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All the sounds one would expect to accompany a teenager's PC gaming session filled the small bedroom. Marco sat at his desk, laser focused on his monitor, right hand deftly whipping the mouse this way and that while his left operated his keyboard, the key's clacking competing with the shots and explosions coming from the speakers.

"I got one going left," Marco spoke into the mic on his half-headset, "can someone--"

"got 'em," came the voice of one of his teammates, followed by a burst of automatic fire, "good call"

"Nice!" Marco praised as he fell into the backrest of his computer chair, relaxing with the round now over. He grabbed his canned drink off the desk and finished off the last of it. "No look!" he shouted as he tossed the empty can backwards in what he thought was the direction of his waste bin, taking instead a trajectory he'd immediately regret. Instead of a the metallic sound of the tin can smacking against the metal frame of a trash bag lined waist basket, he heard instead--even through the half-headset he wore--a sharp clunk of the empty can impacting something solid covered in something soft, like fur.

With wide eyes Marco spun in his chair and confirmed that the can had in fact flown off course. The 17 year old had instead thrown wide left, the spent drink falling onto his empty bed, causing the illusion of his empty bed to fail right as the can clattered to his bedroom floor. Reality quickly reasserted itself, revealing his prone lying zoroark as she lifted her upper body on one elbow, her other clawed appendage lifting to rub at her head just before her billowing, flowing red mane which flipped over her back as the fox pokemon swung her head towards him, the red corners of her mouth pulling back in a brief, annoyed growl.

"Sh-shit," Marco swore, raising his hands in an apologetic gesture, "I'm so sorry!" His mic stem in front of his mouth completely forgotten.

"Who're you talking to?" one of his online friend's said through the third party voice chat, "You're mom in there with you?" Marco turned his head towards his monitor, as if the person who had spoke were sitting there instead of his monitor.

"Shut up," he said dismissively, "I just missed and--,"

"--Or his girlfriend," came another voice causing the entire team to erupt in laughter and catcalls. There was no comeback this time, only a brief silence as Marco looked back towards his bed, and the pokemon laying in it. Her long pointed ears were turned obviously towards him, or more accurately towards the voice she had just heard through his half-headset. The look of annoyance dissolved into a more mischievous smile, her eyes finding his as she raised her eyebrows. Marco didn't need their poke-links to understand what she was trying to say:

'is she?'

For a moment Marco floundered, his mouth working up and down, open and closed as Lucia stared him down waiting for her answer. "She. . uh. . w-well" he stammered, only adding another volley of laughter to his friends' assault. Through now possibly teary eyed laughter another one of his teammates chimed in,

"is-" he burst out into another bout laughter before finishing, "is she a looker? A real beaut'?" Marco shut his mouth, ignoring the carrying on of his friends in his ear as Lucia cocked her head at him expectantly. Marco's face shed it's uncertain headlights-dazed expression as he couldn't help but smile, nodding his head in agreement.

"Yeah. Yeah, she really is," he answered. Lucia folded the arm that had been holding her up, resting her head on it as she laid there smiling back at him before bringing her dangerous looking paw to her mouth, laying a peck on it with her thin lips, and blowing him a kiss. Marco could only smile at her like a fool, oblivious to his friend's banter.

"Even after you deflate her?" pulled him out of the moment with his beloved zoroark.

The teenager spun back around and opened the chat window in frustration. "Alright jackass," he began angrily as he found the username for the one responsible for that comment "Have fun in ban land." Through the cacophony of his friends howling like mightyena he could still here the purported comedian pleading not to be kicked from the chat room, right up until he was. "Now let that be a lesson to all of you," Marco threatened. He wrapped his hand over his microphone stem as he pushed back towards his bed in his wheeled chair and twisted in his seat to look behind him. "I'm really sorry Lu. . ."

Looking back at the nearly seductive pose the female pokemon was striking, Marco realized quickly that she was being far to still as she lounged on his bed, still looking exactly where he'd been before he moved. "Lucia?" He called apprehensively after identifying the illusion, looking around his room, "where are you right now?"

"_Zoroark" _came her playful singsong reply from right in front of him as he quickly spun back around and nearly jumped out of his chair. There standing in front of him was all five feet of grey furred, red maned, clawed and pawed Lucia between the small gap he'd made between him and his desk.

