FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

By the waterside stood a city made of rising concrete. The salt kissed air brushed along brick roads and walkways leading to the various routes heading in and out of the city. At the center sat a large train station with magnet rails sliding far past the gaze of human or pokemon toward another region entirely. Pokemon wandered Goldenrod City through and around the buildings, but more could be seen around the wilderness surrounding the area. The outskirts of the city still had trees, a few homes choosing to remain near the wildlife either for their own comfort or the comfort of their pokemon. One such house sat near the end of one of the roads heading into Goldenrod city. The morning sun had just risen, the bruised blues of the early morning cut away by soft oranges landing over the house. Salt and ocean still managed to permeate the air near the outskirts. That scent mixed with the smell of eggs and protein frying together wafting out an open window. Through the window a man stood by a stove humming. He was an olive-skinned fellow with shaggy black hair tied back messily out of purple eyes. An apron adorned his body and covered most of what else he was wearing. At the moment, Ian was up and at it when the sun wasn't even shining properly for no other reason than he simply cared about his wife. She was getting ready to head out for a big day as a businesswoman, and typically, she didn't eat her breakfast unless he pushed something on her. So by the time she got to the kitchen garbed in her dress suit and holding onto her purse, he had set a plate with a fork and knife on the countertop with a hand on the chair watching her with a small smile. His wife was a pale girl with red hair and bright blue eyes. She beamed and thanked him for the food before taking her seat, and before eating she leaned up to plant a big kiss on his cheek. Ian leaned over with his arms crossed on the counter to listen to her latest exploits.

“So, I'll be staying in Saffron for a week or two, but that's not the special part. The special bit is that we've got a big deal with some show that wants to feature our products. I've been securing and reaching out forever to get this deal going and it's finally going through!" She bubbled before starting on her food.

He nodded along with a small smile. Of course, that wasn't his domain of interest and never had, but he liked hearing her talk. His own domain had been construction and training fighting pokemon. Honing his body and his skill while helping build the very cities and towns that people lived in among their pokemon. However, a few injuries had left him with a dull ache in one shoulder that would flare up on occasion. He had to take it easy nowadays, but he was fine with that so long as he could continue this peaceful life with his wife. That being said, not everything was so peaceful.

Tapping steps on wooden floors turned his attention to the source of that interruption of peace. A large sylveon sauntered into the kitchen with its chin held high. There was that source looking proud as ever. This scruffy-furred pokemon had more of a cream color to their fur rather than the pure white of most sylveon, and deep green eyes. The pink, the cream, and the rest of the colors combined always seemed darker to him than the typical bright and fluffy. Kal had been their house partner for a while now, and for the most part, Ian didn't consider the big guy to be a pet. Rather, a temperamental part of the family. That temperament was reserved solely for him usually, but he held no ill will toward the pokemon. In part, it was because Kal made his wife happy, but also it was because watching Kal was a little sad sometimes.

The large pokemon pushed his face against the leg of his wife and she leaned down to pet his head and make sweet noises at him, but as she turned back to her meal, he could see it clearly on Kal's face that there was something else he wanted. He always wanted something else. Kal sat by the sink with a little sigh when that was all he got from his wife. Ian had tried to tell his wife that their pokemon had evolved into a sylveon because he loved her, and that love was more than platonic, but his wife had waved it off with a laugh. His wife was of the belief that their little eevee had grown into a beautiful creature, and that was about it. She didn't really have a deep bond with pokemon, didn't really see them as more than wildlife that could be useful and cute. Now, she wasn't mean to pokemon, but neither did she give them the proper credit they deserved. They were just as smart as humans, and maybe even smarter than that depending on the type you looked at, and unfortunately in this case that meant that Kal was quite capable of falling in love.

Breakfast was over soon enough and the trio headed to the foyer where his wife began her goodbyes, “Okay, you've got my number if anything happens and just in case you wanna pester me at night. If it goes straight to voicemail I'm probably doing something important and oh yeah, make sure to take care of Kal. I know he gets sulky when I'm not around."

He looked down at Kal whose ears were flagged, eyes peering downward, and Ian cleared his throat, “It'll be fine. I'll be sure to keep trying to break through that icy wall he has with me."

That earned him two kisses on his cheek, and one on his lips before his wife clapped her hands, “Good! All right, I'll be heading out now!"

Ian rubbed the back of his head, “Oh, don't forget about Kal now."

She blinked, “Oh! Right, of course!" She leaned over and kissed the top of his head before grabbing his cheeks and ruffling them while bubbling, “Now you be a good boy!"

And with that, she got up and turned to open the door and step out. Despite the kiss on the head, Kal kept his eyes down and his ears flagged as the door shut. Ian rubbed the back of his head before he slowly planted a hand on the pokemon's head. Quietly, he began, “Hey, buddy. If you'd like then we could spend some time together. I can somewhat understand what you're meaning if you wanna try and talk it out?"

One of Kal's ribbons slapped his hand away before the overgrown ribbon dog got up and stalked out of the foyer with much less energy than he'd expect. To most, maybe getting a little swat on the hand would be insulting, or even dejecting, but at least it wasn't a bite. There were a few scars on his hands and arms specifically from trying to buddy up with Kal, but he didn't really want to give up on that, and didn't want to blame the poor pokemon for his heart. Trying to talk about his wife about it just led to giggling and her brushing off any notion that Kal might be more than just her precious pup. And honestly, he just wanted to try and provide a little comfort. With a sigh, he rubbed one shoulder and decided to get on with the day. No sense on dwelling on the impossible for now.

