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I never realized just how long the mating process would take for canid type Pokémon, or perhaps simply canid types as a whole. Even having had him in my mouth he had not lasted more than ten or fifteen minutes, which in itself was a pleasant duration. Humans might take as long to achieve their release but it seldom lasted particularly long afterward and never while they were in his ass. That had lasted minutes, at most, even with Paul.

Ebonshadow's throbbing presence lasted more than half an hour and every couple of minutes he seemed to achieve another, albeit minor, orgasm. By the time I felt the size of the bulge unifying us begin to shrink I felt as if I'd gotten a bit too overzealous with an enema. Sometimes letting someone in the back door required ensuring the mud room was cleaned first, after all. I had to clench hard as his shrinking knot slipped free and the rest of him slithered out as his hips drew back. He shifted his weight off of me and quickly shifted back to duck his muzzle down to give my well used ass a long, hard, thorough bathing with his tongue.

I kept my ass invitingly high for his ablutions but, when he moved back up alongside me, I slumped down onto my side and let out a long, shuddering, beatific sigh. He peered down at me and I reached up to drag him down into the cup of my body. “Oh, Ebon my lovely lad, that was the best fuck I've had in years." I said as I buried my face in the fur of his neck. “How are you doing after all that?"

The Pokémon let out a long, burring roll of vulpine laughter and nuzzled the top of my head and shoulder before giving a playful nip at my nape. He shifted about and snuggled up close, his back pressed into the curve of my body, tail draping over my legs. “Good, then?" He whuffled another soft gekkring burr and nuzzled at me. I could still feel his gift shifting and sloshing about behind the tight grasp of my ring but was a bit loath to get up and use the restroom.

With Paul I never had such worry, I could let his offering remain without any fear of it escaping due to the pressure of its sheer volume. With others it had never been an issue because they wore protection. Only Paul ever had me bareback.

Well, Paul and now this wonderful inhuman partner.

After several long minutes basking in the afterglow I rolled toward the side of the bed and used one leg to lever myself up. “Dinner?" I asked as Ebonshadow stood, turned his back on me, and stretched languidly. I watched as he bowed his forequarters low and raised his hind, tail plumeing up high to give me a clear view of the handsome assets beneath. His balls, black velvet orbs carried one before the other slightly rather than side by side, and above that the polished black flattened circle of his anal ring. Turning his head to look back over a shoulder at me Ebonflame flashed me a brilliant toothy leer, though I saw his eyes were more a shade of green than blue.

I laughed and turned to reach out and cup those weighty velvet orbs, turning my hand to brush the pad of a thumb across the warm furless flesh of his vulpine back door. His spine bowed, lowering his breast to the bed and lifting his haunches more sharply. “Love, you've changed yourself. I'm afraid that you haven't adapted to me like you were before." I gave a light poke with my thumb before retrieving my hand. “You're a virgin, now. So let's take our time with that particular fun." I grinned and chuckled at his splay eared pout and made my way to the bathroom to ease the sloshing liquid pressure trying to escape.

Finding that we were completely out of the Pulki Ebonflame enjoyed, I cooked a couple of one pound, inch thick steaks for dinner, both of them rare and juicy, adding a side of thin cut fried potatoes with a brown mushroom gravy. I cut Ebonflame's up rather than having to sit and watch him gnaw chunks from it. Demure as she had been and he was, the vision of his sharp molars slicing chunks of meat dripping red juices made my cock try to retreat into my gut. Not enough to want to deny him having my arousal between those same teeth, but enough to give me pause.

We watched a couple of action movies after dinner, sprawled together along the sofa, before bed. When I lay my head down on the pillow, expecting him to curl up in the cup of my body he instead turned carefully, lay down, and worried one of his rear legs under my pillow. The other he raised and draped over my head and I smiled, reaching out to draw his haunches closer and bury my face in the warm, rich spice and sunbaked stone musk of his furry sheath and balls. He nuzzled under my flaccid cock to drape it over his muzzle, his cool nose against my balls and, comfortably positioned, we fell into slumber that way.

I was alone when I awoke to the sound of the toilet flushing. I cracked open an eye to peer at the window, seeing the fading pink of diffuse dawn light leaking through. I was thankful that the trees outside prevented errant dawn sunbeams from lancing into my eyes. Ebonflame returned with a quiet click of claws on the floor and jumped smoothly up onto the bed to stand over me. Seeing my eyes slitted with slow arriving wakefulness he gave my lips a slow caress of his tongue. I let that dexterous, slim appendage past my lips as I rolled onto my back and stretched, ruffling the fur of his shoulders and sides as I returned the kiss.

I watched those slit pupiled eyes gleam with mischief, the light green darkening to emerald as blue infused them and I smiled around his invasive, insistent tongue. He drew his head up after a few moments of morning greetings and, with pointed casualness, turned around to step over my head leaving me looking up at the gifts I had spent the night nuzzling against.

