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“Shirooooooo…”

“Jeez, again?”

“I warned you this would happen. You said you were fine with it.”

“I know, I know...I just didn’t realize you meant like every day.” Shiro worked off his boxers - the only thing he was wearing at this late hour anyway. He doubted anyone else was around to see him in this state, so there wasn’t much in the way of shyness. The only one there was Spar, and he sure as hell didn’t care - HE didn’t wear a thing.

Granted, it would have been very hard to do so, considering Spar was a Scyther.

Blade arms were great for battle, especially ones with Spar’s quality - the graceful insect could slice and dice his way through any battle. And for things that required a blade, they could be useful, if whetted - Scythers could rub them together to sharpen them temporarily, some secretion on the blades warped them to be sharper, so they could be used for cutting produce, wood carving, or other things where a knife would be handy. For most else, not so much...and unfortunately Shiro didn’t do a lot that required a blade.

One thing in particular was very difficult for Spar: the act of self-pleasure. Obviously, blade arms weren’t designed with that in mind, and beyond just the obvious issues, they didn’t reach that area except at awkward angles. Some individuals were flexible enough to use their mouths instead, but Spar was not one of those lucky ones. He had struggled for a long time trying to find substitutes, and rarely found one that was acceptable - and even when he did, they were on the road, so he’d have maybe one crack and that was it.

Shiro was well aware of these issues - Spar had lamented them openly, something which had been awkward at first but now felt no less strange to him than discussing the weather. But he felt bad every time he heard it, it was so easy for him and so hard for his Pokémon...he’d offered to help several times before, but Spar had never accepted it, saying that if he did he’d be committing to it - there was no way Spar was going to have a taste and then be able to go back to avoiding that option. Shiro had dismissed that, saying it was part of his role as the trainer, and last week Spar had finally given in and asked him...he hadn’t exactly foreseen that it would be a daily occurrence.

“What happens on a night when I’m tired and not in the mood?” he asked as he moved around the fire to his partner, who was sitting with legs splayed a fair bit back from the blaze, against a tree.

“Then you get to wake up to a twice-as-horny Scyther in the morning.”

“That sounds...fun. You’re not gonna slice my clothes off and mount me in the middle of the day, are you?”

“Not after just one day. I think.”

Shiro snorted in mild amusement. “Total confidence in that response there.”

Spar looked away, reddening a bit. “I haven’t been this randy ever...I knew this would happen, the thought of you doing this turns me on. Especially since you let me be the dominant one! I’d really try to hold myself back, though, I don’t want to rape you.”

“I would hope that you would. Though, I can’t really call it rape if I’m neglecting your needs.” Even though Shiro didn’t consider himself gay, he was one of those types that was adamant that tending to a Pokémon meant addressing their sexual needs as well. In his mind, trainers that found themselves used by their mons after avoiding the subject of sex deserved what they got. The only reason he had held off was Spar’s reluctance. But as he started to rub the Scyther’s slit, he had to admit that, for a not-gay guy, he certainly found a lot of appeal in the big bug. Maybe he was just weird, or maybe that was the effect Pokémon had...fluid sexuality was the norm among them, and he wouldn’t be the first it had rubbed off onto.

Speaking of rubbing off…Spar murred loudly as the human’s fingers delved into his slit, rubbing the sensitive walls gently but firmly to coax out the prize. If there was one spot on the Scyther that was even harder for him to toy with than his cock, it was where it was housed, and as a consequence even the lightest touch was fiercely arousing to him. So much so that it was almost overwhelming, but it never lasted too long, not when it got the blood flowing down there that quickly. Sure enough, Spar’s dick started pushing against Shiro’s fingers, and the trainer rapidly pulled back, not wanting to get trapped in there - he almost had the first time.

