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Life had been mostly normal. Ian had injured himself following two paths in life he had been passionate about, but had found joy in slowing down to be with his wife. Though she became more drawn to her work and spent less time with him as a result, the times they were together were still some of the happiest they had been; even if his sex drive needed a bit of extra help now and then from his hand. He loved what he had, cherished it even, but even still there had always been a tiny itch in the pit of his stomach for something more. Most of the time, he had figured he was lucky compared to the family pokemon. Kal had fallen in love with his wife as soon as the poor thing had become a sylveon. It stared at his wife with those deep green eyes full of love and lust, but Cass had only seen it as a pet’s adulation for their owner. She couldn’t understand that pokemon had minds of their own, couldn’t understand that those minds were more than capable of forming bonds and attachments the same way that humans did. So, Ian had done nothing to stop Kal and had even tried to encourage the poor thing a few times. Their relations had been rocky to begin with, and the pokemon had always seemed to snap and growl at him whenever they got too close to one another, but now things were much different. Normal had been tossed out in favor of something wilder, something more heated that sometimes kept him up at night. Kal and Ian’s relationship had been mended and twisted into something carnal during one of her business trips. The sylveon had fallen in love with him, and he did not have the heart to push him away, instead, Ian had allowed himself to be pulled by those gentle ribbons both in spirit and form into the warm embrace of lust. At first, it had simply gone on while his wife was on her trips as a way for both of them to cope, but soon it became something that they both needed to indulge in even when she was there. Ian became acutely aware of eyes peering at him and his wife when they had sex, of desire burning from somewhere nearby along with whispered voices asking if he’d like something more. And no matter what Ian did, he couldn’t deny these new desires. Normally, it wasn’t so bad seeing as his wife was out often, but his wife had some news to share.

Cass arrived around the afternoon as she said she would. Ian and Kal were on the couch side by side watching a colorful show that had both of them yawning when she burst through the door and nearly tripped nto the living room while squealing causing them both to jump up as Ian coughed, “What? What is it?”

“I’ve got some great news!” She Said aloud.

Ian breathed out and sat back, hand brushing through curled and messy hair to pull it back into a tail with a band wrapped around his wrist as he peered at his wife with tired purple eyes, “Goodness. Had me and Kal hopping out of our seats thinking you were either going to rob us, or you were being robbed.”

His wife bounced and giggled, “Sorry! I just couldn’t contain myself.” She then breathed in deep before beginning, “So, I’ve been on a few trips too many lately, I feel, and my boss also thought that I’ve been working super hard, so I’ve been given a chance to work from home. I’ll keep the same hours, but I’ll be able to stick around more! The company doesn’t have anything major going on either, so basically, no more business trips! At least, for a while!”

She threw herself into his arms and he embraced her as tightly as he could with a big smile on his face. The warmth he felt blossomed and grew until it paused. He had his chin nestled on her shoulder, his eyes shut, and all he could feel was her body against his as he rose to meet her embrace in a better manner. That being said, there was something else. A touch of gentle ribbons around his ankle, a weight on his leg leaning in reminding him that there was something that he had been forgetting. Her business trips had been a way for him and Kal to get out their frustrations and desires, and their collective libido hadn’t slowed down a bit. Yes, she was staying here more often, but she had said that she was also going to be working. He opened his eyes and looked down at Kal who had a small and crooked smile on his features. The ribbon-clad canine-hybrid was a bit more intense than most sylveon he had come to see. Fur a soft cream instead of white, and the pink outlining his form in places duller and darker in places. There was no need to share thoughts to understand what that little crooked smile meant, no need at all for any communication considering what they both had been doing.

Just as those thoughts were pouring through his mind, Cass let go of him and turned around to pick up the large pokemon into her arms in a surprising display of strength, “Kal sweetie! Aren’t you glad that I’m gonna be home? I know that you might still get a little lonely with me on the computer all the time taking care of business, but now I have all night to hold you close and tell you just how pretty you are!”

She showered the sylveon with kisses on his cheeks, and Kal winced while Ian looked toward him with a quiet apology on his lips.

Kal still had feelings for Cass, still had desires for his wife, and while he was more than fine with the pokemon continuing to try; yet again, his wife was clueless. Her kisses were gentle pecks between squeaks and squeals meant to appeal to a basic animal. Kal seemed annoyed more than anything else, but he pushed his head against hers most likely taking what he could get, or perhaps not sure what else to do in this sort of situation. When she set him down, Kal let out a sigh and moved to sit by his leg, leaning against him just a bit while looking up at Cass. There was no way that Kal would reveal himself to Cass just yet. He was concerned that it might shock her to learn that her pokemon could not only talk with some sort of telepathy, but that he also truly did love her. Kal didn’t want to hurt her in any way at all, even if he had been hurt before by her lack of acknowledgement.

His wife looked from the pokemon, then to him, and repeated this a few times before she beamed, “You know, you two seem so happy together lately. It makes me so excited to know that I don’t have to worry about you needing bandages all over your fingers because Kal was grumpy. I’m so happy, in fact, that I’m going to cook a meal. Get dressed into something better and give Kal a good brushing, would you?”

It had been a long time since he had eaten something from Cass’ cookbook, and he couldn’t help but smile at that, “Y’know, it's been so long that I almost said no. Thought for a second that you couldn’t cook, but then I remembered long ago you used to make some pretty good meals. Can’t seem to recall if you taught me or I taught you, though.”

Cass beamed but shooed him off with a huff, “Go on, go on. Get changed and ready for a romantic dinner before I swat you with a cookbook for that little comment.”