And then he sat down. I let out a startled huff as velvet balls were crushed against my face and I struggled at the fur of his sides. “Umf, Flame!" I complained, if halfheartedly, only able to see the back of the balls squashing my nose, the fur of them thinning upward along his taint, to the black ring beneath his slowly wagging tail. “Good morning and all but…" My complaints were dashed when he pawed the rumpled covers off of my hips and gave my flaccid maleness a long, slow, hot lick. “Mhmff!" My fingers dug into the fur of his sides and I inhaled a hot breath of his musk as his tongue dragged along my length from tip to root again. “Breakfast in bed it is." I chuckled, then groaned into the velvet of his balls when his nimble tongue gathered up the head of my awakening cock and drew it into the hot, toothy cage of his muzzle.

Moving my hands back along his body I caught the hollow of his haunches and pulled him back a bit, dragging his sheath across my lips and nose, until I could tilt my head back and give the tufted fur of its tip a flick with my tongue. That was going to be a decidedly awkward angle, I realized. Shuffling about, earning a warm, growling gekkr of curiosity as he drew is muzzle from my fully awakened arousal, I grabbed my pillow and forced it under my shoulders. That elevated my upper body enough to let my head tilt back. He had raised up a bit my squirming so I grasped his haunches and drew him back down, until the soft fur of his sheath brushed my lips.

His hips rolled in a slow, desultory motion, pressing his sheath against my kiss until I felt slick heat touch them. As I had allowed his tongue to I also allowed his newly acquired maleness to slip past my lips, earning a stronger rolling jerk of his hips. My lips pressed his sheath back as his slim vulpine shaft speared my mouth, from tip to the subtle curve of his knot to tickle the back of my throat before drawing up. I felt the confining, hot cage of his muzzle slide down upon my length again as his hips began to roll and buck, but without the urgent, fierce need of the previous days.

Oh, he was certainly giving my face a good fuck, but it was a slower, far more sensual sort of fucking that let me feel the rapid, throbbing pulse of his thickening shaft within my mouth. I was able to even take the knot for the first minute or so but it soon became too large and merely bumped my nose with each slow, easy thrust. I drew one hand up to wrap my fingers around his naked knot and squeezed, earning a growl around my erection.

Oh, what a delightful way to greet the morning. Paul and I had done the same many, many times. Often one or the other of us would even awaken to find our cocks already well established in the other's mouth. Things would proceed apace from there, depending on how much time we had before our first classes or work. When we had neither concern it could be an hour or more before we wound down.

And so it was with Ebonflame, as well. With his tongue pressed against the less sensitive upper side of cock I did not rise nearly so swiftly toward climax as I would otherwise, so we once again achieved that together within a few moments of each other. Unlike Paul, and other men, however, Ebonflame's climax was just the beginning. He stayed erect, thick and throbbing, for more than ten minutes after the first of several hot, salty musky detonations in my mouth. Damn but I loved that. Even after Ebon's erection faded and he released mine from his muzzle we both simply sprawled there, basking in our shared euphoria and redolent musks, for another quarter hour.

After having a proper breakfast I went through my refrigerator and cabinets putting together a list of items I was short of as I did each week, then showered to divest myself of Ebonshadow's fur, my own sweat, and the musk of arousal and release that clung to me. Ebonshadow never seemed to suffer from that heady cologne, at least to my blunt human nose, but after a full day of stress - from being briefly kidnapped to getting solidly fucked only to wake up hours later and get fucked again - I stank.

But, damn I could get used to that.

Hell, I was used to it already. I was addicted to it. Since Paul it had been brief stints with guys I had little interest in besides getting me inside them or them inside me. Beyond that such relations never lasted more than a weekend. I didn't want it, they didn't want it, so after a suck and fuck we always went our separate ways.

But now I had something to look forward to. Something that lifted my heart and made me happy. I didn't care the least little fuck that it turned out to be a Pokémon, despite our inability to carry on a conversation beyond pantomime and eye color.

I just wish it hadn't come with fights and kidnappings, even if that whole shit storm was what brought me to her, now him.

I pulled on some comfortable clothing and leaned down to give my handsome bundle of black fur and passion a nuzzle between the ears as I passed the sofa. “Want to take a walk in the park, hon? We're out of Pulki, and a lot of other stuff." Ebon gave my lips a stroke with his tongue and slipped easily off of the sofa to stretch, once again ensuring he was turned away from me to show off his assets. I laughed.

Well, the advantage of his not needing clothes meant I could enjoy the view, even in public.

I opened the door and let Ebonflame trot out before me, prancing as he always did. I wonder what the Pulki vendor would say when he noticed my partner was no longer female. We strode down the path around toward the park, bypassing the parking lot where my all too seldom used skimmer was parked, still plugged into its charging dock. I never noticed the two men in another car on the opposite corner of the parking area.

