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Traveling as a trainer wasn’t exactly the height of safety. Even with a Pokémon for protection, all sorts of things could go wrong. Bad weather, bad visibility, uneven terrain, natural hazards, and wild Pokémon were all prominent threats, and it was common to advise that you never went anywhere without your Pokémon partners, or at least one of them. Even if they couldn’t stop the hazard, they could help you in the aftermath. The worst thing that could happen was being caught without your protector.

Farin was learning the hard way that that was true even if you were only going thirty feet away to take a leak.

Of course, now he was more than thirty feet away, having been chased away from the camp and safety. It was the worst possible situation - he was unarmed, unprotected, completely naked from getting ready to bed down for the night, and also mute courtesy of the Beheeyem having robbed him of his voice and his ability to call for help. Psychics were one of the worst to get caught in the disadvantage against, and Beheeyem was considered among the worst of the worst - wild ones had alien thought patterns that prevented one from reasoning with them, so if they were hostile there was no way to try to even beg for mercy. Caught ones would claim that as wild Pokémon, they were unable to properly comprehend what they were seeing and perceived threats where there might not be one...which wasn’t much help when you were confronted by one.

So Farin was staggering, trying to escape the psychic onslaught in deep darkness within a woods that had plenty of twisty roots. He could barely keep a straight head, with incomprehensible resonance jarring his brain, turning him around every which way and making it impossible to know where he was going apart from ‘away from the Pokémon.’ Brief moments of higher clarity came when he got distance, but he could never get much of it before it was on him again. His vision was constantly swimming, making already difficult vision that much harder. He had already nearly tripped twice, his feet hurting from the collisions with the roots.

Suddenly he felt pain throughout most of his body as he hit something. He’d run right into a tree that he couldn’t even see, and hit the ground hard. The waves hit harder, and he couldn’t coordinate his muscles to rise up or even crawl. He could only lay there whimpering as the Beheeyem got closer and closer...his mind was going screwy, he could swear he could feel his brain simply unraveling, everything melding together in a sensory cacophony that was threatening to erase his consciousness as he knew it. And he could do nothing about it, he couldn’t fight it, even trying to hold himself together was proving a losing battle as he felt himself start to slip in and out of sensibility…

And then, suddenly, the onslaught ceased. His brain wrapped itself back together somewhat, far from completely but enough that the outside world made sense again. Slowly he turned his head...he could see the Beheeyem, an ethereal smoke rising from a limb, between a pair of feathery legs that stood protectively in front of him. He heard a familiar voice, one tinged with an unfamiliar edge. “Leave.”

Sniper. His Decidueye. His goddamn savior.

The Beheeyem didn’t react visibly, but Farin felt his head start to thrum again...not as strongly, not with Sniper blocking access to him, even if it was psychic waves the Pokémon was taking them for him, absorbing them so they couldn’t reach Farin. He saw Sniper tense a bit, but Pokémon took attacks like that a lot more resolutely than humans, and the owl didn’t waver in his guardianship.

“Rgh...right, so that didn’t work. Now I have to get rough. Your funeral.” He let an arm sweep across him, sending a sweeping Razor Leaf out at the Beheeyem. Before the foe could shake off that one, he followed up with a Shadow Ball, which impacted directly and sent the Beheeyem wheeling around in the air. It righted itself, but Sniper had another Shadow Ball at the ready. “If I have to curse you, you’re going to find yourself a very unhappy camper. Much like we are right now.”

It was hard to tell if the Beheeyem understood a word of that or not, but it turned and floated away quickly - at the very least, it must have seen what the Shadow Ball could do to it, and decided it didn’t want another. With a relieved sigh, Sniper canceled the attack and turned and knelt in front of Farin. “You okay?”

“I...think so.” Farin slowly sat up, and then took the offered hand to get to unsteady, still sore feet. “My head feels pretty loopy still...shit, that was scary. I didn’t think just whizzing would be a life-threatening experience.”

“It really shouldn’t have been. I’m kicking myself that I didn’t realize you weren’t coming back soon enough, I might have been able to keep you from having to endure that.”