Ian chuckled and led Kal to the bedroom. When the doors shut behind them, the sylveon hopped up on the bed and he heard a voice in his mind rumbling, “I’m not waiting until she’s gone.”

He turned his back to the sylveon while shrugging out of his clothes, a small shudder running down his spine from the words said, his own voice as steady as he could make it, “We can wait a bit, y’know? The option is there. Doesn’t mean we have to constantly be going at it. Besides, didn’t we agree that when she was around we’d cool it a bit?”

“Yes.” Balked the pokemon in his mind, “But she’ll be here every day of the week telling me what a good boy I am, petting me and toying with me while ignoring my every flirt and move. While I have to pretend to be a stupid animal just to make sure she doesn’t freak out, or worse! You think that I’m going to be feeling just fine after all that?” Then a bit quieter the voice muttered, “And do you think I could really give up what we had even if it is temporary?”

Ian turned to Kal and moved to the bed, hands grabbing the sylveon’s cheeks as he connected their foreheads gingerly, “Just a little bit. Try for me, please? Both of us don’t want to freak her out. We both love her, so please, let’s try to calm down.”

The sylveon’s lips pulled up, fangs showing and gnashed together before he averted his gaze sharply, no words this time.

He couldn’t just leave Kal like this, and so he gave in to his heart just a bit and forced the sylveon to look at him to lock their mouths together. At first, ribbons pushed against his chest, deep green eyes wide with irritation before they sunk and melted. Their mouths melded together, heated breaths sharing in their equal frustration before Ian pulled away with a sigh growing between them. Their gazes met again, and again they went in for another kiss. Warmth and lust began to grow in him. Desire and hunger pulsing through his form until they were both panting with their heads locked together again. The kiss had been just to satiate Kal’s desires, to calm him down just a little bit, but now he found himself entirely too into it. His body responded with little signals that told him to dive in and grab the sylveon right now because he had no clue when he would get another chance like this. At the same time, he needed to remain somewhat calm.

Shivering while pulling away, Ian forced himself to turn his back on the sylveon while clearing his throat, “I know it’ll be tough, but we can manage it. I’ll at least promise that we can keep kissing like this, and well, maybe in the shower we can keep on fooling around. We just have to be careful.”

Quiet hung in the air for a few seconds until he began to struggle to get his boxers on, a voice purring against his senses, “At first you said nothing. Then you kissed me like that, and now it is only reserved to when we can’t be seen on occasion. You’re just as upset as I am. You’re just as frustrated and angry deep inside, aren’t you?”

Ian had turned away in order to try and hide his arousal, in order to not show the fact that he was struggling to tug his boxers over his erection. He didn’t want Kal knowing just how bad this was affecting him on the inside, what kind of turmoil it was creating. Even he wasn’t sure how deep it ran, and well, maybe it was a little bit unhealthy to repress that. It wasn’t only the fact that they couldn’t fuck, but also the fact that he couldn’t express any sort of genuine love to the sylveon. His base desires and primal hungers had turned to passionate breaths and longing stares. He still loved his wife beyond all else, but Kal had managed to slip into his heart as well. He thought about telling Kal to hush, telling him to go away, but he hated denying the sylveon. Lying to him, getting upset with him, denying him; these things were so difficult because he actually cared about the overgrown ribbon mutt.

Quietly, he stopped trying to struggle with his boxers and let them fall between his ankles while muttering, “A little bit. I might’ve gotten used to our routine.”

It felt like far too long before Kal began to rumble and purr into his ear again, “You know, I was hoping that you would have fucked me until I forgot her. Bred me until I no longer had any desire for her. Given yourself to me bent over until my cock needed nothing else but you. I still feel for her too, so I understand how you feel, but we both can’t handle this.” With a little bit more command in his voice, the sylveon continued, “Turn toward me.”

Slowly, he did as asked with a sigh. Walking over to the bed to take a seat on the edge while opening his arms to let the sylveon push his cheek against his own, “Really wish I could get her to acknowledge you.”

“Let me tell you a secret.” The sylveon’s voice whispered from all around causing him to jump a bit, “I still love her, but she’s not as important as you in my eyes right now. And I want to make that feeling mutual.” Before he could protest, Kal’s voice returned to normal but with the same hungry rumbles vibrating throughout, “For now, she’s cooking. Why don’t we just settle this with something mutual. Eat my ass while jerking off. You can fantasize all you want about breeding me, and in return you can give me a hand too.”

While trying to process everything that had been said along with the offer, he eventually decided to grab the sylveon’s cheek and sigh, “You’re not playing fair. You just want me to lose control and pound you into the sheets until you’re a moaning mess.”

The sylveon simply stared at him with a big smile before snickering, the answer clear as day.

He ruffled the cheek of the mischievous creature before opening his mouth to accept while reaching over to grasp the drawer of his nightstand to open it. Just then, they both heard the creak of the door. Kal’s fur stood on end before flattening as he hopped to the side and curled up. Meanwhile, he was left sitting at the edge of the bed with his hand on the drawer, and his dick pointed right up in the air.

“Sweetie! Checking on you because I can.” Hummed his wife happily before she cleared her throat, “Oh, I see that you’re busy.” She then started to giggle, “Honestly! Right next to Kal too. You’re even reaching for that toy of yours.”

Cheeks blazing, heart beating quicker by the second, Ian managed to cough out, “I mean, I don’t think Kal would mind. What I mean is, well, trust me. We’ve been without you for long stretches of time so it isn’t the first time he’s seen it.”

She hopped next to him and grasped onto his shaft to squeeze it gingerly while planting a peck on his cheek, “Oh? And here I thought he was in love with me. Did you steal my pokemon lover?”

