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I picked Selene up and sat her on my lap. I held her there and braided my fingers through soft, oily fur. In the chilly Snowpoint lodge, her body heat was a drug to my hands. My grip was loose. She could jump away if she wanted to. However, the limpness in her muscles gave away her exhaustion from the fight four hours ago, even though her muzzle didn't pant and her eyes were steady. She couldn't hide her heartbeat, still pounding.

Looking into her eyes, I told her, “You did your best, Sel. The crowd loved you, and you put up a damn good fight. We'll get the badge next time."

She said with a flat tone, “Buizel. Buizel, bui." She wasn't convinced.

I sighed and leaned back in the stiff chair. Sweet Arceus. This wasn't the swankiest hotel in Snowpoint, but it was a good one—yet there wasn't a sofa or an armchair to be seen. All the furniture was hard and wooden, sometimes with thin, stiff pillows tied onto the surface. Those were almost worse because of how they slid around whenever I shifted my posture.

The bed was the only comfortable thing in the room, but I didn't want to kill my back trying to sit up in it to watch the CRT TV screen at the far wall, mounted on its ornate maple shelf stand. The chair would do.

Besides, Selene was wrecked. I felt her weight on my hands—the only things holding her upright.

“It's cool, Sel," I said. Her eyes, which had been blankly staring straight through my chest, focused back up on my face. “I bet you Law & Order: Poké Crimes Unit is on. It's fucking always on."

She smiled. She liked that show. It was one of the only ways I could get her to take a break from training or searching out her next fight. We had a lot of good memories watching detective Fin solving the case of a Pokémon victim of what—the intro always reminded us—was an especially heinous crime.

I fished the remote off the side table, stretching so I didn't have to get up and disturb the buizel on my lap. Losing the support of one hand did offer her the excuse to flop down against my chest, though, head turned towards the TV. The moment brought a smile onto my face. She wasn't the cuddly type, so I counted my blessings when she snuggled against me. The closeness and warmth of her body felt wonderful. The pressure of her slow breaths in and out pushed at my own belly.

The TV flickered on to a big banner at the bottom of a sportscast story reading, “Justin and Selene Lose their Close-Fought—"and I changed the channel before it could finish scrolling. Heart pounding and my finger a hair trigger on the channel switch button, I surfed through to find the daytime dramas. Sure enough, an episode of PCU was already halfway through its runtime. I drummed the palm of my hand on Selene's back as I said, “Bum bum…" in time with the scene change sound effect. I didn't have to look down to see her smile. She deserved a smile after the rough day we had.

Her breathing steadied and her eyelids drooped. I stroked one hand slowly down her back. I set it between her shoulder blades and stroked again. She exhaled with a soft bubbling sigh of contentment.

I held her there for over an hour, petting her back until my hand got tired, then resting it, and then absentmindedly petting again. My eyes drooped and then shut, and her struggle against the abomasnow replayed like a choppy projector movie on my inner eye lids—the dull drone of the TV still playing. She had put up such a good effort against the abomasnow.

At first, she had run through her usual tactic, an agility based beat-down. She dodged around the hulking snow-beast until she saw an opening, and then slammed straight into it.

She struck it, then the creature's battering-ram fists pounded down on her back, smashing her into the floor.

She tried dodging around it and using ranged blasts of water to penetrate its defenses while staying out of reach. When the arena was pummeled with the force of a sudden blizzard, the abomasnow caught up to her.

Out of options, she fought it head on, barraging it with everything she had. But then; once, twice, three times the hammer-like limb battered her again and again. She didn't give up until I couldn't take watching it anymore and called her back myself.

Opening my eyes, I stood slowly from the armchair, carefully adjusting my grip to support the buizel nestled against my chest. Selene's eyes fluttered. I woke her up. They remained half-lidded, though. This was just a ripple in the waters of the serene pond of her rest. Soon everything would settle again.

I carried her to the bed with me and tucked her under the covers. After shucking my pants and shirt, I joined her and curled against her warmth. I wasn't a fighter like Selene—I couldn't protect her—but I wanted her to feel safe. I think she did.

***

“Hey, Selene."

“Bui," she said flatly. She plowed forward through the quarter-foot snow in her puffy custom-fitted coat. Her fur was meant for the beach, not freezing mountain temperatures. However, the stoic determination with which she dug her path would have convinced a Kanto tourist who'd never seen a buizel before that she was right in her element. She matched my pace even as she dug through snow up to her waist. At least the clouds had opened up an hour ago to let the sun through.

“Do you think you could use a break?"

The venom in her voice could have paralyzed a piloswine. “Bui."

I shivered and swallowed hard. That was a big fuck-up. I should've just let her choose her pace. No, I couldn't, though. I was afraid of her working herself sick as she pushed her limits in frustration with her loss.

She was so focused. Nothing but forcing herself forward through the heavy snow. Two hours down the mountain, and she still refused to engage in any real interaction. Everything I said got a trite one-syllable response. Just the barest acknowledgment.

“Are you angry at me?"

She shook her head, then looked up and met my eyes. “Buizel."

At least that got a different response. I had half known that already. She was upset with herself, and I happened to be collateral damage to her frustration. But whenever she distanced herself like this, it could be hard to tell the reason. Over the last two hours, a worry had crept into my head that she was upset at me as well.

“Okay," I said.

“Bui."

“Figured as much."

“Bui."

I grinned and tilted my head down to meet her eyes. They flashed up towards mine, but immediately shifted back down to the snow-covered path in front of her. “Gotta get the last word?"

She didn't say anything. Then, as I was about to move to a different tactic, she said, “Bui."