House chores were mostly what he did, but on occasion he stepped out back where a block of wood had been set up to let him stretch out his muscles with a bit of chopping. He wasn't as in shape as he used to be, and he could never attain that again, but he prided himself in the tone he held in his stout form. Chopping wood and doing common chores around the house that stressed his body but could be easily dropped if he started hurting. These things kept him entertained, kept him feeling like he was still doing something with his body even though he could no longer fight, could no longer travel and construct.. That and well, he liked experimenting in the kitchen. And typically he made those experiments catered for his wife, but perhaps this week he could do something a bit different.

The first night he set out meat honeyed and spiced just a little bit to see how Kal would take it. Of course, the pokemon was indignant upon seeing him in the kitchen, but he set the plate down with food quietly and went about sitting with his own plate. He couldn't help but watch out the corner of his eye as Kal ate it without problem. The reactions were subtle, but he could see the enjoyment. An initial slow bite, before the real feast began. Biting down more vigorously, more joyously.

When he finished his own meal, he looked toward the pokemon sitting there with a small smile plastered on his features and asked, “Enjoyed that?"

The smile faded and Kal looked toward him with a frown before one ribbon slowly came up to give what looked like a thumbs up.

“Oho? Usually I save these types of things for the wife, but I figured I'd cook something special for you too with her out. Y'know, we could always spend a little time together. Bond a bit and—"

Whatever he had to say fell into the empty air as Kal scoffed and headed out of the room.

Okay, so he had at least gotten an affirmative, and Kal hadn't exactly denied him, but he figured that was enough for now compared to growling, biting, snapping or anything violent really. He did the dishes while occasionally pausing to let his shoulder rest, a hum on his lips as he headed through the empty house. The emptiness was something he had gotten used to with his wife getting so involved in business over in Saffron, but even still he could feel the dull pangs of loneliness there. She was always doing something, always passionate about her work, and he loved that about her, but still he found himself missing the days where they would just lie together for hours at a time. Ah well, he would get to enjoy that again when she got back for a bit, but for now, a lonely bed awaited him upstairs.

When he got to his room, he shed his clothes bit by bit until he was standing in only his boxers. The room had a bed large enough for two people at the center with black covers over the top. A window sat near one wall, and each side of the bed had a nightstand with a lamp on it. Shower first, or sleep and shower in the morning? An eternal question that plagued him. Right now, the loneliness was creeping up on him and he just kind of wanted to sleep, and so he pushed the covers up and slipped into bed. He paused when he noticed something odd. On closer inspection of the bed, he noted that his wife's side of the bed had a bump in it. Ian pulled the covers a bit more to find Kal curled up and now glaring at him. With a small smile, he reached out to touch Kal's head, pausing just before his fingers touched the fur. No sense in getting bitten before bed, but to his surprise, Kal pushed his face against his fingers. He stroked through the pokemon's fur, surprised by how soft it seemed despite the scruffy state, Kal's eyes closing as he settled with his ears folded back. Poor thing must've been as lonely as he was, or perhaps even lonelier than that.

He muttered while reaching over to flick off the lights, “Guess you and me are bunkmates for now. Promise I won't tell her if you don't."

In the dark, he swore he heard something like a chuckle from his pokemon, and for the first time, Kal pressed his body heat against him and together they departed to the land of dreams. The first few days went the same as usual. Get up, do chores, try to bond a little with Kal. That last part was the only difference in his routine. Kal had begun hanging around him just a bit, and even helping with chores. Those ribbons were much stronger than he gave them credit for, and on occasion when he would struggle with his shoulder, or nearly drop something, Kal was there to help with a scoff and a flick of his tail. The nights were the truly shocking part to him. He took a shower and sometimes Kal would join him, or sometimes Kal would remain in the room, but when he got into bed, the sylveon would hop in and curl up against him. However, even he could see that it wasn't enough. He caught Kal more than once peering out the window, or just sitting there looking dejected, and it was more than just that. More than just a little sadness. It was something crushing, something deep inside that felt worse than his own longing; because Kal could never long for what he had never received.

One night while sitting in bed with a book in one hand and arm lounging over the pokemon's soft body, he decided to have a little talk, “Say, Kal?" When the pokemon shifted in response, he breathed out, “I know that my wife is a bit dim, and I know that you probably see me as either a rival or an enemy, but I want you to know that I've always been rooting for you as funny as that sounds. I wish she could see how smart you are, how clever you are; instead of just how cute you are. That bein' said, if you somehow managed to charm you I guess that'd mean you and I would have to settle how sharing would work."

The pokemon raised its head and they shared a look before he snickered. To his joyful surprise, Kal also shared in that humored tittering.

He planted a hand on the pokemon's cheek and squeezed gently before leaning down to place his head against Kal's. Oddly, the pokemon seemed to lock up, expression turning into a little dot while he muttered, “You deserve love too buddy, so keep trying, and if you ever want to try and find someone else, let me know and I'll help you. Okay? I care about you, always have even if you've bitten and scratched me to hell and back."

There was a frown on the sylveon's face, brow furrowed, eyes set downward rather than on him, and for a moment, he was worried he had said something wrong. Kal had always been a gruff looking sylveon instead of the typical cotton candy types, but even then he was hoping for a better reaction than this. That being said, Kal simply planted his cheek to his side and let out a long huff. He supposed that he could accept that as some sort of positive reaction, or at the very least, it was good enough for him. With a sigh, he settled on the bed before closing his eyes again. He still missed his wife, but oddly enough, the warmth at his side provided enough comfort for him to sleep steadily with a small smile on his lips.

