was there to meet her, and reached a hand out. He helped stabilize Willow when she landed on the platform, and she staggered a touch. Despite her injuries not being severe, exhaustion still hindered her. She leaned forward and hugged Jack tight against her, holding her human close.

It seemed as if everyone had been waiting for something, anything, to happen. They were waiting for the Incenroar to get to his feet once again, but he remained down. They waited for Willow to fall, and declare the match a tie. She still stood. The hug was what set them off, finalizing the event for them all.

It started with claps. Then cheers. Then shouts and screams and loud cries of Pokémon and Humans alike, the noise thunderous in the arena. The volume wasn’t close to the output of the Incenroar, but they tried their best.

Willow squeezed Jack a little bit tighter, and nuzzled into his chest, her smaller frame wrapped in his arms. She rather liked it, despite being far stronger than him. It was nice to be held sometimes.

“UN-BE-LIEVABLE!” The Announcer cried. “In a stunning turn of events, Madeline’s starter has been stopped dead in its tracks by Eterna’s first Gym Defender!”

Jack laughed and hugged Willow tighter, who purred in response. They broke the hug and turned to face out toward the arena, and the camera.

“It looks like this time, strategy and planning wins against the sheer force of nature that is Incineroar! His unstoppable and relentless nature was his downfall this time, against a ‘Mon with a type disadvantage no less!”

The arena staff had wisely disabled Madeline’s microphone, if the stomping and swearing and angry gestures toward Jack and Willow were anything to go by. The Meowscarada smirked at the response, and narrowed her eyes at the rather skimpy outfit the opposing trainer was wearing. Madeline’s angry stomping was drawing attention from more than one person due to the rather pronounced effect it had on her chest.

Well, that wouldn’t do.

Willow raised both paws into the air, and clasped them together, firing off several minuscule Swift attacks between her paws. Then, she brought her paws down in an arc to her sides, and followed the motion into a low bow for the crowd. The glitter of the shattered move fell down upon Willow as she bowed several times over, looking for all intents and purposes like a magician finishing her set.

With a little glance over her shoulders to ensure Jack wasn’t looking at the opposing trainer, she bowed extra low, her tail quivering ever-so-slightly, allowing Jack to get a good look at her toned rear and whatever else he happened to catch an eyeful of.

She couldn’t exactly see if Jack looked. But... the embarrassed squeak he made told her everything.

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“Aaannnddd, now it’s gone,” Jack announced, hands splayed out. Willow stood behind him, arms crossed, a smug look on her face.

“It’s behind your hand, I saw it!” The child before him accused. The parents standing off to the side watched with small smiles.

“Oh, if you’re so sure, feel free to look.” Jack presented his hands to the kid, and allowed him to manipulate his larger mitts.

“Wait, what?” The child grabbed at Jack’s hands and flipped them over. Then they were flipped back again. The boy leafed through Jack’s fingers, checking every possible place where the money could have gone. “But… But where did it go?”

“Ah, that’s the magic of it. I can’t tell you. But…” Jack spread his fingers and held his hands up. “I can show you. Ready?”

“Yeah!”

“One… Two…” There was the slightest shift from Willow. “Three!” Jack reached forward, and grabbed at something from behind the boy’s ear.

The child gasped when Jack pulled his hand away, holding the paper note in between his fingers. The boy reached up and felt around the back of his ear, trying to see just where the heck Jack had pulled the money from.

“Woooowww!” The boy breathed.

“Oh, that’s nothing, you should see what Willow can do,” Jack tilted his head toward Willow. She blinked in surprise and huffed, her cheeks a little brighter as she turned away. Jack handed the boy the money, and stood up. “There ya go, buddy. Why don’t you and your parents go and get a snack somewhere. It’s on me.”

The child grew more excited, if it were possible. He held the money close to his chest and raced back toward his parents, showing off the spoils of the magic trick.

The two groups waved to one another as they split apart, the parents and very happy child going one way, while Jack and Willow walked the other. Jack made sure the others were out of hearing range before he glanced to his companion.

“Thanks for the help there, hun. Couldn’t have done it without you.”

Willow rolled her eyes, but nodded. The two continued their walk through the city, resuming their stroll before they were interrupted by an adoring fan. The sun just started to touch the horizon, lighting up the sky in a brilliant array of oranges, yellows, blues, and purples. They stepped past the Museum and walked toward the lake, intent on following the river for a while on their stroll.

“You know, hun, you are pretty… Un-be-lievable!” Jack parroted, “the smart and talented Willow defeats the vain and horny Blaze in single combat!”

Willow raised an eyebrow and smirked at Jack.

“She’s amazing folks! Incredible! Fantas-mmf!” She slapped her paw over his mouth to muffle him with a giggle. Jack rolled his eyes and huffed, then pulled back a touch to speak again.

“What, too much? Yet you bowed for the crowd and everything. Am I embarrassing you, you little show off?” Jack grinned, and poked out his tongue at Willow.

Sure, Willow had bowed for the crowd. At least initially. The last few times had been for his eyes only, though he hadn’t mentioned anything about it yet. She had flashed him for Arceus’ sake. Fights got her riled up and excitable, but her human hadn’t brought it up at all.

Maybe she could convince him to press her up against a tree and fuck her silly with some suggestive gestures?

“Fine, fine, I won’t tease you. Spoil sport.” The two walked side-by-side through the warm evening, looking around at the landmarks as they moved. “I’m really proud of you, by the way. You did amazing,” Jack continued.

Willow purred a little louder, and shifted herself closer toward Jack while they walked. Her hip bumped his on occasion as they made their way along the edge of the river. The water beside them burbled in a gentle fashion, and the soft breeze that flitted along the grass kept the smaller insects away.

This was the perfect evening. It was quiet out, there were very few people walking along this area, and with the sun going down it would be harder to detect people committing various acts of degeneracy. All Willow needed to do was lure Jack into the trees, and then she could work her magic on him. Maybe she could feign interest in something and dart off into the bushes. That could work! She could bend over and ‘inspect’ something really close to the ground; maybe shake her hips a little and lift her tail a little bit too!

Or! Maybe she should use a Vine Whip to trip him and make him fall into the river. She’d rescue him of course, and then with his clothes all wet, she’d have to take them off of him to prevent a chill. Clearly, he’d be so grateful of her rescue that Jack would let her ride him until he passed out. That, or he would be too excited when she felt him up while stripping him for purely platonic reasons. Definitely. She had no ulterior motives whatsoever. If anything lewd happened to follow, that was entirely coincidental.

She could already imagine it. His lovely, talented fingers working through her fur, brushing along her hips while she had him below her. Seeing his expressions of pleasure, replacing his normally sweet smile with something far more intimate. Feeling his body pressed up against her, like when they were younger, cuddled up together to sleep. They’d be sleeping this time too, just while he was balls deep inside her.

Then they would wake up and continue where they left off. And if she woke up before him, she could grind herself against him, working her hips while he was hilted inside her. She’d become his new favourite alarm clock, and then they could do that daily!

She was so caught up in her daydreaming—complete with a change in her stride to make her thighs rub together a little more—that she didn’t even notice when Jack vanished! He had left her side and she kept walking.

Willow whirled around and searched her immediate vicinity. To her side, the river. Behind her was the entrance to a path that they had been walking toward. Before her was an open park they passed along, and-

There! Jack was turned away from her and talking to someone out of her line of sight. She blinked several times, and took a half-hearted step forward. He had just left her side without even telling her! Oh, she was going to give him a stern talking to about the dangers of walking away without her there to defend him from other women (Pokémon and Human) that would clearly take advantage of his kind nature for their personal benefit, and also for kittens!