I laughed and hoped she'd join in. She didn't, but her timing had definitely been intentional. That was her way of telling me she was willing to play along, even if she was pre-occupied.

It was my job to take her mind off that.

“Do you remember Theo and his sudowoodo?" I asked.

After a slight pause, Selene nodded. “Bui."

“That was right around when I first got you, Selene, from that egg adoption center by the daycare. Did you know they thought your egg was for a ryhorn?"

She snorted.

“I'm not lying! I was like ten. I wanted a pokemon that would make me look cool and tough to all the other kids at school! Imagine my surprise when I go back a week later, and there's you waiting for me with some sheepish attendants. Mom gave me this look that said if I made a single peep about it, I'd be in for a world of hurt when we got home. So, I put on this fake little smile and brought you home with me."

“B… buizel?" She wiped her nose, then wiped her paw on her side. She tried to play it off like it was nothing.

Shit. Those were the wrong words. I knew she was fragile right now. I didn't need to go making it worse.

“Aww, c'mon Selene. That never lasted more than a week. I was an idiot kid." Her expression didn't change. “Hey, this was about Theo. I love you, Selene. You know that."

She didn't answer right away, so I went right into it. I'd never been good at talking. This whole thing had been to help her feel better, but I only seemed to be making it worse. “So, I don't know if I ever told you this, but Theo had been bullying me long before I ever got you. That's one of the reasons I wanted the rhyhorn. I thought the mean face of a tough rock type like that would scare him off.

“Bui," she grunted.

I didn't answer her. Honestly, I wasn't entirely sure what she said, and whether it was directed at me or the memory of Theo. Her blunt, upset tone was clear, though. “It was like a month after I brought you home, Sel. I'm sure you remember."

She nodded.

“But I don't think you knew what a difference it made for me. God, I saw him coming that day, and I knew I was toast. We had a math test, and I didn't let him cheat off me—never told you that, did I?"

“Buizel." There was some curiosity there under her voice. That was encouraging.

I wanted to capitalize on that. I was so ready to push forward and tell her what that day had meant for me, but my mouth dried up. My stomach flipped, and my skin got clammy and I became very aware of the sweat on my body under my thick winter jacket.

I glanced around us. We weren't as far as we had expected to travel today, but my stomach had started to lurch with my steps. I needed a break. Finally, I just said, “Oh, huh. Hey uh, Selene. Maybe we could set up camp. I think I might be tuckered out."

She paused, but then nodded. “Bui, buizel."

That was a relief. “Thanks, Sel."

As I heaved my heavy hiking backpack into the snow about a yard off the trail, I turned my mind back to Theo. “Honestly, I didn't think you were around when he cornered me behind the pokemart. I thought we were still too far from home."

“Buizel. Buizel," she said.

“Yeah, Mom told me you were excited to see me come home, so you'd gone to intercept me. And then you found me getting wailed on by that asshole and his sudowoodo, so you leapt into action and joined me in getting your tail beaten."

A grin finally stretched her muzzle. “Buizel, bui!"

My heart thumped. I tried to match her smile, but this was too important to me, and a smile was a struggle against the memory. “You know, I barely remember Theo's face. I can hardly even put together a picture of his sudowoodo in my mind. But I can still see that two-month-old buizel charging to rescue me like it was her job. I guess, I don't think I realized how much you cared about me, Sel. That moment really changed things. It changed how I approached pokemon altogether, I think. And you.

That grin wavered from her muzzle as she watched my face scrunch. I was trying to keep from crying. This memory was impactful, but the conversation was supposed to be for her, not for me.

“You… you really are the strong one, Sel."

She thumped a slow path through the snow until she was right next to me. Her arms wrapped around my leg. I only felt the slight pressure of her squeeze since we had my snowpants and her heavy coat between us, but that gesture brought a real genuine smile to my lips. It helped me swallow the lump in my throat.

“You got him back though."

“Buizel!"

I laughed and nodded, and then wiped my eyes with thick mittens. Clumps of snow stuck to my cheeks and stung my skin with sharp cold. “Wasn't the last time you got to take him on. That, Sel, that's what I'm really getting at." I took a deep breath in and out, and then unhooked the shovel that I had clipped onto my backpack. I stared at it for a long moment, then smiled at Selene. “Hey uh, mind collecting some kindling for a fire?"

She nodded and scurried over to a collapsed tree a dozen yards away at the forest's edge.

I spoke louder so she could hear me as she collected wood and I dug into snow to make space to anchor our tent. “Every day after that, Sel, I saw you out there finding wild pokemon to fight. God, I think you cleared out every one of them in a half-mile radius around our house."

“Buizel!" she called back.

“Fine, a mile!"

“Bui!" Her voice was smug.

“You met me after school to walk me home. You were there for me. You were going to keep Theo off me. And fuck yeah, you did!"

I stuck the shovel into a hard patch of snow, stomped it to dig it in, and then heaved out another heavy chunk. I'd been camping with Selene often enough that I had a good mental image of our tent size, so I started on the second hole without bothering to pull out the tarp to see if I was on target.

“I let him cheat off me for two months until you gave me a stern dressing down."

“Buizel!"

“I didn't understand a fucking thing you said!"

She returned with a large armful of fire-wood capable sticks. She dumped them in front of the tent, gave me her best “Bui!" then dropped to all fours and scampered back out for more wood.

“You beat his ass like I'm sure no one's done before. God, I didn't know water could leave bruises that ugly 'till I saw the proof myself."

Her pride showed through the ringing call, “Buizel, buizel bui!" that came back to me.

“Fuck yeah, he deserved it!"

