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Jon glanced at the key hanging by the door, and fidgeted nervously. It was his routine. Every night, when preparing to go to sleep, turning off the lights, making sure the door was locked, and so on, he'd glance at the key, shift uncomfortably, then head to bed and fail to fall asleep for an hour.

Sometimes he'd remember the key in the middle of the day, and lose track of a conversation, or forget what he was supposed to be working on. He figured once he took the first steps in his plan that he'd feel more comfortable about the rest. After all, the rest ought to be pretty easy. Why was it easier to do the hard part?

He turned off the last of the lights and lay in the darkness, berating himself for being either too brave or too cowardly, or both, thoughts going in circles. The night fell completely silent, and his inner thoughts went quiet as well. Somewhere from the darkness, a Murkrow gave a call.

Jon sat up and flicked on a light. He got himself back dressed, walked to the door, put on his shoe and coats, grabbed the hanging key, and went out into the chilly night. Focusing on the rhythmic sound of his hard soles clacking against the sidewalk helped him keep his mind blank. Soon enough, he found himself at work. The lab seemed uncanny at night, though he couldn't quite place why. The front was always quiet, since the reception area was never actively manned.

He slipped the stolen key into the lock, and made his way further into the building.

It might be suspicious to leave the lights off, but also there was less of a chance anyone would notice him that way. It probably wouldn't matter either way, but he left them off. He'd worked here for a few years, ever since the patent Cinnabar Island's research museum held on the fossil revival process ran out. He never really liked that place; too warm and touristy.

They weren't cutting edge here, but they still made some nice advancements. They hadn't done much with the fossil reversion process itself, but they had recently published a paper about the positive effects of an appropriate habitat for a revived Pokemon's mental state. The original fossil Pokemon, Omastar and Kabutops, and Aerodactyl, were seen by the general population as being violent, but that was mostly a result of poor conditions on revival. Jon was lumped in the "et al." on that paper, but he didn't really mind that. He just wanted the revival process moved along.

He kept himself distracted thinking about work while he rummaged through one of the sample cabinets. Piece by piece, he brought SNBLL-21 to the revival device, fiddled with the settings, and inserted a Pokeball. The LED screen gave him a bit more light to work with, and he made sure everything was in order before entering in all the information from his papers. Under half an hour later, he walked out holding the now-filled Pokeball to his chest. The actual process of revival was quick, especially compared to how long he'd spent working on those notes. He locked the door behind him.

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Snow crunched under Jon's boots as he made his way across the icy path. The cold brisk air was refreshing, and the entire trip reminded him of a paleontological expedition he'd done in college. Which was appropriate - he was coming out here to see a fossil, after all.

Once he'd found a secluded cave, Jon pulled out a familiar Pokeball. He'd brought the freshly-revived Pokemon here a few times over the last few weeks, letting her adjust to her second chance at life.

He pressed the button on the front face of the ball, then tossed it into the cave. Red light flooded out, and he felt his breath catch. He'd named her Glacier, and she was beautiful. Medium-tone blue scales covered her back, with light glacier-blue coloration underneath, and vibrant crystals adorning her sides. Her thick limbs supported her large, sauropod body, but the elegant curl of her tail and curve of her long neck kept her looking graceful. His eyes were drawn to the multicolored sail along her neck, flashing a myriad of colors along with her emotions.

Jon would have thought this feeling of being struck by her appearance would have diminished as he spent more time with her, but it had only gotten stronger. He wanted to get to know her. He wanted to spend time with her. But also, he really, really wanted to sleep with her.

It felt wrong that those thoughts were so far forward in his mind, and he did his best to ignore them. He had no idea if things would progress that way between them, but it wouldn't be for a while. It was difficult, though, when she'd glance back at him, or inadvertently lift her tail and expose herself, or spread her legs and show off...

He fidgeted with nervous energy. There was only so much he could do to convince himself he was reading too much into things. She wasn't the first Aurorus revived, and he'd read about their behavior. She'd picked up on his interest, and clearly was receptive. And he could refuse to act for months, or he could respect her (and his) interest.