Willow steeled herself to tell off Jack with a variety of gestures, cat sounds, and more than several little angry nibbles to his shoulders and arms. Just because she was angry didn’t mean she couldn’t get her own little benefits out of it…

She marched her way toward Jack, who was still talking to that other person. Willow raised a paw to tap him on the shoulder and gain his attention, when the unthinkable happened.

He turned around, holding two ice creams.

Sploot!

Willows paw ended up right in a swirl of vanilla! She blinked, and looked past Jack to the ice cream vendor and the rather large metal box that stood between the two. Her gaze flicked back to her trainer, who was…

He was laughing at her! Not very loudly, but still! He was being rather rude, all things considered.

Willow huffed and withdrew her paw, scrunching up her nose a little in discomfort. She took a step back, and looked up at her tall trainer, who was still smiling at her misfortune. Oh, he was so going to get it!

“Sorry, Willow. I asked if you wanted ice cream, but you were a little deep in your thoughts.” Willow blushed at that. “I figured I’d just run there and back for us,” Jack explained. He held out the perfectly swirled ice cream toward her, and flashed her a soft smile. “Here.”

Willow lifted her non-ice-creamed paw, and grasped the cone, her digits brushing along Jack’s fingers. She pulled back with the ice cream, thoughts relentlessly flopping between embarrassment at being caught day-dreaming, getting jealous of Jack paying someone else attention, feeling fluttery when she looked at the treat he gave her, and the heat between her thighs that-

“Come on, hun, let’s keep going, it’s still light enough.”

Oh, they were walking again. And she still had ice cream on her paw! That didn’t line up with her grooming standards at all. She settled in beside Jack and began lapping at her paw, her bristled tongue working between her digits and over her fur.

Jack ate his now paw-shaped ice-cream, hiding his smile behind the food item. Still, his eyes lingered on Willow’s tongue as it snaked along her paw, working over her pads and sliding between her digits.

Willow glanced up at Jack, mid-lick, and froze. Then, she narrowed her eyes, opened her maw just a little wider, and lolled her tongue all the way out.

Jack made a little noise in the back of his throat, something between a startled inhale, and a squeak. His eyes remained locked on her as she posed with her maw open just for him, showing off the little bit of the frozen treat on the back of her tongue from earlier cleaning.

Then, Willow continued. She gathered up the last bit of the white ice-cream on her paw, and took it into her mouth. She kept her eyes on his as she clacked her jaws shut and swallowed audibly. The purr that followed her actions snapped Jack’s gaze from the little smirk on her lips, and to her eyes instead.

Jack cleared his throat and returned to his own ice-cream; his red cheeks very easily visible to Willow.

Now she knew for sure he was interested, and she just figured out the perfect way to tempt him.

“So, we’ve got the next three days off to rest and recover from the battle,” Jack said. He took another bite of his ice cream, and stared straight ahead, not chancing another look at Willow. “Do you have any plans?”

That actually caught the Meowscarada off-guard. She wasn’t really sure what she’d want to do given the chance and the days off. They could always train and come up with new strategies, but that was a near daily thing anyways.

And if tonight went the way she wanted it, she knew how the two of them would at least be spending their evenings for the next three days. Hopefully longer, if everything went well. Much, much longer.

But aside from her plans to tempt Jack into pumping her full of kittens (she could dream), she wasn’t too sure. There was always the option to visit the park, and perform magic for the children and the younger Pokémon in the city. The two could always go on a short vacation or maybe camp out in the wilderness. She’d keep him safe, of course. And warm too, specifically in a sleeping bag. Just the two of them…

Willow frowned, and then shrugged. She then pointed to Jack, and tilted her head. What did he have planned? She idly lapped at her ice cream while they walked along the path.

“Oh, nothing crazy. I did want to make the trek back to Floaroma Town and visit Grandma soonish, but I don’t wanna drag you with me if you’d rather not go,” Jack replied.

Willow hummed and gave a nod. She glanced back down to her paw, and wiggled her now clean digits. What was she forgetting? She dragged Jack out on a walk this way for a very specific reason, and now she forgot why. Damn him and being so cute and lovely. His whole ice cream thing threw her off entirely.

The duo turned around a little bend in the path and wandered closer toward the edge of the shore. That’s when she saw it, the whole reason that she dragged him out here in the first place!

There was a bench sitting near the edge of the river. It was out of the way and hidden by trees. If anyone were to spot them from the path, they would only be able to see their upper halves. Willow found this out one evening during a walk while Jack was out late volunteering at the Pokémon Centre.

She had been minding her own business, enjoying the evening, and maybe practicing a magic trick or two—she loved the reactions Jack had to her new tricks. She had heard a repetitive kind of smacking noise on her walk, and by the time she had found out what it was, she was almost within arms reach of the two.

Of course, she had ducked down into the bushes to get a closer look. Not that she’d ever admit it to anyone.

Still, despite her evenings of web browsing during particularly desperate times, she’d never seen a human take so much Mightyena cock before. Willow would have been more worried, if it weren’t for the look of absolute bliss on the person’s face.

Humans were certainly kinky fuckers.

Willow broke herself out of her thoughts, that warmth between her thighs reminding her of the reason she dragged Jack out this way.

The Meowscarada lunged and grabbed Jack’s wrist, not even waiting for her human to follow as she started pulling him toward the bench.

“Woah, hey, easy hun, I’m coming,” Jack protested.

Not yet he wasn’t. But he would be… very soon.

Willow pulled Jack in front of the bench, and released him. She huffed and pointed at the bench, fixing him with a look that left no room for arguing. Jack complied, and moved to sit down.

Wait!

Willow stopped him, and shuffled Jack just a little bit to the right. Juuuust far enough to avoid that spot on the bench that had been absolutely slathered in Mightyena spooge only a few nights ago. This half of the bench was better, definitely. She also refused to answer Jack’s confused look, and encouraged him down once more.

“You sure you’re okay hun? Didn’t hit your head too hard in the fight or anything?” Jack laughed, but his tone was sincere. Willow knew Jack was more than ready to drop everything and take her to the Centre if she needed him to.

Willow shook her head, and gave him a reassuring smile. She waved her paw at him, brushing off the question and encouraging him all the way back on the bench. He complied, and shuffled a little bit, leaving Willow enough room to sit beside him on the bench.

Imagine his surprise when Willow whirled around, and plopped her toned rear right on his lap!

“Oof! W-Willow, I think you’re a little too big for lap cuddles. You’re not a little Weed-Kitty any mooorrrreee…” Jack trailed off when Willow turned around, and gave him an absolutely scathing glare. How dare he even suggest she might be any less than lithe and svelte. “Sorry, I just meant I don’t think there’s enough lap for you, hun.”

They both knew that was nonsense. Jack had a rather good reason for not wanting Willow to seat herself in his lap, however. That rather good reason would make Willow’s seat a little more questionable and uncomfortable.

Willow was well aware of this fact, and responded by pressing herself all the way back, shoving her back against Jack’s chest. She shuffled side to side and got comfy, wriggling her rear side-to-side on his lap, rather intentionally grinding down right onto his crotch.

Jack made another little awkward noise, something similar to a squeak as the much stronger feline wriggled her lovely hips and settled into his lap. There was no way she didn’t feel his growing erection pressed up against her ass.

But she didn’t even react! She just settled into his lap and leaned just a little further back, enjoying her spot. The Meowscarada lapped at her ice-cream with little drags of her tongue, and took a deep breath, enjoying the evening.

“Er, s-sorry, hun,” Jack spoke.