The words were teases, but even still he couldn’t help but sweat a bit more as he answered back, “If anything, I’d say he’s looking at both of us now.”

As she ran her digits to the top of his shaft, Cass kissed his ear and hummed, “Honestly. So silly about all of that. Why would any of that matter when I’m right here? I know you’re being nice to him, but you have to stop all that silliness about him being capable of love. He’s just a silly little pokemon. Now, play with your toy and come on down when you’re ready. I shouldn’t even be doing this, since y’know, I’m cooking.”

Smile innocent and cheerful, his wife gave him one last peck on the lips before she got up and departed. When the door shut, Kal’s voice growled into his mind, “Silly little pokemon. I am done with that woman.”

He sighed and laid back on the bed while rumbling, “That was way too close.”

Kal huffed and hopped off the bed, “Not close enough. I am done being subtle. I am done being nice. I’m sorry but I cannot stand this any longer." While stomping away he added with a sniff, "And don't you dare touch that cock of yours because I am going to milk you dry later.”

There was a sharpness to that tone that cut deep, but something else hiding behind it. The words sounded almost choked instead of snarled, and he swore he saw mist at the edges of the pokemon’s eyes. Quietly, he reached with the desire to ask if Kal was okay, but the pokemon shoved the door open with a ribbon and shut it without another word. Sighing, he looked down at his cock and pondered the boiling mixture of feelings inside of him. In the end, he decided to just get dressed. Button up, jeans, a bit of a cold splash of water on the face to get himself to calm down. By the time he got out, he was ready to eat dinner with his wife and in a bit of a hurry. In fact, he was in such a hurry he nearly didn’t notice Kal sitting by the edge of the stairs looking entirely crestfallen. Head hung low, ears flat against the sides of his head. From where he stood he could hear his wife humming along to a tune, music playing from her phone as the sizzle of a working kitchen traveled on the air both in sound and smell.

Slowly, he sat down next to Kal on the top step before putting an arm around the pokemon. He hated seeing Kal miserable, and knew exactly why the pokemon was like this. His wife was such a beautiful woman, such a carefree and lovely soul. Hearing her voice so joyful would put a damper on his anger, and all of that vented frustration was nothing compared to what he really wanted. Just a little bit of recognition, just a little bit of love. Damn, he couldn’t just let the sylveon go on like this for however long his wife was going to be here. He reached under the sylveon and between the hind legs, moving up to clasp a fuzzy pouch while planting a gentle peck on the pokemon’s neck. He couldn’t just leave himself like this either. Seeing Kal so sad had brought about a desire in him to comfort, a desire to protect his lover.

Ribbons pressed to his shoulders with a slap firm enough that he winced as Kal’s voice whined into his mind, “No! We shouldn't be doing this, right? We should behave!”

“Weren’t you going to stop being so reserved and leave hiding up to me?” He said quietly before breathing out to the sylveon’s ears, “I can’t leave you like this. I can’t stand to see you so damn sad. I won’t neglect you, I refuse to.”

“Idiot.” Muttered the sylveon to his mind.

That word was repeated over and over again, but soon he felt heated breaths against his neck, soon he felt twitching arousal bouncing against his hand as the sylveon humped and pushed against his digits. Little bites were planted on his neck and shoulder through his shirt, huffs and growls turning to whines and sighs as he accepted Ian’s love. They still couldn’t take forever, but he continued pumping Kal’s tool while listening to his wife hum and work in the kitchen. When that twitching primal heat grew no longer, he pushed the sylveon onto his side causing him to growl for a second before pausing as Ian brought his mouth over the pokemon’s shaft. Maybe it was the surprise. Maybe it was the close proximity to his wife, or maybe it was the fact that so many of his frustrations were being poured out at once. Whatever the case, Kal’s hips began working in overdrive to start pistoning into his mouth as soon as his lips were over the tip He didn’t make a sound, didn’t gag, only accepted every thrust as ribbons wrapped around the top of his head along with a set of claws at the side. Ian had gotten a lot of practice with this sort of thing ever since awakening to his desire for men, thanks to Kal. The practice was mostly him waking up at night with his throat stuffed full of sylveon dick, but on occasion he had submitted to Kal in order to feel this pulsing warmth on his tongue himself. Saline slickness trailed along his tongue making him shiver, the heat of the shaft almost intense enough to burn as he breathed in the scent of sweet spice that so often prevailed on the pokemon’s form. Just as he was starting to lose himself in this blissful moment, both of them heard something from downstairs. Both of their eyes shot open wide as they heard the universal sign of cooking being done in the kitchen; some sort of spoon or spatula being banged against the rim of a pot or pan.

Just as he was about to pull his mouth away, he heard an apology uttered in his mind as the sylveon clung hard and thrust once more. Heated seed filled his mouth and stained his tongue and throat. The amount was more than he expected but he drank it all down all the same. Every twitch produced so much more, and by now they could both hear the fact that his wife had turned off the music and was making her way to the stairs. He would have enjoyed the feeling of having his throat invaded, of getting his mouth filled with so much love and desire if it weren’t for the fact that his wife was quickly approaching. The shaft rooted in his mouth was yanked out just as the last few drops were deposited, and the sylveon began to kick his face rapidly causing him to squirm as he did his best to swallow.

“Seriously? Roughhousing when I told you to look a bit nicer for dinner?” Cass said but with a chuckle from the bottom of the steps.

He brought a hand in the air in a thumbs up while removing his face from the sylveon, a few scratches here and there on his cheeks. Ian then cleared his throat to answer her, “Sorry about that! Told you that me and him just get along now. He looked a little bored so I decided to tease him a bit.”