As it pushed out and grew to its full size, Shiro found himself once again captivated by his partner’s endowment. It looked about as alien as he could imagine - a diamond-shaped head with firm corners leading to the pointed tip, and then a shaft that was rounder but was lined with thin ridges that ran parallel to the surface. Those ridges felt almost as sharp as the Scyther’s blades, making him feel like he might be cut up, even though they had never drawn a drop of blood or even caused damage as significant as a paper cut. Its size was nothing to scoff at - Shiro had to guess that it was close to a foot long, and generally about as thick as his own wrist. Impressive for a five-and-a-half foot creature, at least to Shiro, though Spar didn’t seem to think it was all that special.

His hand wrapped around that shaft and started to stroke, making Spar pant and moan a bit. It was a thick tool, but Shiro could just reach all the way around it, so he gave it a nice tight grip as he slid it up and down, the odd feeling of those ridges slicing across his palm not off-putting by this point. His other hand went to the tip, where he used his fingers to stroke and squeeze, getting shivers out of his Scyther. It was the least intense thing they did, and yet perhaps the thing that Spar liked the most - maybe just the novelty of hands was the key here, Shiro didn’t really know. But as long as it did the trick, he would be happy to do it.

It wasn’t long before his hands started to tingle a bit as the precum leaked onto them. That was a very odd quality about Spar’s fluids, they had this sort of tingle or buzz when they made contact with him...Spar claimed that was pretty normal for Bug-Type Pokémon, though he couldn’t really tell Shiro anything more than that. It wasn’t harmful, as far as Shiro had experienced, but it could feel a bit weird, and mildly painful if it got in his eyes...not that that stopped him from potentially exposing himself to it.

Spar was squirming a bit, his mouth hanging open and soft cries emitting from him with every breath. There was an odd sense of pride for Shiro to hear that, to know that he was pleasing his Pokémon so thoroughly, making him feel so good, even if it was a duty there was enjoyment in it. Beyond the obvious, even. He leaned more on Spar, keeping his quarry more still so that he could keep working on it without interruption. It was starting to throb and pulse under his hands, a sure sign that the Scyther was about to blow. Whether just because of Spar’s sensitivity, or because his hands were that good, it was always quick the first round. He didn’t mind that, it meant they could get to the parts where he was getting some of his own attention more quickly…

A loud cry erupted from Spar, and Shiro quickly pulled one hand away to let the bug’s cum squirt out the tip. It came out in forceful spurts, shooting rather high into the air, sticky and stringy. Another impressive thing to Shiro, Spar’s output was quite robust, he had a lot to unload and it didn’t seem like he ever got drained. After watching the first gushes shoot up and splatter down, impulse seized the human, and he tilted the insect’s cock towards his face, closing his eyes as the geyser blasted him fully, making his whole face tingle rather rapidly. That was going to make him quite the mess, but there was a place to wash up nearby, so he would deal. It was another thing mainly for Spar, who seemed to have a thing for his seed on Shiro’s body; he hadn’t done it like this before, but it seemed a harmless indulgence for his companion.

Once he stopped feeling spunk splatter against his face, he wiped it away from his eyes, being careful to try to avoid any getting on his eyes directly. It wasn’t easy, the stuff was way stickier than his own, but he managed eventually, and finally opened them to see Spar panting at him, a slight grin on his flushed face. “What, you couldn’t wait for round two to get a taste?”

He’d gotten plenty of that, too, as evidenced by the slight sting on his tongue and the salty and very lightly sweet taste he was picking up. “You’re the one with the pasting kink.”

“And you’re riling me up even more like that. Are you sure you want to be doing that?”

