The sun had begun to set behind the peak of Mount Hokulani, the light beaming in from the window giving way to twilight in the small Malie Town apartment near the sea. The apartment was quiet and empty save for an Alolan Ninetales walking softly throughout each of the few rooms of the domicile. The creature whined faintly to itself as it inspected the various rooms, looking for any messes or disturbances. After tidying the bed and putting the dirty socks thrown across the floor into the hamper, she headed to the bathroom. As she made her way down the hall and past the kitchen, she saw the setting sun's final rays of light as it disappeared from view. A sense of dread began to dawn upon the anxious creature; her trainer, Tom, would be home soon and she had yet to finish cleaning. Even worse, she could faintly make out a plate of leftovers left out from the night before on the kitchen counter. Her owner had remarked (mostly to himself) the night before that he would be eating the rest of the spaghetti he had cooked then. The fox quickly walked over to the refrigerator and hopped up to grab the handle with her teeth; a few careful steps back and the door came open. She briskly dropped back down and nudged the door fully open to peer inside and, as luck would have it, there was enough space for the meal. She moved over to the tray of food and steadied herself for her task: all she had to do was lean up and take firm hold of the tray with her mouth, keep her head up as high as she could and walk it over to fridge. It seemed so easy in her mind.
The vixen placed her forelegs on the counter and grabbed the tray, getting as best a grip as she could and lifting it up. It was much heavier than she expected but still she tried in hopes she could hold out long enough to put it away. She stepped backwards a few paces so that she was free of the counter and began to lower herself to all fours. Unfortunately, the tray proved too heavy and her center of gravity was off; her front end fell too quickly to the floor and the tray slipped from between her teeth. The aluminum tray clattered loudly, cold meat and noodles splattering across the linoleum and the Ice-type Pokémon. The Ninetales instinctively attempted to step away from the loud disturbance as quickly as possible only to slip in the mess and fall onto her side with an audible slap. Startled and dazed, she stood up quickly only to have her front legs slip out from under her and have her fall onto her other side. Again and again she stood and fell, spreading the pungent mess in an awkward pattern as she attempted to move towards the carpet to gain proper footing. After what seemed like an eternity of embarrassment, she finally reached living room and stood fully, suppressing the instinctual urge to shake herself off. She turned and face the now massive mess she had made, an intense fear falling down upon her as she racked her panicking mind for an idea. How could she possibly clean the entire thing? Would she have enough time to even attempt it? What could she-
The muffled sound of a car door slamming came from just outside.
Her heart dropped to her feet, her body trembling at the thought of her owner entering to find her and nearly the entirety of the kitchen floor covered in tonight's meal, disappointment and anger etched across his face. The sound of her beating heart echoed in her ears, drowning out the sound of loudening footsteps. She began to breathe too rapidly, spots appearing at the corner of her eyes. No longer able to think clearly, she ran to the laundry room and threw herself between a large pile of clothes and the wall, squeezing in as far as she could and covering her face with her paws. All she could do now was wait for the inevitable.
The footsteps stopped and the door unlocked. Three more footsteps sounded before a deathly silence. The Pokémon waited in silence, her anxiety building to an unbearable breaking point.
"SABRINAAAAA!"
She began whimpering in shame as her owner's voice grew in volume.
"Sabrina! Where are you? Come out this instant! Just look at this mess you made. There's fucking spaghetti everywhere! Do you know how long it'll take for me to clean it all up? Sabrina!"
He followed the stained pawprints down the left end of the hall to laundry room and saw her blue cloud-like tails quivering from behind the old clothes he had forgot to put away the night before.
"There you are. Come out from behind there, now!"
Her whimpering became more intense seemingly to drown out his voice.
"Sabrina!" he called out again.
Still she refused to come out. With a huff, he stepped over to her hiding place and pulled the pile of clothes out of the way. She looked even worse than he had expected: her fur matted in sauce, chunks of meat and noodles hanging off of her. To top it off, the floor, the wall and even the clothes were smeared with the leftovers. Tom's face grew red as he glared at Sabrina.
"Dammit Sabrina! I had just cleaned those clothes, and now I'll have to go to the store and get something to cook. And only after I clean the mess in the kitchen. What the hell is wrong with you? Ever since you evolved you've just been causing problems. Damn!"