“Ahah, so that’s why you still show up with a few scratches. Not because he’s naughty, but because you’re the one that’s naughty.” Cass said with a giggle, “C’mon, c’mon. Let’s get dinner everyone. We can wrestle, growl and pounce another time.”

When Cass walked away, he let out a wheezing breath and asked in a low hiss, “Why the hell did you kick my face?!”

Kal growled near his ear, “Because I had to make it look like I was a stupid pet playing with my owner instead of him sucking my cock like some depraved bastard!”

Shoulders relaxing, he sat back and looked at Kal who was still on his back, the words coming up slowly, “Did you enjoy, at least?”

The sylveon averted his gaze while muttering, “I did. Was that some sort of last hurrah before we start behaving?”

Ian got up and stretched before letting his hand fall atop the sylveon’s face. Kal opened his mouth to bite, but stopped as Ian chuckled, “No. That was a promise that I won’t be neglecting you while she’s here. Love ya.”

And with that, he walked down and away leaving Kal flabbergasted perhaps for the first time since they had started their little game. Stir-fried chicken and rice turned out to be what was for dinner. Earthy flavors and more awaited him at the table where he sat side by side with his wife. Kal skulked around but seemed a bit more sluggish than usual. That being said, he continued repeating what Cass had said about pokemon in his head over and over again. He enjoyed the meal, and he enjoyed the company, but he just couldn’t get it out of his head.

When he finished his food, he set his utensils down and breathed out, “Thanks for the meal hun. Couldn’t be happier with it, but can I ask you something?”

She blinked and set her fork down slowly, “Sure, what is it?”

“Do you really think pokemon are just silly pets?” He asked with a tilt of his head.

Cass' smile curved at one end as she chuckled, “Of course. I mean, I’ve never been a trainer really. Never saw a point since I wanted other things in life, but pokemon just seem like regular animals but a bit scarier.”

He thought about this for a moment before he breathed out, “Kal, can you come here for a second?” Kal blinked and moved to sit in front of him before he continued, “All right. You know there’s something you did that you never do when Cass is here. You helped me a lot with something because my shoulder ached, and you still did it whenever she was out, so, can you show Cass what that is?”

For a second, the sylveon narrowed his eyes and watched, Cass opening her mouth to huff, “I don’t even know what this is supposed to prove hon. Did he play with you in the kitchen or something?”

Kal looked toward her with a sniff before his ribbons took their finished plates. He got up and followed Kal while pulling his wife along to show her. Kal tossed out the scraps in the trash, and did the dishes. When all she did was gawk, he muttered quietly, “He saw that I was struggling, and he started doing this. I know you never took me seriously, but hon, I know more about pokemon than you. Just never wanted to bother you about it since you were gone so much. Y’know, now that you’re here, I gotta ask that you maybe look at your pokemon a little bit differently.

Cass rubbed the back of her head with a little frown, “Gee, you’re serious about this? I mean, I could toss it off as a trick, but you didn’t tell him what to do, didn’t even put up your fingers or anything.” She then gulped, “Hey uh, Kal? Can you flick water at my husband?” Instead of doing that, Kal flicked water back at Cass without even looking, causing her to sputter, “Okay, rude, but proving a point. I uh, gosh, if this is really the way it is. Why did he put up with all my baby talk?”

Ian chuckled a bit, “Why wouldn’t he? You’re the one who owned him since he was an eevee. Besides, how would you react if he suddenly made a serious move on you? Like, actually kissed you or did something simple like this to prove that he could think more than you thought he could?”

She seemed to process what he said before she nodded, “Okay, I’ll give him a little less baby talk, but don’t expect me to believe everything you say about Kal.” Before he could protest that, she planted a kiss on his cheek, “I still worked today so I’m a bit tired sweetie. Mind if we turn in early? We can talk about this and whatever after work tomorrow. I do early shifts on the computer so I’d appreciate getting a bit of sleep.”

When all he did was nod and smile, she walked away while humming to herself leaving him and Kal in the kitchen. After he was certain they were alone, he muttered to Kal, “Hopefully that gets her to stop saying hurtful things.”

The sound of running water and clinking dishes prevailed until he heard Kal’s voice, “I thought I was going to be bold, but here you are just letting it all out in the open. What if she finds out?”

“We’ll figure that out together, but I can’t stand seeing you sad after she says something that makes you feel bad. I don’t want you playing dumb anymore either even if you are enamored with her. Get annoyed. Fuss. Respect yourself like I love you. Okay?” He said quietly.

Kal set down the last plate and turned to him sharply. He blinked as the sylveon strode out of the kitchen. Had he been too harsh about this? Regardless, he decided that he should turn in early as well. No sense in thinking about it too much. As it turned out, his wife had been exhausted, or maybe that was just the way she was. With her eyes open she had the energy to spare and was at one hundred percent at all times, but when she closed her eyes she dedicated all her energy to sleep, and at the moment she was snoozing peacefully in bed with the lights turned on most likely for him. He got out of his clothes, all of them except for the boxers before pulling his side of the covers up. Ian froze as he saw Kal lying on his side, hind leg spread upward, a ribbon grabbing onto that plump rear to pull it apart showing off a puckered star waiting for his touch. The drawer that led to his lube and toy was still open, and he reached in to grab the lube slowly before letting his boxers down. Ian shut the lights off and leaned down to take a dangerous kiss, to plant his mouth to the sylveon’s ass as if they were lovers embraced lip to lip. He remained there while lapping away at that sweaty rear, as he dipped his tongue inside for just a few moments before sliding up and onto the bed next to the sylveon. Quietly, he pulled the covers over both of them leaving only their heads exposed, and his hands got to work on the rest.