His mind blank, he stripped off some of his outer layers of clothing, pulling his heavy pants down to his waist. A chilly breeze wafted around his exposed nethers, contrasting with the warmth of arousal he felt. The Aurorus stared back at him with her vibrant cyan eyes.

Her slit was slightly wet, fluid giving her a sheen line hard-frozen ice, and Jon started blankly at it for a moment, mind trying to work out possible angles and positions. Glacier seemed to arrive at the obvious conclusion a bit before he did, because as he was concluding it might be difficult to manage anything with her, she'd already rolled onto her side, holding one leg up slightly.

Needing no further prompting, and giving himself no time to second-guess, he placed himself between her legs, tip of his penis against her slit, before thrusting himself in. He gave an involuntary shiver - her skin was very cold, but as he noticed that he also noticed she grew warmer along his shaft. An Aurorus's body temperature was low, but not so low that it was uncomfortable, especially once he'd adjusted to the sensation.

Sliding himself in and out helped as well - even with her slick lubricants wetting her passage, the friction caused some spreading warmth. And perhaps her arousal had an impact as well? Wondering about the difference in their body temperature distracted him from his racing heart.

He gripped her broad leg and lifted it, giving himself a better angle and a better view of her body beneath him. She was substantially larger than he was, but she curled her neck forward and their faces weren't too far apart. Her sails fluttered a bit, undulating slightly with every thrust he made, faint pinks and reds mixed in with the underlying yellow.

Glacier squirmed a bit under him, but the position didn't allow for her to have much control. Apparently unhappy with that situation, she bent forward, pulling her tail to the side, then behind her, and moving her legs until Jon was on the frozen ground, her hind legs splayed so that she could press herself downward.

Awkward as the transition was, once she was on top, the dynamic between human and Pokemon changed entirely. The Aurorus had a substantial size and weight advantage, and she used it, forcing herself up and down with big, forceful movements, where he had to thrust upward to avoid exiting her at the top of her motion, to feeling her full weight force him fully inside, deeper than he could have managed on his own at the bottom of the movement. He looked up at the Pokemon above him, heavy, deep blue body shifting up and down, curved neck bordered on either side by the mottled grey rock and white frost of the cavern ceiling.

He gripped her hips, feeling frigid scales against his palms, and felt himself pulled along as her slick canal stroked up and down his member. She alternated between lifting herself up and down, alongside side-to-side gyrations, each style occurring twice before shifting to the other. She began to include forwards-backwards motions, seemingly thrown in at random. Jon tried to match her as best he could, but more often than not her hips kept him pinned against the rocky ground.

A cold puff of air blew against his forehead, invigorating him as it contrasted with the heat of his exertion and lust. He looked up to see Glacier's head above his, panting heavily with her own excitement. On impulse, he stretched up and pressed his mouth against hers, and her tongue quickly forced its way into his mouth for a bit, before she broke away, panting even more heavily.

Her back legs pulled together, and she lifted herself into the air, forelegs at Jon's back, holding him inside. His own legs felt weak, and he let them hang limp as the Aurorus pressed him into herself, body squeezing him tightly. Her movements still kept changing direction in much the same way, back-forth, back-forth, left-right, left-right, front and back, but began to also vary in speed. She pulled back slowly, then quickly forced herself forward in a rapid movement, short jerky caresses interspersed with longer, deliberate ones.

The human felt his body begin to tense up. He struggled a bit, trying to give some thrusts of his own, but Glacier's forelegs held him too tightly for it to be effective. She gave out an involuntary squeak, and Jon felt cold fluid running down his legs as her orgasm hit, muscles clamping such that he could even see her pale-blue belly clench and release even as he felt it. Intense pleasure hit him, and he felt himself twitching, forcing his warm, white fluids to mix with her cold, clear ones.

The two sank back, human on top of Aurorus, listening to his heart slowly return to a normal pace, half-dozing in his afterglow. Glacier had obviously enjoyed herself - though, to be fair, it would have had to have been some hundred million years since her last opportunity to have sex.

Some fifteen minutes later, she began stirring underneath him, apparently in the mood again. Well, presumably she needed to make up for lost time - and there was a lot of lost time to be made up.