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“Sir, this is Red Bird. Subject has left his residence." One of those men said into a small radio clipped to the pocket of the vest he wore over a faded gray t-shirt. His partner was similarly dressed, but in green with a loose hoodie.

“Affirmative. To work?" The suited man asked back almost immediately.

“Negative, loose blue shirt, light jacket of brown, black jeans. Carrying shopping bags. Likely making for the market in the park, he is not using his vehicle." The two got out of their vehicle and watched as the man and Pokémon disappeared down a path through the barrier of trees around the edge of the park.

“Was the Pokémon with him?"

“Affirmative, sir. Should we follow?"

“Yes, but stay unobtrusive. I will be on site in about thirty minutes. Keep me updated."

“Affirmative, sir. In thirty."

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We did not move with haste, choosing a meandering path that kept us in forest more than field. We watched a small group toss around a ball, their Pokémon dashing after it but unable to attain it before it was caught by its target and thrown again. A couple of men tossed a frisbee back and forth, working their way across the field toward the opposite woodline. As I passed beyond the playing field the two men followed some distance behind, joking about the latest apparent blunder by some team or another. As I did not follow sports their distant conversation was lost on me.

We detoured around the almost completed Spontaneous grandstand construction, though our path only skirted that field anyway, and angled for the market through another broad swath of semi-wild forest. Half way through was a small open glade, no more than fifty paces across, with picnic tables along one side.

“Nimue, Sunbeam if you please." I looked toward the voice to see a man in a sharp, expensively tailored business suit standing beside a glimmering gold lion. I'm seen them before, hadn't I? As I watched a small sun rose up from the huge beast's mane to hover just above its, his considering that thick mane, head. I felt a sudden sense of unease and tensed myself to flee when a sudden flash turned the world white. I heard Ebonflame's snarling gekkr of alarm and the whumph of darkness being summoned.

Blinded, staggering, I tried to orient myself to the forest but without being able to see the trees I knew I would only end up on my ass. “Flame, I can't see!" I was beginning to, however, the blinding whiteness slowly fading to dancing spots of intense white. I saw darkness dart to one side, flare, long trailers of black lancing toward the shimmering glow which could have only been the lion. I scrubbed my eyes, desperate to dash the dancing spots.

Ebonflame moved in swift, surging jerks across the glade, dodging brilliant bars of light that sprang from the glowing feline shape, the beast's mane a magnificent halo about its head and neck. Those were matched in kind by snaking streaks of shadow that banished some, evaded others, and always lanced into the light. They were met with brilliant shields that flared with brightness, threatening to blind me again, before shattering and taking the dark lances with them.

The lion did not run or dodge, nor even move overmuch save to keep the darting roil of cohesive blackness in front of it. Nearby the suited man stood, unmoving, and watched. I sensed others nearby and my bleary vision picked out the two frisbee players and a third near them. They were not crying out in alarm or holding up phones to record. Intstead, like the suited man, merely watched the sun and darkness battle.

Still bleary eyed but able to see well enough to join the fray I strode toward the suited man with purpose, my hands clenched into fists. I heard the sharp, shrill yelp as one of the lion's blinding beams pierced the churning darkness but it was followed up by an angry snarl. Ebonflame was singed, perhaps, but nothing more. The lion staggered as a half dozen jagged streaks of darkness hammered into a hastily created shield, shattering it to plunge through, evaporating against the blinding light of the beast's form.

As I neared, I saw the suited man raise a hand to his ear and could hear him speaking but the snarling of the big cat and Ebonflame's harsher, burring yowls drowned what he was saying. I was half a dozen paces from bringing my own fight to the man, peripherally aware of the other three moving in on my flanks, when Ebonflame upped the intensity to eleven.

Instead of sending lancing, jagged lines of dark spears he launched an arcing cloud of darkness that splashed against the lion's shield of light, and enveloped it. The lion let out a coughing roar of surprise when it was fully engulfed. Flickering spots of sunshine escaped here and there, strobing like a bad street light in momentary gaps of black flame. The grass around it shriveled, browned, and began flickering with black fire.

“Affirmative, confirmed. Call her off!" The suited man said, stepping toward the pillar of abyssal black flame only to recoil, shielding his face from the eerily cold heat. I could hear the angry, frightened snarls of the lion trapped within and saw that the flames were contracting, the momentary flashes of light growing brighter before dimming. I staggered to a stop only three paces away.

“Ebon! Ebon! Stand down, he yields!" I sensed the regard of my mate from within the churning cloud of darkness and it throbbed, then subsided a bit. A moment later the towering pillar of fiery, chill darkness pulled away from the lion, disappearing once again into Ebonflame's dark form. The lion, revealed, still glowed but far more dimly. The sun above its head was little more than a guttering spark. It staggered, head sagging, the halo of its golden white man collapsing down about its neck.