Willow waved him off. It was more than fine; she wasn’t upset by his words. Jack wasn’t apologizing for his words though. How she didn’t react to the bulge in his pants wedged up against her rear was a mystery to him. Still, if she wasn’t going to mention it, neither was he.

Jack shifted beneath Willow, and used his free arm to wrap around her middle, holding her against his chest. Willow made the surprised noise this time, not at all expecting him to make a move just yet. She huffed, feeling just a little bit hotter under her fur and between her thighs.

Willow leaned back and looked to the side, gazing at Jack intently. There was only a small distance between the two, and she was more than ready to-

“Your ice cream is melting, hun.”

Oh fuck! Her plan!

Willow lunged forward and buried her face into the mess of vanilla ice cream that had already started dribbling over her other paw. She slurped at it and did her best to contain the mess, she still needed it for her teasing and tempting!

Jack laughed to himself, though he quickly stopped when he felt Willow’s claws sink into the leg of his pants. Right, no laughing at the infinitely more powerful cat that was literally sitting on his dick. There was a time and place for everything, and right now he had to be a good trainer/seat.

Willow swirled her tongue in the first little bit of the cone, catching up to the portion that had melted. Finally, she pulled back with a little pop of the seal that the suction of her muzzle and the fluid ice-cream made in the cone, and a “mwah~” as she took a breath.

Jack froze, and couldn’t help but look at the absolute mess of Willow’s maw. The white fluid in the fur around her lips, and dribbling down her chin. Strands of saliva and melted ice-cream stringing from between her teeth and tongue. The slick, white, sweet cream that clung to her tongue and pooled at the back of her mouth. Those short, hot breaths escaping her open maw.

He realized he was staring, and glanced away for a moment. Jack couldn’t help but look once more, and came to a startling realization that Willow was staring at him. She was holding her mouth open for him!

Willow’s eyes narrowed when she pressed her hips back just a little bit more. She could feel that extremely obvious throbbing in Jack’s pants now, and that just made her more excited. She let out a low, lusty purr, and closed her mouth with a click of her sharp teeth. Then, she swallowed hard, audibly, much more so than necessary. The little backward tilt of her head just sold her display further.

The grip on Jack’s own cone slipped, sending his semi-frozen treat to the ground with a splat.

Willow shivered in his lap, her thighs rubbing together just a little more obviously now. Her shifting and moving only caused her ass to grind more firmly against his boner, her toned rear working against him. The Meowscarada leaned forward and let out another lusty little purr. She brought one of her paws up to cup Jack’s cheek, and forced him to keep his gaze on her. A smirk graced her lips, and she opened her mouth once again, showing off those razor-sharp teeth, her long tongue, and the warm depths of her muzzle.

Willow was displaying that, yes, she did swallow.

“I… uh…” Jack struggled to form words. “You, uh, I-I mean, do you… maybe-“

Willow leaned in and pressed her lips against his, working her vanilla flavored tongue against his lips. It took a moment before he returned the kiss. His movements were unsure—he wasn’t confident he should keep going.

Willow relented a touch. Maybe she was going too fast. Still… That pressure against her ass didn’t seem like he was uncomfortable with it. She gave another little wriggle of her hips, causing the arm around her middle to tighten.

No, he was definitely into it.

Maybe her plan to ride him until his legs stopped working and his hips were bruised wasn’t the best idea out in public after all. She didn’t think Jack would stop her, but… Maybe a more familiar and comforting environment would help him relax just a touch.

She could wait a little longer. After all, they had some time off, and now she knew he was definitely interested.

With a brief nuzzle against his cheek, Willow wriggled out of his lap, and stood up once more. She took the remains of her ice-cream and popped it into her mouth. A glance down at Jack’s lap caused her eyes to widen.

His reaction was… fairly sizable. His cheeks were red, his chest was rising and falling a touch faster than normal, and his pants… Well. She may have caused a wet spot to form on his thighs from all her grinding and shifting. Not to mention the sizable package hidden by one, maybe two layers of fabric.

“W-Willow, are you sure you wanna… I mean, I like the idea, but I want to make sure you’re okay with it.” Jack stood up, and glanced down. He gave an embarrassed laugh and did his best to adjust himself, much to the amusement of Willow. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to do anything with me. You’re allowed to see other people too, you-“

With a roll of her eyes, Willow leaned in and planted her paw against Jack’s face once again. Now that her human was effectively silenced, she took her free paw and pressed a single digit against his chest. She slowly, carefully, worked the point of her claw down his front, that sharp digit catching against the fabric of his shirt and threatening to tear it in half. Her movements were intentionally careful, however, to make sure she didn’t harm him.

Her paw worked lower and lower, down over his middle, and past his hips. She paused, hovering over his groin, and looked back up at him. A smirk graced her lips, and she winked, before planting her paw against the bulge in his pants, shamelessly groping him several times. A purr worked from her throat, enjoying the firm yet yielding shape of her trainer’s cock.

She’d have him–very soon.

Willow finally pulled away, and took a few steps back. Her tongue darted out to lick at her lips, cleaning them off the best she could without any kind of mirror. This also served the added benefit of distracting Jack further.

She raised a paw and crooked a digit, encouraging him toward her.

He followed as Willow led him away with a sway in her step. Jack’s gaze fell upon the Meowscarada’s rear while they walked, lingering on the small patch of glistening fur between her thighs. The two made their way back home, both with very similar thoughts now running through their minds.

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“Uhm, is this good, hun?” Jack asked. He was settled back onto their couch, with a blanket in his arms, in nothing but some comfy sweatpants. Willow had insisted on him being shirtless for the cuddle session she asked for.

Willow nodded an affirmative, and gave him a sultry little look. The low, pleased purr that rolled from her throat made Jack shift a little in a mix of excitement and nervousness. This wasn’t exactly something he was expecting to be doing tonight.

Jack wasn’t being forced into this—Arceus, he was excited for it too. He just wasn’t exactly well experienced in this field. Sure, he’d had the occasional highschool fling, or the few one-night-stands after a particularly successful battle win and bar trip when he was younger. But this intimate cuddling with arguably the closest person he had in his life?

Completely new territory. He really didn’t want to fuck this up.

Willow didn’t seem to mind at all, if the little flicking of her tail meant anything. Feline Pokémon usually moved their tails when they were hunting something. Did that make him prey?

Before he could ponder that thought for too much longer, he found the bare form—if being covered in fur could be called bare—of Willow clambering into his lap. Evidently, she had found a movie to watch and wanted to claim her spot on the couch. Him.

Jack gave a little grunt of effort when the Meowscarada turned around, and plopped herself down firmly into his lap. She leaned back against his chest, and kicked her feet up, settling herself in with what had to be a very intentional wiggle of her hips. That now familiar warmth was back in his lap, pressed against the growing length through the much thinner material of his sweats.

“So, we’re just cuddling for now? We’re just going to feel this out?” Jack asked.

Willow nodded in response. She adjusted her weight further and settled the curve of her toned ass right against his crotch, wedging the barely contained length against herself. Then, she leaned back further, her back against his chest and her head resting against his collarbone. She took a deep breath, and let out a purr, the sound vibrating her chest, and tickling Jack’s skin with the movement of her fur.

Jack laughed nervously, his hands bunched up at his sides, unsure of where to rest them. Hesitantly, he moved to wrap his arms around the Meowscarada. His arms crossed over her middle and held Willow securely to his chest, which only caused her to wiggle a little deeper into the cuddles.

She reached to the side and grabbed at the blanket that had been draped over the back of the couch. A tug brought the blanket over the two of them, and she fussed at the fabric a little bit, making sure everything was properly settled into place.

