Drabble commission. Will contain cub. Don't like? Don't read.
Waiting sucks, no matter what you're waiting for. Even though it sucks, the wait is almost always worth it one way or another. Whether that's because it's something you really wanted or it's something people said would be nice and you get to experience it yourself. Whatever the reason, most people can say they hate waiting. Mark and Della can tell you that themselves.
Della was a young poochyena - a cub to be exact. She was no newborn but she was still no adult. At about a half-year old, she was old enough to know what she wanted but still young enough to throw temper tantrums when she didn't get what she wanted. Mark, her trainer, was someone more than happy to give her everything she wanted. Though what Della wanted was a bit more… different than a typical young one would want.
She didn't want toys, other pokémon to play, or anything like that. No, what she wanted was Mark. On paper, that sounds all fine and dandy, right? Well, Mark thought so too! When he came home one day, she told him how much she missed him and wanted him. He thought it was just a harmless thing until she said she wanted to play a special game with him to show how much she missed him.
And what happened next changed his life forever.
What he thought was supposed to be an innocent game was actually something much more adult oriented. She had somehow gotten him to get naked where she showed him how much she missed him. It was all a blur as he soon found himself inside of her, the poochyena moaning his name loudly as she bounced in his lap. At first he tried to fight it but the way the little pokémon had him made it way too hard to stop her.
Since then, it had become an almost daily thing they do. Mark attended trainer school to officially become a pokémon trainer. When he would get home, it was always her jumping into his arms and telling him how much she missed him. Before he knew it, they'd be in bed together, trying new things on the other. Over time, Mark had learned the little pup loved to be dominated. That was no problem for him because he was not much of a submissive person. She, however, was a submissive pokémon. It worked out perfectly.
That was before, though. Mark had been getting busier and busier in school which meant less time to… play together. Della tried desperately to get him to but even at such a young age, the poochyena understood how important him graduating school was. Well, she sort of understood. She knew why he needed to, and that was so they could have fun in other places, but she didn't get why he couldn't have just a little fun with her.
At first, it was just a day or two between their fun. Then it turned to a week. Now, it had been two weeks since the other had any kind of fun with the other, excluding their nightly cuddles. Stressed and overworked or not, Mark and Della made sure the other knew they still loved each other. But that just made Della want him even more. She felt him slide his hand between her legs like they were going to play. But each time, he was asleep seconds later. It made her sad and almost felt like he didn't want to.
Now the two laid in bed together, just like every other night. Della was snuggled right up to his bare chest with his arms wrapped around him. The itch between her legs was unbearable. It had been so, so long since she felt his special touch. She couldn't take it anymore. She needed his touch again and she knew she needed to be the one to do something about it. With how tired he was lately, she knew he wouldn't be the one to start anything. Just one time again and she'd be fine.
With a growl, she pulled herself free from his embrace. She quickly pushed him onto his back, waking him from his light snooze. "What are you doing?" he asked her quietly. She ignored him and pulled the blanket off the two. It was hard with him being wrapped up in it like a burrito but she eventually got it free and off to the side. She then dove between his legs and bit down into his boxers at the waistband. "Della? Come on, what are you doing?" he asked again. She tugged harder than she had ever before where his boxers came down to his ankles, leaving him naked for her.
"It's been so long since we played our game! I'm tired of waiting. My privates hurt and I need you to fix it," she yelled at him in a desperate tone of voice. He groaned and tried to roll over but she was having none of it.
"Come on, Della… I'm so tired. School's almost done and then we can anytime after. Just let me sleep… Tomorrow we-."
"No!" she yelled at him. With a yawn, he lifted his head up and eyed the gray canine as she continued yelling, "You keep saying tomorrow and soon. Well now I'm tired of waiting. I want a quick game. I'll play for both of us if I have to!" she told him. Before he could really say no, she climbed back into his lap after making sure he was back on his back and straddled him. She immediately began to rock her hips against his crotch, and more specifically against his member. He hated admitting it but he loved when she did this.
"Della, seriously, I'm too tired for this. I promise tomorrow we-."
"No! Right now. You lay down and be a sleepyhead if you want. I can't wait anymore. We're playing right now," she told him, not even caring what he had to say. He groaned, not really feeling like he wanted to do this. He hated putting her off so much like he had been but he couldn't help it. School was tiring him beyond words. But feeling Della's wet slit grinding against him like it was was definitely making things difficult for him.
"See! You know you want to! Please? Just a quick game, that's all. Come on, you know you like making me say your name…" she told him. He hated seeing that little grin she had because she was right. Even though it was dark and he couldn't see very well, he knew she was smirking at him, just like every other time. Every time they were playing together, she would say his name over and over again in the cutest, most innocent of ways. "...Please… Remember what you called me before? Your little girl? Well your little girl needs help…"
"Fucking… Fine, but only a quick one," he told her seriously. Reaching over, Mark turned on the lamp sitting on his nightstand. He saw the little poochyena blushing brightly as her hips continued rocking in his lap. Her tongue was hanging from her mouth to show how desperate she was for him. As much as he enjoyed the feeling of her damp fur dragging against his crotch, he had other ideas. She wants to play? She has to work for it.
