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"I found you!"

Shay jumped in his seat, jerking his attention from the book in front of him to search for a source of the melodic voice. He hadn't heard anyone approach, not that he likely would have. At the far end of the secluded library table stood a Kirlia, posed as if about to launch into a twirl, large red eyes peering back from behind green hair.

“F-Found me?" An irrational panic spiked within him, though he hadn't done anything wrong. Had he?

Kirlia gracefully approached across the top of the wood table. “It wasn't actually very hard," she admitted. "What kind of person spends their Friday evening in the library after his first week of classes?" The question had a taunting ring to it. "I could feel your desperation two floors down." The white frills of her dress hovered unnaturally still as she stepped lightly towards him. Overly round eyes glittered intensely over a smile that didn't seem as friendly as it should.

Her voice sounded crystalline, beautiful but sharp. "First year?"

Jaw slack, he simply nodded.

Kirlia's fangs gleamed in the sterile florescent lighting. "And I assume you've never seen a girl naked before?" And before he could reply, she cut him off. "In person."

The question caught him so off guard, only his face responded, by turning the same color as the fins on her head, his lips moving without producing sound. Kirlia's feet didn't disturb the pages of his open book as she stepped up onto them, forcing Shay to crane his neck to meet her gaze.

"My mistress hates to see such shy boys all alone. I can take you to her, if you'd like."

Her large eyes paralyzed him, and he wasn't sure how to interpret the offer. Why ask if he'd seen a girl naked – to tease him, put him off guard? Or did it imply something more? The thought only heated his cheeks further.

"W-Who is your mistress?" he managed to stammer.

"A fellow student of yours. Not a freshman." Her smile widened, a discomforting mix of innocence and malice.

"And she's here in the library?"

Kirlia giggled. "No. She's waiting for my return in her dorm. Would you like me to introduce you?"

His heart raced while any ability to make a decision ground to a halt. Unease dragged at the part of him that didn't want to spend his weekend alone, but this wasn't how he imagined meeting new people. Of course he never imagined taking the initiative himself. This was what he wanted, wasn't it, someone else to invite him to – something?

Kirlia touched her chin, head tilting as if just remembering something. "There is a catch. You have to do something for me, first."

Shay's voice came out hoarse. "What's that?"

An ethereal pressure wrapped around his wrist and pulled his hand slowly into the air. Shay jumped in his seat, eyes widening. His hand floated up in front of him of its own will. Kirlia's grin sharpened.

Her small green hands delicately took his, her skin warm and soft. She stroked the back of his hand, sending a shiver up his arm that raised all the tiny hairs before she picked out his middle finger, playing her hand along it. Without further consideration, she guided his finger between her slender thighs. Kirlia leaned into his touch, fingertip grazing her small, hairless slit.

The sudden rush left Shay unable to process anything beyond the simple tactile sensation. His brain shut down, a shock of arousal stemming from the wondrous feel of her body, a pokemon's body. A very specific part of her body.

Her pelvis rocked forwards and back until she left his fingertip wet. Shay didn't know why that of all things snapped him from utter awe.

"What are you- Anyone could see-" He breathed heavily, but despite his words, he didn't try to pull free of Kirlia's psychic hold on his wrist.

"There's only six humans in the entire building." She bared her fangs in a wicked smile and then pressed herself onto Shay's finger. Kirlia held silent, Shay gasped.

At first his brain couldn't comprehend the feeling of her, both crushingly tight yet softer than any satin, a squeezing warmth encompassing his digit, letting him feel her in unrivaled intimacy. Every subtle twitch of her muscles, the quick beat of her heart, and the slow desire that accepted him deeper into her pussy.

Kirlia sighed quietly, delicately lowering her hips until the Shay could feel her tiny body strain against his middle knuckle. Her cute moan accentuated the way her walls clenched around his finger, as if her insides tried to stop her from removing his finger. She lifted herself off anyway, leaving his damp skin to chill in the cool dry air.

She brought his finger up to her lips and gave him playful bite. "Wow." Even she sounded a bit breathless now. "You are desperate. It feels like you're nearly ready to cum just from that." She giggled. "Let me see it."

Shay blinked. The moment had so utterly consumed him that he hadn't noticed, but she was right. His cock strained painfully against his jeans, and it wouldn't take much to get him over the edge.

"S-See what?" But Shay knew.

"Your dick, obviously." She let the psychic hold on his wrist dissipate, and his hand flopped to the table.