With the two set up for the movie, they turned their attention to the screen. Neither was able to focus properly though. Jack was nervous, exceedingly so. He could feel Willow’s body pressed so perfectly against his own, and his excitement never let up. Willow had a hard time keeping her eyes on the screen when all she wanted was to pull down his pants and make this cuddling a little more intimate.

The romantic comedy that the two of them had agreed upon played a little too loudly on the screen. Jack had turned up the volume a touch to disguise his nervous breathing, and muted the purring of Willow.

Jack shifted one of his arms downward and dragged his palm along Willow’s side. His fingers curled a touch, allowing him to comb his way through her sleek fur. His fingers grazed against her, but Willow perked up all the same. She crossed her arms in front of herself, and grabbed his wrist. Jack’s hand was repositioned against her tummy, and she shifted in place from the contact.

He began stroking her belly fur, much to Willow’s satisfaction. She released the grip on his wrist and dragged her paw down his arm, working those soft paw pads over his skin. She settled back against him and turned her head to the side, resting against his chest to listen to his heartbeat.

His heart was still beating rather quickly.

Those fingers on her middle continued their gentle kneading and brushing, however.

Willow relented for the moment. Maybe she was coming on a little strong? She glanced up, and looked at Jack’s face, trying to discern what he could be feeling. She could tell he was aroused, that much was obvious with his cock threatening to shred his pants. What she wouldn’t give to be a psychic sometimes, it would make communication so much easier.

Jack continued his nervous brushing of Willow’s tummy fur, fingers working from the bottom of her chest to the line of her hips, just feeling out the situation. Clearly, she was ready for more, but Jack hadn’t been expecting things to move this quickly. A movie night, some cuddling, maybe a few kisses if they were feeling adventurous.

With Willow so blatantly grinding against him and showing off for him, though, he wasn’t sure how to act. Things were going a little faster than normal. They hadn’t cuddled properly for a good while now, not since she had evolved and began acting more aloof. Maybe it was a pride thing?

“H-hey, Willow?” Jack began quietly. “Can we just stay like this for now?”

The Meowscarada in his lap looked up once more, meeting Jack’s eyes, before he looked away again. His hand settled on her middle, and just held her close, shifting back and forth with tiny motions.

Willow’s ears folded back a tad and she nodded. She had been coming on too strong after all. Here she was thinking that Jack was harboring the same barely-restrained lust and love that she held. He didn’t tell her he didn’t want it, and she knew he would tell her as much.

She just had to give him a little more time.

Willow shifted herself in his lap, and adjusted herself further, rotating herself so her shoulders and head were pressed against Jack’s chest. Her arms snaked out and curled around one of his arms, pulling it close and cuddling it against her chest. Willow nuzzled her head against his chest, and provided several little licks of affection. The purr that rolled from her seemed to relax Jack, much to her delight.

“Thanks, hun. Sorry, just give me a little bit, okay?” Jack asked. Willow relented and nodded, settling herself in to look at the screen instead. Still, she couldn’t help shifting against Jack a little, the itch between her thighs still fierce.

Jack took a long, deep breath, and let out a sigh. He relaxed a little further into the couch, and turned his attention to the screen as well. His brushing movements grew a little longer in response, just stroking through her tummy fluff much more confidently.

Neither was aware of how long they sat like that, watching the movie, pressed close up one another. The blanket helped keep the heat of their bodies in. As time passed and the movie played Willow’s weight on his lap started to feel familiar and comforting.

“Have you wanted to do this for a while?” Jack finally asked.

Willow nodded and held up a paw, extending two digits to him.

“Two months?”

She shook her head.

“Two years?” He asked. “Around when you evolved? Is that why you were more distant?”

Willow shrugged, and tilted her paw side-to-side in a so-so motion. She rubbed her cheek against his chest a tad, and shifted higher to nuzzle up against his neck and under his chin, a deep rumbling purr escaping her as she sighed.

“So, what, just a cat thing?” Jack laughed.

Willow replied with a paw straight to the face, batting at him half-heartedly. Still, she gave a little nod. They were both well into adulthood by the time she had evolved again. Her new body had provided new feelings and sensations that made her feel… weird. Going from being comfortable in her own body and fully content with life and her relationships, to changing all over again was rough.

The evolution had brought its own external issues as well. Attention, for one. She saw the occasional glances Jack gave her, though his eyes never lingered nor did he make her uncomfortable with touches or words. He gave her all the space she needed to get used to herself again. The same couldn’t be said for others.

Lecherous comments from complete strangers, Pokémon and human alike, had been unexpected. So had the weird people asking Jack to buy her as if she were a pet. They usually left after a single refusal, though some were persistent.

Willow still fondly recalled when Jack had punched one of the so-called “breeders” in the teeth. Arceus, that had been satisfying. So had her defense of Jack when the other man’s Liepard burst from his Pokeball. Putting down the aggressive male Pokémon had been absurdly therapeutic.

That last little interaction had encouraged her to research some things, however. Now that she had paws that could articulate like human fingers to some extent, the use of the computer had been simple.

Oh, and what a treasure trove she had found…

“So, why me? I mean, you’re a pretty Pokémon, I’m sure you could get anyone you want,” Jack finally asked. The brushing motion of his fingers grew deeper and firmer, working over her core. His fingers pressed into the divots of her abdomen and worked over her musculature beneath her fur, which caused Willow to shiver.

The Meowscarada hummed in thought, before she leaned up and pressed her nose against his neck, nuzzling into him a little harder. She brought a paw up and cradled the back of his head, pulling him down to meet her lips in a soft, passionate kiss.

Then, she fixed him with a flat look, and pointed to the computer sitting in the corner.

“Oh.” Jack blushed at the kiss and the comment. “I guess I forgot you could use the computer without me back then, didn’t I?” He idly drummed his fingers against her middle, and shifted a little bit. “Uh… Sorry? I should have cleared my history back then, hun. Well, maybe not. You don’t seem to- mmf!”

Willow rolled her eyes and muffled Jack with another little kiss. She broke the lip-lock with a huff, and then narrowed her eyes, batting at the top of his head with a playful little purr. Jack protested and ducked his head down to hide his face in her fur.

The duo settled back down after a moment. Jack leaned down to press a kiss against the top of her head, and then returned to his reclined position, with Willow tucked against his chest. Her head was sideways on his chest again, listening to his heartbeat.

Much more relaxed now.

He was still very much hard beneath her, but she couldn’t feel any hesitation in his movements or motions. Only soft brushing and kneading of her middle. His fingers would glide lower every so often, causing Willow to purr just a little bit louder.

Still, they watched the movie quietly. The awkward air between the two seemed to have faded away, replaced by that warm comfort and familiarity of their daily lives. Nothing had to change between them even if something happened. They were still them, and they worked really well together.

Willow noticed throughout the course of the movie that Jack’s fingers slipped higher and higher from time to time, before he caught himself, and worked lower instead. She moved one of her paws to press against his wrist, guiding his hand just a bit lower.

The feline shifted in his lap a tad when Jack’s fingers started to brush along her thighs after a moment of hesitation. He glanced down at her, while Willow looked up. She nodded, and purred a little louder; Jack smiled in response, and leaned down to kiss her forehead.

Willow’s attention on the movie started to fade as Jack’s hand brushed through the sensitive fur on her thigh. He was growing bolder as well, drifting up to her hips, or sliding along the side of her thigh on a downstroke. She purred a little louder, and gave an experimental wriggle of her hips.

Yup. Still hard underneath her. She pushed downward further, really grinding her toned rear against the prize she so badly wanted. The little huff that escaped Jack caused her to smile.

Steadily, Jack’s palm spread against her thigh. He had stopped brushing her, and moved to squeezing her. His fingers kneaded at her muscled legs, and started to dip between her thighs. His thumb provided some nice leverage, pushing into her hip with a firm rolling motion.