“What, you think the last six times wasn’t enough practice for me?” Shiro rubbed his Scyther’s face, grinning back at him. “I think if I can handle you at your most pent up I can handle you at your most excited.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to be disrobed and hammered without warning? Because you sure make it sound like you do…”

“Let’s stick with no. For the time being. Let’s get to the next part.” Shiro shifted back from Spar and laid back on the ground. His own arousal was clearly evident at this point in his hard member standing up between his legs. Not exactly a match for Spar’s - he’d measured once a couple years back and no matter how he tried could only come up a touch short of five inches at full mast. And it didn’t seem to be growing any more, so he was sort of resigned to it...it wasn’t like anyone probably expected more from a 5’2” guy, small seemed to be his fate. At least one of them could be big…

Spar’s wings buzzed as he stood, moaning a bit seeing Shiro getting into position. “You have no idea how hot you look…”

“I have an idea, based on the way you react to it.”

“I still can’t believe you do this. You could have let me be below...I wouldn’t have said no to that.”

Shiro knew that full well. He also knew that Spar, like most Pokémon, had dominant impulses, and enjoyed being in control. Shiro could have made him lay back and be on top, controlling the action, and then ridden the Scyther when the finale came around, sure...but would that have really been as satisfying for him? If taking care of his needs was Shiro’s duty, it made more sense that he should have to sate those urges as well. To him, there was no question - letting Spar be in charge was the right decision. “Don’t worry about it even a little bit. Come on, let’s get you relieved.”

Spar wasn’t about to argue further. He stepped around and then got down over Shiro, carefully placing his blades to the side to avoid any risk of damaging anything. The human’s cock was right up against his muzzle, and without hesitation he took it in, slurping over it and letting his tingling saliva coat that sensitive flesh. Shiro gasped at the sensation, just like every time - one would think he would get used to it, but it struck him every time just like it was the first. Never unpleasant, to be sure, the tingle wasn’t painful, just stimulating. The first time he’d felt it led to the hardest he’d ever cum in his life, and the others hadn’t been half bad either.

Of course, this position wasn’t just for his own benefit. Spar’s cock was poking down into his face, and he knew exactly what was coming. So he opened wide and let the head sink in...not a modest mouthful, but somehow it worked. A good thing, too, because this was as tame as it was going to get. The familiar taste of Spar flooded his mouth, salty and with that faint sweetness that barely stood out over the buzz. He got to slurping and sucking, bracing himself for what was going to come...he’d been surprised by it the first time, but now he was ready for it, or as much as he could be.

He couldn’t see much of anything except the green body over him, but he could feel Spar transition from licking to full-on sucking, taking his whole length into his mouth and bobbing a bit over it, his tongue still rubbing against the upper surface of Shiro’s shaft. The Scyther’s breathing was picking up, the only signal that Shiro had for his state of arousal. He did his best to stay still, not wanting to nick himself on the insect’s fangs, which were plenty sharp in their own right. His arms wrapped around Spar’s legs, keeping him in his proper place for when things picked up further.

And soon enough, it happened. As Spar dove down on Shiro’s cock, he humped in, his cock sliding into Shiro’s mouth and making his throat bulge from the girth that was just shoved in. His hide met the human’s face, a full embedding that pushed Shiro to his limit but thankfully not beyond...this had been one of the things Spar was warning him about, he got intense when he was in charge and it wasn’t something he could restrain very well. It had felt like too much at first, but when Shiro had managed to get through it unscathed the first time he decided that he could continue to handle it. After all, Spar was pleasuring HIS whole cock with his mouth, wasn’t it only fair to do the same?

Still, it wasn’t an easy thing handling the hard bucks into his throat. It felt like he was getting cut apart in there thanks to those ridges, which meant he had to fight to keep his mind under control and not fall to the impression that he was being harmed. He could never just sink mindlessly into it, he had to keep himself alert and active, so he did what he could to add to Spar’s pleasure, sucking and clenching and licking where he could. All the while, the buzz had intensified in his throat, having already started from the precum Shiro had swallowed but much stronger with a direct source. He couldn’t forget about the head, either, with its sharper points rubbing against his throat deeper inside.