Shay glanced nervously around the deserted library. "Here?"

"You still want me to introduce you to my mistress, don't you?"

Shay whined, but lust firmly snared him in its grip far more powerfully than fear. Careful to not touch himself any more than necessary, unsure of how much he trusted his ability to hold back, he undid the front of his jeans and shifted the chair back. With one last deep breath, he revealed himself, small cock twitching eagerly.

Kirlia laughed. "Aww. It's cute." She leaned down for a closer look. "I bet even I could take you."

Shay wilted, though his cock ached for the chance. How it would feel to press himself into the diminutive pokemon, feel the way her muscles strained- Shay had to squeeze his eyes shut to prevent the mere thought of it break the last of his tenuous control.

He whined softly. "Can I, um-"

Kirlia snorted. "I've barely even gotten a look." She motioned to him. "Stand up and let me see."

"What if someone else walks by?" he hissed, fidgeting nervously in his seat, hands ready to try and cover himself at any hint of motion.

"What if, what if, what if." Kirlia waved her hand in annoyance. "What if I get tired of your whining and find someone else who's more fun?"

Anxiety tightened his knees together, but he didn't want Kirlia to leave. At least he didn't think so. Shay bit the inside of his cheek and stood up, trying not too look frantically around the room. Kirlia grinned in satisfaction, her face inches away from his bouncing shaft, precum already leaving his tip gleaming in the harsh lighting.

An exhaled breath teased his sensitive flesh, leaving his legs trembling. Large red eyes studied him, and he imagined her leaning in just a little further, her lips opening, spreading across his head and gently guiding his foreskin back, letting him feel her small mouth around his cock. Kirlia's voice snapped him out of his fantasy.

"One last thing. Promise," she cooed. "Get on your knees."

Shay hesitated, not from fear this time but a lingering hope that maybe she'd touch him. But he knew she wouldn't, knew from the teasing smile curling her lips. Instead he obeyed without arguing this time, which only made her grin widen. At least like this he felt a little less exposed.

Kirlia stepped towards him, her tiny feet at the edge of the table as she loomed over him. "Kiss me, and we can go meet my mistress."

Shay lowered his eyes from hers and instead focused on her hips. From this angle, her white skirt hid nothing, her flushed green lips still glistening, a hint of her own arousal, where she had let him touch her.

Their awkward difference in height forced Shay to raise himself up, calves shaking. He approached her reverently, waiting for her to pull away or chastise him at the last moment, but he lifted his face between her willowy green legs. A scent like sweet grass and the barest hint of something sharper radiated from her body. Her skirt brushed the top of his head, and Shay brought his lips to her small sex.

Tiny hands cradled his head for a moment, both of them content letting the kiss linger, Shay too overwhelmed to do more then let their flesh touch, his lips still. Then Kirlia gently pushed him away.

"Good boy," she said affectionately. "I think my Mistress will like you."

After scrambling to pull his pants up and gathering his bag, Shay let Kirlia lead him out of the library and towards the academy dorms. He glanced around nervously as if someone might come and stop him, or accost him about what happened in the library, or why a Kirlia was leading him around. He clutched his bag to his chest.

Few others shared the walkway, and no one paid he or Kirlia any mind at all in the fading light. He managed to calm himself down enough to walk more or less normally, and the few minutes it took to reach the student housing gave him time to worry again. Kirlia hadn't told him anything about who he was going to meet. The fact that she lived in the dorms made him feel slightly less about to get murdered, but it could just as easily be someone setting him up for a prank. Were there pokephilia sting operations?

Kirlia led him towards a building across the courtyard from his own. He thought it might be the honors dorms. His feet faltered a few paces before the doorway. His last chance to back out. Kirlia seemed to know his thoughts and turned back to him smiling.

"Well? Coming?" Her fangs looked too white in the wan overhead lights, plastic housings yellowed and clouded with age.

After one last glance around the empty courtyard, he nodded and followed Kirlia inside. They took the stairs instead of the elevator, exiting onto the second floor. Music played loudly from one of the rooms, several drunken voices half shouting over one another, but Kirlia led him past to the other end of the floor. Kirlia stopped before a door and glanced back. Shay simply hugged his messenger bag tighter.

The metal handle turned on its own, likely Kirlia's psychic power, and the door swung inwards. For a dorm, the corner room was large, easily comfortable for four people, though instead of a pair of bunk beds, two couches and a large bed flanked a large open area at the center. A small dark wood desk in the corner held nothing on its surface.