“That will be all, Nimue." The suited man said as he knelt to hold the great cat's proud, though haggard, head. “You did well. Now, let us go." With one hand lost in the cat's mane upon its shoulder the two turned back toward the forest.

“Now, wait right there!" I yelled, stalking toward him only to have three bodies interpose themselves between me and the forest. Darkness drew up alongside me, tendrils of shadow wreathing about my legs and up my body as I felt the heat of Ebonflame against my leg. “What the fuck? Can't I even go shopping without some assholes on the path?"

The woman with the two men, holding one hand to an ear to listen past my frustrated yelling, turned blue eyes to regard me. “No." She said simply and gave a sharp jerk of her head toward the path that would lead toward the market. Together the three backed toward the path down which suit and lion had disappeared, soon leaving me and Ebonflame standing alone. The only evidence of a fight having taken place was the ragged ring of charred black grass with a small undamaged swath in the center.

It looked too small for the lion to stand upon, unless it were curled up like a kitten.

As the adrenaline crashed I staggered over to one of the picnic tables and collapsed onto the bench. Ebonflame jumped up onto the top of the table to settle couchant and nuzzle under my chin. “What in the nameless hells was that all about?" I gasped as I clutched Ebonflame's adrenaline shuddering body close against my chest. I leaned back to look down. “Are you all right?"

Ebonflame raised his head and nodded jerkily, giving a staccato vulpine laugh before shaking himself out. I saw a single line of naked black flesh across one foreleg, probably where the lion's light had pierced the veil of roiling darkness. I reached out to touch it gingerly but Ebon did not flinch away. “That doesn't hurt?" Ebonflame turned his head to look at it with one golden yellow eye, then gave it a lick. For a moment his body fluffed, darkness spilling from is fur. It coiled around his forelegs, growing darker and denser before seeping back under his pelt. When I looked the line was still there, but the naked flesh was covered in a short layer of velvet fur. He shook his head and then gave my cheek a lick before bounding down to the bench and then ground.

Looking back over his shoulder at me he gave a flirtatious flick of his tail exposing balls and dark ring of naked flesh beneath the lush appendage before trotting toward the path into the forest. He paused where I dropped the shopping bags and looked at me expectantly. Even from the picnic table I could see his eyes were once more green, flashing momentarily blue before settling once more to green.

Tease.

Neither the greengrocer nor the Pulki seller noticed that Ebonflame had changed at all, other than the grub man noting he seemed larger than before. Of course, without looking under Ebonflame's tail from behind nothing was readily visible to reveal his gender. The long fur of his belly concealed his sheath easily.

Four bags heavier we began retracing our steps, though I was ill at ease each time we passed through a wood line. Between the assault by Nicholas Armadore and his thugs and now that man and his Solion I was almost afraid of the forest. But no one stepped out to accost us, this time.

At the athletic field we came across a scene of absolute bedlam as dozens of Pokémon were amassed on the field going at each other in an all out battle. Humans stood around the periphery cheering and laughing and it took me several moments to realize that they were playing. Despite the flashing abilities and darting bodies it did not seem like any of them were doing any harm. I saw Ebonflame look on, his lush tail slowly waving behind him.

“Go." I said with a chuckle as I angled toward an unused chair toppled along the sidelines. “See if you can take them." With a burring yelp Ebonflame charged into the fray, body disappearing into the dark cloud of his power. Long tendrils of darkness snapped out, swatting the nearest Pokémon and sending a few tumbling. A bipedal one, probably an Umbreon though I could not be sure, jerked upright and grasped its offended backside as it turned to see where the assault had come from. By then Ebonflame was past and swatted its backside again as it turned. I laughed. Someone nearby turned toward me, also laughing.

“The dark one yours?"

“Kinda, yeah." I said, setting the bags down and taking a moment to stretch. By now Ebonflame was in the thick of the melee, opening the center of the pack as he went toe to toe with a towering Charizard. The massive saurian whipped around and sent a shower of sparks, impressive to see but pretty harmless, washing across the small space. Several Pokémon danced out of the way of the small stinging sparks but Ebonshado's dark cloud simply drank them, spitting back a similar shower of night black motes. The Charizard bellowed, laughter apparently, and swatted at itself as the tiny motes stung its scaly hide. “Which one's yours?"

The man pointed up among the flock of diving, darting, tumbling avian forms above. “Talonflame, there." A stooping form the color and shimmer of a summer campfire dove from the flock, evading a short static zap from a fluffy cloud darting near, and lobbed a ball of flame into the mass below. It faded to a soot ball before arriving and splattered off the shoulder of a zebra striped equine type that gave out several short, barking brays as it danced aside and looked for its assailant. The talonflame banked, angling upward directly into a snowball lofted from higher above. The raptor squawked and tumbled but righted itself and darted after the ice-wielding bird above.