***

I huddled on my knees half a foot from the respectable fire we had burning on top of the snow. When we first started our trek through the mountain snow, I'd been stymied about how to get fire burning on snow, but it turned out that any melting water just absorbed right back into the snow around it. The water never accumulated to snuff out the fire itself.

The orange fur of my buizel pressed against my side, her custom fitted winter coat shed haphazardly in the snow behind us. It made her look ridiculous, anyway. It was the only choice though, since her pokeball wasn't an option. She always wanted to walk next to me even through the extreme cold and snowy conditions of Snowpoint.

She didn't need her coat right now, anyway. Mine wrapped around the both of us. It was barely big enough, but it worked. The snow that had clumped into her fur, especially along her haunches where the coat hadn't covered her fur, left a dull throbbing chill on my skin. The cold and wet seeped through my sweatshirt. I didn't mind though. Our fire left the front of my body nearly burning hot. I could deal with some cold on my side to make Selene more comfortable.

“You know, Sel," I said.

“Buizel?"

“All that reminiscing earlier, about Theo, I didn't bring it up just to tell you how I hadn't planned on getting a buizel—you—at first."

She nodded. “Bui buizel."

“Yeah, you get it. And you know I ramble. Everything you did there, protecting me and putting so much work into your training, into protecting me—Arceus, Sel, you're what inspired me to kick back into gear at school."

She chuckled, and it was a wonderful sound that I felt through the rattling vibrations of her body snuggled to my side. That got me to smile and gave me an extra burst of confidence that helped me continue.

“You showed me every single day what hard work could do. You were, no, you still are absolutely tireless. I swear, if I didn't have this coat around you right now you'd go haranguing some poor weavile into a fight."

“Bui!"

“You want me to get rid of this coat?" I raised my eyebrows and curved my lips with a daring smile.

She hesitated, then shifted, nuzzling into my side. She looked up and stuck her tongue out at me.

“That's what I thought." I adjusted the coat around us to block an opening that chill air had crept through. “All bui, no bite!"

“Buizel!"

“No bite for me at least."

“… Bui," she agreed. A smirk crossed her muzzle. She coyly slid her muzzle down along my sweatshirt until the base pulled up to bare skin. She showed her teeth, then eyed me.

“Seriously, Sel!" I laughed. I shoved my sweatshirt back down, but it didn't matter too much. Despite the chill air, she'd only exposed my skin to the searing fire. It actually felt hotter without the layer of fabric. “I know you can bite, okay? You've got a lot of bite! You've proved that time and time again. Once you get your mind on something, I don't think a stampede of tauros could block your path."

She snuck her muzzle back under my shirt and nipped gently at my side.

I yelped, but in the spirit of playacting rather than any actual pain. I had felt her coming, and she knew exactly how strong her jaws were, so she didn't squeeze hard enough for me to feel more than a prickle. “Proving my points tonight, aren't you Sel?"

“Buizel bui!" she said.

“I don't think I fully understood how stubborn you could be," I squeezed her against me, grinning down at her, “until you spent three weeks raiding every Arceus-dammed flyer in town for the Floraroma town amateur tournament, dropping them on my bed each morning to wake me up. You realize I had my Intro to Structural Analysis midterm in the middle of all that? You seriously screwed up my sleep schedule!"

She didn't say anything for a long moment. Then, she pulled away from my side and yawned. “Bui. Bu—uizel bui." She tugged gently at my sweatshirt.

“Ah. You're tired? Yeah, I guess I was just talking about sleep schedules. Sure, we can get to sleep if you'd like."

I smiled at her and she smiled back. Such a difference from the frustrated buizel still sore from her loss earlier. I worried I'd say something to remind her and she'd slip right back again, though. She wasn't the type to just accept a loss.

I stood up and stretched my bones. They ached from the awkward huddling posture I'd maintained in front of the fire. “Six badges later, and I still can't fucking believe we won Floraroma town's tournament."

“Buizel," she said, unamused.

I laughed. “I know you can believe it. I mean, I was preoccupied with my courses, and I knew that training was just something you did. I built you that obstacle course and got you those sackcloth dummies because I wanted you to have fun when I wasn't around. Maybe it's just me being stupid, but I had no idea just how good you were getting."

“Buizel, bui," she agreed.

“You take that back!" I kicked another pile of snow onto the fire. It snuffed out, but a few chunks of charcoal still smoldered. They'd go out on their own, but I wanted to be a responsible steward of the forest, so I made sure to pack another bunch of snow on top of them.

With the fire gone, the cold winter seeped through to my bones. My back was fine. It hadn't been subjected to the heat. But my thick downy jacket felt like a springtime windbreaker in the dead of winter for how cold my chest, cheeks, and the front side of my arms were.

I hurried into the small, crammed travel tent where Selene was waiting for me.

“My first place buizel," I said, looking down at the small orange and tan pokemon sitting on my sleeping bag. Her own custom-fitted sleeping bag was stuffed into the snug tent right next to mine.

“Bui!"

I zipped the tent up behind me, then sat down next to her, shedding my coat and tossing it aside. Even sheltered from the winds inside the tent, the cold had a sharp bite.

“Remember the announcers? They were so shocked. They kept asking where you came from in these baffled voices as you were trouncing all the town's most promising pokemon and trainers. I was so proud of you. Surprised, but so proud."

The smile on her muzzle wriggled and she dipped her eyes to look at my feet. She reached a paw up to scratch behind one of her small ears. “Buizel…"

“I'm still so proud, Sel," I said. I shucked my pants. Then, before my bare legs and boxer-clad crotch could freeze solid, I shuffled around the buizel to cram myself into the sleeping bag. Her presence on top of it made it difficult to get my legs past her, but she adjusted so I could fit inside.