“Hey, you showed up at the right time. Can you, uh, help me walk back to camp?”

Sniper nodded. “No problem at all.”

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The walk back to camp was significantly less chaotic and frantic than the escape, but Farin was hardly any steadier on his feet. It was lucky that Sniper was there to help him, because he would have fallen far more without the Decidueye’s help. His vision was still blurry, and an annoying type of blurry that faded and then returned just as strong as before. He was trying to talk to Sniper, but sometimes his words would descend into a jumbled mishmash...though, that at least seemed to be gone by the time they made it back to the fire.

“Mmm...that light feels so good.” Farin sighed as Sniper helped him sit down, still keeping an arm around him. “Thanks, Sniper...sorry if I pushed you around a bit.”

“It’s no problem, you don’t push me around like Pokémon do. You’re small, too.”

“Ugh, like I need a reminder…” groaned Farin. It was a tiny bit embarrassing that he had to look UP at Sniper, even if the Decidueye was a tall one for his kind and the difference was only a couple inches. It wasn’t like he needed to be big, but sometimes he felt kind of useless, he wasn’t especially strong or athletic to make up for it either. It gave him the feeling of being looked down on, even though he didn’t know if that was real or imagined. “I guess at least it should benefit someone, though.”

“Hey, even a Charmander can take down a Garchomp with the right training.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t have the right training. But thanks, anyway...I know I have to live with it, I need to not let it bug me so much.” He leaned against Sniper. “I guess it really doesn’t matter that much, even if I think it does...it’s not like being two feet taller and a hundred pounds heavier would have protected me from that Beheeyem.”

Sniper nodded. “Yeah, true. But humans aren’t meant to go up against Pokémon, anyway. We’re built for different purposes.”

“Yeah, I know...that means I need to rely on you. I’m glad you’re that reliable, though, you never let me down.”

“Hey, it’s common knowledge that our kind are the most reliable Pokémon there are. Heck, humans even have a saying about it!”

“They do? Uh...you’re gonna have to remind me, I think my brain’s still too fuzzy to come up with it.”

Sniper grinned. “Of course. ‘Owl always be there for you.’”

It took a couple seconds for Farin to process that, but when he finally did he swiped at Sniper, the Decidueye going briefly intangible there to make sure he hit nothing but air. “That was absolutely TERRIBLE and you should feel bad!”

“And yet I don’t!” cackled Sniper. “C’mon, you gotta admit that was original!”

“Yeah, an original sin. I should’ve known you were laying one up like that! You and your weird sense of humor...ah, who am I kidding, that’s just one of the reasons I love you.”

Those words hung in the air briefly, throwing Sniper for a loop. “What?”

“What? Did I go blathermouth again?”

“You...just said you love me.”

Farin blinked a few times. “Wait...I did?”

“Heard it loud and clear, buddy. You sure you’re feeling all right? That Beheeyem didn’t knock any screws loose in you?”

“I think there’s several. But...huh. That...that wasn’t something that that thing put in. I’d know if that was true.”

Sniper cocked his head. “So...you’re saying you actually do love me?”

“Yeah...I think I do.”

“...That has to be the weirdest confession of love I’ve ever imagined. Are you SURE you’re all right?”

“I think…” Farin rubbed his addled head. “I think a lot of things that I didn’t really know or realize are all floating around freely right now, and my tongue just kinda rolls them off without me noticing. But yeah, uh...I’m feeling all sorts of weird things I didn’t realize. And yeah, I...I feel something for you, which I never...totally realized before. I guess I must have known on some level, but not really clearly…”

“Huh. I wouldn’t have pegged you for that...not that I have a problem with it, of course.”

“You don’t?”

“Of course not. How could I mind that you’re that close to me? If anything I’m flattered. I didn’t think I was that particular kind of attractive to anyone.”

“Why wouldn’t you be? You’re handsome, strong, noble, sexy…” Farin flushed a bit as he realized he was voicing what should have been inner thoughts again. Of course, there was no way Sniper had missed that last one.