The morning came again. Filtered light from the windows shifted inside bringing him to the waking world before any alarm could have a chance to, however, there was something else that caught his attention. There was a constant shifting at his side, a pushing and pressing until he could ignore it no longer. He moved the covers to see an oddly affectionate Kal nuzzling his side. Ian blinked and watched the sylveon cuddle him before wondering if this was a dream. What seemed more dreamlike was the fact that the sylveon opened his eyes and peered up at him, and did not claw him immediately. They shared that gaze for a few seconds before the sylveon got onto his lap while continuing his nuzzling.

“Hey there." He said slowly, the morning still clinging to his voice, “You okay? Missing the wife that much that you're looking for affection from ol' me?"

Kal let out a noise like a purr and continued to climb up his body until both paws were to the side of his head, their eyes meeting again.

Pokemon were smarter than most humans gave them credit for. They were intelligent creatures that could form genuine bonds and even love, and right now Ian was wondering what Kal was thinking. There was something warm in that gaze, something that made his heart thump a bit faster even though he should perhaps keep that in control. Was Kal trying to charm him? For what reason would Kal ever do that? He had only ever tried that stunt with…with his wife. The woman that both of them loved. Oh goodness. How did he deny the advances of a pokemon? Well, how would he deny the advances of a human? Both of those were easy if he could just open his mouth and say the word, but the situation was more complicated than that. For one thing, he found that he was oddly enjoying the attention. It wasn't just the stare, it was the ribbons at his sides bringing gentle touches along his form, the heat resting over him poised to ease downward onto his body. Just how pent up was he to let a pokemon charm him so easily?

Instead of panicking or reacting rashly, he reached up to pass a hand through the fur atop Kal's head, muttering as he did so, “Here I figured I wasn't your type."

Frowning, Kal planted his forehead against his own, ribbons touching his cheeks as Ian swore he heard something whispering, “You'll do for now."

“What?" He asked while tilting his head, “Did you just talk?"

There were types of pokemon that could communicate through telepathy or through some sort of presence exerted by their typing, but this was the first that he had heard Kal doing it. When he opened his mouth to ask what that was all about, Kal stole a kiss. The sylveon's mouth clamped over his own, lips locked together, and a long and sticky tongue pressing into his mouth. Surprise dotted his expression growing into shock as he simply could not believe what was happening. Heat rose in his cheeks as he felt the warmth of that tongue against his own, as he felt Kal's desire through every little movement. The hand that he had placed on the pokemon's head moved to the cheek, cupping before he managed to break away from the embrace of mouth on mouth.

It had been such a short kiss, such a brief encounter, and yet, his heart had gone from a steady thumping to a racing beat. His breath also felt as if it had been stolen with that one kiss, that moment frozen in time that he would surely not forget anytime soon. He had always contended with the thought of what he would do should his wife return the feelings of this odd pokemon, but never did he think that Kal would come onto him so strongly, at the same time, where was his anger? Where was his outward shock and distaste? Where was his irritation and contempt for the situation? All he could feel was a dull thronging at his lips where his own desire to continue that connection had begun to fester and grow. Kal's verdant gaze had slowly turned from his, ears folded back as if a sudden shame had overtaken his confidence. He brushed his hand along the sylveon's cheek, Kal's ears perking again, a shudder echoing in his body as the sylveon planted a kiss on his thumb. He passed his thumb along those soft lips, pressing on occasion before Kal took it into his maw. The same tongue slick with drool that had invaded his mouth now toyed with his finger, wrapping and twisting around it while those deep green eyes seemed to glow as they peered at him from the side. Perhaps, he was not being charmed. Perhaps, it would be better to say that he was being seduced.

His wife had given him as much love as she could considering how busy she was, but his libido still grew behind the calm veneer he put on. He wanted to plant his cock deep inside of her again, he wanted to fuck her for hours, and to bring her back to bed just to do it again before she left for the morning, but that was something he couldn't do anymore considering her position and where she worked. These thoughts that raced through his mind and echoed in his body urged him to push his thumb further inside the sylveon's maw, digit brushing along one fang before pressing down on that thick tongue as it curled around him. It seemed that Kal could sense his growing interest as the pokemon grinned around his finger, maw opening just enough to show his fangs, tongue still toying around with the thumb in his mouth. When he pulled his thumb out, the ribbons curled around his body tightly and Kal growled before biting down on his hand, he winced before shuddering as the sylveon continued to lick and suck on his fingers, glowing eyes peering up at him.

“That desperate?" He muttered as his only response.

Finally, Kal let his fingers free and again he heard the voice flowing at the back of his head, “Yes, and so are you."

They shared a very tired look for a second. The pretense of domination and seduction were set aside for a second, and they both simply stared at one another. Both of them were in love with a woman who was nearly married to her work, but at least for Ian he got to sleep with her on occasion. Kal had no such luck and he felt bad about that, and both of them were pent up. With a sigh, he leaned back against the headboard of the and ran his fingers along the fur of Kal's cheeks. That little stare deflated the situation a bit, the hold on his body from the ribbons softening. Kal's eyes had veered away, as if there was some sort of shame in admitting that they were both desperate enough to do this. Did he even like men? Well, Ian had to ask himself the same question. He couldn't ignore the fact that the closeness they had just shared had ignited something deep within him, that the tongue on his fingers had made him long to feel that elsewhere. Now that it happened, he couldn't just ignore it.