I looked up at her. Why wasn't she in her sleeping bag? Usually she'd be curled up in the warmth of the fabric by now.

That was no matter. Tonight was about making her feel better. That's what all the reminiscing was for, the constant bolstering of her self-confidence. She deserved to hear it anyway, but today it was especially important.

“B… Buizel bui?" she asked. Her voice cracked ever so slightly. She inched up the sleeping bag towards me.

I was surprised enough at her hesitation that I didn't understand what she was asking at first. “Selene?" However, the realization washed over me with a warmth that fought away the air chilling my exposed face. “Oh! Yeah, sure. You can share my sleeping bag if you like."

Her nervous smile stretched into a wide grin. She said, “Bui!" and dove into the mouth of the sleeping bag like it was the surface of a pond. A flurry of wriggling warmth brushed against my arm and side as she readjusted herself. She let me slide an arm under her, so I gently stroked her back as she slid back up to the surface, head out of the sleeping bag right next to mine.

I got to look her in the eyes and hold her slowly rising and falling chest to my side as I told her, “Selene, I respect you so much."

Her eyes widened, then she reached both paws up to drape over her muzzle and hide her face. “Buizel bui…" she said softly.

My heart beat hard, but I didn't know why. I wasn't ashamed of my respect for her. She was my inspiration. However, I kept staring at her paws over her face as if I had magic x-ray vision that could look through her and see exactly what she felt.

“You're uh, really great," I said. I didn't have anything else to fill the silence.

“Bui," she said, poking her muzzle out from behind her paws.

“Yeah," I agreed, “That wasn't quite as good, was it? I should've just gone out on the high note."

She let out a chirping laugh and leaned in to plant a gentle lick on my neck. I smiled down at her.

“About time to get to sleep though, don't you think?"

She nodded. “Buizel."

“Yeah, I'm pretty tired. Today was a long day."

Her expression hardened. Her eyes drifted down. But, then they drew back up to meet mine, and a smile stretched her muzzle. A wave of relief washed over me. For the split second that her expression had drooped, I figured I'd just wrecked her mood up again.

She was okay. “Bui, buizel bui," she said.

I wasn't quite sure what she was saying. This time, I didn't feel confident that I could assume for myself and continue on with the conversation.

I clarified, “Is that you saying you're feeling better, Sel?"

She slowly shook her head, but then interrupted that with a sharp nod. Then she pressed into me, wrapping her paws around my chest. “Buizel buizel bui," she said muffled into my thin undershirt.

“You're saying thanks?"

Her muzzle dragged up and down along my shirt with her nod, bunching up the fabric.

She ducked her head further into the sleeping bag. Her paws pressed into my chest, and I watched the lump of her body shift lower along the insulating fabric. She ended up draped across my waist like a belt wrapped around exposed belly under my bunched-up shirt.

Her fur tickled my skin, but it felt nice, like a wool blanket. Yet, her body came with all the other sensations of a living being, a person. Her belly pressed into mine with each breath, carrying with it a slight surge of warmth and the sensation of her unconscious muscles. The warm exhale brushed humidity along a small patch on my side.

She had chosen to sleep in my sleeping bag. She thanked me for making an awful day more palatable. She was cuddling me to sleep even though she wasn't often the cuddly type. She made me feel wanted.

I drifted contentedly off to sleep.

***

I woke up sometime during the night when Selene shifted around my waist. She moved slowly, in deliberate careful motions clearly trying not to wake me up. She stiffened. Had my breathing changed and alerted her? She was right on my belly, so she could probably feel it.

My chest rose, and then fell. I consciously brought my breathing back to normal. I was awake now, staring up at the roof of the tent, but I didn't need to bother her with that knowledge as she got more comfortable.

She had pulled back more onto my stomach, paws and head right up along my belly while the rest of her warm body draped down along my side in a crescent. After a long pause of nothing happening, her paw moved. It rubbed slow circles in my lower belly, massaging the skin under rough pads.

That paw moved steadily down, centimeter by centimeter with each arc. My breath threatened to catch in my throat when her paw nudged the waistband of my boxers. What was she doing?

Oh Arceus. Her paw pressed under the waistband.

Heat flushed my cheeks. She was going there. There was no question about it. I felt my crotch shift, and the fabric suddenly become far more confining.

What did I want here? My heart raced a mile a minute. Selene was amazing. She inspired me, she took me down a career path I'd never imagined getting caught up in, and she had supported me every step of the way. I loved her.

Did I love her like that?

She slowly scooted herself up to be better positioned along my belly. How long had she wanted to do this? Had she planned on trying something tonight? Is that why she got in my sleeping bag?

Maybe she had wanted this for years.

She had been in such a horrible mood earlier today, I couldn't imagine that this had been on her mind. It must have happened near the end of the day. Or it was spontaneous, and she decided she wanted to see what I was packing right here and right now.

She slowly lifted her paw. My waistband stretched with it. Her other paw dragged more circles down my lower belly and onto the now bare skin where my boxers had blocked access just a moment before. Could she see me already? It was dark down there, but many pokemon have better eyesight. No, Selene couldn't see in conditions that dark. Last month she had used my flashlight when she got up in the middle of the night.

She could feel though. Her paw was in my crotch hair. She combed her digits steadily through it. My breath caught. I was almost panting now, my underwear tenting against my boxers and the heavy sleeping bag above it.