“Sexy, am I? Well, you’re doing a good job making me feel that way.”

“I could do a better job.”

Sniper blinked - Farin really must have been out of control of his tongue, he wasn’t the snappy responder normally. But, if that was how he felt… “You’re welcome to try.”

Well, Farin had gotten himself into this...but he was strangely not as embarrassed about it as he should have been, at least in his eyes. Something about the way his brain had been worked over had really done a number on his inhibitions - he NEVER would have suggested sex with Sniper were he normal. But here he was, sliding himself somewhat clumsily down to between the owl’s legs, about to try to pleasure him as worry-free as if he’d been a cockslut for a decade. The fact that he was a virgin and only knew about how to do things from reading some saucy stuff online didn’t even enter the picture.

It took a bit of fumbling for him to find Sniper’s genital slit, hidden beneath the downy feathers. He accidentally slipped a finger in before he realized he’d hit paydirt, but the quiet coo from Sniper made it a worthwhile accident. He parted it a bit, taking a deep sniff of the area...it was such a pleasant smell, herbal and sweet, with a very odd lightness and coolness to it, not like cold air but like a chill down his spine. Bizarre, but enticing...before he even realized it, he was licking at it, slurping up a wetness that was delightfully flavorful. Oh, this was easily the best thing he’d ever tasted, and what parts of his mind were questioning his behavior were rapidly becoming assuaged by it.

“Ooh, wow...that’s really good…” Sniper was certainly surprised at how eagerly he was going at it, not that he blamed him. But the Decidueye had some tricks up his own sleeve as well...suddenly he was licking at air, though he could smell his prize close by. He pushed deeper, face going into the feathers...no, not just the feathers, into Sniper’s body, his tongue lashing far deeper into that slit, tickling the stirring cock at its deepest depth. Selective solidity, a natural trait of Ghost-types, making part or all of their body solid or non-solid...this was definitely not something he would have thought of as a use for it, but then again, he wasn’t the ghost.

Soon he could feel Sniper’s cock start to push against his tongue, and he was backing away a bit, letting it escape its confines and stretch out into the open. He paused his ministrations to admire it - a solid, sticky spire, longer and thicker than he would have expected, a cross-arrow-like head that thinned out underneath and then tapered thicker to the base. Blatantly inhuman, oddly appealing. He quickly went for it, licking up and down the surface to drink in that sweetness, before opening wide and pushing down on it, letting it sink into his mouth and slurping over the head, tickling in the grooves of that cross.

“Fuuuck...I’d ask if you were really a virgin, but I’ve known you long enough...did that guy put some cocksucking skills on your brain?” Farin blushed at the unexpectedly lewd comment from Sniper. His feathery friend seemed so straightlaced most of the time...or was he just acting that way because Farin didn’t have any naughty streak about him before? Maybe this would bring out a different side of Sniper as well...the human could feel his own erection throbbing between his legs as he started to push down further on that thick tool, forcing the head to penetrate his throat. Weirdly, he didn’t even slightly gag...it slid it without a hint of resistance, letting him go deeper. As he started to bob back and forth, he could feel the points of the head rubbing firmly against his throat, fighting removal and feeling weirdly thrilling.

A shiver ran down Farin’s spine as he felt Sniper’s hand press onto the back of his head. Not hard, he wasn’t pushing Farin, but it felt like an impulse that had meaning to it, a meld of encouragement and command. Still, it was of his own volition that he pushed further down, letting the owl’s shaft pierce deeper and deeper, slurps and moans getting louder as he relished the delightful taste. Sticky precum was firing out here and there, but the way Sniper’s head was shaped allowed some of it to trickle down, allowing his tongue to lap up the stronger and sweeter flavor of his essence. Everything just made him want more...but he ran out of more in one regard, as his face met feathers and a berry-scented slit. All the way in, and it was amazing to him that it didn’t feel at all like a strain, he could feel it but somehow didn’t feel stretched.