“What is this?" I waved a hand at the raucous mob.

The man gave a cheer and waved his fist at the avian scrimmage above. “Oh, just letting off steam. We let them come out every weekend and just… cut loose." Pulling up a chair the man plopped down nearby. A woman jogged over to give the man a high five.

“Your firebutt bird just pasted my stripes good." She laughed as she looked over at me as a new face. “I keep telling him to look up."

“Yeah, I say the same to my Bonnie but does she listen? Oh, nooo. And so gets a face full of snowball the moment she stoops. Don's not going to let us live that one down." Another snowball slammed into the ground mere feet away, showering us with chill spatters as the man's fiery hued bird darted low along the periphery of the battle trying to evade the fusillade from above, passing us by a mere couple of feet at eye defying speeds.

Ebonflame and the Charizard had apparently put aside their rivalry and were now dominating the center of the melee. The large lizard's tail was sweeping the legs out from under anything that got close while Ebonflame was pummeling those getting past with lashes of darkness. From the way his targets staggered but did not fall I assumed he was using a blunt version of his normal dark spears. Showers of embers erupted from the Charizard's tail and it spat gobbets of apparently harmless flames from its maw to coat hapless victims. They all yelped with sounds more of disgust than anger or pain as they rolled in the churned ground to smother the flames. Ebonflame also sent out showers of dark motes to sting and harass any who got near.

“Balbaur seems to have found an ally." The woman noted as she watched her striped equine leap the Charizard's swinging tail, duck under a gout of flame with the lithe nimbleness of a cat, and plowed into Ebonflame's darkness with its head held low. I grunted in surprise as Ebonflame was launched from the darkness to tumble across the ground, the equine close behind to bump him with its nose each time he regained his paws. “Or not."

Then the equine missed its nudge as Ebonflame tumbled sideways, burst into black mist, and leaped up onto the animal's back. It immediately began bucking madly but Ebonflame's dark cloud clung like a tick, hardly phased, and began striking out with lashes of darkness again, now far more mobile, some of them swatting the rump of his mount to goad it along. “Damn, that shadow cat is nimble." The woman observed, slack jawed.

“Fox, actually, of some type." I replied, grinning as Ebonflame was paraded around the battle on the back of the bucking equine, lashing out and spreading chaos. He did not spare his former 'ally', either, swatting the Charizard with more than a few lashes. The woman's brows rose as she looked across to me. “I'm not sure on his particulars, really. Only met him a couple weeks back."

“Formidable, though." The man observed as the equine, exhausted and unable to dislodge its rider, made a straight line toward the edge of the field. “Uh oh, if they leave the field they're out. Balbaur wins again. Hope your darkie knows the rules."

Apparently he did not, for he remained resolutely on the equine's back even as it charged through the parting crowd and trotted to a stop, breathing heavily. Since no one pursued them Ebonflame's black whips withdrew and, a few seconds later, the darkness shrank back until my handsome black foxish Pokémon was revealed sitting primly upon the equine's striped shoulders. I stood and gathered up the groceries as the woman hastened over to her Pokémon, gathering the large equine head to her breast and hugging tight. Ebonflame turned to give the large head a nuzzle between the ears before dropping down with all the grace of a cat to trot over, tongue lolling and teeth gleaming in a fierce grin.

“Looks like he wins." I observed with a chuckle as I used my least encumbered hand to ruffle one of Ebonflame's tall triangular ears, careful not to bump his muzzle with the grocery bags. “Gotta stay in the ring to finish the fight." Ebonflame looked toward the battle royale that was slowly petering down as the Charizard dominated the center with fewer and fewer challengers. “Next week, maybe?"

Ebonshadow gekkred eagerly and nodded, watching me with brilliant green eyes. They flashed blue as his slitted pupils widened to near circles and he licked his whiskers. I laughed. “Okay, okay. When we get home, Flame, lad. Plenty for you to enjoy." I winked as we resumed our trek through the last bit of boundary forest.

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“That was solid confirmation. The Flame of the Abyss has been returned." The tech said via the earpiece of the suited man. He nodded as he sat in the passenger seat of the company van, his exhausted lion sprawled in the cargo area behind them with the driver's much smaller wolf-type.

“It is confirmed." He replied levelly. “Advise legal and prepare the documents. I will oversee the presentation this evening." Finally, it was down to paperwork and concluding reports. Once the presentation was complete he would enjoy a nice, long vacation somewhere in the heat of a savanna summer where his Nimue would feel more at home. Perhaps they would encounter a prideless Solioness to pass his time.

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We returned home without any further incidents and I set the groceries on the counter before making my way over to the sofa to join Ebonflame already sprawled there. I stroked the fur of his neck as he rested his head in my lap. “Flame, my dear, I'm not sure I can take too many more days like these last few." I said with a rueful chuckle. Ebon raised his head to look up at me, cocking it to one side as his tall ears pricked forward. When I looked down they shimmered from green to sky blue and then a soft yellow.

