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It was a human, tall and burly clad in fashionably expensive but clearly functional denim and leather street clothes designed for intimidation value but not hindering mobility when it came to dishing out damage. Behind him was a shorter, but still tall, bipedal Pokémon wearing some sort of martial arts robe that only came to a ragged hem at its knees. Red gloves covered its hands, or paws, and it gave me a scowl that said it was eager for violence. Ebonflame stood where I had been standing before being bowled off my feet, her fur bushed and already spilling black mist.

“No cameras here, fag." A sneering voice said behind me and I turned slightly to see Nicholas Armadore, with two more burly goons at his shoulders. Only one of that pair had a Pokémon; a rather small looking simian with fire atop its head instead of hair.

I scoffed and straightened from my kneel to brush off the knees of my jeans. “They didn't even hold you a whole day." I shook my head. “You must suck cock even better than I do, Nikky boy." I goaded, waggling a simpering hand at him with fluttering fingers. “How many of those unis did you blow before they let you go? Or did you just bend over and let them at you like daddy dearest?" I saw Nicholas' face darken from pink to red to an apoplectic purple. “Oh, what, no trap gun today? Just the six of you for li'l ol' me?" I rested my fingertips against my chest as if flattered.

Inside I was fucking terrified. I had sparred against as many as four opponents, but none of them had been intent on causing true injury or, in this case, potentially even death. And I had never sparred Pokémon because their innate special abilities outstripped the simplicity of human foot and fist. The bipedal one was obviously a melee type but the simian with the burning mop of head fur was probably ranged and I was far from fireproof.

Nicholas just waved a hand toward me, releasing his goons, and crossed his arms to watch. Well, no way in hell I was going to let him off that easily. I launched myself forward, diving into a roll that passed right between the two goons that had been flanking him. I was back onto my feet before Nicholas had even unfolded his arms or the two goons had turned with exclamations of surprise.

My first strike hammered into Nicholas' gut, drew back, and aimed lower, plowing into his unprotected crotch before either of his goons could react. He let out a grunt and then a soft, breathless squeal as the hands he had been balling into fists instead flexed open and dove for his brutalized crotch. I straightened and brought my arm back, thrusting my elbow forward and up even as Nicholas keeled forward. Elbow met chin with a loud crunch and lurched him back upright so abruptly his toes left the ground momentarily before he continued over backward.

Even if the blow had not knocked him unconscious, he was out of the fight. I spun quickly to plant a foot into the leading leg of a goon but all the man did was stagger and miss his intended grapple. Shadow sizzled past us and I heard a startled simian shriek but I left whatever Ebonflame was doing up to her. Flame whooshed and sap wet wood exploded somewhere but it was not near me so I continued my assault.

As the first goon lurched past, unable to catch me in his outstretched arms I backpedaled slightly, keeping my distance from the second goon, and dropped the back of my elbow down upon the exposed nape of the first goon's neck. His stumble became a sprawl and the only thing there to catch his fall was his own face when it plowed into the gravel and dirt of the trail. I hopped back and ducked a vicious jab from the second goon, quickly sidling around the fallen form of the first and forcing the second to step around him.

Or over him, instead. The second goon used his buddy as a footstool to launch himself toward me, eliciting an angry, pained grunt from the fallen one. I ducked another lightning-fast jab and lurched back to swat a follow up left hook across myself, accelerating its swing rather than blocking it and putting the second goon out of position, preventing another jab from his stronger arm. He was quick enough to block my own return jab though there was no power and little finesse in it. Ring blocking, the kind boxers used, but not exhaustively trained, rather than the more controlled martial block I had been trained to use; exhaustively.

The crunch of gravel told me that the goon who had waylaid me had closed and I ducked into a quick flat spin, striking out for the man's legs. He had not gotten quite close enough and my sweep met nothing so I yanked my leg in, using the change of momentum to accelerate my spin into a roll, dodging out from between them and over several eggs that had survived their spill from the bag and carton.

But not the weight of my body crashing over them.

I felt the sticky wetness soaking into the back of my shirt as I stood to face off with the pair. In my peripheral vision a fog of darkness was flitting among the trees while the red-gloved bipedal Pokémon lashed out with lightning-fast fists trying to connect. All they did was swirl shadowy mist as it tried to track the core of that dark form. I was not able to at all, but I had other distractions.

“Four of you came, two of you are down." I cautioned as I faced the two goons who had produced some sort of metallic guard that slipped over their fingers and accentuated their knuckles, probably sufficient enough to give an earth aspect pause if they connected. “And it's been twenty seconds, fellas. You want to keep with this dance or find a bar?"

They clearly wanted to dance, giving each other a brief glance to verify they wouldn't be dancing alone, and both came at me at once. I charged forward and they naturally parted to flank me so I simply repeated my earlier maneuver; I dove into a roll between them. I felt a wild kick graze my calf as I tumbled through but hardly enough to slow my roll. Coming to my feet I spun and released the handful of trail dirt I had grabbed at them. One brought a hand up to shield his eyes and the other merely ducked his head slightly. Neither of them fell for the trick.

The one with his head down and eyes momentarily closed to not be blinded by the thrown sand trick did fall for something, however, as I dove into another roll and swung a leg out wide. My sweeping kick caught the side of his leading leg at the knee, buckling it with a wet, meaty pop that sent a shock of pain up my own shin. He let out a bellow and collapsed sideways, arms dropping toward his leg. I continued my roll, once more putting a hampered foe between myself and a fully functional one.