If she caught the change in my breathing, she didn't show it. Continuing with the same steady exploration, that paw snaked around my groin, missing my arousal, and down to the balls hanging between my spread legs. I fought the urge to close my legs. I didn't want to startle her.

Besides, the hairs on my body were standing on end, ready for her touch. I realized that I wanted her to touch me. My cock throbbed. She cradled my sack, dragged her pads along the underside. She weighed it in her digits, letting my balls roll over the contours of her paw. Tingles ran up my body like electric sparks.

It was now or never.

“Selene?" I asked.

Her whole body jerked. Her paw jolted from my balls. The waistband of my boxers stung my waist as it snapped back down with her letting go. She tensed so stiff

After a long minute of silence, she asked, “B… bui?" Misery and regret seeped from her voice.

I didn't mean for her to feel that way. But of course she did. I startled her and I didn't tell her I was okay with it… Not that she had asked. Still, sweet Arceus, I was so bad at this.

My stomach twisted as I answered what I figured was her question. “I've been awake since you first started shifting around down there."

A sob broke into her response. “Bui-uizel bui…"

“Sel, it's all right." I tried to keep my own voice as calm as possible, but it was on the verge of cracking. “I… I don't mind if you keep going."

Another long stretch of silence ended with a soft, tentative, “Bui?"

“Yeah. I—" I gulped. “I love you, Sel. I think I want this… I want you."

Her paw set back down on the waistband of my boxers. I was painfully tented against the boxers now. A wide spot of wet fabric around my tip displayed my arousal. Selene could probably smell it down there.

I reached down into the sleeping bag. Selene tensed up again, but my hands weren't going for her. I hooked a thumb into either side of my boxers, then shuffled them down. I had to raise my knees to reach, and then shift my legs back and forth until they slid off my feet, but I got them off and stuffed down in the bottom of the sleeping bag.

“Bui," Sel said with barely a breath.

A wave of doubt washed over me. Is this really what she wanted? Logically, I knew she started all this and she wanted to go further, but I couldn't help but feel like this was all a mistake and she'd get upset with me.

“I—are you alright with that too?"

She responded by reaching out and curling a paw around the base of my cock, now bent up and tenting the sleeping bag where the fabric sloped down from the lump of Sel that propped it up.

I shivered. Her coarse pads were uncomfortable on the skin of my shaft, but the fact that she was touching it—that she wanted to touch it—felt so good.

I only saw the moving lump of her body from above the sleeping bag, and even then, only vaguely in the shadowy tent with canopies above blocking the moonlight. Instead, I just felt her every shudder and shift along my chest. The texture of her pads on my cock.

The first wet warmth of her tongue dragged up along my hard shaft. Oh god. That got me shivering. Her muzzle slid up my length and then back down again. Her free paw cupped my balls again. This time, the threat of waking me up having passed, she weighed, rolled, and massaged my sack over the digits of her paw.

I had my hands by my side, but I didn't want them there anymore. They should be working, helping this tense desire that burned from my erection for the buizel over top of me. She was draped down my left, so my left hand shifted down to rest on the fuzzy fur of her thigh.

“Sel?" I asked.

After a moment, the tongue retreated from my length leaving behind a slight chill of evaporating spit even through the trapped heat inside the sleeping bag. “Bui?"

“Is it alright if I touch you too?"

A lengthy pause later, her haunch spread open. Her lower half rolled on its back to expose herself while the rest of her remained curled over my belly for good access to my cock. “Buizel," she said. That was a yes.

My fingers explored through the sea of fur to where it softened and heated to a furnace between her legs. “Selene, you're really okay with this?" I asked again. I knew she was, but I had to make sure. I didn't want to overstep with her.

She didn't respond with words. Instead, I felt her tongue back against the base of my shaft. It dragged up to my tip, where I really experienced it. The wriggling tongue danced under my foreskin where pleasure jolted through me from the barest touch. She wrapped her muzzle around me. Wetness engulfed my tip. I groaned.

Her teeth barely brushed against my skin, but when they did, I shuddered with the tingling shock that ricocheted back through my cock. I trusted her, though.

She held my length with one careful paw while the other fondled my sack. Her jaw descended slowly, muzzle not making any sudden movements.

Even her rows of sharp teeth meant for tearing into fish pokemon set my heart pounding, the care that she took kept me from tensing too much. Instead, as a distraction from my irrational fears, I slid my hand down into Selene's crotch.

I felt wet fur and a bonfire of heat under my fingers. My fingers ran over slick skin that had just enough give for me to realize what it was. The squeak distorted through a full muzzle confirmed it.

“Oh Arceus, Selene," I groaned. Her tongue danced along the head of my cock, igniting white flashes of nearly painfully overstimulating pleasure. But there was no way I was telling her to slow down. “You feel so amazing."

My fingers dug gently into her slit, aiming based solely on the intakes of breath around my shaft and the tense whipping of her tail when I touched along her walls. Her hood found its way under my thumb. I gently brushed it back and forth to violent shivers down her back. I shifted angle just slightly to press that hood of skin back so my thumb moved against her clit, which drew out muffled incomprehensible “bui" noises that I would've thought were hilarious if I weren't so damn horny for her right then.

I wasn't a stranger to sex, though my last encounter had been well before my league adventure took over every minute of my free time—it had been back in college after winning the Floraroma Tournament. However, when I pictured that time now in my mind, I just saw Selene's face, Selene's body, and my brains best approximation of my horny buizel's slickness that my fingers were currently massaging. Arceus, I wanted to see it. I wanted to know what she looked like. I mean, I'd seen her before, but never in the light that I wanted to see her in now. I'd never found myself staring at her crotch, wanting to spread open her tender pink, looking up to see the lust and desire in her expressive eyes as she licked the lips of her tan muzzle.