Curiosity, I realized. Or caution, that particular hue. I laughed again and gave the nape of his neck and back of his shoulders a ruffle. “Oh, hell no, love. Not you, that's a long-forgotten dream reawakened." I leaned down to give his cool black nose pad a peck with my lips, only to have them met with a slow caress of his tongue. “I meant all of this conflict with the Armadore's and now that guy with the lion." I shook my head and flopped back. After a moment I dragged out my phone and entered a quick search query through my city app.

One advantage to working within the city government was easy access to normally inaccessible numbers. It rang twice before it was picked up. “Armadore Supply." A friendly female voice answered. “This is a private number. If you have business inquiries please call our publicly accessible contact numbers."

“This is not business." I replied as I stroked Ebonflame's back slowly, satisfied that I had reassured him of my commitment to him by the green color washing back into that slit pupiled gaze. “I am reaching out to make contact with Mister Armadore, directly, for a personal inquiry. Could you convey a message?"

“We can, sir, yes. I cannot guarantee a response, however. Mister Armadore is always very busy."

“That's fine. Tell him the man from the lake has a question about his Pokémon. He will understand the inquiry. Give him this number."

“Very well sir, I will convey the message. Have you anything else?"

“No ma'am, have a pleasant day." I let the call disconnect and tossed my phone onto the end table as I felt a slow, heavy stroke across the front of my pants. I looked down at Ebonflame's paw and met his soft blue eyes. “Oh, I did say there was plenty for you once we got home, didn't I?" I chuckled and his teeth flashed in a brilliant white gleam from the deep black fur of his muzzle, long whiskers lifting. I grinned back. “Is there plenty for me?"

He let out a soft, burring gekkr of vulpine laughter and nodded slowly, the blue darkening as the pressure against the front of my pants became more insistent, blunt claws hissing across the material before drawing away and he stood on the sofa. Giving my cheek a nuzzle he turned around and his long, lush tail brushed over the top of my head as he all but thrust his ass at my face. I laughed and leaned in, though down, to nuzzle his cool, velveteen balls. “Okay, love, but not that, today. I need to visit a pharmacy before we can see about banishing that new found virginity, I'm out of lube. You might have it naturally, but I don't." He looked back over his shoulder and gave a petulant little pout, ears and whiskers back, before turning around again to bury his head between my legs, nuzzling up against my crotch. “Anything else, though, is yours any way you want." I ruffled between his ears only to get a firmer nudge against my crotch with a low, burring growl.

With a chuckle I worried lose my belt and loosened my pants before shimmying them down over my hips along with my underwear. His head was between my legs again the moment I kicked them off and his tongue began bathing my balls and quickly awakening cock with licks. I shucked my shirt as he energetically bobbed my stiffening length about like a buoy on rough seas, and then turned to stretch out on the sofa.

I kicked my legs up onto it and he danced about to stand over me, his licks unrelenting as I stretched out. Reaching down I dug my fingers into the fur of his hips and lifted, albeit awkwardly, to turn him about. I let his rear legs down to the floor and shifted until my head hung off the front of the couch and I nuzzled into the deep, dark, warm and musky fur of his belly and sheath. His tip was already poking free and I lapped at it with a slow, circling caress. Ebonflame whuffled and burred as his legs shifted, their stance widening and forelegs lifting his front high to give me just the perfect angle.

I kissed his dripping tip, tasting the thin saltiness of his ready pre, then opened my mouth. He plunged in with a quick, eager roll of his hips and I let out a beatific sigh as his musk filled my nose and his flavor suffused my mouth. I stroked at his sides as his body bowed and flexed, nose buried against my balls, thrusting with needy abandon at my mouth. His tail was a lashing shadow beyond the balls which filled most of my vision and I drew my hands back to dig fingers into the thick, deep fur of his rump, pulling at him even as he thrust. His knot slipped into my mouth several times as it began to thicken, tip prodding the back of my throat until it was simply too large and prevented any further deep thrusts.

A breathless huff escaped around him when I felt the heat of his muzzle wrap around me, the solid bracket of those grub destroying teeth holding me perfectly centered upon the rolling pressure of his tongue. It was pure bliss, this time just as all the times before. And all the times to come, I hoped. I swallowed thirstily at the steady spatters of pre filling my mouth as he thickened fully, his thrusts never abating. I could feel the motions of his body above me, upon me, through the muzzle embracing my length fully from tip to balls. His forelegs shifted until the weight of his chest rested upon my gut and they clutched around my lower ribs, holding me in place as he thoroughly bred my willing mouth. Perhaps later tonight I could feel them about my waist again, blunt claws leaving red welts along my thighs as he held me like the good bitch I was.