I tested my weight on the hurt leg as I squared up at the last man standing. It hurt like the blazes but it held so I merely grinned and beckoned at him. “That was twenty-five seconds." I taunted with a grin. “You can leave the dance floor any time you like." I swept one hand toward Armadore, who had not risen from where he had sprawled, eyes staring up at the trees. The first goon I had downed was sitting up, hands over his face while blood poured from between them. His tearing eyes locked onto mine with a mix of fury and fear.

Heat blasted past, missing my shoulder and face to plow into the earth between me and the last man in a whuff of fire. Molten splashes scattered across the forest floor but guttered out before catching any of the leaves on fire. I spun and looked up to see the flame-coifed simian clinging to a tree trunk thirty or so feet overhead drawing back one gangly hand to produce another ball of flame.

Before it could throw the projectile, I surged toward my last human opponent, using the shoulder of the one between us as a platform to launch myself. The man let out an agonized grunt as he was sent toppling by my weight but I had accounted for the unstable platform. The last goon retreated and turned to keep his defenses toward me but I was more interested in turning him into a shield than another punching bag. The simian had to let its fireball gutter away and reposition as I danced just out of reach of the last goon to keep him between me and the fireball launcher.

The last man showed no interest in bringing the fight to me, merely turning in place and keeping his hands up in a pugilist's block. That also blocked a lot of his vision, all of which was centered on my face rather than my shoulders or torso. He was used to far easier prey, probably just flexing to intimidate rather than actually putting his knuckles, even girded in metal as they were, to work. “You know, big guy, at some point that monkey is going to get frustrated and just start lobbing, whether you're in the way or not." I said conversationally through my panting breaths as I kept my focus on the simian, and the goon I was keeping between us.

“No, he won't. Firepunch is mine, he won't do something that reckless." The goon growled, but did not advance. He knew his odds of getting past my offensive defense alone was only a quarter that of four men together, even if one merely stood back and watched.

“Okay, then. Why don't you and, uhm, Firepunch there just take a step back and let me and mine go, so you don't have to test that, yeah?"

“Sorry, little boy, but the boss wants you down, you're going down." The man said, but he did not advance. Instead, he just surveyed the carnage - Armadore not moving, his partners groaning with different degrees of injury - and left himself wide open. Both arms still up in a pugilist's defense, leaving is entire torso exposed. I caught his eye between his upraised forearms and saw in them he knew exactly what he was doing; covering his own ass. I heard a furious simian wail from the trees and hastily sidestepped, trying to put the human between me and his Pokémon. As I scanned the trees from the corner of my focus on the man I saw black streamers lance among the tree branches, sending the fire-headed simian scrambling as spears of darkness slammed into the wood nearby each time it paused to try summoning a fireball. My full focus returned to my final opponent who was still on guard, ready to answer whatever I did as best he could.

I launched in and he stepped forward with a clearly telegraphed high right hook that never would've landed even if I'd just stood where I was. Coming in low I plowed a punch into his gut, a second into the center of his solar plexus earning a breathless grunt, two more into either side of his rib cage. I heard a rib pop in a softer repetition of the other guy's knee and the man let out an agonized wheeze. He toppled forward onto his knees, catching himself with both hands as he tried not to void his last meal into the dirt. As I came to stand to one side and look down I saw him shakily close one hand into a fist, thumb sticking up.

I had to chuckle; Armadore would never have let him run from an unwinnable fight, so he chose not to win it. But I had not let him off so easily it would look like he threw the match. I knelt down, grabbed his hair, and dragged his head up to face me. “Phone." I held out my free hand. Wheezing, he hunched forward to dig into a pocket of his pants. “You got daddy's number?" The man nodded jerkily. “Call him, put it on video."

The phone rang until it went to voicemail so the goon hung up and re-dialed. It rang three times before it was answered. “Yeah?" A gruff older voice answered, “Bron? Where's Nicholas?" I turned the phone so that the camera panned across the clearing. Three men sprawled but moving in clear pain, a fourth sprawled out and not moving but still breathing, and a black shadow dancing among the trees harrying another form too distant to see.

Standing, I stalked over to point the phone down at the unconscious Armadore scion. “I suggest a truce, mister Armadore. Call off your son's ego before it drags you off your pedestal." I turned the phone around to glare down into it. “Your kid tried to assault me in a bar, he lost, but I paid the price. Your kid caught me in an alley and tried to assault me again, he lost. Again. And he tried to use a fucking digital trap on me! The fact he appeared a third time not a day later tells me you own the police, so let's just keep them out of this, okay?" The older, distinguished version of Nicholas scowling out of the phone screen at me said nothing.

“As you saw, he came at me this time with his pet goons and their Pokémon." I saw, in the reflection of my face on the phone screen, a shadow beginning to loom up over me like the extended wings of an angry bird of prey. Armador's eyes widened slightly, and one eyebrow went up. “They lost." I turned the phone to pan it across the results once more before coming back to my scowling visage. “They'll live, this time. Call off your kid, because there will be no fourth extension of mercy." I hit the end call button before he could reply and dropped the phone down beside the last man who had stood. Ebonflame silently padded up to my side, panting softly and grinning like a fiend.

“You didn't hurt them, did you?" I asked as I turned back the way we had come, everything I had purchased had been thoroughly ruined by being dumped and then caught in the middle of the subsequent whirlwind of kicking feet and rolling bodies. Ebonflame scoffed and shook her head. After a moment she shook her entire body, the heavy ruff of fur along her shoulders waggling side to side as the upraised fur began to settle. I grinned down at her. “But you wanted to, hmm?"