I dragged my fingers up along Selene's chest, smearing her juices through fur. I thought it was hot, but then guilt flashed by for a moment as I wondered if she'd not like it. However, I quickly moved past that. She'd for sure instruct me later about what she enjoyed most. And, of course, what I needed to do better.

“Sel?" I asked. I tugged twice at her chest, gently. I didn't move her, just indicated for her to stop.

She did stop. “B—bui?" she asked between heavy recovering breaths as I felt her warm lips leave me. A vague numbness replaced the sharp spikes of pleasurable that had crackled across my head.

“Could I," I paused, gulping. Damn, this was hard. No, she had just had her mouth on my dammed cock, I could ask this. “Could I unzip the sleeping bag?"

“Buizel?"

“I'd just really like, uh you know, to see you right now." I scooted back on my hands a little. Selene's body made movement difficult half draped across my lap. She got off my stomach, though she was still pressed tight against my side in the sleeping bag. Then, as I scooted out, she climbed out as well.

The tent was small enough that when I sat up, my head had to tilt forward with the slope of the thin fabric wall. Of course, the size of the tent meant that I didn't have to rummage long in the dark to find and twist the power for my electric lamp.

I looked down at Selene. The fur around the underside of her muzzle was wet, with a few clumps of damp fur on the sides of it as far back as her cheek. I couldn't see her crotch well from how she was sitting half on her side, pressed up against my own side. She was looking down at my cock, standing proud in the air, freed from the confines of the sleeping bag.

I set a hand gently on her side. Her heartbeat pounded through her fur and skin, thrumming a nervous beat against my fingers.

“Could you lean back for a moment? And uh, could you maybe put your paws between your legs and well, you know, spread… it?"

“B—Bui!" She squeaked, now staring right into my eyes. Her own eyes were wide. A tremor moved down her body, I couldn't tell if it was a shiver or a shake. My own cheeks were beet red. I wondered if she could tell in the lamplight.

“Hey, I'm sorry Sel. I know that was really forward and I get it if you aren't comfortable doing that.

Her head shook sharply from side to side. I'm sure if she could have blushed, her face would have matched mine right then. “Buiz…zel buizel bui." Her words shook.

Holy shit, she was going to do it.

She lay down with her haunches on the soft felt of my open sleeping bag and the rest of herself on the sheen smooth outer fabric of her own unused one. I moved the lantern further down on my sleeping bag to where it shone light right between her legs.

The orange fur there was matted together, but with her slick fluids instead of a usual covering of water that I saw dripping from her fur after she went swimming. The clumping didn't all hang in an orderly covering fashion, instead offering peeks at the tender pink skin underneath. Just looking at the slight crevice her fur partially hid, my fingers relived the slick warmth they had begun to explore.

Her paws moved between her legs. They paused there. I wondered if she was reconsidering everything that had brought her here, because that thought had surely passed through my own mind. She was my pokemon. I mean, I knew she was as smart as a person. Modern pokemon research clearly showed that. And she was an adult, mature enough to make her own decisions. But by Arceus, there were still laws against this in most major countries.

Yet, I couldn't peel my eyes away. Desire burned within me to see her at her most intimate. To hold her and to be with her. Her fur against mine. My mouth to her muzzle. My body inside of hers. Heavens forgive me.

She spread herself with one paw on each orange-furred lip. The pink between damp, clumped-together orange fur glistened with her arousal. That smooth palid color of the insides of her lips stretched especially far where her paws pulled her folds apart. It narrowed together with a prominent ridge lining a smaller oval in her luscious folds which peaked up in the little nub of a clit and the hood of skin not quite covering it. Underneath, a second ridge halfway down that inner oval tried to cover the buizel's slick passage, but she was spread wide enough under the light of the lamp that I could see the needy clenching of her passage behind it and the slick strands of arousal that stuck together when her muscles relaxed.

“B… bui?" she asked.

I had to tear my gaze away from her lewd presentation and looked up into her clear hazel eyes. She looked so nervous, baring her most intimate self to me. God, I had wanted her to open up to me all day, but I hadn't pictured it like this.

“Do you mind if I, if I touch you?" I asked. It was so hard to keep my words straight with my face flushed hot seeing the contours of her most intimate place dripping wet right in front of me. I could smell her scent, even with the dulled nose of a human.

She stiffened, then almost laughed out her reply of, “Buizel? Bui, buizel buizel!"

I was as red as I could get already. I cracked a smile. Then I laughed. “You're right. I was just well, uh, knuckle deep inside you when you were in the sleeping bag. Would you… like that again?" My laugh was the kind that pretended my question was just a joke if the other person said no.

Selene nodded her head. “Bui," she said simply.

She kept herself spread wide open as I slowly set my fingers back on that tender pink skin. It was so soft, like a cushion with rolling waves of pink that gave to the lightest touch. She squirmed. “Buizel bui!" she said in her squeaky way of laughing.

“Oh uh, sorry! I know you're ticklish, I didn't mean to do that," I said. I offered an apologetic smile. She just gave her most exaggerated pouting face, a weird look with her paws holding her pussy wide open.

When my fingers slid down the soaking-wet, slick walls and my thumb pressed down over her hood, that face melted away. Her eyes rolled up and her muzzle slipped open to quietly pant. She managed to shape her lips ever so slightly for a gasping, “Buizel."

I took the encouragement and rubbed my two fingers lower down that soft cushiony skin that felt hot as if she was a fire type. I hovered around her entrance, worried for a second about my nails, but the soft moan that rumbled up from her muzzle encouraged me to continue.