Shay hesitantly followed Kirlia in, his eyes immediately drawn to the room's only occupant, a girl lounging on one of the couches. Long black hair flowed over her shoulder and across the chest of her white polo. Her relaxed position, legs pulled up onto the sofa let her dark navy skirt fall to expose the majority of her pale and well toned thighs. Looking over the soft glow of her tablet, she raised an eyebrow at the two of them.

Kirlia strolled across the room and hopped up onto the sky blue comforter covering the bed. "I found him studying alone in the library." Shay blushed at the introduction and jumped slightly when the door clicked shut behind him.

"Oh?" The girl placed her tablet aside and stood gracefully, her green eyes studying Shay. She was far more beautiful than Shay dared to imagine. She stood nearly as tall as him, an athletic build that suited her confident stride. After a moment of thoughtful appraisal, she said, "My name is Alina."

"Shay," he mumbled, all but squirming beneath her scrutiny. He didn't think himself ugly, but she was so far out of his league he nearly apologized and fled, would have if her sharp gaze hadn't pinned him in place like a small insect. He should have worn something nicer, or maybe cologne or-

Alina continued forward and placed a hand on the bag still clutched to his chest. She gave him an affectionate smile and he reluctantly let her pull it away from him. "The library, huh? No plans for the weekend? There's always fun things happening around this time of the year." Shay watched her place the bag aside, her words heaping self-consciousness upon his shoulders.

"Not really." He stared after his bag, envying its ability to fade from notice.

The warmth and invitation of Alina's voice felt a welcoming embrace. "Then I'm glad Kirlia found you." She stepped forward, artfully placing her body against his and drew him into a kiss.

One hand cupped his cheek, the other the small of his back. Soft lips locked against his. Shay squeaked in a mixture of shock and desperate excitement. He could feel her smile against him, her body fluid against his stiff posture.

Shay's thoughts raced. She hadn't let him prepare himself, and he expected her to stop the kiss, ask him what was wrong or make some snarky comment about how he wasn't a good kisser. But she didn't. Her hands pulled him tight, her breath hot and humid against his skin, the full swell of her breasts squished up against his chest.

Her tongue started to tease between his lips just before she finally pulled away, releasing Shay. The closed door jarringly stopped him from tumbling back out into the hallway.

Alina chuckled. "Would you like to come sit down with me?" and nodded towards the couch.

Shay breathed heavily, barely able to keep himself standing and glanced between her and the couch before nodding shyly. Her quick grin gave him a spark of encouragement, and he watched her skirt ruffle about her thighs before scurrying after her.

Alina sat, and Shay took a seat beside her, leaving a polite space between the two of them. Alina only grinned at that and scooted close until their hips touched. Her hand came to rest on his thigh.

"You've never kissed a girl before?" she asked. Her gentle touch slowly rubbed his leg, fingers teasingly dipping towards his inner thigh and nearly grazing his crotch. He squirmed in anxious anticipation and shook his head in answer to her question.

Alina leaned in close to his ear. "You don't have to be embarrassed," after which she nipped his earlobe playfully. Her body shifted, and before he recovered, Alina straddled him. An unruly strand of black hair crossed her face which she lazily swept aside.

Then she kissed him again, able to lean into it from her position atop him, a hand tangling into his hair. Shay tried to return the kiss this time, but the moment his lips parted, her tongue forced its way into his mouth and easily overpowering his own timid efforts. Her butt lowered into his lap, her bare thighs hot against his pants. Now he wished he had lowered them, both to feel her skin against his, and also to release the cruel cloth prison binding his erection.

Shay had no idea how long the kiss lasted, only that he panted, dazed, when Alina finally gave him a moment's reprieve. Humid breath, chilled by a faint trace of mint, curled against his face. A rosy blush crept into Alina's cheeks.

Her eyes glittered a lively green. "You can touch me if you want," she whispered and leaned back in, nipping his lower lip before pressing a fierce kiss upon him. His own lips fumbled against hers, already occupying most of his available concentration. He hadn't even considered adding anything more into the mix.

Hesitantly, he raised a hand to her chest. His palm molded to the swell of her breast, firm and soft beneath his exploratory touch. The way her tongue flit between his lips, her chest arching into his touch, butt in his lap, all overwhelmed his senses in a concerted effort. So many new sensations he'd only fantasized about. He wanted to focus on each of them, his lips slack, attention completely on how his fingers sank into her breast when he squeezed, the line where her bra ended and only a shirt kept him from her warm skin.