She turned her head to look up at me, umber eyes shifting momentarily yellow, then orange. I had no idea what those colors conveyed. She shook her head again and I cocked an eyebrow down at her. “You didn't want to hurt them? They would've hurt you, or me. They wanted to." Her head bobbed and her ears splayed sideward for a moment before pricking. She lacked the ability to convey her sentiment and it frustrated her. I reached down to stroke her ears and neck. “It's okay, my lass. I'll deal with the humans, you keep their bonded occupied, and it'll be just fine, okay?" She bobbed her head and flashed me a toothy grin.

I just chuckled, then laughed. I had not been in so many fights in such a short period of time ever before, outside of tournaments in my teens and early twenties. That's where I had met Paul, getting my ass clobbered by him in two matches out of three in our first tournament. By the fifth time we met at a tournament we were dead even, among the district champion ranks. He had lived across the city at the time but we still managed to figure out dating even during our school years. We both attended the same architecture college far across the kingdom and our relationship grew. So far from associations and family who forced us to keep our desires closeted we became ourselves.

We continued to fight, now as a team, earning district champion trophies twice and coming in a close second for the Kingdom's Crown trophy. And we fought on the street, as well, in bars or in alleyway brawls when the local gay haters thought they could pick on easy prey. But never, in those years, had I fought three such brawls in a week. Heck, not even two brawls with the same instigators. They learned their lessons during the first dance.

Nicholas Armadore's ego had no such ability to learn, it seemed.

So those guys in the park, while initially daunting, were little more than a warm up. They hadn't come with any real weapons and Armadore had not been conscious long enough to use any he might have had.

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“We've another contact, sir." The suited man nodded as he listened to the call, watching the navigation screen in front of the driver swiftly zooming out, panning, and focusing in again before abruptly out once more as a route was painted upon it. “Six miles from your current position. High intensity, rapid fluctuation, but still within previous levels."

“And the response teams?" His driver was already slewing the hover vehicle up and out into a faster traffic pattern. He was shifted slightly in his seat, briefly leaning against the broad head of his large golden Pokémon before the vehicle righted and shot along faster even than the other vehicles in the pattern.

“Seven minutes for the nearest, it's a vehicle prohibited area so they'll have to go in by foot. Only one will be able to arrive on scene any more quickly as they can ride their partner."

“No, have them remain with their team. We do not want anyone making contact without their backup. Any fliers can recon and, if the target is identified, follow them but do not attempt contact."

“Affirmative, sir. Best possible time for team three to arrive at the location is seventeen minutes. Teams two and four about thirty and seventy minutes, respectively."

“Team four is nearing end of shift, have them stand down. When team one is active have them stand by for orders but remain at the rally point. Where is five?"

“North end of the park emplacing portable scanners, about two hours to arrive if they pull out now. They've emplaced the east and southern sectors already and should have the north and west completed within the next five hours if they remain on schedule."

“Keep them on task. Advise team two I should be at the nearest access point within fifteen minutes and we'll approach together."

“Copy, sir." The suited man let the call drop as he let his fingers, hands, and most of his forearm disappear into the deep mane of his leonine companion. The net was closing.

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The teller at the greengrocer's stand gave me a curious look when I returned to purchase the same items I had purchased earlier, reading the receipt I dug out of a pocket. I was truly a sight; sweaty, covered in dirt and mud, brilliant yellow egg yolk and crusting white covering half of my back. She said nothing, however, merely bagging the new order and turning to the next customer.

The Pulki vendor was a bit less reserved when I returned, his jaw hanging open at the sight of me. “Oh, by the many stars, what happened to you?" He gasped from behind his stall.

“Attempted mugging." I answered with a shrug, setting the bag down in a clear spot on the countertop. “They didn't get anything, but ended up destroying everything in the dustup."

“Damn, are you okay?" He looked at my hand, noticing the reddened, scraped knuckles.

I laughed, both rueful and a little dark as Ebonflame circled around to make the acquaintance of the nearsighted mole-like Pokémon of the vendor. “Me? I'm fine." I grinned and looked at my knuckles, splaying and fisting my hand a few times. “Them, not so much."

“Kicked their ass?" His eyebrows shot up as he quickly went about refilling my earlier purchase of grubs.

“Oh, and how." I laughed.

“Same thing happened yesterday, down near the bars. Mugging gone bad, tho. Vic ended up in a bad way, I heard." He slid the box into the bag with my other purchases and waved a hand when I pulled out my wallet, eschewing a second fee. The grubs were not at all expensive, cheaper than the eggs, but I did not argue his largesse.

“I'm fine. That guy ended up snoring when a bouncer's Snorlax nailed him."

The man blinked in surprise. “That was you, too?"

I nodded. “Yeah, and the same guy from the alley came after me today, for vengeance. It didn't go well for him." We both paused as we spied a group of men hustling through the market, none of them wearing the same style of clothing from casual to business but all moving with purpose. All of them had Pokémon weaving through the crowds at the periphery of the group. One of them was sitting astride a powerfully built Galarian Rapidash. In their train was a tall, statuesque looking man in an expensive suit I immediately pegged as 'eye candy' for the older set with a massive golden lion at his side. None of them so much as looked away from their course and were soon out of sight, disappearing toward the forest that bordered different districts of the park.

The vendor's eyes met mine at the same moment when we drew our gazes away from the squad. “I think you might want to take a different path home." The vendor suggested, deadpan.

I did.