Tom looked off to side and huffed to himself, unable to look at his Pokémon any longer. Seconds felt like hours as the room fell silent, only the quiet hum of traffic reaching the two. As he simmered down, Tom heard her now quiet whimpering as well. With a sigh, he looked back at her.
"It's okay, I'll clean it up later. I guess we need to get you cleaned up. Come on."
Sabrina remained motionless, her face covered with her paws.
"Sabrina, come on."
Still she refused to budge. With another exasperated sigh, Tom leaned down and scooped up the dirty Pokémon into his arms. Sabrina gasped softly in surprise and looked at Tom, a slight puzzled look on her face. Tom began walking and grunted as he readjusted his grip.
"You know I can't keep carrying you around as much as I used to. You still are a bit heavier than the Pokédex says is typical of your species."
Sabrina quickly looked down at his feet in embarrassment. She had begun eating much more often than she did as a Vulpix and had gained more than a few pounds since the several months since Tom had decided to have the Ice-type Pokémon evolve. She wasn't quite as nimble or quick as she once was; now she had trouble jumping onto Tom's bed and often would accidentally bump things with her rear end she shouldn't normally. It had quickly become a sore spot with her, and Tom teased her about it much to her discomfort.
Tom crossed the hall and entered the bathroom to his left. He stepped over to the tub and slowly lowered the heavy vixen into the cold basin with another grunt. He turned the hot knob to just the right level sat back on the floor while he waited for the bathtub to fill. He looked up at Sabrina, but she wouldn't meet his gaze and instead decided to watch her feet. Tom sighed quietly.
"I guess you were hungry, huh?"
She looked up at him and turned her head away with a whine. Tom turned and stood up before stepping out and disappearing down the hall to the right, his footsteps fading off. Sabrina waited, sullenly watching the warm water drain from the faucet, shivering slightly as the water reached her abdomen. Before long, Tom had returned with a brown paper bag and turned the faucet off. A sweet, sugary smell hit Sabrina's nose as her owner reached into the bag and produced three Poképuffs. He held out one for her to gingerly grab and slowly eat the creamy treat. In truth, she wasn't very hungry at all, but how could she refuse now that he thought she tried to eat the leftovers. Once she finished, Tom reached over her and grabbed the bottle of shampoo, uncapping it and lathering his hands together. He placed his hands on the fox and began vigorously rubbing the shampoo into the fur on her back and her sides. He gently traced his fingernails across her naturally cool skin and moved his hands in large circles, moving slowly down from her back to her sides and her underbelly, then upwards to her chest and neck, finally ending at the underside of head. He made sure to run his fingers through her long silky fur atop her head, his hands moving glacially through the various matted curls.
Sabrina winced as his hands coarsely scraped over her body. It wasn't very painful, but the sauce had already begun to mat her fur and made easy cleaning difficult. Despite the bit of pain and humiliation she felt from earlier, Sabrina couldn't help but smile. It had been some time since her and Tom had any real extended contact with each other. Over the past few weeks, Tom had said little to his Pokémon and very rarely would pet her; he was often grouchy from work and would often find something to scold Sabrina with, even over minor things. It had begun to wear upon her, making her anxious and panicky. It was because of this she began trying to clean around the apartment in an attempt to satisfy him, but it had never really worked; he would always find some flaw, some small detail she had missed. He would become angry and yell at her, typically keeping to himself through the rest of the day until they both went to sleep in the bedroom. Tom let Sabrina sleep on the bed with him, but they never cuddled like they would when she was a Vulpix. Instead, he slept with his back turned to her and on the opposite end of the bed. Many nights she would cry to herself, missing the days when everything was simple and the two of them were inseparable. This little reprise reminded her of those times. She leaned her head to the side and licked Tom on his chin.
"Stop it Sabrina, you're making it hard for me to get behind you," he groaned.
As he looked down at her, he noticed that his clothes, unsurprisingly, were covered in food.
"Damn. Hmm, I guess I should clean off too."