“Hey, look at me." He began quietly. When the sylveon looked toward him and those soft ears perked, he breathed out and continued, “Listen. We're both itching for this, and I guess since I'm okay with you making passes at my wife I should be okay with you making passes at me. So, if you want this, then I guess we could do whatever it was you wanted."

Those perked ears shot straight up, bright eyes wide and misting just a bit giving him every bit of answer he needed without weird fairy telepathy.

He smiled at the response and tilted his head to one side while sighing, “Don't get all gushed about it. We're just grinding out some frustration, right?" No, that wasn't right, was it? And so squeezed the sylveon's cheek gingerly and muttered, “And above all else, I do care about you."

Kal kissed his hand a few times, each smack of those soft lips against his digits making him shiver, warmth filling his cheeks. This continued until he heard a muted whisper in his head, one full of hushed excitement, “Thank you."

Ian shrugged before reaching over to the nightstand. It had a small drawer used for a few things, and in it, he had a bottle of lube and a toy for his own use. This time, however, he wouldn't need the toy. When he had the bottle in hand, Kal pounced on him, mouth striking mouth again in a furious kiss. That thick tongue pushed deep inside of his mouth, one of his hands still pressed to the sylveon's cheek as if he could push it away, but after a few moments, he melted into the embrace. The kiss lasted much longer, and he was thankful for it this time. Their tongues and lips melded together, their spit mixing creating a sticky concoction shared between them as their lips smacked and popped making sounds that echoed in the room alongside their breathy sighs.

Something shifted in him as the kiss continued. He had been an idle participant so far and allowed everything to happen instead of being active, but now he wanted it without a doubt despite the small pangs of guilt echoing somewhere deep within. He grasped the back of his pokemon's head firmly and dipped deep into the kiss as he sat up. Kal's eyes widened before fluttering back down, the pokemon's body shuddering under the sudden tightness of his hold. When their mouths pulled away, when they were both breathing in and out through sharp grins; they separated.

Grunting, Ian got off of the bed and dropped his boxers. His shaft bounced out into the air already harder than he had been expecting. Questioning his sexuality could come later, and so he sat back on the bed while keeping the lube nearby. As he laid back down, the sylveon moved between his legs, tongue dragging over one of his thighs. He shuddered as he felt that warmth sliding against his skin, his cock reacting with a few twitches. Ian could see those glowing eyes peering at his shaft while the sylveon continued to lap and kiss along his legs. For now, he let his hand rest atop of Kal's head to loop digits through the fluff resting there. He watched with a small smile as that tongue moved to the curled hair of his crotch, pressing and pushing against the surface, the side of that sticky warmth brushing against the base of his cock.

With his free hand, he took hold of his shaft and slapped it against the sylveon's cheek while muttering, “Gonna play all day, or are you going to get work buddy?"

The sylveon looked up at him with a jolt, and for a second he swore he saw a shade of pink through the cream fur on his cheeks. Before he could try to actually see if it was a blush or a trick of the light, Kal turned around and hopped on his body. He blinked as he found himself face to ass with the plump rear of his pokemon. A soft tail brushed along his chest and up to his chin before moving further up until it was out of the way and pointed toward the ceiling. Two ribbons grasped those sizable haunches to pull them apart revealing a dark hole waiting for his attention, along with a set of sizable balls. A little tit-for-tat? He could get behind that. Only…He just needed a bit to adjust to the sight. He found that his cock stirred from the vision in front of him rather than deflating, both of his hands moving to grasp where the ribbons were. Ian had always said that he enjoyed rears, that he enjoyed ass more than anything else, and perhaps he should have taken that as a clue that he would be into men as well. Why not, right?

He opened his mouth and put his tongue directly on one of those heavy balls, salt and sweat dripping along his senses immediately with an odd sweetness. Kal let out a surprised yelp and a mewl that had a smile growing on his face. Oh, the pokemon hadn't expected that? Then maybe he really was just hiding his face, but how could he ignore something so beautiful right in front of him? His tongue moved to the taint slowly where he planted a kiss before blowing air along that spot earning another surprised sound. Ian couldn't help but laugh, couldn't help but chuckle, and of course, he clamped his mouth shut as best as he could when he heard Kal growling. Best not to make the sharp-toothed creature hovering their mouth over your cock angry. Instead of making fun of his partner in desperation, he let his tongue out again to lap against the taint, his mouth moving to the rear as he had done a few times for his wife. It wasn't so different, wasn't so odd, but even still he couldn't help but find the fact that it was pokemon somehow more arousing rather than not; and a male one at that. His tongue lapped around the ring leaving behind a slick trail of warmth, and every time he circled that plush ring he ended it with a kiss of lip to ass as if he were kissing his wife on their wedding day. Every movement of his tongue brought him deeper into the motion, brought his mind to focus purely on what was happening right now. That concentration was directed at the ass in front of him, his tongue dipping against the hole and around it as he worked as if he were trying to pleasure his wife. The thought of considering Kal his wife brought a small smile to his face because he was certain that Kal would bite him immediately if he called the sylveon as such, or any pet name that he would call his wife for that matter in bed, like kitten.