However challenging it was, it was more than made up for by the fantastic blowjob he was receiving. Spar’s tingly spit had lit a fire in the human’s groin, and it got even better when Spar opened wider and managed to engulf Shiro’s nutsack as well. The buzzing spread to another sensitive spot, making Shiro moan loudly around that cock embedded in his throat, and Spar wasn’t just leaving it at that, he was bobbing up and down, massaging the area with his mouth, and licking all over to add his little extra stimulation. If there was one upside to having a less than impressive package, it was that Spar had no trouble attending to the whole thing. He could feel sharpness brush against his flesh, the slight prickle of danger hanging around underneath the pleasure, but Shiro trusted Spar with his life and was sure that the Scyther would be as careful as he possibly could with those delicate areas even in the midst of his hottest lust.

He was getting close, and he could feel Spar was too - it meant he got a lot more sharpness when the insect’s cock throbbed in his throat. His fingers clutched harder to the armored hide of the Pokémon as he did his best to work Spar to the absolute limit and aid those sharp and quick thrusts. He was getting used to that buzzing sensation, allowing it to recede just a little bit and distract him less from the attractive flavor of Spar. His moans were getting slightly louder, though they were still quite muffled and hard to make out, especially over the loud and scratchy moans that Spar was giving off around his own groin. The Scyther was tensing up, he was surely just about there, Shiro fought to tighten down even though that would make the sharp cutting sensations starker, trying to get him there…

He beat Spar to it, though, a muffled cry leaking out around that thick staff as he bucked into the Scyther’s muzzle, his cream jetting out into Spar’s mouth where his raking tongue slurped it up greedily. It threw him for a loop, and he suddenly became unprepared for when Spar began to gush in his throat, that buzz getting harsher again as the Scyther’s seed flooded him. He was still bucking, allowing some of it to fill his mouth and then jet out as Spar drove back in, erasing most of the space that it would have taken up. It meant he was going to get messier, but Shiro didn’t really mind - that was another one of those things Spar liked that he was happy to indulge. He tried to swallow what he could, but left a little bit of that spunk in his mouth to savor the taste, somewhat sweeter and less salty than the first load was, something that Shiro was rather partial to except for the sticky texture. Well, nothing was perfect.

There was no way Shiro’s climax was going to outlast Spar’s, and sure enough the human ran dry well before Spar did, allowing him to focus solely on finishing the pleasure and not getting overwhelmed by that heavy load. Even for having just cum once minutes before, Spar certainly didn’t seem to have any production drop-off...that would remain true for the next round, as far as Shiro was aware. Not that he’d tried to measure directly; that would just have seemed weird. Eventually, though, the Scyther’s climax reached its limit as well, and he pulled out to let the last couple jets join the earlier release on Shiro’s face. It was a lot harder to control the direction from this angle, but Spar helpfully tried to aim away from his eyes and he was able to avoid any of that stinging fluid getting too close to that.

“Where do you keep all that stuff, bud?” Shiro managed to pant out as Spar carefully rolled himself away from over the human.

“We just...produce a lot. All Pokémon do...I’m not really that special in that regard.”

“I don’t know how big my nuts’d have to be to shoot like that. But I guess you’re just big in every way, huh?”

“Shirooooo…” Spar raised his blades up to hide his reddening face, making the human giggle. His big bug was kinda cute sometimes, no matter how he could be in the sack he always had a soft charm about him that seemed not entirely fitting for a Scyther. That was one reason Shiro liked him so much.

“So, I’m not gonna even think you’re done with me...how do you want to set for the last round? I think that position a couple days ago was the least awkward one we found for you on top.”

Spar lowered his blades, but still looked pretty red. “I, uh...I think there’s another one I’d like to try…um...you trust me, right, Shiro?”

That was something to pull out at a moment like this, and had the human a little nervous. But he DID trust Spar, he knew the Scyther didn’t want to hurt him...he was probably thinking of something that theoretically could. They did a lot to avoid the blades, maybe this position he wanted wouldn’t make that so easy. “You know I trust you, buddy. Tell me where you want me.”