Tom stood up and stepped away from the tub. Quickly, he stripped himself of his work clothes and threw them in a heap in the corner. Sabrina averted her eyes in embarrassment from Tom's naked form as he stepped into the water. She stepped back so that he could fully sit down, his knees pulled up somewhat uncomfortably to the sides of the bathtub. He sat face to face with his Pokémon and shivered slightly at the surprisingly cold temperature of the water; he had forgot just how cold the Ice-type could be. Still she refused to look him in the eye. Tom sat a moment in thought, then resumed cleaning her and himself, paying close attention once again to her sensitive fur on her scalp and scratching underneath her chin. She had enjoyed that back when they played together. After a short while, Tom hesitated and stopped. He leaned back and lifted the Ninetales' face, bringing her eyes to meet his own.
"Sabrina, I know I haven't been very affectionate or even friendly for some time, and I just wanted to let you know that I still love you. Just because I don't say it or I do things that might hurt you, you got to know that I don't love you any less or hate you or anything like that. I've been having a hard time at work and I just can't seem to get things straight and- I'm sorry."
Sabrina wagged her many tails and licked Tom on the cheek. He let out a sigh, a great weight seemingly lifted from his shoulders. He rubbed her head playfully and kissed her on the forehead.
"Are you feeling better now?" he asked.
Sabrina yipped happily in reply. They both smiled at their mended friendship. Suddenly remembering just how filthy he was, Tom ran water across his chest and arms, washing the mess off his skin. Sabrina watched as she waited for him to finish cleaning himself and get back to her. As she watched him wipe down his toned body, she began to feel an odd sensation rising within her. The feeling arose gradually, rising invisibly from the high of bliss she found in Tom's returned affection. She found herself breathing quicker, shorter breaths, her eyes unable to look away from her owner (ironic considering she could barely face him nearly moments before). Her legs felt weak and shook faintly, her core growing hotter and hotter, this new warmth especially alarming the Ice-type Pokémon. She began to worry she might be falling sick, but Tom soon interrupted that thought.
"Here, let's finish you up," he said.
He grabbed the shampoo and squeezed some more onto his hands. Getting onto his knees and leaning somewhat awkwardly forward, Tom reached around and lathered his hands on her lower back, extending farther back to her hindquarters. He grunted as he led his hands across her increasingly difficult fur; the sauce had hardened and became sticky at this point. Redoubling his efforts, he gripped harder and scrubbed forcefully, scooping more water into his hands and scrubbing rhythmically from her legs upwards, letting the water trail downwards. Sabrina began to pant as he made his ministrations, the strange sensation welling up again inside her. The way his hands coursed up and down her legs and behind painfully slow and rough, digging deep into her cool, sleek fur and kneading her skin. Her vision swam, her thoughts becoming clouded and indistinct as if she was hypnotized. Blinking away the light-headedness, Sabrina realized Tom's awkward position, his crotch worryingly close to her face. She suddenly became distinctly aware of his masculine scent emanating from his nether regions, its aroma beyond description but otherwise very pleasing to her. He seemed to her the source of her hypnosis, and she unknowingly began to drift closer as she sniffed at him. Closer and closer she leaned inwards until her (very cold) nose made contact with his genitals.
"Whoa!" Tom exclaimed. "Cut that out, Sabrina."
He went back to his task at hand. Sabrina obeyed and returned herself to her original position, but couldn't stop thinking about what just happened. His scent, his hands all over her body, she couldn't ignore the way she felt or resist his allure. She leaned in again slowly, careful not to touch him, and breathed deep. Her body shook and the warmth inside seemed to reached a new height within her, particularly at her own groin, her slit twitching in excitement. She knew now the depths of her love for Tom and the undeniable way she felt for him; utterly compelled, she acted automatically and purposefully.