It took three times as long to travel a more circuitous route, made moreso by the grandstands rapidly taking shape in one of the performance districts. I paused to read the building and zoning permits on the board outside the safety fence. It took me some time but then I finally noticed it, written in tiny, crabbed text in a tiny corner of the huge wall of permit information where the applicant would be identified: 'Spontaneous'. That explained the sudden nature of the construction. The performance group 'spontaneous' was just that, popping up unheralded to put on shows with no forewarning and no ticket sales. The shows were always free, often eclectic, to enter and the chaos was always epic.

The sun was well below the horizon by the time I slogged to my apartment and got the door locked behind us. I dumped the bag on the counter stripped out of my sticky t-shirt, casting it on the floor where I would recover it after putting away the groceries. Ebonflame sprawled on the cool faux hardwood and let out a whuffling sigh.

“Yeah, that was quite the evening, lass." I admitted as I put away the eggs and Pulki. The non-perishables I would deal with later. “I'm for a bath, you?" She shook her head and just enjoyed the coolness of the floor. I imagined her paws had to be aching as much as my feet. Scooping up the shucked shirt I made my way across the apartment shedding pieces of clothing as I went. I left a trail of dried mud across the floor as it flaked off my clothes but, like the groceries, I would deal with that later.

The shower felt delightful on my weary, strained muscles and I let the heat of it melt away the aches of unprepared exertion. Out of the entire conflict I came way with nothing more than reddened knuckles, skinned knees, and a bruise on the back of my shoulder from rolling over some hard object, root or rock I did not remember. I washed after a few minutes and wandered back out into the main room after drying my hair. I left it tousled with no more concern for its looks than my own nakedness and gave Ebonflame a nuzzle between her ears while she sprawled on the sofa. She lifted her head to change that to some awkward muzzle to lips kiss that had her long, nimble tongue invading my mouth for several long seconds before I broke away to prepare dinner.

It was late by the time we finished and it appeared Ebonflame was not interested in relaxing in front of the holo, she had disappeared into the bedroom while I cleaned up the kitchen. I followed soon after and found her relaxing on the bed, her tail sweeping back and forth behind her as I entered. When I turned for the light switch she gave a short, sharp gekkr that made me pause. When I looked over she shook her head and whuffled a short, gusty series of vulpine noises that was unmistakable.

She was laughing. Or, it seemed, more like giggling, her tail lashing like a serpent that had become trapped at the base of her spine. Still giggling, or laughing, she motioned toward the bed with her muzzle, inviting me over. Bemused, I returned to the bed and stretched out, the lithe black furred vulpine-like Pokémon shifting quickly to one side. When I laid out on my side as I customarily did she nudged my shoulder with her cold nose. I didn't immediately move so she nudged again, snickering in that strange, raspy fox voice as I was pushed over onto my back.

Ebonflame moved down to the foot of my bed and stepped between my legs which I quickly splayed wider for her as she daintily brought all four paws between them. Stepping up with a toothy, leering predator grin she held my gaze with her cobalt blue eyes. Not breaking eye contact she lowered her muzzle until she could drag the cool caress of her nose up the inside of my thigh, between leg and balls, and let out a slow, hot breath. I sighed and my flaccid maleness twitched, lengthening slightly as it realized that attention would soon be coming.

And it did. After a few snuffles of my recently bath-muted musk she dragged her tongue upward across my balls and along the underside of my rapidly awakening manhood. It curled dexterously around my tip and I watched, rapt, as she drew my length upward. Her tongue curled around it, drawing my cock up fully vertical before letting it slide between those stout, flesh shredding fangs.

The feel of that rigid bracket slowly descending upon my length, the rippling heat of her tongue along the underside and warm wash of her breath around it made me groan softly and reach down to stroke the fur between her tall vulpine ears. I saw the shadow of her tail sweeping slowly behind her as she growled softly, enjoying what she was doing as much as I was. I'd been with many, many men who enjoyed a dick in their mouth more than any other act of sex and I, myself, was often so inclined, but Ebonflame seemed to take that to an entirely different level.

I was sure as hell not going to complain about that, even if it was a female, and a Pokémon, taking the entirety of my manhood instead of a man, or a human. Heck, humans never could do what she could do, and I never realized just how arousing it was seeing every last inch of me disappear behind that black mask of fur and gleaming ivory prison. She suckled me for several long, languid moments while standing between my legs, not even tuzzling my groin with her forepaws the way she often did, before she changed tactics.

Without raising her muzzle she stepped one paw over my leg, then another, her body pivoting as her tail disappeared to curl beneath herself. I drew my hands down and away as she continued to turn, her muzzle rotating carefully around my girth. Ahhh, I realized, here it comes. She refused my monetary curiosity for a more energetic pleasure that morning, now she's going to let me take it. I fought down my mind's momentary hitch of disturbance that I would shortly be plowing my face into a female's loins, that my tongue would taste for the first time something other than a man's cock.

That it was a Pokémon's diamond shaped sex was of less import to that disquiet than the gender.

Bit by bit Ebonflame turned, carefully stepping one rear leg over my face. Her muzzle had drawn up about half way on my length as she made her rotation but had not relinquished it, nor relented the hot, rippling strokes of her tongue. That now caressed the upper, less sensitive side of my cock and I felt my building release slowly fade as curiosity drew my attention away and upward at the tail tucked between those slim black furred vulpine legs.

Then the tail dragged across my face as it was drawn out from beneath her and I gazed up at the balls I would shortly be dipping my tongue into.

Hey, wait a sec… what?

I blinked. Balls?

Balls!