Feedback came in the form of Kal's shivering body, little mewls and moans pouring out into the air before being silenced. His own body trembled as he felt that tongue lapping at the sides of his shaft, as he felt the heated breaths of his pokemon trailing along his legs. The tongue on his cock moved down to the balls for a second before climbing back up to the tip, and then all at once, heat engulfed his member. He winced from the sudden touch, but soon breathed out a pleasant sigh against the pokemon's ass. Ian got back to his work, tongue dipping inside just a bit now that he had a bit more confidence. At the same time, his mind was being filled with such lovely fog. The mouth around his cock bobbed up and down, tongue pressed against the underside. It almost felt like Kal wanted him to breed his mouth right there and then instead of his ass. While swimming in his pleasure, Ian decided to explore just a bit more. After all, he should get to know the body of his lover a bit better.

One of his hands moved to cup those sizable balls before shifting down and underneath the sylveon until he felt something throbbing against his digits beyond an odd mound of fur. The length and girth of it were surprising, to say the least, but Kal had always been bigger than what he would consider normal for a sylveon so he supposed that the equipment matched that fact as well. Instead of pulling his hand away from that primal length, he squeezed onto it and began to pump gingerly. Kal's hips buckled, hind legs nearly slipping. The reaction brought a smile to his lips as he helped keep the poor thing aloft with a hand tugging his tail up. Kal growled for a few seconds, the sound vibrating around his shaft, but he ignored it in order to dip his tongue deep into that lovely rear while tugging on his shaft. His fingers ran along the length before stopping at the tip to close over it, his hand then sliding on back to the base where he swore it felt like it was swelling up. The pent-up pokemon's hips were already thrusting and pushing, a line of something slick and warm dripping down the length of that primal shaft from the head. Was the poor thing already about to blow?

In that moment, a few thoughts began to run through his mind. Kal had never gotten the chance to enjoy something like this, had never gotten the chance to really express his lust in the same ways that he had. He wondered if Kal was ever able to do anything to satisfy himself at all. Surely he had never seen it, and if Kal wandered outdoors for a moment of privacy, would that be the same as having a sweet moment with someone he pined for? Probably not, and so he made a decision that could very well be painful, and was most assuredly embarrassing.

Slowly, he pulled his mouth away leaving that lovely ass sticky with his spit. As he breathed out, he stopped stroking the pokemon and muttered, “Hey. You wanna go first?"

That put a stop to the tongue on his cock. The answer was clear in the movement, but still, he heard a voice that sounded smaller than he expected, “Really?"

He sat up and reached over to grasp the pokemon's head, his other set of digits rubbing along the length and behind before stopping at the rump while he spoke, “Just get me off with that tongue of yours, and prep me and I'll let you fuck me like you want to fuck my wife." A little mischief urged him to utter a bit more quietly, “C'mon, I bet you want to take her from behind. Could even do that."

Again the voice came, but a bit more strongly, “From the front and face to face. I wanted to make love with her, not just fuck her." And slowly the words sounded out in his mind, “And now I want to make love with you."

There was no addition to that ending, no tease, no mischief or sassy remark. He found himself touched by the sentiment, but wondered if he could return so strong of a feeling. Already he felt closer to the pokemon, and in a way, he had always cared for him. So was there some sort of odd love there? Yeah, and if this kept on going he might actually be able to utter it out loud. The warm tongue on his shaft began to move again soon with a sort of vigor and excitement that hadn't been there before. Kal's head bobbed up and down before swirling around, his tongue twisting along his shaft as if he were trying to milk it. Ian had not had a chance to really let loose in recent times and he found himself more than a little bit pent up as he held onto the pokemon's head and rode that pleasure out. His hips soon began to buck to thrust into Kal's mouth, the sylveon not gagging at all as his throat and maw were used like a sex sleeve. Maybe he could be a bit rougher, and so he drove the pokemon's head down with more of his strength. Warm huffs blew over his balls with each push, a wet noise emanating from the constant throatfucking. To him, it sounded like the beat of a song, the rhythm a constant buzz in his mind that urged him to play more of it using the instrument given to him. The heat was clouding his mind far too much, the pressure and lust building in his gut urging his legs to wrap around the sylveon's head to hold it there while he ground out his pleasure. There was no stopping right now, no pausing the lust that was flowing through his mind. Words danced at the edge of his head making him wonder if he should say them or not while he ground out his desire and took out all his desperate lust on that sweet tongue.

Breathing out, he couldn't help but say it all aloud, “That's it, suck it down. Take every inch. You don't need my wife. You just need this dick."

No reply, no sound, instead he felt the sylveon's entire body shake as if in utter awe and fear of those taboo words said aloud. He cursed with a grunt, his cock throbbing violently against that warm tongue before he started to blow his load. It felt like Kal might've been surprised because he tried to pull his head back, but to no avail. The pokemon soon remained still as every drop of his climax filled his maw and throat, staining that precious tongue with his mark.

He opened his mouth to ask Kal to swallow, but he soon felt the action as that warm seed slid past his shaft and away. He listened to the sound of Kal gulping and slowly let go of the sylveon. Kal brought his head up and let out a sighing mewl before getting off of him. He turned around with glowing eyes full of hunger and desire, and he swore he saw the shape of hearts somewhere deep within that gaze. His own heart was thumping faster as he realized what he had offered this overgrown sylveon, but he didn't back down. He leaned back with his legs up, one hand grabbing the lube while the other spread his own ass. A tongue soon pressed against his rear lapping at his puckered hole giving him something new to feel and contend with. He breathed out steadily, a groan escaping him as the pokemon dipped that large tongue inside of his ass. Though he had lifted his hips just a bit, it seemed like that wouldn't be enough for the ravenous pokemon. Soft ribbons wrapped around his ankles tugging them up and forcing him onto his back while that warm tongue dripping with spittle lapped away at his insides. He grunted while wondering if he could get control of this situation before he just let it happen.