Tom was nearly finished with Sabrina's coat when a jolt passed through his body, a cold, wet sensation meeting his flaccid member. He looked down to see his Pokémon feverishly lapping at him, her long, flat tongue sliding up his shaft to the underside of his head before returning to surround his scrotum. Any attempt to speak was replaced with a wordless gasp, his voice taken away by the amazing feeling. Stimulated greatly, he unconsciously tightened his grip on her behind, encouraging her. His penis now fully erect, the lustful fox licked the underside from the base to the head more forcefully, greedily enjoying his increasingly addictive taste. She turned her focus to the head of his penis as she lapped at the bottom and passed her tongue over the top in a swirling motion, making sure to lick all of his pre-cum that leaked from him. Slowly, she pressed her lips against him and gingerly swallowed his cock. Tom shivered in pleasure as he felt himself slide inside the frigid, wet walls of her mouth; he squeezed her ass and began moving his hips back and forth unconsciously. Sabrina arched her head upwards to give him better purchase and bobbed her head in sync with his movements. Despite her naïveté in this kind of situation, she somehow found herself slowly pulling away as he pulled back, sucking powerfully until she reached the tip; there she swirled her tongue around the head before he plunged back into her cavernous maw, scraping against her tongue and the sides of her mouth before reaching the back of her throat and dipping down into it. Tom could barely comprehend what was happening, completely overwhelmed by the incredible ecstasy of this moment. Whether or not this was wrong couldn't even begin to matter to him as his pet took him deeper and deeper into her mouth, his cock throbbing more and more as he became close. Sabrina closed her mouth as much as she could without her teeth pinching him, resisting his pulsating member's movement and forcing him to push harder. Her long, flat tongue running along the underside, the powerful suction, the cold, wet walls, her bobbing movements: it all became too much as he reached the edge. Grabbing onto her tightly and spreading his legs out, he thrusted madly, his balls striking her soft, furred chin as his hot seed furiously shot into her vulpine mouth. The fox whined happily as she swallowed her long-awaited treat as it spewed in ropes from his swollen, steaming phallus, his taste the center of her universe in this moment. The bitterly salty taste of his voluminous load filled her mouth and coated her tongue, its odd taste somehow appealing; she reveled in his all-encompassing flavor, lapping at the engorged head that ejaculated violently and smiling inwardly as she swallowed mouthful after mouthful of her beloved trainer's cum. It almost became too much for her to take before Tom regained just enough awareness to massage her throat and help her swallow his viscous load. After what seemed hours to the ecstatic man, he finally ceased ejaculating, and pulled himself out very slowly, much to Sabrina's dismay.
Tom sat back in near exhaustion, still reeling from the realization that he just got blown by his Pokémon and the incredible feeling that came with it. He couldn't speak or even think correctly, his eyes clouded and unable to focus; he could just barely make out his pet's light blue form as she lazily lapped at his still erect member, making sure to get all of his delicious spunk and leave him sparkly clean. She saw him watching her and wagged her tails, smiling at his happy, beaming expression, her own face a reflecting the same. Tom couldn't believe how lucky he was to have a beautiful, caring Pokémon who loved him despite all his faults and so innocently wanted to help him and show her affection. He knew without a doubt they loved each other in a truly special way, and found he felt no shame for the love they had shared. But he knew something was still missing, something still incomplete. He stood up, leaning over the Ice-type, his cock hardening again. Before she could start again, Tom had reached into the water and picked her up in his arms. She looked up at him with a questioning gaze, a kiss to her forehead her only answer. Tom carefully stepped out of the tub.
The duo made their way down the left of the hall to the master bedroom. Tom cautiously stepped over to the bed in the pitch-dark room and set her down softly onto the satin bedsheets before turning to grab a towel. After drying himself, he threw the towel over the Pokémon on the bed and began to rub her down. He laughed as she tried to fight him off playfully, growling as he scrubbed her face and flipped her over. She playfully patted at his face with her paws as he scrubbed her belly and her legs. After making sure she was dry, Tom threw aside the towel and walked over to the window. It had become dark some time ago, but he knew it would be best if he drew the blinds just in case. He turned and walked quietly to the bed and pulled the cord above his head to turn on the lights.
Tom laid down upon the bed next to Sabrina, grabbing her in his arms and giving her tight hug. Sabrina growled playfully and gently nipped at him as they rolled across the mattress with the Ice-type eventually ending up on top of him. She licked his face lazily as the two laid together. Tom rubbed his hands up and down her cold, silky back and languidly took in the sight of her beautiful light blue presence. Shivering slightly, he kissed her on the head and lifted her off with a grunt, placing her beside him. Sabrina gave him a confused look as he made his way behind her. Tom rested on his knees and sat, reaching forward to run his hands down her back from behind. Slowly, he moved her many fluffy tails to the side and gripped her behind with a loud slap. The fox yelped quietly in surprise; Tom chuckled and began to move his each of his hands in a large circle, pushing and kneading. He massaged her behind, pushing her butt cheeks together and spreading them apart in a painfully slow rhythm, all the while redoubling his grip on her, his hands squeezing her rump tightly, the fat spilling through his fingers.