"JEEZ," He exclaimed, fist releasing the mic stem he'd been manually muting in his surprise. He placed his hands over his face and exhaled, heart racing. "Lucia, you can't..." but his chastising was cut short as she placed a red clawed paw on his shoulder followed by another before climbing up onto his computer chair with her legs straddling him. She shifted and wiggled until she was comfortable, with her foot-paws resting flush on the inside of his thighs, arms hung loosely around his neck as she brought her muzzle so close to his face. Her icy blue eyes enthralling him. The commotion in his ear had given way to uncertain questioning.

"Lucia? Wait, you actually have a--," was as far as one of his friends got before to Marco's amazement, his pokemon reached back and gingerly pushed the mouse around as she watched the monitor, highlighting the entire chat roster, and selecting 'ban' abruptly silencing the slew of interrogatives from his friends online. Her task done, Lucia returned her attention to her trainer looking very pleased with herself. Marco was too surprised to be upset, giving a shocked chuckle as he took in what she'd just done .

"Okay," Marco began, "How did you know how to do that?" He asked the pokemon straddling him, her weight and warmth admittedly pleasant. Lucia leaned back to bring her other paw before him, revealing a simple chained necklace with a small glowing crystal housed by a compact transmitter case, as well as a clear wrap-around ear piece: their poke-links. They had cost Marco nearly a months worth of saved paychecks from his job at the pokemart, even with his mother's employee discount from Comrade Co., but they had been worth every penny to be able to talk with Lucia on a more intimate level. He affixed the earpiece as Lucia activated the transmitter on the short necklace as it powered up with a soft beep. She hung her arm back around Marco's shoulder as she waited patiently.

"Marco?" She prompted him in her low husky voice smiling, he couldn't help but laugh, despite how many times they'd partaken in this ritual.

"Polo," he answered her mirthfully. He lightly batted her side, his hand sliding down her hip. "So come on. How'd you know?" he asked her. Lucia nodded towards his bed behind him,

"I like watching when you use your computer," she explained, chuckling a little. "when you start shouting it's funny sometimes," she teased.

"I thought you were sleeping?" Marco said uncertainly before wincing, remembering what he'd done. "I'm sorry I hit you. I didn't know you were in here," Marco apologized again, running his hand through the fur on her side and hip. She shook her head, squeezing his shoulders.

"It's okay," She said leaning her head back and opening her maw in a very canine yawn, showing sharp teeth that would make most people dubious of the things they did together before closing it, licking her chops. "I overslept I think. I needed to wake up." Lucia wrapped her arms around Marco's neck, closing the distance between those thin vulpine lips and his thick human pair. "Good morning," came her sultry voice moments before her lips bumped his.

"Good morning," He said in a whisper, the short reply causing their lips to rub together before Marco closed his eyes and kissed his pokemon while wrapping his arms around her middle, combing through her smokey fur.

Lucia didn't spend much time with the simple kiss, turning her head to caress his lips with hers as she deepened their affections, indulging in her trainer in a way they both new was taboo, but since the first time had felt too good to ever stop.

Lucia pulled away just barley, their top lips still in contact as they both breathed a little harder.

"So I'm your girlfriend?" She whispered to him, her eyes still closed in bliss.

"Of course you are, crazy," he responded under his breath, trying to continue their kiss as Lucia would draw away just enough to playfully prevent it. Dark types, they couldn't help but be mischievous.

"And you think I'm beautiful?," the female said craning her head downwards to lick at his neck in long sensual drags. The hot wet lapping causing Marco's heartbeat to race as he stifled a moan. He could feel himself stirring in his loose gym shorts, it wouldn't be long until Lucia did too from their closeness.

"The most beautiful zoroark in Unova," He confirmed, running a hand up the back of her head, holding her as kissed the side of her muzzle while she continued to lick. Marco moved his kisses up to her slender ear, closing his teeth gently on the sensitive skin, something akin to a purr mixed with a growl rewarded him for his effort. One of Lucia's paws roamed down to his seated body to his shorts, where he was obviously tenting them with his hardening member. Lucia carefully rubbed at him causing him to involuntarily thrust his hips up a little.