Ian blew out a breath as he felt that tongue dip deeper than anything had any right to be in there, groaned as he felt the sylveon's nose pushing against the bottom of his balls. His toes curled inward from the attention, his mind growing blank as heat and pressure turned to light motes of pain that seemed oddly pleasant. When that tongue pulled free, his ankles were brought back down but still spread out allowing him just a bit more movement. He sat up slowly to pour out a bit of the lube. Never having done this before didn't bother him. One finger slid inside, another finger came soon after, and slowly the next one as well. It was a steady process. However, the gaze of his pokemon right now made him feel very aware of the fact that Kal was a creature that could rupture dimensions with a bark if he decided to. Could he handle that type of strength? And more than that, why did he feel such excitement at the challenge? Of course he would. He had been a trainer that had fought alongside his pokemon and lived nearly every day of his life diving into challenges much more frightening than this, but none could compare to this feeling right now. Once he pulled his fingers away and gave the pokemon a nod, he was on his back again.

Kal moved over him, their mouths meeting again for a heated kiss full of puffing breaths sliding and combining together. He felt the tip of the sylveon's shaft brushing against his ass and struggling to get into position, and so of course he reached down to grab with both hands and help him out just a bit. The tip brushed against his lubed star and he had to wonder quietly whether or not this would work. That throbbing tool in his hands sent little ripples of concern through his body, a cold hand grasping his heart as he wasn't sure whether or not this would hurt too much, or just the right amount. Even then, it was too late to stop. The warm tongue on his pushing and pressing deeper in his mouth let him know that they were well beyond the point of return, and besides, he was kinda curious how it felt anyway. Slowly, he eased the tip inside of himself before getting ready to let go. It would be fine. By the way he had been acting, Ian was sure that he had signaled that he was new at this sort of thing, and even if he weren't, surely if the sylveon were planning on making love to him, it would be a gentle time, right? Each digit releasing brought another shiver through his body until his entire form jolted.

A muffled curse flowed between the connection of their lips as he felt his insides stretch wide for the sudden girth pounded inside of him. Motherfucker! Absolute bastard, that overgrown giftbox actually crammed most if not all of that fat thing inside of his ass! He had never had something inside of him like this, and only had a little bit of practice to stretch and lube his insides, but with all of that in mind alongside the sudden irritation, there was something about it that he enjoyed. Each thrust of the pokemon's hips brought more of that primal thing inside of him, brought more of it grinding against his inner walls, sending waves of pain that soon began to flow alongside a strange pleasure. That pleasure grew as the kiss parted, as Kal planted his chin on his shoulder to let out heated breaths that felt like they would melt his ears. He grit his teeth as the pace somehow increased, as his insides were stretched even further and the pokemon went fully feral. This was making love? It felt more like getting ravaged, getting torn sunder until he was nothing but the buzzing at the back of his mind! Part of him was getting into it, and another part wasn't sure how to feel at all, but he did know for certain that he wanted it to continue.

“Sorry!" The voice curled into his mind hitting him with a sensation of wild lust, “I can't stop my hips, I should be more gentle, but how could I?"

He could have pushed right now, he could have honed in on that shameful lust, but instead, he wrapped his arms around the sylveon's body and grunted, “This is part of it too, right? What you wanted to show her? Yeah, it hurts a bit, but I'm enjoying it. Kal, show me your love."

A mistake, perhaps, or maybe not. Either way, the sylveon's body began to shake as he thrust in hard, as something bulbous began to kiss against his rear with every push. His toes curled in, one eye closing as he felt the soreness echoing through him again. Ian had just gotten used to the constant grinding, and now he found that it was nearly unbearable again, at the same time, he didn't hate it. This closeness, this heat, and pressure, he loved every second of it because it felt like he was connected to this pokemon in a way deeper than he had ever expected. It wasn't just the literal deepness, but it felt like their hearts were connected right now, it felt as if the care he felt for the pokemon was growing into something else entirely. Ian knew that he needed to put a lid on that, that he couldn't just love this pokemon the same way that he did his wife, and yet his heart seemed to flutter the more he stared at the creature pounding deep inside of his ass.

Ian couldn't help but chuckle, the sound rousing the attention of the pokemon who brought his head up to stare at him. They shared a look, his eyes half-mooned and hazed by lust and desire as he rumbled, “Keep going like this and I might fall in love with you buddy."

Kal's thrusting stopped for a second and he thought that he crossed the line. An apology was ready at the tip of his lips but slipped out as a moan and a curse as Kal bit down on his shoulder and began thrusting with a vigor that had the bed creaking. He didn't know if Kal was capable of thinking right now, but he was thankful that the marks being left were on his good shoulder instead of his bad one. Regardless, he held the sylveon as close to his body as he could while accepting every push of that tool radiating and throbbing with love and heat. The guilt that he had been pushing far inside of him seemed smothered by the pokemon's passionate advances. Each thrust produced a whine now from the creature that seemed so close to blowing. The clues were in the constant throbbing inside of his rear, the thick tool pouring thin lines of pre that stained his insides and mixed with the lube. Another shove caught him off guard as he was stretched just a bit more with what sounded like a wet pop. He grunted and clung on tighter, eyes shut as he suddenly felt the heat of desire pooling inside of him as warm seed began to fill him.