"Thank you! I promise-."
"Quiet," he ordered her. Della immediately hushed up and froze. He loved how she always obeyed what he said, no matter what it was. He picked her up and sat her next to him where he crawled to his knees. Just from the way she was grinding in his lap, he had already grown erect. However, being erect was never enough. She was still a small pokémon and while she was able to fit him nicely, lube was needed. She was almost big enough to take him without problem, but they both liked being safe.
Besides, Mark loved when she blew him.
Now on his knees and his member directly in front of her, he spoke in a commanding tone, "Lick it." Not needing to be told twice, Della leaned in immediately and gave a long lick against his member. He grunted from the feeling of her long, canine tongue dragging against his length. This wasn't the first time she had done this, nor would it be the last. She knew when he was like this, it was just to get him ready for the real fun. Because of that, she didn't aim to make it pleasurable for him. Instead, she used more spit than normal to coat him.
Even with that in mind, Mark still enjoyed it. She swore to him she didn't ever try and make it feel that good, but she always did. It was like a subconscious thing she did, not that he was complaining. Each lick brought pleasure to him. Perhaps it was because it had been so long since the two had done anything together aside from their nightly cuddles. Or it was the innocent expression she held as he towered over her. She knew that Mark loved when she looked at him like that. So why not do it every time she could?
"Good job," he said with a sigh as she continued licking. He rested a hand on her head, guiding her along his cock. She gave him the control he desired. Long licks from the base of his shaft turned to short and quick ones closer to the tip. As much as he wanted to let her keep going and coat her cute, little face in his seed he did say he wanted this to be quick. So he pulled himself away. However, Della kept pushing back against him, desperate to keep going. "Enough," he spoke up. Della stopped what she was doing and looked up at him. "That's a good girl. Maybe tomorrow we'll continue where that left off," he told her with a smirk.
"Okay," she said as she smiled excitedly. Her little tail wagged excitedly behind her at the idea of them playing more than they had been. "Promise me. I miss doing that so, so much!"
"We'll talk about it later. Right now, we're gonna move on. Head on the pillow, butt in the air," Mark commanded her. He grabbed a pillow and scooted it a bit further down the bed. Without needing to be told twice, Della quickly ran to it and rested her head on it with her butt held high in the air for him. She playfully wiggled it at him, enticing him to put it in her. What it was was entirely up to Mark. With each sway of her hips came new ideas that he wanted to do to her. Finger her, eat her out, just fuck her… all seemed like fine ideas. Had he not been so tired, he'd have done all three.
As he eyed her butt, he saw how wet and excited she really was. Her slit and the fur around it was completely soaked in anticipation. So long had he wanted to do this but he was too busy or too tired. But with her starting it sort of without him saying to, he couldn't stop. She wanted to play a game? Fine, but he was playing a little different. "I'm ready!" she told him excitedly.
"Good…" Mark laid on top of her, almost pinning her to the bed. He was much larger than her so her body only came up to his belly. However, neither minded. It gave him a sense of power he really liked and a lack of power and being dominated that Della loved beyond words. She loved when big, strong males like Mark made her feel used and loved.
With her now pinned and unable to move because of his weight, Mark reached lower and gently rubbed a finger along her slit. Della squeaked from the touch and pushed back against him out of pure instinct. However, before his fingers could sink into her awaiting snatch, he pulled his hand back and grabbed his painfully erect member. Lining it up with her slit, Mark teased her by rubbing himself against her. "Please don't tease like that… I already hurt a lot…"
"You know how much I love hearing you beg, Della," he said, continuing to grind against her damp fur. "But I'm so, so tired. So this time, I won't. Next time, you're gonna get it."
"Please stop making me wait. I've already waited so long…"
"As you wish," he told her. Before she could even say ready, Mark lined himself up once more and with one thrust, pushed himself inside of her. He sighed as her tiny body stretched around his member. Because she was still growing, Della was hardly able to take his full size. However, the pain was something she liked as well. Being so small also meant she was much, much tighter and that was no problem for Mark. She was almost too tight. Any tighter and it would have been too tight. Right now, she was perfect.
"Th-thank you…" she moaned loudly as he slid deeper and deeper within her. It took almost no time before he was three-fourths of his length inside of her before he was at his limit. Her body was physically unable to take more, and that was completely fine with him. One day, she'd be able to take him and his full length. When that day came, he'd be ready. For now, it was like she was made for him, he for her.
Once Mark was unable to fit anymore inside of her, he went back to his knees and put a hand on her head, pushing her head down into the pillow as a show of dominance. "Don't talk. You wanted a game? Fine, you'll be my toy for the game." In response, he got a happy whimper from her, followed by a shiver of anticipation. She knew exactly what that meant and she was more than happy for it to be that way.