He started to bob more quickly, doing his best to give his Decidueye a fantastic time, feeling his heartbeat pick up a notch. And another jump came when he felt something jerk and twitch within his cock, something that felt warm and cold at the same time, creating a fierce tingle inside that amped up his arousal quite hurriedly. It had to be one of Sniper’s tricks, no way he would have let someone sneak up on them...it came on hard when he was already so wound up, he already knew he wasn’t going to last long, so he tried to rush things on his end, too. He slurped and bobbed as fiercely as he could, pulling up almost to the point where the head came out and then pushing back down to the base, rubbing his tongue back and forth as he did to add to the pleasure.

“Ahn...Farin...I’m…” The warning came pretty quickly, but Farin was still caught off-guard, he didn’t really feel the oncoming climax until it already happened. Suddenly he felt a gush of thick, sticky syrup into his throat, followed by another almost immediately after that rapidly started to back up. He tried to swallow it down as fast as he could, but it still leaked down onto his tongue...he almost gasped as the taste registered, sugary and sweet and fruity and fluffy, like the most lavish dessert he could ever imagine. His bobbing was slowing, but he was working the Pokémon hard, making sure he swallowed enough to keep up but letting more of that fantastic spunk grace his tongue...and then he shook, hard, as his own cock fired off, splattering onto the grass between Sniper’s legs, easily the hardest and most long-lasting orgasm he’d ever felt, as well as the most prolific, shot after shot painting the grass beneath them, refusing to let him catch up to the euphoria and keeping him at maximum intensity for what felt like a forever. It just kept going, just as long as Sniper’s, leaving him so unbelievably satisfied once he finally came down from it. Masturbation had NEVER had that much impact...

It was only slowly that he pulled off of the Decidueye’s spire, and even when he did he spent a couple minutes licking up what of the bird’s cum had leaked out from his mouth and onto his groin. Finally sated, he looked up at Sniper, who had a mildly glazed look and a fair bit of panting coming from him. “That was...impressive, I have to say.”

“Ah...thanks…” Farin flushed a bit. “I really loved that...you were so tasty, I could hardly stand it. And...that was a lot easier than I thought it would be…”

“Heh...advantage of being a Ghost-type, I guess. We don’t stretch people out so much as just...impose on the space. Means you don’t have to worry about difficulty breathing or getting overstretched...it just feels really good, or so I hear it claimed.”

“Wow, that’s cool...I never knew that. You never talked about anything sexual before.”

“I never knew if you wanted to hear anything about it. The only hint I had that you had any interest was your scent after you masturbated…” Farin blushed deeper, he hadn’t known that Sniper had noticed that, he’d been trying to keep it private...well, there wasn’t a lot of privacy between them, at least, so it was probably inevitable. “Guess neither of us has to be very shy now, eh?”

“Yeah...guess not. So, if it’s not really gonna stretch me, then I don’t suppose it would be too much trouble on a virgin rear like mine?”

“If you keep this up, I’m gonna have to thank that Beheeyem rather than make him into a shadow pincushion like I wanted to.” Sniper shifted a bit more upright, crooking his legs a bit. “How about we try it like this? You kinda riding me, though I won’t make you do all the work.”

Farin could hardly hustle fast enough into the owl’s lap. His unsteadiness had mostly gone away, and the loopiness in his brain was starting to ebb away, but the feelings of love and lust weren’t diminishing at all...if anything, they were even stronger. With Sniper’s arms around him and his legs against his lower back giving him support, he shifted a bit to get the tip of that Pokémon tool against his pucker. What a difference, going from never even thinking about this to being unable to wait another second...he had no reservations, though, and confidence that he had nothing to worry about from the penetration. It was that confidence that led him to make a snap decision, and give Sniper a bit of a shock when he dropped himself all the way down onto the Decidueye’s dick in one fell swoop.