Willow let out a soft mewl and pushed herself firmly into Jack’s lap again, wriggling her hips intently. Her toned ass worked against his hidden length, shifting side to side, stirring up that empty feeling in her core again. Her powerful thighs spread a touch, allowing Jack more room to explore should he want it.

His hand drifted inward, his fingers curled to brush through her sensitive fur. Willow twisted herself around once again, laying her back flat against Jack’s chest, while her head tucked up beneath his chin.

“You okay, hun?” Jack asked, his breath brushing against her ears.

Willow nodded, and resisted the urge to take control. She was more than ready to go all the way and drain him, but she wanted to make him comfortable enough with it first. Clearly rushing into it only led to him being nervous. She’d let him explore at his own pace… for now.

Her soft paws moved up to trail along his other arm, pulling his hand away from her waist. With a little tug, he followed her lead, working his hand through the fur on her tummy, along her chest, to the swell of her breasts. Her chest was hidden beneath the same material as her cape, but a little shift had his hand beneath that shimmering, fur-lined material.

Jack’s fingers tightened on pure reflex, cupping one of her palm-filling breasts. Willow arched her back a touch, pushing herself into his hands. Another eager purr escaped her throat, followed by a shiver. The heat between her thighs returned quickly, encouraged onward by Jack’s exploring.

The hand between her thighs slowly, agonizingly, slid upward. Higher along the damp fur of her inner thighs, his digits brushed and rubbed her muscled legs, leaving nothing untouched. Willow and Jack both froze with the edge of his finger brushed against her crotch. Carefully, he worked his hand up and down, grazing along her snatch, while he continued to toy with her inner thighs.

“Is this alright?” Jack whispered.

Willow tilted her head back, and gazed up at her human. She grinned, her sharp teeth glinting in the light of the forgotten movie. Her paws drifted up to grab at his shoulders, stabilizing herself in his lap. Then, she took a breath, and spread her thighs wide. The motion tugged at the blanket and dragged it downward, causing the edge to pool along Willow’s lap.

Jack took a second, before he twisted his hand to the side. His palm cupped her pussy, and he curled a pair of fingers a little further than the rest, rubbing them firmly against her folds. He began to rub at her, his palm applying pressure against her hidden clit, while his fingers pressed against her slit, working up and down against her.

Willow’s reaction was instant. She bucked her hips, and tightened her grip on his shoulders, causing Jack to grimace at the claws digging into his skin. Still, he continued, pausing long enough to lean down and apply a kiss to her forehead. Her ears folded back once more, and she sighed. She settled back into his lap, giving a few rolling motions of her hips for his efforts.

With the blanket now resting over their laps, Jack could see what he was doing with her chest. His digits squeezed at her breast, and kneaded at her with slow movements, before he changed things up. He pulled his hand back and worked through her fur to find her nipple. Willow shuddered when he brushed his fingers over it, and jerked in his lap when he gave it a gentle tug.

“Want me to keep-“ Jack couldn’t even finish his question this time. Willows paw hooked the back of his head and tugged him into a deep, awkwardly positioned kiss. Still, that was all the consent he needed to continue.

Lip-locked against the eager Meowscarada, he moved onto exploring the insides of his squirming companion. Two fingers against her folds curled inward, applying a steady pressure against her soaked entrance. He curled his fingers a little further, and pushed, feeling her body spread and stretch to accommodate him. Willow’s legs tensed and she moaned into Jack’s mouth.

Jack shifted uncomfortably below Willow. Not because he didn’t enjoy this, but because he was hard enough to strain his sweats and the pressure of her toned ass grinding and shifting against him was far too distracting. Still, he persevered. A steady pressure caused his fingers to sink deeper into her, spreading her incredibly slick and strong insides around his digits.

Willow’s chest rose and fell faster with every passing moment, finally achieving her goal of being intimate with Jack. This was a touch too slow for her liking, so she planted her feet on the couch, and arched her hips up a little. She rocked herself back and forth only a few inches, enough to get Jack’s fingers to sink a bit deeper.

He got the hint, and pulled his hand back, his palm grinding against the top of her pussy as he did so. The full body shiver that rolled through her when he rocked his hand back down told him everything. Growing more confident, Jack swapped his hand over to her other breast and gave her some firm, deep squeezes, toying with her. The hand between her powerful thighs picked up the pace, palm impacting the top of her slit with soft, wet smacks. His pointer and pinky rubbed along her labia and toyed with her, while his middle and ring fingers sank into Willow repeatedly.

She was enjoying herself immensely. Sure, pawing at herself and using toys felt nice, but she was in control of them, and knew what was coming. But this felt completely different—unexpected and mysterious, not to mention intimate. The way he touched her and felt her up made her feel even more wanted than the excited reaction he had to her grinding.

“Hold on, hun, I’m going to try something,” Jack whispered into her ear. “I hope this is the same with Pokémon as it is humans…”

Before Willow could even question what he was about to do, Jack curled his fingers inside of her, and pressed them up against the top of her slick walls. Then he hunted around, rubbing and fingering her with a more focused movement, as if he was-

Then, Jack’s fingers brushed over a little rough patch inside her, slightly different to the surrounding walls currently milking his fingers. Her reaction was immediate. Willow spasmed in his lap, her hips bucking up, while her paws squeezed his shoulders tight.

“There we go…” Jack whispered. He grimaced through the pain of his Pokémon threatening to crush his shoulders with her grip. “Just relax, let me do everything…”

The hand at her chest gave her breasts one final squeeze, before he drifted his way down to her tummy. He pressed his palm flat against her abdomen, and felt her body reacting to his touch. He rocked his hand back and forth faster still, applying a firm and constant rubbing to her clit, while his fingers rocked against her g-spot repeatedly. Every press in was followed by her body tensing and rippling beneath his fingers, feeling her abs tense beneath her fur.

Willow was lost to the pleasure at this point. She had planned to pin Jack down and ride him until he complained about a bruised pelvis, but this was a very nice starting point. His confidence grew, and in turn, his experimenting on her increased as well.

She let out a long, low mewl of pleasure and shuddered in his lap again, her inner walls contracting hard against his fingers. Willow could hear the wet squelch of his fingers invading her cunt with every movement, and the soaked feeling of his pants beneath her. Her thighs clenched together for a brief moment as another spasm worked its way through her.

Willow was getting close to finishing, and if the way Jack sped up was any indication, he knew full well. His movements were rapid now, a constant application of pressure against her clit, and repeated rubbing and prodding and swirling and massaging of his fingers inside her, abusing her g-spot.

Her back arched and she looked up at Jack through half-lidded eyes, her vision hazy with pleasure. Her hips jolted and bucked again, and her walls contracted hard, threatening to crush the fingers bringing her to new heights of pleasure.

Willow attempted to vocalize a warning that she was getting close. The only thing that managed to escape her maw was needy panting, and whorish whining and moaning. She rolled her hips and her legs quivered, abs tensing up as her pleasure grew. Willow grit her teeth, drooling a tad as she tried to stave off her peak for as long as she could.

There was no stopping once she tipped over that edge. Her thighs snapped together with a firm clamp, pinning Jack’s hand in place. Her cunt clenched and squeezed hard around his fingers, milking them like a cock. She threw her head back and arched hard, lifting off of his lap, her whole body quivering in pure ecstasy.

Willow’s muscles bunched and strained, and her claws sank into Jack’s shoulders as she came. Her body bucked and rocked and jerked in his lap, but he didn’t relent. His fingers kept up their assault on her insides, fighting through her clenching muscles and shifting his hand just enough to continue abusing her most sensitive of spots.