But that was for later. Now was now, and to be enjoyed so I did. My gaze roved up beyond the balls brushing my face to the dark, flattened ring of naked flesh under his lashing tail. He would have me there, too, soon enough. I would just have to be careful because it did not look nearly as adapted to being filled as his vixen diamond had been. His arousal rose quickly and I felt his thrusts begin to stutter with short pauses before a flurry of short thrusts that bounced my head against the front of the sofa. I slid one hand around the back of his leg to grasp the knot grinding against my nose and lips with each thrust and a muffled snarl vibrated around my cock. I reached around with my other hand to tease that dark, naked flesh with my fingertips, feeling how it twitched with his thrusts.

His tail slowed its energetic lashing and flicked up, draping off to one side as I felt the knot in my grasp throbbing and growing slightly larger. He was so close, I could see the twitch and clench of his ring as I circled it with one finger. Just when I felt his tension could not last much longer I settled my finger into the center of that ring and pressed gently, slowly. I watched it flex powerfully and then relax and my fingertip disappeared within its embrace.

And then my mouth was flooded with a sudden wash of thick, salty sweet potency as his entire body shuddered and bucked. His muzzle clamped down on my length and hot breaths exploded from his nose to bathe my balls in heat. I gulped and felt how his ring clenched with each powerful jerk of his cock, watching his tail rise and fall in time. Jet after hot, thick jet exploded across my tongue and I tried to match the shuddering of his hips, the clenching of his ring, with a firm squeeze of his knot. He all but howled around me, pushing back my own slow progress toward the precipice of my own release. After nutting twice the day before, this morning, and now, my arousal was slow.

And, of course, I loved it. I could suckle him until his cock slipped away without becoming lost in the euphoria of release while I drank his with lustful greed. If he was frustrated and my slow rise to completion he didn't seem to mind, the rippling heat of his tongue letting up a bit as he became lost in his own climactic euphoria. Even after the deluge of his initial, strongest release was spent I held him gently and stroked that invading girth with my tongue, knowing there was still more to come. After several minutes he released my cock, drawing his head away and panting against my leg. His forepaws released their death grip from my midsection and his weight slumped down upon me, his hips pressing forward to grind the bulk of his knot against my lips. The smell of that magnificent thing, pressing close against my nose, was delicious. Hot stone, spicy musk, and the fleshy tang of his natural lubrication.

I was just sensing the subtle slimming of the girth in my mouth, the deflation of his knot, when my phone trilled, buzzing as it vibrated on the end table. I let Ebonflame slip back into his sheath as I levered myself upright and turned to flop back into the sofa, panting heavily as I reached over to pick up the phone. The number was unknown but I answered anyway.

“Mister Armadore?" I asked as Ebonshadow shakily dragged himself back up onto the sofa, turned, and stretched out. His forepaws draped across my thigh and he dipped his head to catch my still firm length with his tongue and, with an easy twist of his head, consumed me again. I stifled a groan.

“Yes. Interesting that you should be calling me, and so soon after our meeting. You had a question about my Rain?" The elder Armadore's voice was neutral, guarded.

“Not as such, no. I am curious about bonding. I know about it, of course, but not the how of it. Until Flame I never had Pokémon about."

Armadore gave an understanding 'ahh' softly. “Bonding is just something we humans put on it. The Pokémon choose who they wish to be faithful to, not us. As for legal matters, there are forms you fill out and present before a magistrate in the presence of the Pokémon who wishes to bond themselves to you." A soft, nasal laugh came through the phone. “And never think otherwise, son. It is you bonded to them, not the other way around."

“Okay, sir, that makes sense and I wouldn't want it otherwise, honestly. But… there's more?" I tried to keep the hitch and sigh out of my voice as Ebonflame finally found just the right angle to really get my arousal climbing. His ears flicked and soft burrs of vulpine laughter vibrate along the entire length of my imprisoned cock. The little monster! “I mean… the way you hinted, with Rain?"

“Ah, yes. That is not, yet anyway, legally observed by the State. Still not held in high regard in many circles. Too many still consider it bestiality, despite the Pokémon choosing us as much as we allow it. A blood bond."

“A… a what?" I grit my teeth and shifted as Ebonflame's tongue did wonderful things to my entire length, all the while growling softly around me.

“Ever hear of 'blood brothers'?" Armadore asked, a soft chuckle in his voice. “Firstly, you mate. It's that simple. Either they allow your advances, or you accept their own, and you mate. Done, and done. To make it truly formal you share a blood bonding ritual which is simply a cut that both of you share and hold together, just like those blood brother scenes you see in movies." I sensed wry humor in his voice over the line as I tried to suck breaths through my teeth and remain somewhat professional in voice. “The first aspect has been achieved, if what I can hear from your end is what I think it is. David said as much, yesterday, anyway. It seemed mutual, from what I saw at the lake, which is the more important part. All other Pokémon will sense that you are mates, and don't care. They'll know who is mated to whom and stay out of it… well, usually, for the most part. Like humans, some Pokémon do seek multiple mates, harems, the like. It works for them."

