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“Cyra, let's end this! Use Thunderbolt!"

At her trainer's command, the jolteon's fur began to crackle as small tendrils of energy formed around her. Then, she unleashed the energy in a blinding bolt of lightning, striking a paralyzed weavile across the field. It collapsed with a screech of pain, it's fur slightly smoking. After a brief moment, the trainer across from Cyra withdrew his weavile into a pokeball, giving a sigh as he began his walk over to the victor.

The jolteon, however, immediately ran back to John -- her owner -- and leapt up into his arms, giving his face a liberal tongue bath. She has always been a bit hyper, which, combined with her over-affectionate behavior, resulted in this happening quite often. But John was used to this by now, and held her into a tight embrace in a struggle to confine her head to his neck, in order to avoid further saliva build-up. Once he was successful, he gave the opposing trainer an apologetic look and accepted the prize money, which he had been patiently holding up throughout the jolteon's actions.

“Thanks man, your weavile was a tough opponent!" John said, cradling his jolteon with one hand as he pocketed the money with the other. Seeing an opportunity, Cyra leaned back in an attempt to return to his face, causing him to quickly return his second arm to its duties as a jolteon carrier.

“Thanks, but your jolteon was far too powerful for my pokemon to deal with. Congrats on the win." With that, the opposing trainer turned and walked away with his head held high, knowing he had lost to a strong opponent.

Meanwhile, Cyra was still busy trying her best to coat her trainers face with saliva. With a wide smile, he leaned back in order to look at her, whilst keeping her licker at bay.

“Well, you did it again Cyra! You've been on a roll lately -- nothing can stand up to you!" he said, scratching behind her ear like he knew she liked. She leaned into his hand, before shoving her head into his neck, nuzzling into him like her life depended on it. His smile grew wider, and he snuggled her tight.

“Well, it's getting a bit late. What do you say to getting a nice room for the night at a pokemon center?" he asked, giving her one last squeeze before setting her back on her feet.

“Jolt!" she responded with a firm nod, then followed him back into town.

* * *

It wasn't long before John found himself inside of the nearest pokemon center, his trusty jolteon at his side. He made his way towards Nurse Joy, who was busy typing away at the computer on her desk.

"Hello Nurse Joy!"

“Oh!" she said in surprise. “How may I help you sir…?" She blushed in embarrassment as she brought her full attention to the trainer before her.

“Hello ma'am. I'm here to receive care for my pokemon, as well as grabbing a room for the night," he said, flashing her a friendly smile.

“Oh, well that is most certainly why I am here! Please place your pokemon here." She handed him a small tray across the desk, with six indentations intended to hold pokeballs. He merely picked Cyra up off of the ground, placed her on the counter, and put her empty pokeball onto the tray.

“Jolteon!" Cyra exclaimed, giving the nurse a paw-wave and a bright grin. The nurse responded in kind, muttering a short apology for not noticing her on the floor.

“This is my only pokemon. Please make sure she is one-hundred percent healthy!"

With a small curtsy, she motioned for Cyra to follow her towards the back of the center. A chansey rushed over to grab the tray with her pokeball, bringing it back with them.

John only had to wait a few minutes before the nurse reentered the room with Cyra in tow. He stood to greet them, smiling as he prepared for the tackle-hug that was sure to come. Sure enough, Cyra bolted towards him and leapt up into his arms, quickly beginning her nuzzling ritual.

Nurse joy gave a short bow, trying to stifle a giggle. "Your jolteon is completely healthy, and full of energy as well it seems! It always warms my heart seeing such an affectionate bond between trainer and pokemon."

Between bouts of nuzzling, John noticed that Cyra had something in her mouth.

"Your jolteon has the key to your room for the night," she continued. "Please let me know if there is anything else I can do for you." With that, she gave one last bow before turning back towards her desk.

John relented to the affections of his jolteon for a couple of minutes, sitting on a nearby chair with her on his lap. He merely smiled at how happy she seemed, running a hand through her soft, spiky hair with one hand and scratching behind her ear with the other. She nuzzled into his hand, before dropping the keycard and giving his cheek a slow, loving lick.

Despite how affectionate she usually acted, that was a new one. He raised an eyebrow at her, and she just giggled and buried her face into his neck, bringing a paw around the other side in a warm hug.