Slowly, agonizingly, her peak started to fade. The repeated desperate rolling and bucking of her hips dropped to needy little twitches. The clamp of pure muscle that had Jack’s hand pinned relented, and her hips jolted with every little movement of his fingers.

Jack let up quickly, cupping his hand against her folds, and rubbing at her soaked outer lips. He massaged and played with her, making sure to be gentle with her after her explosive climax. Willow’s response died slowly, and the desperate attempts to pull away from that over-sensitive abuse faded as well.

Willow panted hard, now squarely back in Jack’s lap. She stared up at the ceiling, taking short, eager breaths. Idly, one of her paws moved up to grab at Jack’s arm, and hugged it to her chest. Her hazy vision flicked from the roof to the vague shape of Jack’s face.

A loud, loving purr leapt from Willow’s throat when she made eye-contact with him, and a happy little grin graced her lips. She turned her head to the side, and then her torso, laying sideways on top of Jack. There was a little shift, and then she was nuzzling up under his chin, close as she could ever want to be with her lover.

“You doing okay, Willow?” Jack asked. His hands were back to petting her again, one rubbing along her middle, while the other pet at her thighs, occasionally giving them a gentle squeeze.

Her only response was a half-hearted nod, instead choosing to curl up a little tighter onto Jack in an attempt to wait out the rolling tingles of pleasure still working through her. She’d never orgasmed that hard before, and could hardly think straight as a result. Her hips shifted a tad more, reminding her of that thick length just barely hidden away by some absolutely soaked sweats. That was entirely her fault, and she could feel the wet fur between her thighs from their play session.

Jack laughed and leaned down toward Willow. He planted a soft kiss right on her nose, and then pulled back, smiling gently all the while. Willow replied with a deeper nuzzle and her paws working along his body, wanting to make him feel just as appreciated and loved as she did.

The movie was long forgotten in the background, the words and scenes on the screen ignored. Instead, their focus was on one another. Willow’s paws worked across Jack’s bare chest and along his sides, caressing him. Jack’s own hands continued their slow movements along her sides and between her ears. Loud purrs escaped Willow as she nuzzled up against his chest.

After closing his eyes, Jack fully expected to cuddle and snuggle with Willow some more. Maybe have a nap together on the couch—he could order pizza afterward and they could talk things over.

What he wasn’t expecting was that blanket to be flung straight at his face. The angle of the throw caused the fabric to wrap around his head, making it difficult to move in a swift fashion. This was all the better for Willow and the plan she was about to execute.

The Meowscarada sat up and shimmied her way down the couch, her paws dragging along his sides. Those sharp claws prickled at his skin and moved all the way down to his hips. There was no hesitation when she grasped the hem of his pants and yanked them down, hard enough for him to slide down the couch. Human made fabrics were no match to the impossibly powerful feline that wanted what was beneath them.

Willow bundled up Jack’s pants and tossed them into the corner with a huff. Her paws grasped his legs and pried them further apart, giving her room to lay down between them. One of those powerful paws grasped the base of his length and held him, idly squeezing and rolling her digits along it.

Jack froze, and his breath caught in his throat at the contact of those soft paw pads against his shaft. There was a kind of warmth hovering over the tip of his length, but he couldn’t see with that damn blanket in the way. The strong paw holding his cock started to glide upward, slowly working against him, before sliding back down to the base.

Finally, Jack managed to untangle himself from the blanket wrapped around his face, and tossed the offending fabric to the side. What he was left with was not at all something he expected to see today.

Willow was laying between his legs. One of her paws rested on a thigh, while the other one held his cock, slowly working him up and down. Her mouth was open, and her tongue lolled out, hanging threateningly over the head of his length. Jack stared, and his cock gave a delighted throb in Willow’s paw, causing her to smile the best she could with an open mouth.

The duo gazed at one another for a long moment, unmoving. Willow was waiting for permission, while Jack was waiting for her to start.

…

Willow rolled her eyes and leaned forward, curling her tongue under the tip of his shaft, cupping it with that bristled tongue. She was careful, more than aware of her own anatomy. With a huff, Willow fixed her gaze on Jack, and raised an eyebrow.

“O-oh,” Jack stammered. “Yes, that’s ok-fuck!”

Willow didn’t hesitate, her sharp-toothed maw lunging down to consume half of his cock in a single motion. Her tongue curled around his length and ground against his shaft on the way down. With her lips sealed around his cock, she started to pull back. Her tongue arched out of the way to avoid rubbing him with the barbs on her tongue. Instead, she tilted her muzzle back, using her jaw to adjust his length and rub him against the ribbed roof of her mouth.

Jack shuddered, his fingers curling up by his side on the couch. His legs twitched and the automatic response was to squeeze them shut to avoid the powerful jaws of the feline between them. One of his legs was pinned between her side and the couch, and the other managed to make only a little progress inward, before being forced back with a single shove from Willow, her paw gripping him firmly.

The paw grasping his length started to squeeze him on the upstroke, and then relaxed on the way down, stroking him off into her mouth. The motions were well timed, the top of the stroke meeting her lips on the way down. Her head bobbed steadily up and down, rubbing his tip aggressively against the roof of her mouth, before she buried him into her warm, wet maw once more. Each bob down had her tongue grinding and pressing hard against Jack’s cock, guiding it deeper.

“Ah, shhhit hun, slow down a little,” Jack begged. “Just give me a second, I- mnnf~ j-just go a little slower, your teasing, ah, got to me…”

In other words, her teasing had riled him up and he was worried about finishing too soon. Willow narrowed her eyes, and clamped down around his length a little harder. Instead of slowing down, she clenched her paw a tad tighter. She swapped from long, steady pumping motions to short quick jerks of her wrist, working back and forth rapidly.

Jack’s hands flew down to grasp at her head, his fingers threading through her fur and doing his best to hold her in place. Unfortunately, he was up against a horny Meowscarada who could throw around someone multiple times his size with relatively little effort. No, her efforts went unimpeded. If anything, the descent of her muzzle onto his length sped up, and the lip lock around his cock grew tighter. Occasionally Jack could feel the barbs on her tongue or her sharp teeth graze his cock, but nothing ever happened to him. She was simply reminding him of the danger he was in if he struggled or moved too much—not that she would ever hurt him.

Willow gave a wicked little giggle around his cock and pulled back to his tip. Her lips remained pursed against him, while her tongue cradled the head of his shaft. Constant rolling motions against his length had Jack arch his back, his hips jerking instinctively toward her muzzle.

“Willow, please… f-fuck! J-just slow-“

He was silenced when Willow started purring. The vibrations rolled along the length of his shaft and added to the sensations sending pleasure shooting through him. Her paw held his length tight, pumping him rapidly. She stroked him hard, milking his cock straight into her muzzle.

His hips bucked and his fingers tightened in her fur. The paw on his thigh had to pin him down because of how hard he was squirming. Willow held him down as his length began to throb and jerk in her grip, and pulse in her maw.

Jack grit his teeth and arched his back hard, whole body quivering from the sensations. Willow narrowed her eyes and suckled on him more intently, barely faltering as the first spurt of salty human cum shot across her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She smirked around his length and pumped him hard, stroking him off into her maw.

Thick, heavy ropes of cum coated the inside of her mouth with every second that passed, while Jack struggled and panted, his hips bucking. Well, he moved as much as he could with Willow pinning him down and draining his balls.

Willow felt her cheeks start to bulge out a little from the volume of cum Jack was pumping into her maw, and gave a little swallow, taking down some of that salty white mess with a lewd little gulp. Finally, when he stopped squirming, Willow released her grip on his cock. Instead, she dove down deeper onto his cock, and worked her tongue against his length now, the barbs on her tongue coated in cum and now sliding effortlessly across his shaft.