I knew I didn't need to worry. I'd fingered girls before with worse nails, but she was so small. She looked so delicate all spread open in front of me and panting with her cute expression of need. She curled her muzzle and whapped her propeller tails on the sleeping bags.

My finger pressed inside her. Immediately, the wet warmth gripped me like constricting ekans. I shivered all the way down my body, ending with a throb of my shaft, sheen red head straining forward against foreskin. It wanted to escape and feel the same loving envelopment as my finger.

I rocked my hand gently back and forth. My digit sunk into her body, then back out, then back in, and back out; slowly, despite her writhing and frustrated cries of, “Bui! Buizel bui!" I knew she was tough—tougher than me really—but that didn't make me any less afraid of hurting her. Her words garbled into incomprehensibility when my thumb narrowed back in on her button, dancing tantalizingly across the damp skin around it before darting in and teasing that sensitive spot left and right. She buckled forward over herself.

Her eyes raised to connect with mine. Fire burned there, a determination that reminded me of her relentless training in my backyard as I studied architecture, unaware of her astounding progress. However, I saw a difference in how they burned. A passion behind her eyes.

I didn't offer any resistance as she pulled herself to her feet, off my finger, and simultaneously shoved me down on my back in the sleeping bag. I knew it was futile. With my consent already given, there was nothing stopping Selene right then. I slid down in the few seconds I had, not wanting to be cramped up against the cool wall of the tent, and then reached down to unzip the side of the sleeping bag as far and as fast as I could to give her better access.

“Buizel bui!" she said as she stepped up onto me, straddling just underneath my flagpole of arousal. I gave up unzipping halfway. It was futile trying to get past the determined buizel who had planted herself on my lap. She knew what she wanted. My finger wasn't going to cut it anymore.

“Are you sure? We're uh, very different sizes and I'm just a bit worried about—"

She cut me off with a sharp, “Bui!" and then stepped back down still straddling my stretched out legs until she could lower her muzzle to the tip of my shaft. A delicate tongue slurped up the thick precum that had pooled at my tip. Stars of pleasure dotted my vision at the sudden stimulation. I gasped and gripped the sides of the sleeping bag.

“Bui. Buizel buizel," she said, a grin widening across her muzzle. I knew exactly what she meant. Just you wait and see what's next.

My wide eyes, bright red face, and slightly open mouth must have given her pause, however. She wavered, then let go of my cock with a delicacy like she had been doing something wrong. “Buizel…?"

I shook my head. “I'm a bit worried Selene, yeah. But I—I think I'd really like it, and if you're up to try it…" I trailed off, watching her eyes brighten again. I knew that feeling well. For a moment, I wondered if she'd picked that trait up from me, but then a buizel paw on my throbbing cock scattered every other thought.

She climbed up over top of it. My length was too big for her to stand over, so she crawled up my body, smearing precum on her chest fur as my shaft bent under her. It took her until her head was up right in front of mine before I felt the patch of sopping wet fur around her crotch rubbing along my shaft.

My tip wedged into the warm, inviting slit. Selene pressed her cheek against mine and whispered, “Buizel…"

“I love you too, Selene," I said back, my voice breathy and soft.

Her cheek nuzzled against my face with purpose. Hot panting breath brushed over my ear. She pressed down. My cock sunk into her passage.

I felt her pain through her body. Her muscles tensed under where my hands rested, and her paws squeezed the skin on my shoulders so tight that I shared some of her pain. I endured it without a word, though, because she did the same.

After that initial penetration, she rolled her hips up, then back down. At first, she only moved short distances up and down my throbbing cock. As her tensed body relaxed, however, she drove herself further down onto me.

It felt really good, and the pleasure had me tugging the edges of the sleeping bag to keep my hands still, but my worry for her wellbeing overrode that. I watched her like a hunting pidgeot, trying to discern if she was starting to enjoy herself. That was tough with her face right up against the side of mine.

I just wanted her to be happy. Although I wanted to lose myself in the sex, in the tight warm buizel squeezing around my cock, I couldn't shake the idea that she was doing this for me or because she felt like she was supposed to. I didn't want to ask her, though, because that could have made her worried that I wasn't enjoying myself when I definitely was.

Doing the only thing that would come to mind to help the situation, I reached up to her head, still furiously nuzzling the side of my cheek. I brushed her muzzle with my hand, and her hips slowed along my cock. She let me pull her head back until we were nose to nose again.

My lips met hers, and after a surprised squeak, Selene leaned into the kiss with fervor. When my tongue slid into her muzzle and she realized that's what we humans did with kisses, I may as well have invited her tongue as a permanent guest to my mouth. She explored me. I did the same with her.

My worries fizzled away at the rumbling moan that vibrated through her muzzle. She was taking half my length inside her with each thrust. And each thrust was forceful, pushing her boundaries further and further. She wanted this. She wanted me. I let her carry me away into the roiling sea of pleasure and passion.

I caressed her back, fingers sliding through fur. Her movements threw that hand up and down as she rode me. She shifted her position ever so slightly, and I found a burgeoning pool of orgasmic pleasure in that spot. I stiffened, almost afraid to move as she rode me again to heighten that amazing feeling. She adjusted herself on the third thrust though, and it was gone. I had to find it again.

My hand had stopped moving, I realized, so I returned to stroking her fur. I played with her tail, stretching it out, curling the twin ends between my fingers as they playfully buzzed and squirmed in my grip.

I squirmed too. Oh Arceus, Selene was on the right spot again. Why didn't I feel that sooner? It was so right, so amazing. Her body squeezing around me, hot drips of ecstasy traveled through me to help contribute to the growing heat of climax. I felt it there, building.