Twin orbs, one slightly forward of the other, in a fleshy purse of black velvet hovered over my startled eyes. I blinked again. Big balls, at that. I gaped like a landed fish, eyes reflexively roving along her belly. Yes, that would be a sheath, swelled large at its base and thick along the fur of her belly, two inches of dark magenta flesh poking from the furry collar.

I sat up abruptly, spilling Ebonflame forward and her head whipped up from my cock as she was sent staggering across the bed. My cock made a wet slap as it dropped to my stomach before standing again, entirely forgotten.

“Ebon, what? Flame? What the hell?" I yelped as she turned to face me, pricked ears disappearing back into the fur of her head. “You are… you… a twin? Two of…" I stammered to a shocked halt as she shook her head vehemently. “How?" My voice escaped as a squeak and my erection quickly softened as I tried to come to grips with what I had just seen.

Ebonflame's fur puffed and a couple short bursts of black mist spilled forth before fading as she gazed at me with eyes gone a dull shade of yellowed bronze. I watched the mist swirl and fade and my jaw, already hanging, tried to drop even lower. “This morning, the… that… whatever it was? You changed?" Her head nodded slowly, ears still backed, tail once more tucked securely beneath her belly hiding away the shocking discovery.

I pawed a hand down my face, pulling at my lower lip and chin before dropping away and reaching out, tentatively, to trace my finger along her… no, HIS!.. muzzle. She drew back slightly, then acceded to the touch, angling her head into it. “You… you discovered I was gay, that my mate was male… and… you CHANGED? For me?" I did not even know Pokémon could do that, I'd never even heard of them doing that. Ever, not even in the wildest rumors.

Ebonflame nodded against my hand again, her… his, HIS… expression pensive and unsure. Leaning forward I reached out, lightly catching my hands behind the elbows of her forelegs, and drew her into me. No, drew him. It was going to take me some time to wrap my mind around that shock. Drawing… him… close I slipped my arms around and drew him into a fierce, crushing hug. “You… you didn't have to do that, my dear little lass. Er, lad." I said into the fur along the side of her neck. “I was growing to like the female you, was willing to explore you more fully as a female." My voice emerged muffled into her fur, hitching as I choked back the monumental choice she - he - had made. For me.

Leaning back I raised my head to gaze into her eyes which were once more a soft blue green, pupils mere thin vertical lines as she met my gaze. “You can… you can go back, right? Be female again?" Her tapered vulpine head nodded slowly, expression seeming confused as her ears twitched up curiously. “Good, lass… er, lad. Damn, that's going to take getting used to." I laughed brokenly and gave the cool black pad of her nose a kiss. “Not… perhaps not immediately?" I raised an eyebrow and cocked my head as one corner of my mouth curled up in a rakish grin.

“I'd rather wrap my mind around this amazing gift you've given, unasked, by wrapping my lips around the change?" Ebonflame's eyes shimmered and the color deepened to the sapphire of an evening sky as her jaw hung open and she nodded, giving me a lick from chin to nose before dragging her tongue across my lips. As we kissed I let my hands stroke down her sides.. damnit, his sides… caught behind his forelegs and pulled gently.

It took a couple of moments for Ebonflame to catch my intent, breaking our cross-species kiss to step forward over my head. My hands continued down his sides, guiding him as the warm fur of his breast brushed over my face and his rear legs straddled my ribs. Damn but he was tall. I found myself looking up into the hollow of his stomach, the fur of his breast defining a line of longer fur down the center of his stomach that partially concealed the black ridge of fur and flesh he had given himself.

For me.

A glisten of dark pink peeked from the tip of that ridge, his sheath, and the hot stone musk was tinged with warm spice that was unmistakably male. “Ebon, lad, I… well, I know what I'm doing." I said and sensed more than saw his neck turn to look back and down at me beneath him. “Will be doing. But, well, I've never done this with anyone but another human so… give me a bit to familiarize myself." Shifting about I reached up to snag a pillow and drag it down. Ebon stood over me without moving as I folded it and awkwardly shoved it under my neck and shoulders. That brought me up enough to be inches from that glorious, tapered pink tip. I saw a glistening bead of wetness build from the tip which was, like humans, markedly below the dimpled center, so very different and alien than any human.

There was no slit in the head of his cock, and it was not nearly so blunt as a human's, and extremely slender. I could have sworn it was considerably thicker the first time my startled gaze beheld it. His probably shrank the same way mine had, and still was, damp and limp where it lay upon the nest of my groin air. I was quite sure that would change before the night grew longer.

I could see those balls I had spied earlier, large black curves nested in the thick fur of his inner thighs, one slightly before the other. They were large, probably bigger than my own though that could have just been because of the short, dense velvet fur of his sac. I drank in the sight, seeing his sides flex and relax with slow breaths, his stomach drawing up and settling down, the ridge of his sheath following. That glistening bead broke free and fell to spatter upon my breast as I drank in the musk of him, his arousal, with each breath.

Awkwardly I tilted my head up, canting it back slightly as my brow met his gut which tensed up and lifted that gleaming hint of pink before me. I let my tongue quest out, blindly seeking as my vision was obscured by long black fur. I found it on the first try, such was the advantage of years of practice with other non-Pokémon males. The salty, subtly bitter sweetness of his wetness and flesh washed across my tongue as I gave the mere inch or so I had seen a slow, curious lick. Not offensive, no, not at all. Drier in an alkaline way than a human's pre, more watery, with nutty overtones that were answered in the warmth of his musk.