"Wow, Sabrina," exclaimed Tom. "I guess you really put all those Poképuffs to good use."
The enamored vixen could only respond with a low, pleading whine as he continued his ministrations. He squeezed harder and massaged faster, moving his hands across every inch of her plump ass. Tom began to huff loudly as he grew more aroused, sweat beading across his brow, his mouth becoming dry. Sabrina felt similarly, her own breathing ragged and her vision hazy. She rested her head upon the soft pillow at the head of the bedrest, unable to hold it up anymore. As she attempted to catch her breath, she felt something prod at her behind; Tom had begun unconsciously moving his hips, his now fully erect penis pressing against her. He moaned loudly; it felt much better than he ever would've expected, his throbbing member pushing into her soft, cloud-like pillow of an ass, her strikingly cold fur flowing across the sensitive head. He continued to press his rod against her, his thrusts leaving thin trials of pre-cum stained into her fur. He went even further, rubbing his entire cock between her ass cheeks all the while continuing his massaging. Tom closed his eyes and leaned his head back, reveling in the sensation of his cock being smothered by her fat ass. The vixen closed her eyes and focused on the pleasant feeling, her body shivering in response to his touch.
Tom finally stopped groping her, deciding to move on to the finale. He shifted his weight forward and lifted the Ninetales' lower end. Spreading her ass cheeks apart, he got a full view of her most private area: a small inconspicuous tail hole above a quivering pink slit dripping with her fluids. Tom reached down, tracing a finger ever so lightly around the wet pink lips, Sabrina's whole body shuddering at the amazing sensation. Round and round he went, her pussy twitching expectantly, more and more liquid spilling from her core. Carefully, he pushed his finger inside of her; she was much tighter than he would have thought, his finger slowly moving in and out of the fox with much resistance. Sabrina moaned loudly, his digit scrapping against her sensitive walls and sending jolts of pleasure throughout her body. She pushed back against his hand, grinding herself along his finger and against the knuckles of his hand. She panted as she pushed back harder and faster, wanting more of the incredible feeling he brought her. Smiling, Tom knew she was ready.
He pulled his finger out slowly and shifted forward, taking a firm grip on her ass and bringing his cock to the entrance of her sopping pussy. He brought the head to her soft furred lips, just barely pushing inside. Running his hands across and squeezing her round ass, he paused, taking his time with her massage and rubbing himself against her hot sex. Sabrina could barely think at this point, her panting drowning out the soft whir of the fan overhead and the low buzz of the mini-fridge at the bedside. Tom's hand kneading her supple behind, his thick rod pushing partially inside of her; her body convulsed with each electric shock the sensations produced. But she needed more, more of the incredible sensation, more of him inside of her. She looked back at Tom, a pleading expression in her dark blue eyes and a low whine escaping her lips.
With a smile, Tom grabbed her tightly and thrust his cock as deep as he could, reaching the ecstatic creature's cervix without even hilting within her; before Sabrina could even cry aloud in rapture, he had pulled out and drove his way back inside again, going back and forth at a breakneck pace. She panted shallowly, her head pressing against the pillow in tandem with Tom's powerful thrusts; her vision swam, her senses becoming dulled by the unbelievable waves of ecstasy emanating from her sex. Tom's large, hardened member stretched her achingly tight pussy, her walls contracting around him in an attempt to keep him inside of her. He couldn't believe just how amazing her powerful vise of a cunt felt around him, especially coupled with the surprising heat. Tom set his jaw as he forced himself in and out of her, the resistance making it difficult to move inside her. Faster and faster he pushed, unrelenting to her tight grip, a loud slap produced as his hips smashed against her fat ass. Sabrina began to huff louder and louder as she began to push back, her pussy twitching erratically as she neared her first orgasm. Tom felt her coming as well and took a tighter grip upon her, speeding up once more and pressing harder, her entire body jiggling with each thrust. The Fox Pokémon let out a high-pitched whine as he pushed her over the edge, her body convulsing and pussy clasping madly along her trainer's girth, juices spilling forth from her entrance and running down her thighs.