Mark took a second to enjoy the tightness around him before he began to pull back. With a quick thrust once only the head of his member remained, he slammed against her furred butt. She moaned loudly from the single motion, showing how much she missed it. She was even louder when he did it a second time, then a third. Quickly, he built up his speed and rhythm. With each thrust came a wet slap followed by a grunt or moan from the two.
Since the two had done this many, many times before, Della was no virgin. However, each time felt like she was by how tight she was on the inside. Her walls squeezed him harder than he'd ever imagined before. Each ripple and ridge on the inside rubbed him in the most perfect ways. Before Mark got higher up in school, he imagined his life being filled with tons of different girls. Now?
He only wanted Della and nobody else.
Dellas fur tickled his body in the nicest ways imaginable. The fur along her butt and backside was longer there than anywhere else, meaning each thrust was a perfect mixture of skin and fur. He learned early on that he really enjoyed the feeling of her fur against his bare skin, and even more so against his more… fun places. Of course, when he told Della, she began using that against him to entice him into fun, even when he wasn't really in the mood. Most times, he could ignore it. This time… something snapped and he just had to have her.
"You're so tight…" he said quietly to her. She whimpered in response, losing the ability to talk back. Being sassy and having a playful attitude was something she liked to do when they were "playing" but this time, it was impossible. She was just way too lost in the pleasure. Her mind was blank as she felt her body stretch more and more for her lover. Even at such a young age, she knew she loved him. Maybe not entirely as love was still a weird idea, but she felt something aside from him inside of her. Something… emotional. What it was, she truly didn't know. Mark knew what it was, and that's why he always did everything he could for her.
Looking over her small form, Mark saw her tongue was hanging more from her mouth as he held her down roughly. A large puddle of her drool pooled next to her muzzle, showing how lost she was as she couldn't even keep herself from drooling. Only one other time had she gotten like this, and that was when she was first taken by him. One thing was consistent with her though, and that was how wet she got for him. It was like something broke each time just from him. "I missed this so much…" Mark said between thrusts. It was like music to Dellas ears to hear that. Every time he complimented her, it made her feel better than before.
Each hump against her sensitive flesh brought her closer and closer to release. She had long since lost the ability to control herself. Each thrust sent a shiver of pleasure throughout her body. She knew she wasn't going to last much longer. Mark was not being gentle in his humps. No, the way he pinned her head down to the pillow and roughly thrusted showed her who was in control and it was not her… not this time… and she would have it no other way.
Mark was on the same boat as her, though. He was growing closer and closer to his release. Being so pent up made it easier for him to have an orgasm. He'd been so busy he couldn't even get himself off in his own time. So going from nothing to this made it beyond easy to get off. However, he had learned to hold off until Della came. If she didn't come first, she wasn't done. Even as submissive as she was, she would make you keep going until she came first. It was a playful rule she had, and one he loved.
Even with all that, Mark was incredibly close. Judging by how Della was moving against him, he could tell she was too. He hoped and prayed she'd cum before him because he truly believed he wouldn't last more than one round. He was already tired and this was already putting him over the edge. As much as he'd love to keep going, he knew he wouldn't be able to.
Thankfully, he wouldn't have to.
"Come on, you can cum," he told her gently. As if Arceus itself was watching over him and answered his prayer, Della's body erupted into a series of violent shakes and spasms, loud moans following soon after. The shaking only added to Marks own pleasure, which was enough to send him over the edge. Like their mind and bodies were linked together, the two of them erupted into a sea of pleasure where the two finally came, and they came hard.
Della came only milliseconds before Mark where her juices came splashing at his crotch, soaking him and the bed below them. The second he felt her wetness against him, he pushed himself in as far as he could within her and let loose his own seed, coating her insides entirely. If the two were compatible with each other, he didn't doubt she'd be pregnant after how much cum filled her tiny womb. So much had come from him that it too began to spill on the bed below them in a hot, sticky mess.
With his thrusting stopped, Mark eased the force on Della's head and replaced it with gentle, loving pets. She whimpered loudly from each pet, showing her gratification. She was so incredibly happy and relaxed now that her pain was subsiding. "How… do you feel?" he asked her quietly.
"So, so much better…" she told him as she lifted her head weakly. "Thank you for playing with me. I don't hurt anymore…"
"I'm glad to have helped you, Della. I'm so sorry to have not done this sooner. I just have been so busy and just haven't had the time to relax like-."
"It's okay. Really. As long as you remember I will any time, then I'm happy," she told him with a small smile. He happily and affectionately ruffled the fur on her head. "Mark? Do you think you could maybe keep yourself inside of me while we sleep? I know you said maybe tomorrow but if not, I want to feel good as long as possible. Please?"
"I'll be happy to for you," he answered her. Her tail wagged happily against him as he lifted her and himself. He moved the drool-covered pillow up and laid it back down. He then laid his head down. He felt himself softening and knew sometime during the night, the two would have that connection broken. For now, he held her as close as he could. "I love you, Della," he told her with a yawn.
"And I love you lots, Mark!"