"Marco. . .," Lucia pleaded with a whine as she nuzzled her face into her lover's neck. Marco knew what she was asking for. He released her ear, realizing that he perhaps shouldn't be taking things this far at this time of day. Marco looked past Lucia to his door nervously.

"Dad's home Lucia. This is a bad idea," he said to her despite his blush, and labored breathing. It was quickly becoming stuffy in his computer chair that the two of them shared, especially where Lucia sat on him. Was she grinding her hips?

"I locked the door," she breathed huskily. "Pleeeaaase?" She begged as if she were asking for pokepuffs. Marco may have questioned further in that regard, but he was a teen aged boy with a needy female on top of him, and hormones won out this time. He swallowed but nodded shakily.

"We _have _to be quiet. Alright?" Marco cautioned her. Lucia gave a very fox-like yip of excitement as she gave him a quick peck on the lips before she slid off of him and on to her knees before him.

The horny zoroark sat her paws on his knees as she bent forward to seize his elastic waistband with her teeth. Marco would be dubious of this if it were the first time she'd done this, but it was far from it. Marco lifted off of his seat for a moment to make removing his shorts and underwear easier for her, his ample cock springing free of the cloth prison, already throbbing hard. Shaking a foot out of his shorts, he spread his legs to give her easier access, a perverse excitement rolling over Marco as his zoroark leaned close to his maleness, her grey wet nose nearly touching as she took in his masculine scent. Lucia looked up at him as she let her wide, flat tongue roll form her muzzle. Her breath was hot on his shaft before she began to licked him from his base to the sweet spot he'd shown her right below the purple glans, her strong tongue pinning his cock to his stomach. Marco groaned in his throat as she didn't let up, lap after lap of hot wet zoroark tongue slid from his base to his head, causing his shaft to bob back and forth as she serviced him. Marco reached for her paw on his knee, and Lucia took his it as she never looked away from him. "Ah. . .that feels so good Lucy" He breathed running a hand through her thick mane as his head fell back on his headrest. That tongue was divine on his cock as she warmed him up, her inhuman dexterity making his head spin as it curled around him, leaving no part of him untouched as his pole became slick with her saliva.

Marco squeezed his eyes shut as she ran her tongue from his base to his tip one last time before she leaned forward to press her tongue to the underside of his member, padding it's entry into her hot muzzle. Inch after inch disappeared inside her vulpine mouth as he struggled not to thrust his hips into her or push her head down faster. The feeling of her tongue and black lips gliding over his erection made him feel he wouldn't last very long. Lucia seemed to enjoy the act just as much as him while she moaned wantonly all the way down to his base, where her nose buried itself in the light dusting of hair at his crotch. Marco was nearly panting like a growlith as Lucia brought her muzzle all the way back to up until only his sensitive tip remained in her maw, circling her tongue in a maddeningly pleasurable dance around it before sucking him all the way back down, a wet smacking accompanying her fellating as she began to bob up and down on him at a smooth pace. Marco curled his toes as he gave himself over to his pokemon's whims, letting her suck him off to her heart's content. Lucia was well very well versed in pleasuring Marco this way, and it showed as she created suction around his cock, her lips subtle but so strong around him while her tongue never stopped lashing the underside of his maleness like she was savoring the taste. There was something about how perverted and taboo the whole situation was that made their trysts so erotic and satisfying. Just the thought of his own zoroark who'd been his companion since she was a zorua, sucking his dick while no one was the wiser, pushed him closer to the edge just as much as the forbidden act itself did. Marco pulled his head off the back of his chair to watch her, the female's eyes now half lidded with lust as she seemed to be watching nothing, her tempo speeding up as Marco realized the paw he was holding in his hand was the only one in sight.

Marco smiled down at her as as he asked through labored breaths, "You enjoying yourself girl?" Lucia's lusty eyes found his again as she only answered by taking him all the way to the root again and licking him within her sweltering confines from top to bottom. Marco's eyes rolled back, eyelids fluttering as he felt himself getting close. He stroked down the side of her head now, thumb tenderly caressing her as she leaned into his affections. " Gahh. I'll take that as a yes," Marco breathed out. "You . . um," he began anxiously, the combination of his dick being balls deep inside Lucia's muzzle and his own jovial apprehension getting the better of him for a moment. "Do you want to. . take this to the bed?" he finished, the fire in his chest feeling like it could truly harm him as he watched Lucia close her eyes and draw her muzzle across his whole rod one last, sensually slow time before she relinquished her possession oh him with a wet 'pop.'