Lubed digits slide inside of the pokemon’s rear, his body warming further as he heard that voice purring at the back of his mind, “Are you sure you want this? We could stop right now.”

Kal tried to turn around but was stopped as an arm wrapped around him tightly, two digits slamming inside of that right rear to stretch it wide. The digits were rolled around and twisted, spreading apart to knead and mold those insides to the purpose that he wanted them to. At the same time, he kept his hold on the pokemon’s body nice and tight. Heat budded underneath the covers as he toyed with the sylveon, as he prepared his pokemon lover to receive all of his hunger and frustration. Kal squirmed and tried to pull away a few times, but he knew exactly why that was. Holding him like this he had no choice but to point his front toward Cass, and could do nothing but watch as Ian’s wife slumbered peacefully while such a depraved thing was pointed at her. They had sex beyond veils and covers, behind doors, and more when Ian’s wife was in the house, but never had they been up so close. This was so irresponsible, so damn stupid, but he couldn’t help it. Kal had been right. He couldn’t handle it, and all it took was a little temptation for him to snap.

Quietly as he could manage, he muttered over the sylveon’s head, “Relax. I want you to start thrusting those hips as if you were inside of her.”

Even he felt surprised by the heat of his words, by the lust pouring from each letter passing through his lips. The sylveon bit down on his arm most assuredly to shut himself up, and the bite was most likely hard enough to leave a few marks, but he remained resolute in holding the sylveon while easing in a third finger. At the same time, it didn’t take much coaxing for those canine hips to start moving, for the lustful creature to begin humping the space between them and his wife. Ian had been holding back the entire time, had been trying to push himself to remain as calm as he could in this situation, but so much building up had prevented him from doing that, and now he looked down at the panting sylveon only wondering how long could he last before he needed to slam inside. Even this game of teasing the poor thing was too much for him to handle.

Ian pulled his digits out of his pokemon’s ass one by one, his mouth planting a soft kiss atop while his fingers clasped onto his own shaft. He eased the tip against that prepped hole and suddenly, he heard Kal’s voice ringing in his mind, “Fuck me and hold me tight. Make me yours in front of your wife. Make it so that I can’t pounce on her like I want to right now. And please, drag me out of this room afterward so I can either mount you or you can hold me down until I behave. I’m so sorry.”

That last part was probably because the fangs on his arm were biting down even harder. The poor thing couldn’t control it, and Ian couldn’t control himself either. He buried his shaft inside as soon as the tip struck the shallows, as soon as that precious star sucked him in. Ian did his best not to make a noise, and he kept his voice level as best as he could by breathing out instead of groaning. Those breaths trembled into the air as he started to pump inside of the sylveon’s ass. He pulled back slowly before pistoning forward, and he repeated these motions over and over again. That rhythm was impossible to maintain as Kal’s hips continued to move, continued to thrust as if he were in a breeding rut. Every push forward drove his cock out, and every push back brought his cock deep inside of the pokemon’s rear. Kal managed to keep quiet enough, but the pressure on his arm continued, ribbons wrapping around his forearm as well as if to further give the pokemon a way to express his full frustration. With that encouragement, he had to thrust harder, but he knew he could only go so fast before he started rocking the bed.

His mind told him to stop, but his body kept pushing, kept thrusting until finally, he had to hold onto the sylveon with both arms to root him in place while he planted his throbbing shaft as deep as he could into that tight rear, hot cum pouring inside to make sure his seed would take. Their breaths formed a hot mist, the sylveon’s tongue dragging along the marks on his arm. Both of them were trembling violently. Neither of them seemed to want to get up, and even the fire and steam from Kal’s later statements had been vented. He moved his hand to check just in case and found that the sylveon was still hard, just a little bit tuckered out from what they had just done. Ian allowed his fingers to drift along the pokemon’s shaft, allowed himself to feel every inch while the warmth in his body seemed to bring life back to his muscles.

Quietly, he muttered to the pokemon in his arms, “Let’s take a shower.”

Instead of nodding, the sylveon remained quiet for a few seconds before speaking to his mind, “Let me take you here.”

The shock of the request loosened his grip long enough for the pokemon to squirm free. Before he could protest he felt a wet nose at his taint, a tongue moving beneath the covers sticky with drool to slide along his ass. He bit down on his bottom lip instead of cursing, moaning, or telling the sylveon to stop. A wide range of emotions punched through him, and he realized, this was revenge, wasn’t it? A bite or two on the thighs told him that his assumption was correct. Lube was spread over his puckered star with the help of ribbons that soon dipped inside and pushed, but they only did so much work before pulling out early. He had been prepared for the pressure of being stretched and prepped steadily, but soon the sylveon’s head was poking out of the sheets on his chest, and strong canine claws were digging into his sides.

He was about to make a little quip about the sylveon giving him mercy before he saw those glowing green eyes, before he felt that primal tip hitting his lubed rear. Ian remained quiet while bracing, while trying to relax, and soon he felt his ass spread just a bit to let the sylveon’s cock begin to dig on in. His toes clenched while he clung on to Kal’s back. The toothy smirk on the pokemon’s face gleamed even in the darkness. He wanted to wipe that smug look right off the little bastard’s face, but all he did was lie back and take it as the sylveon thrust in deeper and deeper. When Kal was balls deep inside of him, a little snicker escaped the ribbon-clad mischief maker. He tried to frown, but his expression cracked open to let out a long breath in an attempt to hold himself back. Instead of taking it easy, the pokemon began pounding in him as fast as possible. The only reason the bed wasn’t jerking around was because they both had such a damn tight hold on one another and the sylveon was mostly over his body. He kept his mouth shut as best as he could but he just couldn’t.