Tom struggled to keep himself from cumming as she kept him in place, his movements unable to free his cock from her vaginal death-grip and its attempt to milk him; he wanted to make sure he finished at the right moment. After some time, the fox's cunt ended its assault, and Tom was free. He resumed his earlier pace, now able to move even faster than before thanks to her increasingly lubricated pussy and the loosened grip. Sabrina breathed quietly as her body attempted to come down from its high, but Tom had other plans. He shifted his grip lower and stood upwards on the bed; the Ice-type looked back in surprise as he lifted her behind upwards, her back legs no longer touching the bed. Tom spread his legs slightly and angled himself downwards as he resumed. Sabrina gasped loudly as he began to fuck her at an unbelievable speed, his hips a blur as his cock pushed in and out her swollen pussy. The new angle made his veiny member reach places inside her he couldn't before, sending pulses of euphoria throughout her mind. Tom pushed harder and harder, his new stance allowing him to pull nearly completely out before he threw himself back in, smashing against her cervix; over and over he thrust, watching her entire body bounce each time his hips collided with her big round ass.
Part of him still couldn't believe he was doing this, part of him still believed it was wrong to have this kind of relationship with his Pokémon, his beloved pet. But that part of him shut up when he saw his very own pet shuddering uncontrollably in orgasmic bliss from his massive cock plunging in and out of her, her body trying its very best to coax him to nut within her. The very thought of his Pokémon wanting him this way made him want to blow his load right then and there, but he needed just a little bit more time. Tom began to uncontrollably hump, his rationality thrown away in exchange for a lustful frenzy. His breathing grew shallow and ragged as he crashed into his sexy fox, the bedframe creaking louder and louder. Sabrina moaned loudly as her trainer's newfound tumultuous fucking filled her over and over again, her back legs uselessly wheeling in the air as Tom's hips smacked audibly against her, her plump ass jiggling violently as well as the rest her body. Her pussy tightened again as she neared orgasm once more, this time in tandem with her owner's swelling cock as he too was about to cum. Her eyes forced shut as his expanding meat completely filled her passageway and stretched her farther than ever before. Likewise, Tom's own eyes closed as her vaginal muscles clamped more forcefully than before as her cervix opened and allowed Tom to completely hilt inside. With a last few powerful thrusts and a ragged yell, Tom erupted into his love's womb, her own sex collapsing upon his phallus and releasing a flood down her thighs and his crotch. Sabrina howled quietly as her senses faded away and only the sensations of her pussy pulling on his rod and his hot seed filling her womb remained. Tom need not thrust as Sabrina's ravenous sex milked his cock of his seemingly endless ejaculate, the orgasmic bliss overtaking his senses as well. After what seemed an eternity, his member grew soft and the vixen's grip had loosened, Tom lowered her and pulled out, watching with a smile as his excess seed poured like a small stream from her entrance.
Tom tiredly pulled himself alongside Sabrina and wrapped his arms around her, pulling his tired vixen inward for kiss on the lips. Her eyes opened wide in surprise but closed as they shared the tender moment. After they finished, they pulled away and stared into each other's eyes. Tom reached over to grab a towel and cleaned them both once more before tossing it aside for tomorrow. He turned off the light, threw a small blanket over themselves and pulled her into his arms.
"I love you," he whispered into her ear as they drifted quickly to sleep side by side.
As he lay next to Sabrina, his thoughts quickly fading, Tom remembered the massive splotch of spaghetti on the kitchen floor and the laundry room. The exhausted man began to lean up to drudgingly clean the mess but hesitated as he looked back at his Pokémon. Already asleep, the fox breathed lightly, her blue fur ruffled and unkempt yet still beautiful and glowing in the dim light of the moon. He laid back down and pulled her close again, the sleeping creature sighing contently as he placed his head next to her own. The mess could wait until the morning.