I scowled down at Ebonflame whose brilliant blue eyes gazed up at me mischievously, curling his lips to show off the gleaming white cage of his teeth, the cup of his tongue beyond and my own erection held within. “Yeah, it is. Sorry." I admitted, a little abashed, and sighed. “He's a little devil."

Armadore actually laughed warmly. “They all are, once they've chosen their mate bond. And that's for life, by the by. It's very, very hard, and not at all suggested, to break that bond."

“So, Pokémon already realize we're bonded? Mates, I mean?"

“Most certainly. Rain knew it the moment you released yours, as did all of the others there. Humans, for the most part, are utterly blind to it. Those who are tend to figure it out pretty easily, it's not difficult to miss once you know what you're looking for. Those, at least, will accept it." It was becoming harder and harder to keep my thoughts on anything other than the torturous, hot roll of Ebonflame's tongue on my aching, needy erection. He was purposely holding back, keeping me hovering right on the edge while he enjoyed my pre and the humor of my trying to stay sane on a phone call with a criminal kingpin.

“Thank you, sir, that answers all of my questions." I rasped as Ebonflame's tongue teased just below my tip with a firm upward push and stroke of his tongue. “I don't know how to ask if he's willing to take the final step but.. ggodss." I bit back my groan before anything further escaped my traitorous lungs.

Armadore's laugh was hearty and loud. “Just let him finish what he's up to and he'll let you know. Even if they can't talk do us directly, they have ways of communicating. Soon enough you'll figure out what he's trying to say pretty well, it's just like learning another language. And he's got you pent right up so I'll let you go. Enjoy each other." And the line went dead. I let out a short, harsh huff and grabbed Ebonflame's head, pulling him up a couple of inches and letting him settle at his own pace.

Which was immediate, and powerful. My orgasm exploded as his muzzle clamped tight around me and I let out a bellow of release, my balls aching with their need to empty. Ebonflame's growls deepened, stuttering as he gulped each thick, hot spurt of my seed.

“You evil, evil, dark little fox!" I scolded breathlessly as the euphoria began to fade and the last lingering sensitivity in my cock, which Ebonflame had yet to release despite its having shriveled by half, ebbed. I ruffled below his ears and his neck before dragging his head off my cock and to my face to share a sloppy, semen flavored kiss. Ebonflame gekkred foxy burrs of laughter the entire time, which made kissing decidedly stranger than it normally was.

After dinner we both settled into the sofa, platonically for once, and watched another episode of the cartoon thought-bubble rabbit and his barely functional commune 'family'. This week was about grazing rights and lawn maintenance and had both of us chuckling when the rabbit tried communicating to a lawn care service that they were not hired to mow the lawn or trim the hedges. The lawn service, being human, had utterly no clue what the rabbit and other herbivorous residents, some residing in the lawn itself, were in a fuss about. Apparently they could not see the thought bubbles since no one else in the commune could, either. The lawn in question did look as if it was in dire need of trimming, overgrown and spilling into the street.

From there we switched to the clueless Paladin and his flirtatious, horned, horny mare. This week the Paladin was facing a dark knight and both of them were having problems with their duel because both the Paladin's mare and the dark knight's stallion had more amorous intentions. Add to that awkwardness was the fact that the dark knight's horse was just that, a purely mundane horse. When the Paladin complained that the flirting equines let the dark knight escape the mare snorted and complained right back. “I spend every day with someone hung better than that stallion and they don't even have a clue!" Of course the Paladin utterly missed her point, looking around for yet another horse while the mare rolled her eyes.

Since Ebonflame had come into my life the shows had actually begun to make more sense to me, with our own communication problems.

I paused the program when I heard the rapping of knuckles on my door. “Oh, fucking great." I groused as Ebonflame slipped out of my lap and I stood. I had, at least, thought to bring a pair of sweatpants and a shirt out of my room. I gathered them up and put them on when the knock came again. At least it wasn't the heavy thud of a fist, this time. I walked over to the door and activated the external view screen.

All I could see in the display was an enlarged image of some sort of business card. “Chathom, Lowe, Marks, and Trent. Estate Management." I depressed the talk button.

“Move the card so I can see who you are." I said, wondering what the hell an estate management firm would have with me. Had the landlord sold the apartment complex without telling the residents? After a second the card was lowered, revealing three men. One had a creepy looking gray and black owl Pokémon on his shoulder, the other did not seem to have one, and the third…

“Oh, fuck." I said, retreating from the door when I saw, standing between the other two, the suited man from the park with his golden lion. “He's back, Flame!" I hissed as I retreated from the door and contemplated other ways out of the apartment. “He's here!"