After a few more comfortable minutes, Cyra leapt from his lap and began walking towards the hall that led to the overnight rooms, before turning her head to look back at her trainer, waiting.

* * *

The two of them were soon winding through the hallways of the center, searching for their room. Cyra seemed a little distracted as she matched her trainer's pace, staring at the floor beneath her. She occasionally stole a glance over at her master's side.

Tonight is the night... she thought, holding a sidelong gaze at John's swaying feet. Tonight is the night that master and I finally become one... tonight is the night that we mate for the first time...

She has always had strong feelings for her trainer -- ever since he adopted her from the care center back in his hometown -- and her desire for him has only grown over the years. On more than one occasion, especially when she was going through one of her heat cycles, she had tried to show him just how much she wanted him. She started dropping subtle hints at first, but recently had resorted to more blatant methods. Yet still, his overwhelming obliviousness seemed to thwart her every attempt.

Tonight, however, it should be impossible for him to misread her actions. He'll have to make a conscious decision whether or not to accept her as a mate.

Her determination was beginning to show in her posture, but she couldn't help but retain a small degree of nervousness. Even so, she wasn't about to back down, and she nuzzled against his leg once they were standing outside of a door, the number on it matching the one on their keycard.

Nothing's gonna stop me this time.

Immediately after the door was opened, Cyra bolted into the room and jumped up onto the bed, while John closed the door behind them. As soon as his eyes met hers, she slowly spun around, not once breaking eye contact. Once she had her backside completely facing him, she held still.

Now that she had actually started, she couldn't help her nervous smile. While she was normally shameless in her shows of affection, this was new for her. This was the moment she would receive a definitive answer. Her ears fell back against her will, her forelegs had begun to lightly shake, and her gaze briefly dropped to the floor. However, her smile never faltered, and after only a couple of heartbeats, she forced her eyes back up to his. Then, she started to shift her weight onto her forelegs -- steadying them -- and leaned forward so that her front half was lying down, gently wiggling her rump and fully exposing her canine sex to him.

If any pose could scream 'get over here and mate with me,' it was this one. She quickly noticed that he seemed to be torn between holding her stare and glancing at her rump, slack-jawed. She gave her backside a few more playful shakes, in hopes of keeping his attention there. She imagined that if she still had a tail, like when she was an eevee, it would be raised as high as she could make it and off to the side, making her intentions even more clear.

John merely stood there, not quite sure what to make of the situation. Cyra, his long-time partner and best friend, had bolted into the room, only to leap onto the bed and assume an extremely suggestive pose. A pose he knew from his occasional “online research ventures" into pokemon mating habits.

She was presenting to him!

Surely she wasn't flagging him as a potential mate, was she? Part of him had always hoped for this, the part that on occasion would steal glances at her backside while they traveled together. The part that would sometimes interpret her affections as something more, before being hastily disregarded as self-delusion. He had always fought those lustful urges down.

But now...why else would she be putting herself on display so brazenly? Maybe she recently entered a heat cycle, and this time she's having trouble controlling her own urges. That must be it, she just isn't thinking clearly right now! Nothing would be worse than taking advantage of his friend in such a way. Despite her extreme affection towards him, their relationship has always been purely platonic.

He decided to try and make a little small talk and maybe get dinner started, in an effort to distract them both from what their bodies wanted. Though he was having a hard time keeping his eyes off of her obviously-aroused vulva.

“S-So, how does a nice juicy steak for dinner sound?" he stammered, finally tearing his gaze from her beautiful rump. “I figure a celebration is in order for your victory today!" He quickly made his way into the kitchen area nearby, dutifully avoiding looking in her direction as he got to work preparing their meal.

Does...does this mean he's saying no…? she thought, her smile quickly evaporating as she stood back up, staring after him. She could already feel tears forming. He couldn't possibly be misinterpreting my actions this time...so that must be it...he's rejecting me as a mate...I should have known that he wouldn't find me attrac--

And then she smelt it.

Her eyes lit up, immediately able to identify what she was getting a whiff of. It wasn't the first time she'd experienced this scent over the years, after all. It was the scent of her trainer's arousal.

But...if her display had succeeded in arousing him, why was he rejecting her? Maybe he just didn't understand that she was offering herself. It wouldn't be the first time that the human had misinterpreted her actions. Well, she wasn't ready to give up quite yet.