My hands roved his haunches, back, rump as I tilted my head for another lick. Longer, slower, more firm. I felt his new cock twitch against my tongue, tapping my lips as a spurt of warmth jetted into my open mouth. His entire body shuddered, haunches quivering, and a soft growl rumbled from the shadow above my head. “You taste good." I commented warmly, letting my lips caress that tip as I spoke, the flicked at it lightly with my tongue. He huffed a soft, growling gekkr and I saw the shadows dance as his tail lashed.

Sliding my hands back to the deep, lush fur of his backside I pulled gently as I raised my head and let his tip press against the kiss I placed against it. Then a lick, pulling slightly harder, and I let him press beyond my lips, cupping my tongue beneath the slender, hot spear. He let out a sharp, snarling vulpine burr and his entire body shuddered, bucking back against my restraining hands and then forward.

Several inches of slim Ebonflame flavored flesh slid across my tongue and I groaned a heavy sigh of my own. I'd had many cocks in my mouth over the years since Paul's passing, but never had I found one I actually desired to take the pleasure of as I had Paul's. Or, until Ebonflame emerged from that antique trap, had taken me with the same ardent desire. It had just been sex, those. Momentary lust.

This was altogether different.

Ebonflame's haunches pulled back again, pressing against my staying hands, and then drove forward and down with another thrust. The spear of length sliding into my mouth was rapidly thickening as it slid past my lips and over my tongue. I could feel it twitch and throb, pouring swift spurts of thin, watery, slightly astringent vulpe-mon pre over my tongue. Each thrust drove him deeper, parting my jaws further as he thickened. I let out a soft grunt as his weight suddenly fell against my brow and strong paws pressed against the back of my head, blunt claws dragging at the nape of my neck.

And the delightful, long legged black shadow of foxy Pokémon simply… went to town. His body jerked and shuddered, haunches lurching back and plowing forward with rapid, powerful thrusts that drove him fully into my mouth and almost all the way out with each oscillation. His weight pinned my head to the pillow beneath my neck, his forepaws shoving my head back as his long body undulated, treating my face as I had treated his… well, her at the time… taut stretched diamond just this past morning.

I had never let a human hammer me with nearly the same intensity, though I did yield to a good bit of their rutting need. I had set them limits and forced them by hand or touch of teeth to accept these limits. But here, now, with this delightful Pokémon curled over my head and gusting short burring yaps and snarls, I had no reservation. I let him go without using my hands to restrain him, merely clutched at the thick, deep fur of his rump and felt the muscles flex and bunch with each thrust.

The large bulge at the base of his sheath slammed my lips but it was far too large to fit between my teeth. Even with it pressed firmly against my mouth his tip never reached the back of my throat, never came close to the gag reflex I had surgically corrected in my first year of college. Paul could reach my throat, when he or I tried to take his entirety, which is why I had removed the reflex. Ebonflame was shorter than that but, perhaps at his widest, nearly as girthy as Paul had been. Paul, however, had been long but not especially thick, not like I was. He also didn't like the constriction of my throat so seldom got into such a needy rutting of my mouth. That he would save for my ass after using his tongue to lube me up and his fingers to get me fully relaxed. I could take three quarters of him and still breathe, kind of, which was pretty much Ebon's entire length but for that large bulge.

I wasn't sure what that was but knew I would learn soon enough.

I wasn't sure how long Ebon's energetic thrusts continued but it seemed like quite some time while I basked in the sheer eroticism of my face being crushed into fur and muscular, moving flesh. Every breath was musk and every gulp loaded with his copious pre. In time, however, his thrusts slowed but the desperate clutch of his lanky forelegs around my head did not release. He drew back more slowly, halting and hitching, only to slam himself forward until the fur encased bulge would grind against my lips. I could feel the tension in the legs embracing my head, the muscles under the fur filling my hands, and the rich mélange of his ever more redolent masculine spice.

I wonder if this would be his first male orgasm? And did he even know that males could not enjoy a fusillade of them as he could when he was female? That last I figured he would know, having been with me and Greenpatch before me. Did Greenpatch enjoy Ebon's ability to gender shift? Did he ever know she could?

I let out a gusting breath through my nose when I felt Ebon suddenly go still over me, blunt claws digging into the back of my head, forcing me against the bulge grinding against my lips. I felt his cock thicken further, though even that was not excessive for me, and tense within the heat of my mouth. I shoved my tongue upward against the smooth, hot flesh and gave a downward stroke in a rather poor approximation of what her … damnit, his… tongue had done to me several times. His breath wheezed out and then ended with a sharp, snarling burr of a howl.

His cock jerked and heat flooded my mouth, swift and thick and deliciously salty sweet warmth. I gulped eagerly, clutching my fingers into the fur of his rump and stayed him from removing the dispenser of that hungrily sought flavor before it was emptied. Again and again the tension built and broke, filling my mouth half a dozen times, a dozen. Far more than any man ever had, though each offering was similar in quantity. After a dozen… or so, I lost count at twelve… I felt the tension suddenly flee his body and he slumped, his weight crashing down on my face as his forelegs released their death grip on my head.

I held him up as his hindquarters lost their strength and I eased the heated stroking of my thick, powerful human tongue along his fully nested length. When I felt his weight shifting I followed, rolling carefully onto my side as I followed his slumping body until we were both lying upon the bed on our sides. Ebon as stull curled roughly around my head while I nursed him like a pup; his erection had only subsided a little and I was loath to let it escape until the natural tumescence faded.

