Amity

Disclaimer: all characters belong to my fellow writer UnholyPens, whose story (Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Restitutor Orbis) you can find among my favourites. There's no point repeating that if you're not interested in lemons, then you shouldn't read.

A lone torch cast a breach in the darkness that enwrapped the entire corridor. The crackling orange glared into Pathos' eyes, evoking a momentary flinch in the Absol as he strode forward. Perhaps he ought to have appreciated light; the numerous days under an unnatural moon surfaced to mind, but somehow he didn't. Fire would only create more humidity, and sweat would dampen his fur to no end.

"Keep walking," the figure in front of him said plainly. The Bisharp's metal armour gleamed with a crackling orange as it stared at him.

Then he felt someone nuzzle his shoulder gently. That was probably due to his legs feeling like wood logs, charred and scraped by use.

He turned his gaze forward. In and out of dark doorways, and down narrow corridors that branches down on either side, pokémon swarmed in astonishing numbers—couples trudging parallel, younglings glued to their tails, soldiers. Many just stood in place, or wandered slowly, donning faces that reaked of apathy.

Soon, however, his small group entered a cul-de-sac corridor, and stopped before the last iron door. The Bisharp looked back at him for a moment, then pushed the door open.

Pathos hesitated to walk inside. A stench of mold and staleness broke loose the moment the door opened. Inside, lit by a dim lamp in a corner, was a grey, stained floor and a simply straw bed—not even big enough for two pokémon. He heard Celestine take tentative steps behind him, looking around.

"Sleep tight," the Bisharp said plainly, "We'll depart first thing tomorrow."

With that, the door creaked shut.

Silence.

Perhaps he ought to have been thankful that this door blocked sounds from outside; yet, silence only made him feel lonelier. Oh! Now his front legs shook. It must have been the cold, he told himself.

"Pathos, love?" Celestine said softly, brushing his side, "Is something wrong?"

He bit his lip. The gem embedded in her forehead gleamed as if author of its own light. No, she didn't deserve to hear his dejected ramblings.

"N-no. Fine. Everything's fine."

With that, he broke off contact and walked closer to the bed. His head was almost throbbing with the tide of thoughts flowing through it. Sleep, he kept repeating to himself, he needed sleep, dreamless as it may be. Pathos plopped himself on the straw bed, only somewhat taking note of its dampness. Soon his chin came to rest on his crossed paws. Nothing sounded sweeter than to merely doze off right about now.

As expected, Celestine's pawsteps neared him, and she set down right by his side, furs ruffling against one another. Eyes closed, he smiled, thankful for her company. And he would have kept smiling, had Celestine not slipped off the bed with a yelp.

"O-oh," Pathos breathed, blinking his eyes open, "S-sorry. I didn't notice it was too small for both of us. Here," he shuffled his body and relocated to the bedside.

Illuminated by the feeble lamp, Celestine raised a bemused eyebrow at him.

"What are you on about?" she said, her voice betraying concern, "The floor's humid, and dirty. You can't possibly sleep there! Maybe if we twist ourselves a bit..."

"No, really, there's not enough space," he repeated, "Besides, I've gotten used to sleeping on the floor."

As if to convince himself of that, he lowered his body onto the stone pavement just beside Celestine. At once he realised no part of that statement was true: the floor felt as though made of ice, and even an hour of sleep would have been impossible without catching some horrible disease.

"Oh, come on..." she cooed, "You're awful at lying, and we both know it. What is it? It makes me feel … useless, seeing you like this." To complement her point, she shifted closer to him, laying on her side.

For what felt like the longest time Pathos made no attempt to speak. A vicious storm was brewing in his head. On one hand he felt the undeniable pressure of emotion threatening to break his floodgates, and the prospect of relieving it with his partner seduced him more than ever. Yet to infect her with angst, he felt, taint her soul like a wretched leech sucking her of vitality, would result in an act more treasonous than his mind slowly corroding under its own influence. He was the dead. The world would be hers to take. To childishly deny her that out of a sense of vague injustice would mean betraying their love.

But—!

Now he turned his head back, and her eyes were drilling into his conscience, into his defences. The entirety of his previous mental discourse fell apart in a whim. With a quivering lip, he capitulated.

"I-I can't … I can't do this anymore. It's too much. The meteor, the Influxes. It feels like everything's about to come crashing down…" his voice became more tattered and shaky with each syllable, as tears began streaming uncontrollably from his eyes. Soon he lay his cheek on the icy floor, his entire body trembling with sobs, bawling sonorously.