Ian gasped in a low voice, “Your mouth, please. Just please kiss me.”

“Marry me.” Purred the sylveon.

“You little fuck.” He said a little too loudly before he hissed while staring into that bright gaze, “Till death do us part, now kiss me and keep me quiet.”

Was it the strength of the words, or the vow slipped inside? Regardless, Kal’s maw closed over his for a drool-filled kiss that sent his mind into a sweetened mire. The world around him grew fuzzy as his insides were plowed, his own shaft growing hard again while he wondered if this pokemon’s lips contained a drug. He drank in every drop of that kiss, let it torture him with its quiet promises of love and lust while he took every inch of that shaft. The kiss seemed to be enough to urge the largest part of the pokemon’s primal cock out into the open, that thing slamming and kissing against his ass with each thrust before it fit in with a light pop muffled by the covers. Hot cum began to fill him soon after in amounts that shocked him considering the pokemon had already cum that day. He remained as still as he could manage while he was being filled. Their mouths continued that kiss while he allowed a stray groan to trail between their lips, a tongue dipping against his own as if to lap up that sign of pleasure. They were both left panting as their kiss ended, and as Kal set his chin on Ian’s chest.

The benefit of the covers was that they kept most of what they were doing insulated. Even if Cass opened her eyes and somehow could see in the dark. All she’d see was a cute session of cuddling. Of course, the downside was that everything felt like it was on fire regardless of the room’s temperature. The body heat of the pokemon combined with his own body heat to create an oven from which no comfort could be had. That being the case, neither of them moved. Partially, Ian found that he enjoyed holding the pokemon like this, and the other part of it was that he was far too damn exhausted to move. It seemed like it was the same with Kal. At least, he figured it was because the pokemon still hadn’t pulled out of him and still hadn’t made any snarky remarks.

Quietly he tried to offer, “Shower now?”

A drunk voice entered his mind, slurred and hazy, “A minute, or two, please.”

Those few minutes turned to about thirty as they both caught their breath and their spirits, his mind forgetting about what was inside of him momentarily until he felt the pressure of the yank. He almost cursed but kept himself quiet as he eased the covers off of himself and slipped into the bathroom with the pokemon. Warm water hissed from the showerhead, steam filling the bathroom. He sat underneath the shower on a tiny seat while letting the tension slip out of his body. Soreness clung to his form from the places he had been scratched and bitten at to his rear that had been fucked so thoroughly. At the same time, he had a pokemon’s warm and wet tongue trailing along his shaft and crotch as if cleaning him off. Even that didn’t last too long as the pokemon soon sat under the spray of the water as well relaxing.

After a few moments had passed, and the soreness began to dull from his rear and body, Ian breathed out, “I got a little carried away there. My bad.”

The sylveon’s voice sniffed, “Whatever. It was fun, but if you hadn’t been holding me I would have mounted your wife.” Kal then looked toward him with a small smile, “You’re much wilder than I gave you credit for. As expected, of my husband.”

“Husband huh?” He said as if tasting the words before breathing out, “Guess I did say the vow. Gonna have to get you a special collar buddy.”

A touch of pink touched the cream of the pokemon’s cheeks as he simply looked away. He could hide his expression, but he couldn’t hide his tail swaying from side to side.

Deciding to leave it at that, he shut his eyes and relaxed under the water. He’d been doing this sort of thing for long enough that the guilt was only a dull ember deep inside of him. That being said, when he had first started this little affair he hadn’t expected it to blossom into anything else. A round or two of rough sex, a few insults here and there between sessions of mating, and maybe a bit of sneaky lovemaking. And yet, here he was calling his pokemon his husband. He got up and pushed the seat aside with a leg to face the warmth of the water with his eyes shut, every drop trailing down his body. The door to the bathroom opened and not a speck of panic touched him since nothing strange was happening. His eyes did crack open and look toward his wife as she opened the door of the shower and stepped in nude.

“Thought you were tired.” He said with a small smile.

She yawned and stretched, turning around before pressing her back to his chest, “Yeah, but I kept having funny dreams. Woke up and heard the shower was on. Figured that might help me get back to sleep.”

Ian touched her shoulders gently and grasped them softly before pressing his thumbs against them. He gave her neck a chaste kiss, but that was it. He had always respected her time here in the house, always given her room to breathe away from his needs because he figured she needed that time. Even now he could feel a desire that he still shared for his wife welling up inside of him, but he did nothing as she simply sighed and leaned against his touch. Just then, he felt Kal’s tongue trail along his backside before moving between the legs and against his balls. He froze, but his cock began to bounce to life. Every movement of the tongue eased and pushed his balls up before letting them fall, and as this happened, he heard the sylveon’s voice.

“I want to see how my husband takes his woman. I want to see you treat her the way you treat me.”

The words were said with purrs that he found difficult to ignore. He might accuse the pokemon of trying some sort of trick on him if it weren’t for the fact that his wife was right here. Now that he thought about it. He was always sweet with Cass; sometimes passionate, but never in the same ways that he was with Kal. Just at that moment, his mind began to burn red. A haze unlike any other descended over his thoughts. He thought about grabbing her by the hair and holding her down. About mounting her and pounding her until she was full of his seed. And more than that, he thought about taking turns with his new husband. Breeding her, fucking her until she was a drooling mess that could do nothing but accept both his cock and Kal’s. When these thoughts ceased, he found himself at full erection. Kal had stopped licking his balls and was now sitting near them looking up at him. His grip tightened on her shoulders just a little bit before she slumped against him.