A paw tapped at Jack’s thigh once half a minute had passed, allowing him to catch his breath. He dropped his gaze from the ceiling and focused on Willow, who was still suckling on his cock, gentle against his sensitive length.

Once Jack looked at her, Willow purred a little louder and began to pull back. Jack cursed and shifted uncomfortably as the suction on his cock increased the further she pulled back. Willow nursed on the tip of his cock for a moment longer, before she pulled off with a wet pop and a gasp. Her mouth closed immediately, and she tilted her head back a tad to prepare herself.

Then, she leaned in and opened her muzzle.

Thick strings of cum hung down from her teeth and the roof of her mouth, and coated her tongue in that thick, salty fluid. She grinned, even with a mouth full of cum, and lolled out her tongue a little further, showing off every inch of her maw, and all of his cum drooling down to pool against the back of her throat. Showing off the messy prize she managed to work from him.

Willow snapped her jaws closed with a click of teeth, with a little bit of cum drooling down across her lips and chin. She swallowed hard, once, twice, a pause, then a third time. Each gulp was audible, and Jack stared transfixed as he watched and listened to his seed being swallowed.

Willow shuffled forward and rested her head on his pelvis, her cheek pressed against his spit-slick cock. Her tongue lolled out and she opened her maw wide, showing off the spotless interior and clean pink surfaces, mimicking the ice-cream earlier that night. She had swallowed everything, and had no problem showing it off.

Willow rose to all fours soon after, looming over Jack. She prowled forward, and crawled her way up his chest, moving until she was on all fours right above him.

Jack panted and tried to catch his breath as the Meowscarada hovered over him, not pinning him to the couch, but insinuating that he wouldn’t be going anywhere. Not that he could do much to escape the powerful Pokémon above him, with her legs and arms planted over him like a cage.

“Where… I don’t-“ Once more, Jack was silenced by Willow. She crashed her lips against his and held herself there, her tongue dancing against his. A paw slipped under his head and neck, and she pulled him upright. Now that he was upright, Willow shifted backward, and dropped her hips.

She planted herself right on his crotch, her wet groin directly against his spent shaft. Willow’s hips jerked forward of their own volition from contact, grinding herself firmly against Jack. The two moaned into the kiss, and Willow’s eager purr tickled her human’s lips.

They finally broke the kiss, the two both taking deep breaths, staring at one another. Jack leaned forward and pressed his forehead to Willow’s, and gave her nose a soft smooch. She blushed in spite of their situation, her cheeks growing a shade darker.

“Heh… Love you too, hun.” Jack grunted when Willow gave a firm, eager grind of her hips downward, pressing against his length hard. “Ah, hun, g-give me a few minutes, I’ll be ready then. Let me eat you out or- wah!”

Willow’s paws clamped down on Jack’s shoulders once again, and she shoved him back down against the couch. The move was so forceful that he bounced a little from the impact, and was left staring up at the half-lidded eyes of a very horny Meowscarada.

“Uh…” Jack laughed nervously. “H-hey, I don’t know how it works with most Pokémon, but guys usually need a little pause before going again.”

Willow merely smirked, and glanced down between the two of them. She worked one of her paws between them and grasped his cock, giving it a light squeeze. A gentle push had Jack’s length pinned against his core, and Willow gave him all of a second to prepare himself.

She rocked her hips forward and shuffled herself higher along his body, and dipped her hips down once more. Jack cursed and grit his teeth as Willow planted herself against the underside of his cock and began grinding against him. Her pussy hugged the length laying along it, and she smeared her need across his cock with every lusty grind of her hips.

“Ah! W-Willow, easy hun!” Jack yelped, his over-sensitive cock being assaulted by soft fur, slick Meowscarada cunt, and a paw that continued to rub and work over the head of his shaft. “Just, a little slower, please.”

Willow huffed above him, but complied. She stopped her full length grinding against him, and shifted to a lazy side-to-side wiggle of her hips, keeping a constant pressure on his cock. Still, she purred with contentment, enjoying this close contact with her lover.

Jack watched Willow on top of him with wide eyes. He hadn’t expected her to be this eager for him. Sure, that little escapade in the park had given him some hints, but this? He was going to need some water soon if she got her way.

His hands drifted down to her hips, and he gave her a firm squeeze. The reaction was immediate, with her side-to-side motions shifting to a back-and-forth grinding once again. The duo rocked their hips, and Willow gazed down at Jack with a smirk.

Now things were going where she wanted. Still, something was just a little off…

Willow’s paws dropped down to her hips to grasp Jack’s wrists. She pulled his hands off of herself and gripped them firmly, then, she rocked forward, her whole body shifting until both of his hands were pinned up beside his head. This had the effect of lifting her off his length as well, allowing his cock to spring back upright and press against Willow’s snatch.

“Willow, go slow, please,” Jack looked up at her.

The Meowscarada looked down at her human, and gave him a wry smile. She leaned in, closer and closer to his face, looming over him. Jack closed his eyes, ready to make out with her, and to feel her ride him silly. Her breath washed over him, and he-

Jack blinked when Willow gave him a soft kiss right on the nose. Her grip on his wrists eased up, and she trailed her paws down his arms, then along his sides. She sat up on her knees, and hovered over his midriff, sliding her paws down over Jack’s hips, then up along her legs. Those paws made their way to her chest, and she cupped her breasts, squeezing them for his benefit. The little moan and purr that slipped out of her lips hitched a touch when she dropped her hips, and the tip of Jack’s cock wedged up against her slick folds.

Willow shifted her hips side to side, rocking herself against the head of his cock, grinding herself firmly against him. A slight dip with each move threatened to spread her open, only to just avoid spreading herself open.

Jack was transfixed as he watched her trim hips work over him, teasing him, toying with him. One of Willow’s paws dragged down her front, and dropped down in between her thighs. She leaned away from Jack and arched her back. Two of her digits pressed against her pussy, and she spread her digits apart, showing off the slick interior between her labia. Willow kept herself spread and dropped her hips further, shifting herself side to side, wriggling her hips as she started to spread out around Jack’s cock.

Willow’s movements paused when she felt Jack finally slip into her, his length spreading her in the most delightful way. The fur on the back of her neck and along her arms stood from the thrill that ran through her.

She kept her paw between her thighs, spreading herself open, and lifted her hips. She rose higher, her entrance gripping the head of his cock, before she began pressing down once more. She rocked her hips side-to-side, each change of direction causing her to work just that little bit further onto him. She continued this on her way down, her trim hips shaking as she worked inch after inch of thick cock inside of her.

Willow was too lost in the act to realize when she had bottomed out onto Jack, his length filling her perfectly. She shivered and clenched her thighs together, her inner walls squeezing and clamping down on Jack’s cock.

Jack grit his teeth and groaned, but he kept his hands off of Willow. Instead, he lifted his hips, raising the needy feline several inches higher, before he settled back down again, lost in the feeling of that slick Meowscarada cunt rippling around his cock.

No words were spoken when the duo made eye contact once again. Willow panted softly, and then narrowed her eyes, a sharp grin coming to her face. She rose up on his lap, her walls gripping Jack’s shaft firmly. Higher and higher she went, until the tip of his cock threatened to slip free from her. Then, she dropped her hips, burying herself to the base and taking his cock into her in a single motion.

Jack arched his back and jerked his hips up to meet her. He lifted Willow several inches high, before settling back down, letting the toned Meowscarada ass impact his crotch once more. Willow shuddered in his lap, and rocked herself side-to-side, grinding on his length. She rolled her hips back and forth, sitting firmly on his cock, enjoying the way he stretched her so perfectly.