He felt Celestine's muzzle dig into the fur behind his neck. "We got this far, didn't we? Who's to say we won't make it even farther?"

Through his tears, Pathos could not help but smile. Tiny cackles interrupted and mixed with wretched sobs. Blind optimism had always been her signature mindset, even against seemingly ridiculous odds.

"I really w-wish that were the case. I … I just don't know what t-to think anymore."

A few seconds went by in a complacent kind of silence. All he felt were the tears running down his cheek, and Celestine's paws mindlessly stroking his back fur. He could nearly palpate the tension stretching and aching his muscles to breaking point. It had been accumulating for weeks, ever since that disastrous battle at the Pelorithan Heights.

"Maybe we've been thinking too much," the Espeon said in a voice as low as murmur.

Pathos said nothing. In a way, she was right; to reflect on the larger picture any longer would fragment his sanity and burn it to cinders. But how could he refuse to think? The entire world could have literally turned into a hollow shell of its former self, and there was probably little he could do to stop it. No, to block such pressing matters out of his mind was simply untenable.

"I know," he croaked back, "It's hard not to."

However, he was soon catapulted out of his own internal world when Celestine began unhooking herself from his body, bolting to her feet as if seized by an unexpected bout of determination. Bemused, he turned his head to the other side.

The Espeon was standing firm, eyes drifting constantly between his own and some non-descript point in the wall. She idly pawed at the ground. Her breathing was visibly ragged, as if thoughts were swirling around wildly in her head. Then, she suddenly thrust her face forward and kissed him.

Pathos meeped in surprise as her lips suddenly pressed against his, reeling back momentarily out of sheer surprise. Spikes of warmth began shooting through his brain, as his body lowered its defences and welcomed her attentions. A paw of his automatically shot behind her head, pressing into the soft fur, cradling her head as they smooched, eager for a taste of the other's lips.

Strangely, the floor did not seem so unbearably cold any longer. He detached from Celestine to regain his breath, their lips still connected by a string of saliva. Each pant exhaling from their mouth seemed to add to the sparks of electricity crackling all around. He stared longingly into her eyes, and she stared into his.

"Pathos, love, I…" Celestine breathed deeply, unable to find the proper words.

Before she could finish her train of thought, Pathos leaned forth and their lips met once more. She had been his companion ever since the world began falling apart and an unannounced Influx swallowed his home town. When she'd admitted her love for him just two weeks prior, his mind had finally gathered the force to not collapse. She was all he had left.

With too many memories emerging, Pathos abandoned all thought, and lost himself into the kiss. Paws began roaming freely across his chest. He arched his back against the floor, emitting a content sigh. Those paws rubbed up his chest, down his sides, then slithered over to—

Suddenly, a gasp broke off his kiss. Something prompted his body to stiffen much like a wooden plank. Now she was rubbing his crotch—and not a fleeting touch, but one with very precise movements, applying gentle but significant pressure, as if to shed doubts about her true intentions. His breathing was beginning to lose rhythm.

Redness flashed across his cheeks, eyes widening. "… C-Celestine? What are you...?"

"Now, just relax and let me help you get your mind off of things," she offered him as genuine a smile as possible, though he spotted her own blush beneath that lavender fur.

"W-wha?"

Thoughts and sensation buzzed all over. It was becoming increasingly difficult to veer attention away from the nature of her act, and how unexpected, and naughty, and … pleasurable it felt.

A fervent tingling sensation accompanied the increased rush of blood toward his nether regions. The longer she continued, the more his mind gingerly considered just submitting to sensation and withhold all questions. Unable to form a coherent question, he conveyed the flurry of confusion through his gaze.

Celestine inhaled sharply for a moment. "I … I just want to help you relax. Lift your spirits a bit. What good am I as a mate, otherwise?"

Pathos' face turned a deeper shade of red than even a Charmeleon's. Truth be told, never had the thought of her as a sexual companion loitered in his mind, outside of fleeting daydreams. Perhaps the recent turn of events served to suppress any real intimacy between them—always his anxiety, waking up a bundle of nerves!

"Besides," she lowered her head and gave a prolonged, saliva-coated lick to his peeking sheath, flushing furiously afterwards, "We both need this."