“Holy-! Arceus, Farin…” Sniper’s voice was a bit shaky with ecstasy, the sudden rush had clearly affected him quite a bit. Farin had been too, though he wasn’t quite able to vocalize it with words, just a long, low moan...just like with his throat, his rear barely felt stretched at all, but he could feel the entire presence of that thickness within him nonetheless, almost like it was phased inside him rather than just thrust in. But, as he explored with a finger around his rear...yes, his hole was indeed stretched all the way around that cock, it just didn’t feel like it was. Oh, it felt so good, he could feel the points spread out inside him, the warm yet eerily cool fluid dribbling within him...and this was just the start!

He had to shift a bit to find the right position, but eventually he found a bit of leverage, his hands placed on Sniper’s feathery chest as he slowly started to rise and fall on the owl. True to his word, Sniper wasn’t just sitting there, he was bucking into Farin and making sure he didn’t have to come all the way down to feel that staff hilt him. The movement of the cock was definitely a step up from just its mere presence, working him in and out and rubbing against him more forcefully. He could feel the head spearing his prostate, making him cry out a bit louder and squirt pre onto Sniper, bliss coursing through him and making him have to slow a bit whenever it hit. “Gods...Sniper, you feel...s-so, so good…”

“Likew-wise,” Sniper breathed out; his chest was heaving under Farin’s hands, the human could swear he could feel the Decidueye’s heartbeat slamming within. Almost as hard and fast as his own, their pleasure was really coming in tandem. He was starting to thrust in harder, starting to go a bit faster than Farin could manage, and they fell into an asynchronous rhythm, the ins and outs and ups and downs coming unpredictably. It meant he never knew when that cock would smack his hot button, making him squeal out a bit when it did and sent a sudden jolt through him. Even though he’d cum just a few minutes prior, he was almost as hard as ever, fighting to keep from releasing too quickly so he could enjoy that carnal delight as long as possible.

Not every part of him had the same stamina, though, and his arms started to wobble under him as he struggled to maintain his pace. Before he could lose it, Sniper pitched forward a bit and wrapped his arms around him, and took over most of the bucking, hips slamming into the human’s rear as he held on tight. Farin was panting and shaking, feeling himself getting tired but so close to that pinnacle, needing just a little bit more. He was trying to clench down, it was a bit tough not really feeling the pressure the way it was actually occurring, but he was doing what he could to tighten down and provide just a little more contact to drive him over…

What he didn’t expect was for Sniper to finish it in much more spectacular fashion. The owl’s hand suddenly phased into his body, and he felt something stroke his prostate DIRECTLY, a quick rub that was like a firework exploding inside him. He cried out louder than ever as he came, soaking Sniper’s feathers with another prolific round of emissions and clamping down much more automatically around the Decidueye’s pole. Only a few seconds of that and he felt it, the warm-cold Pokémon cum pulsing inside him, the stick fluid quickly filling space inside him and making him feel a somewhat more noticeable stretch. Not a bad one, though, rather the opposite, he moaned as he felt the thick seed gather within, spreading around his passage and amping up the unusual sensations. It helped to prolong his own climax a bit longer, though it still fell off more quickly than the first time, as his body had much less built up for the event.

Eventually Sniper stopped moving and laid back, still holding Farin close; the human was only moaning quietly now, complacent in his arms and the feel of his body. “Oh...Sniper...that was wonderful…”

“Mm, without question.” Sniper stroked him a bit, sighing in tranquility. “We’re gonna have to do this more often, aren’t we?”

“Yeah...a lot more often. Thanks...I wish I’d known about this before.”

“It’s fine, you know now. Even if you hadn’t found out tonight, you would have realized it sometime. And then somehow it would have come out from there.”

Farin nodded tiredly. “Yeah, you’re probably right. I hope I’m not gonna be too much for you, though, I don’t know how much you really, uh, crave sex like this…”

Sniper chuckled quietly. “Well, you know what they say…‘Owl be ready for anything.’”

Somehow an amused snort managed to escape Farin. “You and your stupid puns.”

“You know you love them.”

“Yeah...you’re right. And you, too.”

“Yeah...I love you too, Farin.” A warmth at hearing those words back to him filled Farin as he drifted off into a peaceful sleep.