Little did I know that could take a considerable amount of time and would continue to offer up moments of rich, warm offerings to my worshipful thirst. Silence filled the room but for our panting breaths and the night sounds whispering in through the bedroom window. Which I barely registered in my lust addled mind was still unlocked, though the curtains were drawn.

I nursed gently upon that rigid thickness until I felt it beginning to slim several offerings and long minutes later. I was barely even aware of the passage of time, honestly. It could've been ten minutes or an hour, I didn't care. I felt the bulge shrink and the girth slimming rapidly, drawing from my mouth to retreat back into the furry scabbard that would keep it until I wanted another drink of foxy vulpine. Ebon twisted down to lick the back of my neck, ruffling my hair as he licked the back of my head and brow when I finally drew back from his sheath.

I gave the furry tip a lingering kiss before I did, though. That had been… well, I can't find the word to describe just how arousing it was, my own neglected cock had been standing at attention until well after we'd laid over.

“I would've done that for you, regardless, you know? Even if you had stayed female?" I asked softly after a long, slow, leisurely kiss. Ebon's head nodded jerkily as he panted, tongue lolling, and grinned at me, still dopey eyed from the power of his orgasm. As we basked in the afterglow I saw Ebon's eyes become distant and glassy, sleep swimming up to drag him down before either of us thought about easing my needs.

But my balls weren't aching for release so I let it slip. I would get mine later. I slipped from the bed to kill the lights before returning and curling up atop the bedcovers around my black furred lover.

He would awaken me later, while it was still dark, with warm caresses of his tongue about my groin and cock, both of which were crusty with dried pre. Soon they were damp with his saliva and, after some coaxing, I maneuvered the sleepy Pokémon so I could nuzzle under one upraised leg, find his sheath, and bring him to arousal in time with my own.

I achieved my end long, LONG before he did but I was not complaining at all. With my face buried between his legs, his once more satiated vulpine maleness safely within its scabbard and my own draped across a foxy muzzle, we found our sleep again.

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The suited man was furious. Despite a concrete ping on the event they had arrived too late to close the net. All they found was four injured men and two frightened Pokémon. One of the men they had to treat using healing abilities, his neck injury was too severe to attempt moving him. That was all he bothered with, the men had obviously crossed paths with the subject and gotten themselves mercilessly vanquished.

They did, however, tell him that a human had done all the damage, one their boss - the man with the fractured neck, broken jaw, and shattered teeth - had told them to 'teach them their place', whatever that was. The man's Pokémon had only harassed theirs into retreat without damaging them as it had their boss the day before. They explained the injury the man had suffered to his arm but didn't tell him why the Pokémon had done that then, but not this time. They had not been with him at the time so could offer no witness.

Groceries, apparently purchased by the human, lay scattered about the trail. Eggs, bread, sliced deli meats, and dead grubs were crushed or discarded in the shrubbery, but no receipts. The man had either retrieved them or kept them in his pocket after his purchases.

He left them there in the park, injured but no longer in immediate risk of death, and had his team scour the forest. Their tracker had followed the trail to the market but there it was lost in the crowd. And, to make matters worse, there were no cameras in the open air market. They lacked the resources to access the public security feeds, and drafting subpoenas to elicit warrants to access them would cause more questions than the Executives would want to answer.

They jus wanted this whole thing put to bed, grumbling about the expense it had already incurred. He had argued, respectfully of course, that the resources were being drawn from the primary's account, not the Firm's coffers, so until that was exhausted the expenses were tolerable.

So here he was, alone but for his intimidating feline bond mate, wandering through the open air market, his suit and Pokémon drawing stares. In one hand he carried a crumpled live produce box from which, it appeared, the scattered grubs had been dumped. The remains of one, a noisome looking yellow crust, was still in the box in the form of a boot print. He rather doubted the human had been wearing boots, the injuries and martial arts maneuvers would have required something far lighter on his feet.

The human, it appeared, was more dangerous than the Pokémon.

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I awoke the next morning well past dawn with my world engulfed in warm, satin soft black fur. A prominent ridge rested against my cheek and a leg was stretched over my head so the velvet orbs of Ebonflame's newly acquired, and subsequently emptied twice, balls rested over one eye and my nose. I inhaled a slow breath of sun baked stone and male musk that was somewhat potent in the cup of his furry thigh. Drawing my head back slowly I yawned, scrubbed my crusty face with both hands, and then stretched.

In his arousal, it seemed, Ebon's erection was quite prolific in spurting thin streamers of pre with each throbbing pulse, a good bit of which had gotten on my face during our late night intimacy. It's hard to see a dark cock in a nest of ebony black fur with the lights off, after all. Ebonflame's leg rose as I drew my head back, lowering when I sat up and his head came up to peer at me with waking myopia.

“Good morning, Flame." I said, leaning down to nuzzle between his ears. It was strange, having to correct my thoughts and insert 'his' where, only a day earlier, they had been 'her' ears. He nuzzled into my throat and gekkred a soft good morning greetings before his muzzle split in a truly impressive, and intimidatingly toothy, yawn. “Breakfast?" I asked, and then laughed when his paw reached out and poked my flaccid maleness. “Give me a bit of time to recover, my lad. Last night was truly magnificent, but I do need some time to reload." I leaned over and down, nudging his rear leg aside to give his sheath a long, slow, firm nuzzle. “And would have been, regardless of the gender, but I do truly appreciate this." I nuzzled to the tip, gave it a light, gentle kiss, and stood. “But I'm for a shower, I've got you all over my face." I winked and plucked a bit of black fur from the corner of my mouth. “And then we'll see what the day brings."