She brought the paw she'd been hiding between her legs up to the hand Marco had been pampering her with to squeeze it lovingly, feeling that her paw was a little damp.

"You don't want to finish in my mouth, do you?" Lucia accused him, causing the 17 year old to blush even harder still while he shook his head shyly.

"I can. . .Make it worth your while?" He offered only looking her in the eyes after he said it. Marco felt, more than saw, her shudder at that, knowing full well what he was offering her. She stood up to her full height, leaning close to lick across his cheek for a moment, craning her neck to his ear.

"I know you will," She whispered in her naturally husky voice, "that's what good mates do" She praised him. Lucia stood and began to walk past him when the human male began to stand, only to be stopped with a hesitant paw on his chest.

Marco looked up at her with confusion as she chewed nervously on her lower lip, the zoroak's tail also betraying some sudden nervousness as it flicked left and right quickly. Without looking directly at him Lucia meekly said, "can. . . can I try something?" Taken aback, Marco replied,

"Try what?" Only to receive a shaken head from his pokemon.

"Nuh-uh. It's a surprise," She responded looking at him now smiling eagerly, "we don't _have _to go through with it." She shot a glance at the ebed then back at him. "Wait here, just don't look!" She said before scurrying off behind him towards his bed, hearing her flop down upon it and causing the headboard to smack the wall while he was tugging his shirt over his head.

"Lucia," Marco hissed, his shirt still hiding his head as he listened for movement in the house, hearing none. "Quiet!," He reminded her firmly.

"Sorry!" She hissed back as the rustling on his bed indicated Lucia was trying to situate herself, giggling like a baby pokemon all the while. "Okay," she said in a hushed tone, then in a far more drawn out sultry request, ". . . turn around." Marco rose from his chair completely first before slowly turning himself to face her.

Marco's bed was tucked against the back wall of his room, the lengthwise side facing his computer desk. Lucia was laid out on the mattress, her arms placed seductively above her head resting on his pillows, watching him with smokey eyes, grinding her thighs together as she shuffled and stretched her legs in an erotic, provocative dance that seemed to keep her intimate region just out of view. It was made all the more mouth watering by the last second addition she'd made to her wardrobe, or lack thereof. Where Lucia's arms and legs had been bare before, now from her grey furred thighs to just above her red claws at the end of her paws clung sheer black stockings. They were fur tight and even sported little bows at both openings. She 'wore' a similar pair from bicep to paw, running the latter seductively down her billowing chest fur and athletic stomach. Marco just took the sight of her in, smiling in both admiration and lechery as he was equal parts impressed and aroused.

Lucia drew a single claw down the leg closest to him, showing off how the fabric seemed to be pulled and manipulated by it. She peered down her muzzle at her leg as she lifted it high, the motion appearing effortless, looking to him afterwards to gauge his reaction. "Do you like it?" She asked Marco, though he couldn't tell if the question was rhetorical or not. "I've been practicing," she said twiddling her claws in the almost sheepish he was used to seeing when she was nervous."Is this why you jumped me?" Marco asked her playfully as he reached the edge of the bed.

"You did this just for me?" He asked running a hand through her chest fluff, the chest wide tuft nearly swallowing his hand. Lucia opened her arms to accept, casting him a sidelong stare as she smiled up at him.

"I did this just for us" she answered, leaning up to tap the tip of his nose with a claw. Marco laughed as he seized her arm, wincing as he'd though he would break the illusion. He froze however as instead of seeing and feeling her grey fur, he felt tight fabric that his hands slid over easily.

"How," Marco shook his head and looked again, to see despite his inspection the illusion persisted. "how are you doing this?!"

"can weeee," Marco could hear the frown in her voice before he looked back at her "talk later?" Lucia finished, quirking an eyebrow at him.

"Yes! Yes, sorry" he blurted before kissing her paw and climbing onto the bed. As Marco began to climb over her, Lucia began sitting up, her paw seeking his still throbbing maleness. Marco pushed her back down into the bed gently but with authority, following her upper body with his and holding her down. He shook his head at the surprised zoroark. "uh-uh" he chastised before adding with a devious smile."your turn Lucy."