After letting him clumsily paw at her chest, Alina broke the kiss again, smiling at his glazed expression. She leaned back, reaching behind her, and then leaned back in. For a panicked moment, Shay thought he'd done something wrong, but in response to his lack of initiative, Alina took his wrist and guided his hand underneath her shirt.

Shay moaned softly into her lips, the skin beneath his fingers silken and warm. His hand trembled, but he slowly felt up her belly to where her bra hung slack. Testing, hesitant, his fingers easily slipped beneath, and like that, he had her breast in his hand. Smooth and plush, willing to let his fingers sink into their luxurious heft, her curves filling his palm. A stiff springy nipple pressed back against him, obvious against his palm. His fondling only drove Alina to kiss him more fiercely, as if knowing he could barely focus.

Each movement Alina made in his lap pulled and tugged at his clothing, sending a jolt through his crotch. His erection protested angrily against his pants, the muscles in his pelvis already gently aching from constant denial.

Alina pressed her chest forward into his palm and moved her lips down to his neck, kissing him below his jaw. He panted in response. Cool fresh air let some of the haze burn away from his mind, though his eyes stared blankly at the wall, his full attention on how her nipple depressed and flexed beneath his touch.

"I've got pretty amazing tits, don't I?" Alina asked, her voice low and velvet. Instead of kissing him again, she straightened up, pressing her chest towards his face, reaching, then her shirt drew up, baring her tits. Shay only had the longest half-second of his life to admire her small pink nipples, the full of her breasts free of clothing, before a hand around the back of his head pulled him against her chest, face pressed into the firm give of her breasts.

Shay nuzzled into her, feeling the heated flesh embrace him, conform to his features. Once her hand fell away, confident he got the idea, he placed his mouth over one of her nipples and drew it between his lips. He played with the stiff nub, enjoying the spring of it against his tongue, his hands now free to settle around her hips.

Of course, she now had the freedom to explore his body as well. The moment her hand brushed across the small bulge in his pants, Shay yelped, a shrill, embarrassing noise. He kept his face buried in Alina's chest to hide the shame.

Alina chuckled. "You're pretty sensitive, huh?" Slightly more prepared, he merely whimpered at the second touch, a delicate trace of his length. He tried not to think about her growing disappointed when she realized his size.

Her fingers fought with the button, pulled tight by his trapped erection, every slight motion forcing pleasure up into his pelvis, leaving him shaking, nearly overcome. A low whine grew in his throat, muffled by Alina's breast. He no longer suckled her, instead shoving his face against her body, his breath misting her creamy smooth skin.

The button popped open, some of the strain easing. Then the zipper descended at a teasing crawl, the vibrations of it more than his overstimulated body could handle. Shay writhed, panicking, unsure if he should grab her hand. With her atop him, he couldn't pull away.

"Don't," he gasped. "I can't-" But she didn't stop, likely didn't have the chance to, his words barely audible and less coherent, even had he not uttered them into into the valley of her perfect breasts. Before the zipper had even fully lowered, Shay cried out, bliss overcoming him.

The less restrictive hold of his underwear let his small cock pulsate freely, yet trapping the warm weight of his cum. His body shook in long awaited satisfaction. Alina held him around the shoulders while he emptied himself into his own underwear. She hadn't even actually touched him, hadn't managed to take off his pants.

Yet he panted as if he'd spent the last hour wildly humping her. The wonderful release of tension faded into crushing embarrassment. Alina let him slump back on the couch.

"Very sensitive I guess?" She grinned, only breathing slightly harder than normal, eyes watching him curiously.

Shay tried to sink into the couch. "S-Sorry," he mumbled. Alina stroked his cheek.

"Consider me flattered." She laid down, and motioned him to follow.

Shay obeyed, still unable to meet her gaze. When he cuddled up against her side, Alina pulled his face back to her breast and drew him close. The cum filling his pants cooled unpleasantly. He didn't say anything, but Alina seemed to sense his tension.

"I think you're exactly what I was looking for," she whispered into the top of his head. "You're going to spend a lot of time here. Would you like that?" Her fingers gently stroked through his hair. Shay nodded, stewing in his own embarrassment.

"Good boy. Now why don't you go get cleaned up. I'll find you something to wear." Alina left him, and Shay shuffled off to the attached bathroom.