Quietly he muttered, “That's it, let it all out. I know you love her, I know she'll never see you the same way that you look at her, but I'll accept whatever it is you have to give me."

While he was still being filled with that dreamy warmth, the sylveon began to shake. At first, he thought it was with pleasure, but then he felt drops of something wetting his shoulder and arm. He blinked and peered toward the pokemon just as fangs were brought away from his shoulder. Tears were streaming down from the sylveon's face. That normally gruff and scruff expression marred by a crooked frown. Ian could feel his heart twisting. Had it not been enough? Had it only made the poor thing sadder? If it weren't enough then he would do whatever it took to make Kal happy. Anything he could do, he would do it, and he would start by owning up to making this mistake and offering more. He opened his mouth to apologize but was faced with a kiss, a sharp one that made his shoulders jolt up before they relaxed slowly. Again and again, his lips were pecked.

And while Kal peppered his mouth with kisses, he heard in his mind whispered, “I love you."

He gulped while receiving each kiss, the warmth flowing through him stopping despite the twitching of that shaft still going. Ian placed a hand at the back of the pokemon's head and pressed their foreheads together while he uttered the truth from deep in his heart, “I love you too, kitten."

The frown deepened at the nickname, but the sylveon simply sniffled and planted a kiss this time on his neck. He leaned back and breathed out to the air drowning in the warmth flooding him, and the heat pulsing against his body. It took a bit, but Kal pulled out stretching his rear out again, and he wondered if he would ever get used to that. His eyes were shut now, his chest rising and falling as his mind sorted through what happened, and finally properly registered the guilt. However, he didn't have much time to think. He felt a tongue along the side of his shaft that had been bouncing back to life the entire time. His eyes opened slowly and he sat up to see his cock being lavished and worshiped by the tongue and maw of his sylveon. Kal's bright eyes peered at him, a ribbon wrapped around the bottle of lube and held up toward him.

Breathing out, Ian took the lube digit by digit. When he had the bottle in his palm, he watched as Kal turned around and raised his tail and rear high into the air. Right, it wasn't over yet. One hand squeezed out a healthy amount of lube onto the pokemon's ass, ribbons spreading that plump rump apart allowing him to stare again at that plush hole that he had been licking before. Two of his fingers moved to press inside and he was surprised to see how easily they slid in, the sound of the sylveon moaning catching him off guard. His body trembled, drool building up in his mouth as his desires began to rise to the surface. Three fingers dipped inside and spread apart, the pokemon mewling and groaning aloud. Did Kal have more experience with this kind of thing? Or was his body just naturally this way? Regardless, these thoughts were soon discarded as he pulled his fingers out to grab his member in hand. He squeezed firmly while grasping the tail of the pokemon to lower his hips. The tip of his shaft kissed that plush star, his entire body shuddering as he began to slide on in.

Little by little those lovely hips began to drop, that rear rolling downward and those tight insides gripping onto his shaft. He sucked in a breath as he struggled not to take full control before he heard the voice again in his mind, “Why are you holding back, love? You're mine and I'm yours, right? We can do whatever we want right now and for this week. Just enjoy it. Just enjoy me. Please."

How could he say no to that? Both of his hands clasped onto those plump ass-cheeks, his hips rocking upward to slam all of his cock into that willing hole. The sylveon let out a squeak, his hands bringing the pokemon's ass up before bringing it back down again. Kal trilled in pure delight, hips moving to help milk his cock as Ian cursed quietly over and over again. Guilt burned away yet again with lust as the kindling behind that fire. Here in the bed that his wife and himself shared every night he was pounding the ass of the pokemon they both cared about, and more than that, he had admitted his love for that very pokemon. To her, he was nothing more than a simple pet, but to him now he was part of the marriage. He slammed inside of that tight ass, his eyes focused on the back of the sylveon's head. One of his hands moved up to grab onto the fluff that counted as his hair, his digits looping through it before he yanked back. The reaction was a gasp and a growl, but he did not stop thrusting, and did not stop pulling either.

“You said anything I want, right? So I'm breeding you and treating you like I would my wife. You're fine with that right? Being married to me, yeah?" He said with his breaths flowing outward.

The answer came with a shudder through the body of the sylveon that he felt through their carnal connection. The pokemon's insides also seemed to tighten further at the mention, his own hips pushing constantly to grind out his pleasure and desire. Kal's body bounced with every thrust, his moans, and mewls growing louder as those growls from before disappeared. The pressure in his gut was already mounting, the desire in his shaft sending it bouncing against those inner walls, but still, he did not slow down as his sweaty form worked with all of his power to breed that tight hole. A few more thrusts and he could feel the heat slipping from his cock, he could feel his control fading as he cursed aloud once more. Hot cum filled the sylveon's insides, raw and uninterrupted. He filled the sylveon just as he had been filled, and the grip at the back of the pokemon's head began to soften.

He let out a breath that felt as if every little bit of heat was leaving his body as his fingers began to rub and push through the pokemon's fur. The sylveon hummed happily, leaning against the touch. The morning was still on them, there were still things that needed to be done for the day, but he laid back and shut his eyes again just to let the glow of what had just happened wash over him. The insides that had been clinging so tight to him now released him, his eyes remaining closed until he felt a gentle tongue at his lips. He opened one tired eye to see the sylveon standing next to him, mouth hovering just a few inches away, and of course, he leaned in to share a loving kiss. Just until the wife got back. That's it.