Spar nodded, though he swallowed and hesitated a bit. “Can you, uh...stand up and kinda hold yourself a little away from, uh...that tree, there?” He motioned to one that was clearly thick and sturdy enough that they wouldn’t be able to do anything to it with their actions. Curious, Shiro complied, wondering what that was about; they normally did it with Shiro on the ground and Spar above him in some way, though they were still trying to find the best position to keep Shiro from having too much blade contact. Some of them were just not as effective as others, but they didn’t really know what worked best yet. Maybe this was a different sort of idea that Spar had, and Shiro was happy to give it a shot. Holding himself about a foot away from the tree, he waited for the insect to take his own position, curious what Spar was going to do.

He certainly wasn’t prepared for what he got. He felt Spar’s body against his back, his cock against the human’s rear, giving him that cutting feeling that made him shiver...and then he felt the bladed arms wrap AROUND him. His breath caught in his throat as he felt Spar’s left arm blade curl around his chest, the sharp end of it slightly angled against his body, and the right one come lower, around his pelvic area, the sharpness against Shiro’s erection, putting a bit of pressure on it.

So that’s why he asked…

To call it precarious was vastly understating it - you HAD to trust your partner if you were going to let them forego the attempts at avoiding the threat of the sharp blades you wore. But Shiro did...so he kept his mouth shut, tacit permission for Spar to go ahead. And the Scyther didn’t hesitate for long, stroking his cock against the cleft of Shiro’s rear a couple times before pulling back lower and further and spearing the tip into the human’s pucker. As he shoved in, his blades pressured the human’s skin more, making Shiro’s heart pound with a mixture of fear and pleasure as he struggled to process it all at once. This was going to be WAY more intense than the previous nights…

Spar’s bucks were, as they usually were, quick and jerky, sawing his bladed cock in and out fiercely. Shiro gasped and moaned as the sharpness left streaks in his mind, his body crying out about danger and priming him for the threat, which amped up the arousal quite effectively. But now there was more to that, he felt that pressure around his front, and the scratch of that blade against his cock as he was rocked back and forth, only a little motion where dick met blade but enough to make him feel it, sometimes the meat of his dick pushing against the edge like it was trying to cut him. None of that was really diminishing the experience at all, and he didn’t let a word of protest come from his mouth, only moans of bliss and encouragement.

He could hear the scratchy growls coming louder from the insect as Spar upped the intensity, driving his cock in and out with even more energy than he usually did. Although there was less of his pressure on Shiro, this felt even more dominant than ever with the blades holding him in place. The buzzing was getting nice and strong in his rear as well thanks to the copious precum spurting into him, amping up Shiro’s lust and sensitizing his anus and his prostate. Maybe it was a good thing he wasn’t truly gay, because he doubted he was going to find a human male who’d do as much for him as Spar did…

The Scyther’s blade shifted slightly, scraping down his chest until finding his nipples, and then laying flat across the tips of them, making Shiro gasp and cry out. And that cry came out again, doubly fierce as he felt the blade SLIDE across the sensitive nubs, just a little but enough to feel like a knife had just raked them! Shiro’s fingers clenched the bark of the tree as he attempted to keep himself in check, but his heart was pounding more harder now...he closed his eyes tight, he didn’t feel like he was bleeding but he didn’t want to look, he had to trust that Spar knew what he was doing and wasn’t allowing himself to hurt Shiro in his quest for lust.