Both Kal and Ian hopped a little at the sight. Cass began breathing in and blowing out steadily while her eyes were shut. He sighed and shook his head, all momentum in the situation gone entirely. They got out of the shower, dried off, and with Kal’s help he got her back into bed. Ian shared a look with the sylveon for a few seconds before they decided to just get in bed. Was it shared regret? Or maybe exhaustion. A lot of their energy had been spent pumping away in the bed, and with that little scare, the second wind they had found had been blown off. Ian at least felt tired beyond reason, and closed his eyes to fall asleep almost as soon as he felt his head hit the pillow and Kal’s body nestled between his and his wife’s.

He would have thought that his dreams would have been calm since he had already enjoyed himself in the bed, but that wasn’t the case. The same haze that had dawned on him in the shower now began to curl in his dreams whispering of all the sweet little things. His hands held his wife’s arms back while he plowed her until she was a shuddering mess no better than the tiny pet she had condescended so much. Her body shook with a pleasure that only he could provide during his wildest moments. Ian’s body was sore from the strain of pushing himself to the limit just to show her how much he desired her. Kal joined in after to mount a shaking Cass, his fangs on her neck, his claws at her side, the subtle tear of skin appearing as her moans grew louder and louder until everything crashed together and shifted into an annoying buzzing.

Ian woke up with a start and a snort. The first thing he noted was that he felt like he was on fire, and the second thing was the sound of his alarm humming from somewhere. He stumbled out of bed fishing through various little places before he found his phone in the pocket of his pants. Every step and breath he took pulsed a feverish heat into his form. He didn’t feel sick, it was just that dream haunting his every waking moment. Groggy and full of passionate hunger, he moved to satisfy himself before making his wife breakfast. She was still asleep meaning she didn’t have to wake up until later. Kal was still curled up at the center of the bed, but one eye began to open slowly as he placed his hand atop the pokemon’s head. That glowing orb peered into the dimly lit room to stare at his form, to stare at what he held in his hand quietly near the edge of the bed. Ian’s chest rose and fell, his desire escaping his mouth as heated breaths, but no words needed to be said for Kal to start moving.

Both of those verdant eyes were open now as the sylveon lay at the edge of the bed. His hands grasped Kal’s cheeks, thumbs pushing through the fur gingerly before one moved to trace the outline of the pokemon’s lips. He pulled up one side and pushed a digit against a sharp canine until Kal opened wide. No questions. No concerns. Just hunger and desire expressed. Ian ran a thumb along that warm tongue, and he recalled how Kal enjoyed seeing him dominate. In truth, he enjoyed seeing the same out of Kal, but Kal could so rarely show it. What did Kal look like right now? What did it seem like he wanted right now? His gaze seemed so full of groggy lust, and acceptance. He wanted to see Ian express his most base desires as if he were a common animal or even a pokemon gone fully feral. As he traced the warmth of that tongue, he leaned down and let his own tongue out to allow a line of warm spittle to trail down into the pokemon’s maw. Kal accepted the indirect kiss with his eyes turning into half-moons.

Submission and domination. These things flowed through both of them in equal amounts. Even now he was certain that he would give into the whims of Kal if the sylveon expressed them. He wondered. Why didn’t Kal express those desires more often? Then the realization struck him. It might’ve been his own conclusion, but he couldn’t help but wonder if Kal often felt the same way about him. Did Kal watch him temper his lust and desire, watch him spend those days with his wife calmly instead of giving his passion in full and pity him? Is that why he wanted so badly to see him claim Cass? Even now his shoulder pulsed with a dull ache that reminded him that he shouldn’t go full throttle every single day, but his hips were still fine.

There were quiet words of desire in that verdant gaze, quiet questions that pierced him to the core, but right now he had to show his husband his desire. He straightened his back and grabbed onto his cock, the heat of it somehow matching the warmth of his palm. Ian slapped the bulk of his cock onto the creature’s tongue before letting go of his tool. The other hand that had been idly stroking his husband’s cheek moved up and around to the back of the head where digits curled through soft fur to clasp and squeeze before he began. Kal’s mouth remained open as his face was dragged toward Ian’s crotch bit by bit. When nearly every inch was resting on the pokemon’s tongue, his maw closed slowly over the cock creating a heated and sticky seal. Ian’s balls kissed the pokemon’s chin, snout, and nose resting against his fuzzy crotch.

Every sound right now seemed so loud. It even felt like he was huffing instead of breathing in and out regularly. His digits tugged on the sylveon’s fur to bring his head back, his shaft dragging along the tongue before he thrust forward firmly. Kal managed to remain quiet, but the movement created a muffled sound like something sticky coming loose. A wet and warm noise that barely had any power, but to him it was thunderous. His hips began to shake as he moved them, as he yanked the pokemon’s head back only to thrust in with more of his strength. Try as he might, he could not keep his mouth shut, his pleasure spilling out in heated breaths. He got lost in his own lust, lost in the feeling of his shaft shoving into that tight throat over and over again. What woke him up was the sound of lips smacking, of something warm and wet popping and squelching. When he looked down, Kal had his mouth open showing the drool and spit clinging to his cock and pooling on the tongue mixed with the pre falling as well in strings from the roof of the pokemon’s maw. Again he clamped his maw shut but with a loud suck that caught him off guard, a frown set on his features as he stared at those mischief-laden eyes. He wanted to tell the little bastard to try to keep it quiet, at the same time, he knew what the answer would be.