Ian found that the time they spent together was full of heat. Even if his shoulder hurt at times, his pokemon would still find a way to make a pleasant experience. The mornings, the evenings, and the middle of the day. Showers with lips locked together, dinner spent side-eying one another until the food was finished and thrust out the way for the table to be used as a makeshift bed. By the time his wife came back, the routine had settled in far too deeply. Another trip came sooner than expected, and both of them found themselves in the shower. Kal's cheek was pressed against the glass door, his tongue sticking out with one eye closed as he peered back at the human. Ian grunted as he slid inside, his hips crashing forward immediately. The shower head was pointed away from them doing nothing but adding a constant hiss that struggled to drown out the clap of his hips striking the sylveon's rear. His movements were shakier than usual, quicker too, and there was a good reason for that.

“Hey hon! Thanks for the food." His wife's voice appeared. Ian didn't stop as she continued on in the very same room, the foggy glass keeping her from seeing what was happening as she continued on, “I'll be gone a bit longer this time, but I've been so proud of how you two have gotten along! You even take showers together and that's so damn precious."

The sylveon's ribbons were at the edge of the sliding door as if he were threatening to open it, that single eye peering back at him glowing as Ian thrust in faster while grunting, “No need to worry about us hun."

Kal ran his tongue along the foggy glass creating a perfect little view-hole of what was happening near the bottom. It wasn't just that either. The ribbons on the door were threatening to tug it open, to free what was happening under the protection of the water and steam. With a frown, he wrapped his arms around the little bastard's chest and neck to lift him high up while using him like a sex toy. Despite the danger, despite his irritation, he could only feel his cock throbbing more in response to the stimulation. That little mutt knew exactly how to press his buttons. The sylveon opened his mouth wide but Ian managed to move the arm around the pokemon's neck to instead keep his mouth shut. He let out a sharp hiss as fangs bit down on his hand, a little snicker escaping the pokemon.

“Hey, you okay? Did you hit yourself on something?"

Ian drove his cock in rougher while muttering, “We might get along, but I think Kal has a taste for me. He keeps biting."

His wife clucked her tongue, “Well, I hope you two solve that while I'm gone again."

“You should tell her to open the door and give you a kiss, tell her to close her eyes and let you paint her." He heard the sylveon's voice breathing out into his mind.

Despite his shuddering, despite the fact he knew it was wrong, Ian breathed out, “You know, Cass, you could always give me a proper kiss goodbye. Have a taste of me for the road."

A little squeak escaped his wife, before she giggled, “Ian, dear, isn't that a bit much with Kal right next to you? Though, I guess he sleeps in the room." She then sighed, “No, no, I'll want to do much more than that. So you'll have to be satisfied with a kiss through the glass. Now, I've got to go, so bye bye!"

He heard the smack of his wife's lips against the glass door and saw the imprint, but all he could do was grunt in reply as his orgasm struck him hard. The pokemon's insides tightened like a vice milking him dry, the pokemon's primal shaft bouncing and spraying out Kal's desire against the glass door painting just where his wife's lips were still pressed. When the foggy image of his wife moved away, he sat on the white tiles of the floor and shut his eyes tight. Kal lapped along the spots he had bitten on his fingers. They both heard the door open and then shut, neither of them moving as they drank in the warmth of what they had done.

Quietly, he addressed the sylveon, “You need to be a bit nicer."

The sylveon sniffed, the voice in his mind stronger than ever, “Why would I? When we both love these games so much. When it makes you so much rougher, so much more dominant."

He placed his chin atop the pokemon's head while sniffing, “Guess that means you've given up on my wife, huh?"

A little snort escaped the pokemon as the voice purred, “Not at all. I might love you now, but she was still the one that awakened my heart. Why would I ever give up on your wife?"

Despite what had been said, a small smile etched itself on his expression as he reached up to grab the sylveon's cheek and squeeze, “All right, buddy. Don't get your hopes up." Ian then leaned down to plant a kiss on the pokemon's ear, words coming as a whisper, “And whenever you get frustrated with how much you fail, you can always grind out some of that heat with me."

He could feel the warmth of the pokemon growing despite the heat of the steam surrounding them. Ian let go of Kal, and the pokemon turned to climb onto his lap with a sweet purr. Their lips met for a gentle kiss while his hand stroked through the fur of the sylveon's cheek. Both of their eyes seemed to glow in the dimly lit bathroom, the heat of the water nothing compared to what they shared. Their tongues mixed together and all he could feel was a swelling love from deep within. He still cared about his wife, and he still wanted the love of his wife as well, but now there was something more in the house that needed to tend to. He thought of all the times he had only given pity to this pokemon so full of love and life, and he found that he felt sad because of it. There was nothing that he could do about the love that Kal had for his wife, but at the very least Ian could give him a portion of his heart, and his body. That being said, he found that he was growing more lustful nowadays even with the pokemon's help. He had thought that his desires would lessen over time, but having a new outlet simply gave him ways to experiment, and at the same time, he had to wonder if those glowing eyes were boring into him, were tearing into his very being, and corrupting him. If that were the case, then he would gladly accept it. He could feel the throbbing heat of the pokemon pressing against his body as if letting him know that he wanted more. Ian would become a slave to that desire if he wasn't careful, but in a way, it felt like he had a purpose again. He wondered if his pokemon lover felt the same way. and as their lips parted he breathed out to let his voice join the steam.

“I love you."