“Joooooolt..." she purred out, jumping off the bed and slowly sauntering into the kitchen with him. He glanced at her for but a moment, flashing her an uneasy grin before returning his attention to their uncooked meal.

“Eon!" she barked, prodding at his leg with a paw before gently nuzzling into him.

He turned from the counter, smiling broadly as he knelt down to her. He never could deny her affections, at least when they weren't lewd or arousing. Still, he was wary of her advances, and needed to sort the situation out with her before anything else happened.

“Cyra...we need to talk."

He sounded serious, so she held still to look up at him.

“Look, I...you…" he stammered, not quite sure how to bring up the issue. He took a deep breath, and decided to just be blunt about the situation. “Are you in heat?"

She tilted her head in confusion before he continued. “Because if you are, we can find a way to help you deal with it. There are medications, or if you wanted, we could find you some company at a daycare or something…"

As he went on, she put the pieces together. He thinks I'm in heat! He must have reasoned that I'm only trying to attract him due to the urges that come with a heat cycle. And she knew him well enough to realize that he wouldn't ever try and take advantage of such urges, if that were in fact the situation.

“You know you can talk to me about anything Cyra…" He gently ran his fingers through the fur of her neck. Knowing that she could only answer yes-no questions, he started from the beginning. “So, is that it? Have you entered a heat cycle?"

Before he had even finished his question, she began to giggle, vigorously shaking her head.

“But...but then why were you--" he began, before she brought her paws up to his shoulders and pressed her head to his neck in a pseudo-hug. As he struggled to find his voice, she brought her head up to his, staring into his eyes with conviction. And then, she leaned forward to quickly press her lips to his, catching her trainer completely off-guard.

Before he could even register what was happening, the feeling of their lips together sent waves of warmth into the pit of his stomach, quickly followed by waves of reluctance and hesitation. Despite this, his eyes closed of their own accord, and he leaned into her, his hands moving to gently stroke her back. Something about a simple kiss had the power to force all thoughts to the back of the mind, clouded by the flood of emotion it brings forth.

Meanwhile, Cyra was in heaven. At last, she was able to show her true affection and share an intimate moment with her master. She tightened her paws around his shoulders, bringing herself as close as possible without breaking the kiss. After a few moments, she gingerly opened her muzzle, allowing her tongue to snake out and lick against his mouth, hoping to gain access.

Almost immediately, John allowed her tongue entry, lightly pressing his tongue against hers. He didn't even think about it, powerless to stop the actions his body had decided upon. Not that he wanted to stop at this point. Years of denied and suppressed feelings were finally being unleashed -- feelings that Cyra seemed to share.

As they lightly explored each others palettes, he brought a hand up to cradle her head and lightly scratch behind her ear, while the other continued to stroke through the luxurious, spiky fur on her back. Taking the action as a good sign, she allowed more passion to leak into her kissing, shifting from exploratory and gentle to playful and aggressive. She let out a shaky, shallow breath through her nose as she felt him match her ferocity, and she was unable to stifle a giggle as he began to suckle on her tongue in earnest.

After only a few moments of this treatment, a massive need for air made itself apparent to both parties, and they reluctantly separated, panting. A string of saliva still connected their mouths, but neither of them noticed, far too lost in each other's eyes. Her mouth hung open in a large smile, and she met his stare with a half-lidded gaze.

Now that the passion had eased down, he was finally able to think, fully registering what had just happened. However, he could no longer deny that he wanted this. He had long since looked past the fact that she wasn't a member of his own species. And now, he knew without a doubt how she felt about him. That she was of the same opinion, and that it wasn't just a temporary lapse in judgement due to the uncontrollable lust that came with a breeding season.

No, she had always wanted this too.

After that brief thought, he couldn't help but return her smile, cradling her head as he grabbed her into a warm embrace.

"I love you, Cyra."

He'd said those same words to her many times before, but this time they carried a very different weight behind them. He wanted his genuine love to finally be known. To finally be spoken, and heard.

“Jolteon, jolt…"

She pressed into his grasp as much as she could, overjoyed that he was finally reciprocating both her feelings and her physical desires.

John released her, only to snatch her lips with his in another kiss, quickly entering her mouth and encouraging her tongue to mingle with his once more. She was more than happy to oblige. This time, however, he stood up, carrying her up with him and maneuvering to cradle her in his arms, not once breaking the kiss. Then, he carefully made his way towards the bed.