Pathos shivered in desire. That flick of the tongue magnified his arousal more than he'd thought possible. Any traces of inhibition were all but evaporated. He felt so vulnerable like this, laying on his back, legs stretched wide, his most intimate organs exposed and growing in her direct view. Yet, the vulnerablity only further teased his libido. After all, it only felt right that she would be the one; whom better to share his deepest secrets with, bare himself naked, and still feel loved and wanted?

In response to his palpable longing, Celestine only applied more pressure. Pathos had to bite back a groan, nearly squirming. Oh! Now his pink, fleshy member now began peeking out of its sheath, already halfway erect. A small drop of precum oozed from the pointed tip.

Celestine watched attentively as his shaft grew before her. From her expression, he could tell that she was simultaneously intrigued and excited at the sight, analyzing each feature much like one would a new, undiscovered species.

Only growing more excited at her continued gaze, it did not take long for his cock to reach full size. It sported two spheric bulges at the base—his knot—which only enhanced the semblance of length. Afterwards, his shaft maintained an eye-pleasing girth until the very end, where it tapered off akin to an arrowhead. While he'd never quite gotten the chance—nor the desire—to compare himself to other males, he felt comfortable about his own size; Celestine's continued gawking was merely an exercise in gratification.

"D-do you like it?" Pathos mumbled with a sheepish smile.

Celestine planted a kiss on his lips, one of her paws reaching down to squeeze his middle shaft. "W-well … yes. That's not important, though."

Pathos suspended his breathing when Celestine's lips began tracing down his neck, then about his chest, then detaching to hover over his throbbing cock. The Espeon neared her nose, almost touching it, taking in its musky smell. He could smell it too: it was copious enough to fill the air, heavy on the lungs, seizing one's brain entirely.

Celestine remained staring for a few moments, unsure how to continue, then hesitantly wrapped her paw around his member, just below the glans. Though hard to see, he took notice of the fact that her back legs were rubbing together continuously.

Pleasure tingled throughout his body as she slowly brought her paw downwards, touching his knot, evoking deep moans that seemed to originate in his larynx rather than his brain. He could only just about contain the impulse to thrust into her paw.

By this point arousal had superseded all other sensations. Every touch of her paw seemed to draw tension out, as though mere strings of electricity. His chest felt strangely light, filled only with Celestine's intoxicating smell and yearning for her closeness.

Pathos watched purposely as Celestine applied more pressure with her paws, now feeling his cock twitch and emit ever more heat under her grip.

Why any thought of hesitation had been present just a couple of minutes prior bewildered him.

Her two pristine eyes gazing up to watch his reaction, Celestine took a deep breath and ran her tongue along his tip, tasting the precum that had accumulated there. The result was instantaneous: Pathos gasped loudly, feeling like a jolt of pleasure had jerked his lower body in place. His cock started twitching at an erratic pace. Never could he have expected the pleasure rocking his world—and only from one lick!

Now her paw travelled upwards, again stopping at the glans, while her other paw reached for his ballsack, fondling each testicle carefully. Pathos held his mouth open, for his body demanded ever increasing oxygen to process the sheer pleasure surging everywhere. Although both of them were inexperienced, Celestine eventually settled in a pattern after watching his reaction long enough, visibly growing more confident. He could easily discern the intertwinement of excitement and nervousness in her movements. The pumping motion began gaining momentum. Before long, she'd figured out which spots and actions drove him mad: licking at the tip, squeezing his shaft, groping at his knot, pulling and caressing his balls. Pathos could only lay there, paralysed, legs moving in near-spasms as he lost any pretence of self-control.

Now she was squeezing his tip between two digits. The Espeon did not get very far, however, for he bucked his hips upwards quickly, sliding the rest of his length through her palm until she was resting on his moist knot.

Pathos almost considered gathering enough sobriety to apologise, but then—oh! His attention was set wholly on Celestine's nuzzle bearing down on his cock, mouth hanging open, tongue lolling free. For a second she seemed to hesitate, aware of the lewdness of such act. Hesitation turned rapidly into eagerness. Soft, warm breaths caressed the sensitive flesh, soon followed by a moist tongue as she engulfed the head into her equally warm mouth, questing lips wrapping past the glans to meet tightly as she sucked slowly and rhythmically on Pathos' penis.

His face contorted in all shades of pleasure. An unmistakable pressure was beginning to accumulate deep in his nether regions—he wanted, desperately prayed for this ecstasy to continue, but his body couldn't take much more.