Probably more chaos if the last week held true.

As I stood in the shower and let the heat wash away the transitory traces of Ebonflame's pleasure from my face and flesh to clog in the drain screen I grinned stupidly. Ebonflame was male. Had made herself into himself. For me. He was male!

Oh, sure, he was not human but… oh, he was so male. So much power packed in that slim, lithesome frame. Power, and passion. The vet had said that Pokémon tended to get a bit randy during their third evolution, which equated to being a young adult in human years, yet he was over a century old. I had no way of knowing how old, in years or simply maturity, when he - or, rather, she at the time - was held by Greenpatch as mate. He was most certainly 'randy', and had been since being freed from the trap. I had not had my balls emptied so many times in a week since… well, come to think of it, never. Even when Paul and I were at our more lust addled it took is more time to recover for another session than it took the Pokémon sprawled on my bed.

And I was recovering with what seemed like the same degree of teenage hormone laden stamina. I grinned and looked down at my wilted cock hanging over my balls and gave it a scrub with one hand. Already I could sense that it was not quite recovered but willing to give it another go.

I had to pluck a gob of soggy black fur from the shower drain and let the water swirl down before I could rinse my feet and step out, depositing the black mess in the toilet.

Before returning to my room I ambled into my small home office, tightened my robe a bit to sit down, and flicked on my slumbering computer. A couple of clicks brought up my browser environment and I entered new search criteria: canine reproductive anatomy and behaviors appending it with a filter for Pokémon.

As before most of the links were in the red of pornographic or other 'restricted' audience material and I filtered those out as prurient. Getting bombarded with ads and spyware would not satisfy what I needed to learn rather than just ogle. I selected a few blue academic links and spent the next very eye-opening hour pouring over them. So that was what that large bulge was for; that 'knot'. I grinned at the thought and closed browser before putting the computer back to sleep.

That could prove very, very interesting indeed. And what I had experienced of Ebonflame's knot hinted that it was not particularly large. Thicker than I was, certainly, but not excessively so. Something for exploration at some point.

Probably today since I did not have work or commitments.

Ebonflame was stretched out comfortably on the sofa, lying on his side, the remote control for the holo bay under one paw. It was larger, I realized, than it had been when he had been she. Indeed, his entire limb was thicker, his shoulders had far more fur and his tail was fuller. I knew that he was tall, but not how much taller as a male than he had been previously. Heavier, certainly, perhaps closer to seventy pounds than the fifty he had been before changing.

“Have you ever been male, before?" I asked as I went into the kitchenette and began assembling a robust breakfast. Both of us had a lot to recover from the last twelve hours. Ebon looked up from the early morning childrens' animation - something about intelligent construction equipment - and regarded me with soft green eyes. He shook his head negatively when he saw me looking toward him. I chuckled. “Then this will be an interesting learning experience for us both."

Ebonflame scoffed a soft gekkr and swung his muzzle to poke his nose toward the framed flat image of Paul and I. One ear cocked to the side and he tilted his head, my impression equating to that of a human raising their eyebrows. “Paul was human, Flame." I pointed out. “So, yeah, I know the basics." I pointed a fork dripping whipped eggs toward him. “But the finer detail with you requires learning. And, until last night, you never experienced a male orgasm." I resumed beating the eggs. “How was it?"

Ebonflame sat up on the sofa to regard me, white fangs gleaming as he offered a brilliant, toothy grin. He let out a deep, chesty huff that rose up to the sharp, burring explosion of a pleased sigh. “That good, I take it?" I chuckled, utterly unable to follow the Pokémon's animal language but reading the body language as pleased. His chiseled vulpine visage, which was still clearly foxish rather than wolfish despite the distinct differences that came with his alteration. Differences I had never noticed, yesterday.

His muzzle was a touch more broad, whiskers subtly longer and the ruff of fur defining the shape of his head deeper and clearly more masculine than they had been. His already tall ears had widened subtly at their bases and the tufts adorning them taller, sweeping back and inward toward each other when those ears pinned forward. The fur of his breast was too long to see anything between his forelegs as he sat up, not even a hint at the sheath he now carried, nor the not inconsiderable balls behind.

Ebonflame, as a female, had taken several days to seduce me, often using rather blatant body language I had missed entirely. This version, I daresay, would not have had nearly as much trouble. I chuckled to myself as I transferred the whipped eggs to the skillet. Hell, all he would've had to do was mount my head like he had last night and I would've been his, no further seduction necessary.

We sat at the table for our breakfast, myself with an omelet and Ebonflame with one of his own, though with less green things in it. A grub lay headless to one side where he could enjoy it after the eggs. Beside his plate was a bowl of coffee as I preferred it for myself, doctored to the point of barely being identifiable as coffee. Ebonflame returned to the sofa while I cleaned up, though not before giving me a poke in the crotch and then the cleft of my still naked ass with his cold nose before padding away, chuckling in that burring vulpine voice. It was deeper, I noticed, than it had been.

But, being some manner of vulpine it was still a delightful tenor burr. “So," I asked as I washed the dishes, “what would you like to do today? The park's still there, for the most part. And it's huge, I've barely been able to show you but a tiny portion of it." I set the dishes in the drying rack and turned to the pans. “It'd take a good three hours to hike from here to the furthest end which is effectively wild. The western half is well beyond the perimeter beltway and undeveloped." I chuckled at myself when the thoughts of the privacy such wild places afforded. Some Pokémon lived there that had not been seen by man in years, despite being within sight of the city's towers, even the shorter ones.