Once there, he slowly parted his lips from hers, lying her down on the soft mattress before joining her on it, straddling her. For a moment, he was unable to look away from her eyes, leaning over her with his hands still lingering on her sides. She found herself under a similar spell, and the two shared a moment of silent adoration.

Cyra, however, was getting antsy.

She held his gaze, and brought a paw down to begin massaging at his groin. It was a bit awkward, given their position and her anatomy, but she made it work. He finally broke eye contact, feeling the urge to look down and visually confirm what was happening.

His jolteon was fondling him. And he liked it. A lot.

As she continued her gentle rubbing, he began to knead at the soft fur on her sides, slowly guiding his hands onto her hips. She let out a soft moan, obviously loving the feeling of his hands moving along her body. He continued to inch closer toward her most sacred treasure, still lost in her gentle gaze.

At last, his fingers grazed upon her moist entrance, feeling the soft fur give way to smooth skin -- the outline of her delicate canine vulva. He lightly traced over the aroused flesh, faintly spreading her around a finger as he massaged the area. While he continued his motions, she lifted her head up to meet his yet again, grabbing his tongue with hers to resume their passionate kissing.

She struggled to withhold a gasp as she felt a single questing finger gently parting her open, and slowly sinking into her. It's been several long years since she was last penetrated -- since she was a wild eevee -- and to her it felt like her first time all over again. As he started to pump his finger back and forth, caressing her soaked inner walls with gentle strokes, her body began to shiver, and she let out a shaky moan as her tongue continued to lash out against his.

However, she couldn't help but break the kiss as he began to rub against a certain spot, shaking and wiggling against him as he exploited this newfound weakness. She was absolutely loving this treatment, but it wasn't long before she started to squirm free, deciding to put an end to the foreplay before she reached her peak.

John freed his fingers from her confines upon feeling her push away, wondering if she was having second thoughts about this. However, he put his fears to rest when he saw her stand and turn away, once again presenting herself to him as she lowered her front half to the bed, her dripping, swollen pussy exposed and begging to be stuffed. She turned her head to give him a pleading look, needing him to douse the fire within her.

He stood from the bed and stripped as fast as he could, before shuffling back onto the mattress behind her. Without wasting a moment, he put his hands on her hips, and brought his stiff manhood against her glistening sex. He held still for a moment, feeling the heat radiating off of her and onto his tip, and looked up to meet her gaze once more. She merely smiled back at him and gave a quick nod, silently urging him to bury his cock into her. She waited patiently, wanting him to make the final push on his own.

She didn't have to wait long.

The feeling of her warmth slowly enveloping him was almost too much to bear, but he didn't want to rush things and risk hurting her -- though she was definitely wet enough to reduce that risk to zero. Still, he gently inched his way into her moist, tight passage, swearing under his breath at the sensations she was offering his needy length.

As she felt him begin to penetrate her, it was as if a longtime itch was finally being scratched. An itch that had called out to her master alone. And before she knew it, she felt him completely pressed against her, his cock fully embedded within her quivering tunnel.

He leaned over her, one hand pushing against the mattress while the other stroked along Cyra's side in loving motions, almost overwhelmed by the feeling of being buried inside of her. He wanted to bask in this moment for a few seconds before getting down to business.

She turned her head in a slight upward angle to continue staring lovingly into his eyes, as her body adjusted to the intrusion. There was no discomfort for her, only immense bliss. She strained her neck for a short moment in order to stroke her tongue across his cheek in a slow arc, mirroring her earlier lick in the pokecenter.

He gave her a loving smile at this, leaned forward to rest his forehead against hers for a few seconds, and began to slowly rock his hips, sending the both of them into a world of immense pleasure.

She whined in satisfaction, then remained quiet as she smiled and rested her head down of the mattress, eyes frozen shut in ecstasy while he humped against her in gentle motions. She was in heaven, quite content to take things slowly, wanting this experience to last.

John was of the same opinion, not wanting to finish too early and end up leaving her unsatisfied. Even so, he couldn't help but let out an involuntary shiver at the sensations she was providing him as he slid his length into her again and again. A slight squelching noise teased their ears each time he hilted himself, along with the feeling of several contractions within her.