Come on, don't be a wimp; you can't finish just when the best part's started! A voice arose from within his head, though it was difficult to hear even that with a pair of soft lips on his cock. Next her tongue was lapping up the nearly-continuous streams of precum oozing from his tip, before she broke free of his heating member, loosing a few drops of saliva in the process.

"Do you like it?" she blurted out in a hurry, managing the sheepiest of smiles and looking away for a moment.

"Y-yes," he gasped out, although his expression spoke all for itself.

A genuine smile beamed upon Celestine's flushed cheeks. It was all she needed to continue—to then bring her lips upon his member, this time enterprising past the glans and engorging a few more inches of his shaft.

Pathos cursed softly, back arching as he impulsively tried to ram as much of himself as possible down the willing Espeon's throat. He caught her pupils dilate at the sudden movement: now her mouth housed his cock up to midway, and, albeit it took a couple of seconds for her to adapt, her tongue was soon back to gratifying his cock with surprising yet welcome impetus.

This state of affairs continued uninterrupted for some minutes, while the room echoed with their shallow breathing, exchanged intermittently with brief gasps on his part and muffled gags on hers.

Right then, however, Pathos' body hurled past the point-of-no-return without him quite realising so. The paradisiac sensations offered by Celestine's tongue and her slow, deliberate bobbing were simply too much to take.

An intense shiver of pleasure running down his spine announced the incoming orgasm. Seized by a current of need, his paws dropped on the back of his partner's head, forcing more of his cock into her mouth, locking her in place.

Then it came. The initial spurt was accompanied by fervent twitching from his cock, and he threw his head back and growled in elation as more and more gushes of cum were pumped into her throat at a steady pace. He could feel Celestine tense up in his hold; she gagged briefly and emitted a sort of throaty squeal of surprise, before she commenced swallowing the copious liquids pooling in her mouth and still increasing.

After one last pulse, the flood set on by his cock finally halted to a trickle. Not one moment after his paws slipped off from Celestine's head, the Espeon detached herself from his shaft—chiefly to regain her breath. The remnant gushes of his seed trickled out of her open mouth and down her chin.

Butterflies were fluttering about his head, and just about his whole body by now. The afterglow of his release clouded his mind completely, leaving his body and vision in a kind of dazed state.

Peering down, he found Celestine's excited face contemplating what they had just done, the lower part of her facial fur imbued with cum. Visual thoughts of the whole of her face covered by the mushy liquid aroused him so strongly as to send a new rush of blood to his previously-softening member.

"You … look so hot right now," the words escaped his mouth. Immediately he flushed; only fifteen minutes prior he never would have dared utter anything of the sort.

Celestine took a few extra seconds to breathe, smiling wryly. "Want me to wear this regularly?"

Pathos chuckled, still awestruck at just how high his pleasure centres had surged for a while, at how little any of his previous anxieties seemed to matter right now. Heck, he'd finished a bit too soon than he would have liked (there; his cheeks flushed again) but Celestine did not seem to mind at all.

Shaking herself out of a suspended trance, her eyes met with his. "So … did—did you enjoy that?"

"Are you kidding?" Pathos gaped jubilantly, "If I enjoyed it? Celestine, love, that was just … wow. I can't put the right words together. Thank you."

For a minute, both of them merely stared at each other longingly, giving up on trying to formulate coherent sentences and instead trusting their innate conveying of emotions. Rapidly, it clicked. They both knew what they wanted.

Pathos lifted himself on his feet, and decided to take initiative this time. Carried away by a bout of passion, he pushed the Espeon on her side to the floor, evoking a surprised meep, taking position above her as she shuffled until her back lay flat on the stone, belly exposed.

A smirk crossed his face. Now their roles were reversed. As much as his body was recuperating from his release and rising ever-so steadily in renewed arousal, he loitered a moment to reflect upon how thrilling it felt to be in control—her beautiful form stuck beneath him, powerless, bound to his every whim.

Pathos kept his eyes trained on the Espeon's pink, puffy slit, her clitoris peeking at him, the hole below twitching and glistening with the light of the nearby lamp. He felt his pulse throbbing in a now very familiar place. No visual confirmation was needed to establish that his member had sprung to full length again.

Waiting any longer became intolerable at once.

Pathos thrust himself upon Celestine's lips, experimenting with his tongue meeting hers and intertwining quite sloppily, but neither of them seemed to care. He took great care to angle his hips in such a way that their genitals rubbed against one another, eliciting a breathy gasp from both—a harbinger of what was to come.