Which didn’t get easier as he now felt the other blade sliding as well, this one across his cock. That visceral cutting sensation made his shaft jerk and spurt as a jolt of pleasure surged through him, the cutting failing to elicit the pain one would have expected as much as it was the damage that one would think would come from such fierce blades. Spar was hammering away harder than he ever had, not encumbered by having to avoid contact with his blades, and Shiro was truly feeling him at his most excited. It was an incredible experience, one he couldn’t match to anything else, and he couldn’t remember feeling such a rush ever before. At this rate, he doubted he’d hold back his orgasm long, unlike previous times where Spar always went off before him…

He was thoroughly unprepared for what came next. Without warning, the Scyther’s mouth came down on his shoulder, and Shiro let out a loud yelp as he was bit, HARD. The sharp fangs felt like they drove deep into his flesh, and yet even this felt utterly painless, in fact the radiant sensation drove him past his limit, his cry ringing through the air as he came hard, splattering the tree with robust jets of jizz from his blade-worked cock, undoubtedly the hardest he’d cum in his life. Seconds and several jerky thrusts later, he felt Spar join him, that cry right near his ear as he continued to clutch the human’s shoulder in his jaw while he unloaded another bucketful of stinging seed into Shiro’s bowels, flooding them with his sticky spunk and giving him a true feeling of fullness. It felt like the best one the Scyther’d ever had as well, his shots more energetic than usual, the way he ground into Shiro more urgent and forceful, and he could swear he could feel the Scyther’s heartbeat against his back and through that clenched jaw on his shoulder...it felt like it matched his own.

Suddenly he felt Spar pull back, and Shiro’s grip was pulled from the tree, carrying him back to the ground into the Scyther’s body. The bitten shoulder was released, but those blades still held him close, and his ass still hugged that cock nice and tight. Shiro was panting hard, sweatier than he usually was, struggling to process everything that had happened. One hand went up to his shoulder to feel where the fangs had held him...impossibly, he felt no blood, not even serious punctures, but he definitely felt SOMETHING, some kind of marks there that made him shiver a bit when he ran his fingers over them.

Finally Spar’s cock started to soften, and he unwrapped himself from Shiro, letting the human separate from him. The human gave a little look over himself, and found himself as unmarred as when they started, despite the efforts of the sharp blades. “Wow...what...how…”

“You’re not hurt, are you?” asked Spar, a bit breathlessly and anxiously.

“No...I’m fine...but...what was that?”

“I, uh...I was...maybe lamenting how we were having trouble finding a good position to a wild Pokémon yesterday…” Spar’s face reddened again. “And they, uh...they told me that if I’m really well-bonded with my human...well, you know how like Fire-types and Pokémon with fire attacks won’t burn their trainers if they don’t want them to? They said my blades and stuff would be the same way...they wouldn’t hurt you no matter what.”

Shire blinked as he heard that. He’d definitely heard that about Fire-types, and certain other types like Ice-types and Electric-types, but never about sharp blades and such. “That...was kind of a hell of a time to test that out...what if it wasn’t true?”

“Then I would have stopped the moment I heard you, helped you with your wounds, and never brought it up again. But I wanted to try it...because if you’re not afraid of my blades, then...we don’t have to worry about anything else, right? Not just during sex, but any other time...like, I can sleep with my arms wrapped around you like I’ve always wanted to.”

That was a sweet sentiment for sure, and now Shiro found himself blushing a bit. “I guess that is an advantage. And I guess it’ll be nice to not worry too much about you cutting me accidentally. But why didn’t you tell me rather than just kinda, uh, springing it like that?”

“I...I didn’t want you trying to pretend you weren’t getting hurt if it didn’t work. I thought, well, you might try to make me happy even if you were getting hurt from it, so...I wanted to really know, I wanted you to not be prepared for it so if it went wrong we could stop right away.”

Shiro couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “I don’t think I would have gone THAT far...but you know what, I appreciate the sentiment anyway. You know what, I’m feeling pretty tired...let’s try that sleeping in your arms thing right now.”

The way the Scyther’s face lit up was just so precious. And as they settled into their position by the fire, the sharp but harmless blades pressing into his front while that tough, protective body was firmly against his back, Shiro was pretty sure that he was going to enjoy this new closeness just as much as Spar was. The duties of a trainer brought with them the benefits, and he wouldn’t have foregone them for the world.