Her body squeezed me tight. With each rock of her body as she drove herself down on me, a new wave of sensations crashed over me, the sharp pleasure of her moving against the tip of my cock, the duller pleasure of the pressure of her constricting passage, and the increasing pain of my legs stretched out into the sleeping bag tensing so hard. It all struck me with a constant rolling barrage of mounting ecstasy.

“Selene," I moaned, pulling away from our kiss. My mouth was wet with her saliva and I saw her own fur matted around her muzzle. “I—I'm so close. Do you want… it… inside you?"

After a second, she nodded sharply. “Bui!" Then, she shoved her lips back to mine. My stomach fluttered. My cock throbbed inside her warm, wet passage. I happily resumed our kiss, focusing on that building sensation, urging it closer, shifting my position under the small buizel riding me to feel the perfect angle, the perfect movements of her clenching walls around me.

It worked. The stirrings of my orgasm grew from a dull background pang to a chorus of pounding drums wanting to explode in vibrant sensation. My cock straining for a long pause, hard as a rock inside her, then my metaphorical stopper popped off and I gasped into my buizel's muzzle.

Heat exploded through me along with un-distilled pleasure that trembled through my arms as I squeezed a fistful of Selene's fur, careful not to tug it, but tight enough that my knuckles went white. It filled my body, fingers to ears to toes, followed moments later by undiluted pleasure.

Cum flooded her in waves. I couldn't stop staring at her, watching how her eyes tried to focus on my face but kept drifting up towards the arched roof of our tent. Her body felt amazing.

She lifted herself up on me and drove down again, causing me to shudder and shake at the overwhelming pleasure that shocked me in a flash of over-stimulation. When she saw the look on my face, she rocked her body on mine again. Then, her muzzle thrust back against my mouth and I was lost in another kiss.

Her tongue danced around mine. Her fur pressed firm against my bare skin, all the way down to my crotch, where her loving body constricted around me, holding me inside her while I orgasmed. I filled her unrelentingly. My cock emptied inside her as if it'd been saving up for a year.

I wanted that moment to last forever. Underneath my best friend, my buizel, my lover; wracked with ecstasy as she did her best to emulate the human kisses that she'd seen so many times on T.V. I felt so warm and fuzzy, filled with butterflies that danced and tingled on my skin.

However, that moment fell to an abrupt close as Selene rose up on my cock again. I squirmed and held her back down with my hand, the jarring sensation like an electric shock rattling up through my spine.

“Ah, sorry Selene!" I gasped, pulling back from her muzzle. “I—it's real sensitive now, right after cumming."

She paused, then nodded and said, “Bui." She relaxed her muscles on top of me like a heavy blanket—one with my cock still inside it twitching a last few times.

I shifted the pillow under my head, then finally relaxed. My legs hurt. They had strained so hard as I built to my orgasm. Now they ached like I'd just run a half marathon. That ache was also satisfying though, because it served as yet another reminder of what we had just shared.

“Hey Selene?" I asked

“Bui?"

“Would you like me to do uh, something more?"

After a short wait, she asked, “Bui bui? Buizel?" She didn't get what I meant.

“In case you need a bit more from me. I can still help out some, I mean."

She considered it, then shook her head, flustered. “B—bui buizel. Buizel buizel bui."

I wasn't quite sure of the specifics of what she was saying, but I got the gist. She was satisfied. Her face nuzzled into my bare chest.

“It was really good for me too, Selene," I said.

My length slid out from her body as I shifted underneath her. The air washed icy cold over it, meeting the slick wet of our lovemaking. For a fleeting second, I thought about moving to keep it warm, but Selene had already shut her eyes. I didn't want to disturb her, even though I knew there was no way she was already asleep.

Instead, I carefully reached down to grab the hem of the thrown-open sleeping bag and then wrapped it back over top of us. I didn't zip it up. It'd get tossed around at night for sure, but zipping it would mean me leaning all the way down and ruining this perfect moment holding Selene so close to me, breathing softly, eyes shut.

I brushed a hand over her cheek, and she let out a breathy murmur to let me know she was still awake. I cupped her other cheek and gently lifted it from my upper chest. She let me. She trusted me.

I tilted my head to meet her muzzle, my lips against hers again. Her tongue invaded my mouth the instant it found the opportunity. Shivers raced down my spine.

Nothing was holding us back. We had nowhere to be except in each other's loving embrace, fur on skin, mouth to muzzle. Our kiss had no time limit, nowhere to be. I didn't know how long it lasted, just that when it ended, we were both satisfied and smiling so hard it hurt the muscles in our cheeks.

I told her I loved her.

Selene said, “Buizel bui." It wasn't so simple to read her, though. Determination curled her muzzle as she looked at me, leaning back from the kiss. The adoration in her eyes softened it. Her familiar tone told me that she was thanking me. And I knew what for.

“You're gonna beat the shit out of that abomasnow."

“Buizel," she agreed.

“I'm always here for you, Selene. I'm so proud of you. You could never disappoint me."

She started blinking faster and wiped her eyes with a paw. She choked out a soft, “Bui… buizel."

“Do you want to start training again tomorrow, or give it another few days?"

She was crying now. I hugged her close to me. She looked up and wiped those tears from where they stuck her fur together under her eyes. After a firm nod, she said, “Bui, buizel. Buizel buizel bui?"

I looked at her and watched as a grin spread across her face to match mine, before we both started laughing as we embraced each other in our sleeping bag like she had just said the funniest thing in the world.

“Sure Sel, we can fuck again right after."