“Jooooolt!" Cyra suddenly shouted, lifting her head up in her cry of euphoria. She succumbed to a sudden orgasm, despite only having just started! Her body began to quake beneath him, and a warm rush of feminine liquids splashed out against their conjoined union as he continued to ride her throughout her climax.

He paused his thrusting as she fell down against the bed, barely managing to hold her backside up against gravity and panting heavily. He gently pulled his throbbing member out of her -- a small stream of her fluids following -- and allowed her to completely lie against the mattress, her eyes struggling open to stare up at him lovingly. He crawled up along her still form to lie beside her, stroking her fur as he returned her loving gaze.

Despite her body's best efforts, he had managed to hold back from joining her in orgasmic bliss, not wanting to have to take a break so soon after starting. Once she seemed to have caught her breath, he gave her a quick kiss on her nose before wrapping his arms around her and rolling, so that he loomed over her while she rested on her back.

He met her surprised “Jolt!" with a coy smile.

“As amazing as that was, I hope you're willing to continue…"

Without waiting for a reply, he began to grind his aching length against her leaking vulva, leaning down to kiss at her muzzle once more. She merely smiled back up at him and gave a quick nod, before meeting his lips with her tongue. He happily accepted it into his own mouth, cradling her head in one hand as his other ventured downward to guide himself back into her.

As his cock slowly made it's way back into her wet depths, she broke the kiss in a loud gasp and pawed at the air, before resting her front paws on his back. The mere penetration was enough to bring her sensitive sex into a mini-orgasm, but he wasted no time and began to gently pump into her trembling body once again.

As soon as she settled down, however, John decided to surprise her a little, and without warning, he suddenly began to pound into her at a much quicker pace. He knew that after everything so far, he wouldn't be lasting much longer, and he was determined to bring her to the edge one more time.

Cyra was almost overwhelmed with pleasure at his sudden acceleration, and drove her face into his neck, her tongue lashing out to lick at anywhere within reach as she wrapped her front paws tightly around him.

The squelching sound of their rapid sex permeated throughout the room, accompanied only by constant panting and the occasional moan. They were both very close, and they knew it, each trying to hold back until the other gave in.

Without warning, Cyra began to convulse beneath him, a shaky whine emanating from her muzzle. He continued to ride her as her body went into small fits, overjoyed to have gotten her to another peak. Copious amounts of Cyra's love juices began to gush out around his pistoning cock as her lilting whine intensified, showing no signs of stopping while she thoroughly soaked their bodies and the bed beneath. He held her close and put even more force into his thrusting, wanting her pleasure to reach unimaginable heights as his own orgasm crashed into him like a speeding truck.

With a wet slap, he slammed his pulsing length as far into her as he could, emptying several spurts of cum deep within her sopping tunnel. He felt her body go rigid as the thick, white fluid impacted her inner walls, and she clung to him as if her life depended on it. A renewed flow of her own cum burst from her loins, adding to the mess below. He continued to hold onto her as she relaxed her body, feeling his own climax begin to subside.

“Wow…" he muttered between gasping breaths, cuddling himself against her furry body, his softening length still buried within her. “That was amazing, Cyra…"

She finally cracked open her eyes, staring into his with a half-lidded gaze, a wide smile across her face.

“Jolteon jolt. Eoooon." With that, she gave his chin a gentle lick.

He returned her smile, gently pulling himself out and shifting to lie beside her, draping an arm over her form as she turned to face him. Only now was he keenly aware of how damp the bed below them had gotten, running a hand along the sheets to survey the damage.

Wow, she made quite a mess down there, he thought, bringing his hand up to get a look at the sheen that had coated it. He thought it was hot as hell, and he began to caress the side of her face with his clean hand.

“I think we should probably shower...and clean these sheets...before we end up passing out." he said between yawns, smiling as she eyed him and gave a small shrug before cuddling closer to him, muttering a soft acknowledgement. Although, it wasn't long before her eyes drew shut, her content smile unwavering.

Guess we'll just have to worry about that in the morning then…

He gently brought his head to rest over hers, wrapping both arms around her as they settled into each other for the night.

“Thank you for sharing this experience with me, Cyra." he said, kissing her forehead. “I love you."

The jolteon gently shifted to lick his neck before growing still against him once more, in an effort to tell him 'I love you too.' Then, they drifted into a comfortable sleep together.