Jack shifted beneath her, trying to grind up into that tight, slick Meowscarada cunt. However, Willow took this moment to shove herself down, driving his hips back down into the couch. With her trainer pinned beneath her, Willow lifted herself up, hovering around the halfway point, and then buried herself back onto him. The resulting smack of ass on hips rocked the couch, driving the breath from his lungs.

With Jack effectively pinned underneath her, Willow leaned further back, and planted her paws on her trainer’s knees. She shifted her legs to plant her feet at Jack’s waist, and give herself some proper leverage.

Jack had the perfect view to watch Willow lift herself up off his cock, higher and higher, and could feel her insides clenching around him. He couldn’t help the groan that left his lips when she sank back down onto him, her walls squeezing his shaft.

Willow kept herself leaned backward, one paw braced on and pinning his legs. One of her other paws came back around, and pressed against her core. She slid her digits down her belly and down between her thighs once more, pressing two digits against the top of her slit. Tight, slow circles against her clit had Willow’s inside clench and squeeze in the most delightful of ways.

“F-fuck! Willow, I-“

A sharp glare from the Meowscarada currently riding his cock had him shut his mouth. Her expression shifted to a softer one, and she rewarded him for his compliance by sinking all the way to the base on him, and rocking her hips side-to-side, swirling herself around while balls deep on his cock. Those tight, powerful muscles squeezed and rippled along his length, milking his cock into her. He couldn’t help bucking his hips, though the motion was ineffective against his much stronger partner.

Still, Willow decided it would be a good time to pick things up. She intentionally clenched herself around Jack’s shaft, and rose halfway up, only to drop herself down a moment later. Then, she did it again, lifting her powerful insides up along his length, and slamming down to the base, bouncing him off the couch.

Willow quickly established a rhythm riding him. Her leaned back position had his cock constantly and continuously grinding against her g-spot and abusing her insides in the most delightful of ways. She shuddered and arched over him, unable to help the lusty moan that rolled from her.

Jack grunted and shifted, feeling the familiar tightness building up in his core already. He opened his mouth to warn Willow to slow down, only to be assaulted with several rapid bounces down into his lap, his Meowscarada riding him eagerly. He could already tell his hips would be aching after this, but for now…

Fuck, he wanted to cum inside her, so badly. He rolled his hips the best he could in his position, working just that extra inch or two against her. Willow’s paw tightened up against his thigh, her claws prickling bare skin as she became even more forceful, if such a thing were possible.

Willow’s paw became a blur as she rubbed her clit furiously, a combination of balls deep filling, the sound of Jack moaning and panting and squirming beneath her driving her pleasure to new heights. She could feel the beginning spasms of orgasm working through her, tight and slick insides fluttering and contracting, eager to milk that thick cock filling her.

Jack wasn’t faring much better, the heat in his lower belly building, feeling that sensation growing tighter, inching him closer to the edge with every moment. His hands flew downward on instinct, and gripped Willow’s hips, squeezing her firmly in an attempt to grind her deeper.

In the throes of pleasure, she didn’t mind at all, only continuing her rapid, eager riding. It was only a matter of time until one of them broke, and Willow found herself quickly careening toward the edge.

It was Jack that finished first. He bucked his hips and cried out silently to the open air, his whole body tensing and thrashing beneath the Meowscarada milking his cock. Words were useless in this situation, the only thing Jack was capable of was bucking his hips upward, and unloading himself into Willow.

Hot, thick gushes of cum pumped balls deep into that tight, gripping Meowscarada cunt. Her inner walls clenched and squeezed and milked his length hard as he came, encouraging him to empty his balls into her completely. Despite finishing into Willow’s mouth earlier, he came hard, if not harder than before. He saw stars as orgasm washed over him, losing all sense of balance and stability, everything in his mind focused on pumping a litter of kittens into the needy feline bouncing herself on his throbbing cock.

Willow’s own situation wasn’t much better. She tried to keep her composure and her dominant attitude above Jack, but the second his hands gripped her hips, she lost all coherent thought. All she wanted to do was fuck him silly and get filled. Her insides clenched and squeezed and rippled and milked his length.

Then, that first gush of cum shot straight into her, and Willow’s mind went blank. She slammed her hips down and bounced on him relentlessly, up and down, shifting the slightest amount as her cunt clamped down on him, milking him for all he was worth. Her paw worked furiously at her clit, and all her energy was focused on making sure Jack was drained.

Willow kept herself pinned balls deep on him, her folds repeatedly clenching and squeezing and working his throbbing cock without end. She bucked and jerked and writhed above him, instinct demanding that she take every drop from him through her orgasm.

Jack’s hips quivered and he dropped flat against the couch, subject to the endless clenching and quivering of the Meowscarada above him. He looked through half-lidded eyes and swore he could see her core tighten beneath her fur.

Gradually, Willow’s thrashing and eager riding of his shaft slowed down, and the full-body shaking and tensing reduced to the occasional muscle twitch and jerk of her hips. Panting hard, Willow sat herself up, and slumped forward a little, eyes closed, chest rising and falling rapidly.

“F-fuck. I can’t feel my legs, hun,” Jack huffed. His hands gave a reflexive squeeze against her hips, causing Willow to mewl in pleasure. She squirmed a touch in his lap, her walls giving a soft clench around his shaft to keep him hard.

The two looked down at the union between their bodies, both immensely pleased at watching their combined fluids seeping out around Jack’s cock and puddling on his crotch. Willow shivered at the sight, the knowledge that she made Jack cum inside her caused her lust to spike once more.

The duo sat silent for a long moment, eyes roaming over one another’s forms. Willow brought her paws to her chest, and steadily worked them down her body, over her core, giving herself a moment to rub at her lower belly, roughly where she figured Jack had pumped his seed into her.

Then, her paws fell to her hips, and grasped the hands that held her. She gave Jack a soft squeeze, and then pried his hands from her hips.

With a single, forceful move, she fell forward. Willow forced Jack’s arms above his head, and pinned them down against the arm of the couch. She darted forward and kissed him hard, her tongue tangling with his eagerly, almost as energetically as before. Jack moaned into the kiss, and huffed through his nose, able to feel Willow’s own satisfied purrs through their tongue contact.

Willow finally broke the kiss, and pulled away with a lusty huff, saliva stringing between their lips. She looked down at him, and shifted herself on his lap, just a soft side-to-side motion. Jack grimaced, and his hips jerked, his oversensitive cock being ground against by those cum-slick walls.

“Mnnf, fuck! Willow, easy, just sit still for a minute. We need to clean-“ Jack was silenced when Willow lifted her hips up, and then dropped herself back onto his lap.

And then again.

And again.

Her hips rising and falling on him, rendering him speechless as an important realization came to mind.

She wasn’t done with him yet. He was pinned beneath a horny Meowscarada many times his own strength.

He looked up into her eyes, and was met by the half-lidded gaze of Willow. He tried to move his arms, but found himself stuck beneath her, that powerful paw still holding him down.

The movie had long since ended at this point, but neither noticed.

They wouldn’t notice for a while yet. Willow had been waiting for this for a long time, and she was going to make sure she milked Jack for all he was worth before letting him go.

He wasn’t going to be walking away from this one.

She would be willing to carry him to the Pokémon Center if necessary. But for now…

She was going to fuck him until he was shooting blanks.

Willow gave him a grin, and a giggle rolled from her lips. She knew exactly what they were going to be doing during their time off.

Willow had her prize. She was going to drain him.

For every.

Last.

Drop.