One hand grasped onto the pokemon’s ear, the other remaining on the back of his head looped through the fur as he began fucking the pokemon in earnest. Kal didn’t have a chance to fool around with his mouth anymore, but that didn’t mean that there weren’t sounds he made. The forces of his thrusts were enough to earn a few sticky noises, the strength of his movements enough to urge a few gags out of the pokemon. All the noise, all of this only served to encourage him to thrust in faster, to push in as hard as he could. Just a few more pushes and he found himself ready to let loose, but instead of pouring his desire inside of the pokemon’s throat directly, he began to pull out.

Kal opened his mouth, tongue hanging free as Ian grabbed onto his shaft to pump it violently. A whispered voice in his mind purred, “You should be doing this to your wife.”

And with that, his hips jolted forward and a heated lance of desire fired from his shaft. Each throb of his shaft in his hand pumped out another load into the sylveon’s maw, and onto that begging tongue. It pooled with the spit and pre, mixing together into a carnal cocktail that was soon devoured as his orgasm petered out. Panting, Ian placed a hand on the pokemon’s head gingerly and leaned down to plant a kiss atop the snout that had served him so well. Just then, an arm was wrapped around the sylveon tugging him away.

“G’mornin’ sweetie. Still in bed?” Rumbled Cass

This had happened before a few times, but never when Kal was riled up. Before he could think, before he could tell whether it was a bad idea or not. The pokemon turned toward her and brought his maw for hers. At first, she eased into the kiss with her eyes shut, and then perhaps she felt his tongue or his fangs. Her eyes opened and she pulled away with a gasp. Her hand to her mouth as she sat up. Kal didn’t seem too bothered by it and instead sat up while his tail swished from side to side. Cass flicked on the light next to her side of the bed and looked at both of them, her hand moving down as her lips began to shift and change.

“I thought. You know, it was just.” Her cheeks were brightening further as she fumbled for an excuse.

Finally, he rubbed the back of his head and asked quietly, “Believe me now when I say he likes you a bit too much?”

Her blush brightened as she got up from the bed, “Ian, I’m so sorry—”

Before she could go on, he reached out as if to stop her and chuckled, “Cass. Relax. You two had a little kiss. I’m not going to be bothered by it. Even if you enjoyed it.”

She frowned for a moment, her arms crossed while she peered away and sniffed, “You’re taking this way too well.” Cass then stared at them as he scratched under the pokemon’s chin, “You two are working together! He’s enlisted you in getting me to realize that he’s more than just a dumb little animal, and now you’ve convinced me completely. Happy?”

He hummed and thought about it a bit before nodding, “I’d say so. Got to say that I’m right for once.”

“Well, whatever! I can’t believe you’d go so far to prank me and, well, Kal you’re sweet but I am married.” She then brushed a hand through her hair as she cleared her throat, “But I guess if Ian is okay with it you can still sleep in bed. You’re too useful during Winter nights.”

When she moved to pet his head, Kal gave her fingers a little lick. She shuddered at that and Ian hummed, “Would you look at that? I think he accepts your offer. Congratulations buddy. Looks like we're all together now.”

She squeaked as she pulled her hand away, “Not funny! Ian, I don’t know how much you’re teasing me here, but I’m not going to become some pokemon’s bride.”

Ian nodded at that, “Understandable. That’s why both of you are mine. Isn’t that right, Kal?”

Kal looked toward her with a fang-filled grin as he sat up on his hind legs. He nodded in agreement, and for a second Cass’ eyes drifted lower.

Her cheeks had been red, but now they burned scarlet across her entire face. Before she could speak up. Ian got up from the bed and slipped his boxers on. Kal followed as he moved to the door to open it, a cheery hum pouring out of his mouth, “Meet you downstairs for breakfast?”

Looking toward him, she rubbed her cheek and smiled just a bit while nodding. Before he shut the door she managed to clear her throat, “Love you, hon. And um, sorry again to Kal for treating him like that.”

“Love you too, and I’ll be sure to let him know,” Ian said before letting the door shut.

Ian headed downstairs and into the kitchen where he slipped an apron on and let out a loud breath as he turned the sink on to wash his hands. Kal sat next to him and did seemingly the same while his voice shook into his mind, “I kissed her!”

“And she liked it!” Ian finished while looking down at his pokemon.

“We could have summed it up as something stupid I did, but, but you saw the way she looked between my hind legs!” Kal huffed.

Ian nodded slowly while sniffing, “You uh, want some help with that.”

A whine entered his mind, “Any more excitement right now and I think I’ll burst.”

They stared at one another before Kal flopped onto his side and let out a long huff. He did the same before turning off the water to get started on the cooking. If she enjoyed a kiss, if she stared at his cock, then he wondered what else could happen? Ian had no idea what had come over him in the bedroom either. He had teased her, had taunted her, had pushed her buttons in ways that he had never done so. She seemed to squirm under his attention, but she hadn’t run away from it either. Did Cass enjoy being teased that much? With her working from home, he wondered how this situation would develop. He looked down at Kal whose ears were folded and whose head was pressed against the sink’s cabinet. There wouldn’t be a need for those types of faces if he could get Cass in on this. No need for guilt, or for hiding little things if he could actually push himself to act on his urges, and to bring out hers.

Slowly, he set down a pan on the stove without turning on the flame before moving to kneel next to Kal. He grabbed the pokemon’s still erect cock while leaning down to breathe out quietly, “I want to see how my husband breeds.” And then he gulped before letting out the rest of the statement, “His woman.”

Kal and him shared a look. His heart thumping wildly, Kal’s eyes shaking before the sylveon’s voice muttered into his mind, “What’s the plan then?”