From there, he reluctantly let go of her lips, if only to watch the defining moment of their relationship with his own eyes. With the aid of his paw, his cock settled between the lips of her entrance. His thick tip prodded inside her, and already tantalising jolts of pleasure beckoned him deeper. He duly noted—internalised narcissism, perhaps—just how big he looked right there, plenty enough to fill her up entirely and then stretch her some.

Drawing a long breath, Pathos let go of his inhibition and sank into her in one motion. Instantly his cock was buried inside her up to his knotted base. His breath seemed to lack for a second as unknown sensations assaulted his brain on all fronts. She was much tighter than expected, and her internal walls only squeezed his cock and syncronised with his own twitching motions. Pathos threw his head back, mouth agape. The pleasure was something otherworldly.

Pathos utilised the tiny fragment of self-control left in him to open his eyes again and look down at his loving mate. His vision had difficulty focusing so inundated was his brain with sexual electricity. Sweat covered her in a thin sheen, flattening various patches of her lavender fur.

"H-how is it?" he said shakily as he held his cock inside her for the first time.

"… Overwhelming," Celestine wheezed out, eyes wide, breathing so shallow one might have thought she was suffocating.

It was overwhelming for him, too. Every tiny movement inside her only caused her walls to clamp down on his shaft tighter, threatening to send his pleasure centers into overload and ensure a speedy orgasm.

"If-if it hurts, I'll stop."

"D-don't worry ab-about me. Enjoy yourself," she caressed his cheek, gathering up the most genuine of smiles.

Albeit the animalistic part of his brain demanded that he resumed thrusting into her at once, Pathos forced himself to remain still and wait for the intense sensations to plateau, lest he finish this magical moment between them too early.

When he felt comfortably clear of instantaneous orgasm, he withdrew his cock up to the tip, then buried himself inside once again. The slickness brought forth by both her previous oral work and the Espeon's own lubricating juices made it quite easy, even considering how tight she felt.

Both the Pokémon voiced their pleasure, his rough growl competing in loudness with her deep moans as he settled into a slow, bearable pace.

Celestine wrapped her arms around him, clasping to his shoulder blades, and pulled him closer. Both the Absol and the Espeon were a sweaty mess by this point. Their lips met, charged with passion. She was rocking back into him with every thrust, attempting to absorb more of his length each time. His body and hers seemed to operate in unison.

The smell of Celestine filled his mind entirely. The air smelled thick and heavy with it, and each breath Pathos drew filled his lungs with its hot presence. He craned his neck further downward to reach her inner mouth, pushing with his tongue and engaging in a nearly-ritualistic dance with her own. Meanwhile, his cock slid back inside her with an experimental abruptness, causing Celestine to yelp briefly. A combination of precum and lubricating juices had rendered both their genitals a hot, sticky mess, but the knowledge only further aroused Pathos and tempted him to increase his pace.

He knew such a choice would inevitably lead to a catastrophic climax within less than a few minutes—and that was his optimism speaking—but the sparks flying through his brain cast a hazy veil on any rationale.

With each thrust, not one inch of Pathos' being was not marvelling at how tight Celestine's clit felt, how her muscles stretched with his every thrust to accommodate his rock-hard, fiery member, how powerful and … loved it made him feel.

Speeding up his pace caused the last lines of control in the Absol's body to collapse. His heart pounded in his chest. Everything felt dizzy and unclear, as though his mind to reach the very apex of physical bliss.

Time was not composed of instants but of actions. Pathos purged his mind of every extraneous thought. There existed no world outside that chamber. There were no dear friends, no Influxes threatening to bring civilization to its knees, no rogue deity to defeat. Nothing expect them and their loving act.

The world felt theirs to take.

Quickly, he lost control of his own hips and had them pounding against Celestine's back at an alarming speed. Feeling his cock throb like mad with every thrust, he took one last shaky breath and shoved his knot—now fully enlarged—inside her needy, gripping cunt, spreading it even wider. He pushed his tongue deeper against Celestine's own with renewed impetus just as his cock reached her womb; the deepest point.

In that moment, the pressure within in his abdomen burst. He clutched at her tighter as his balls tightened up, followed by his member twitching and pulsing as cum erupted inside her. The entirety of his body shuddered wildly and he lost himself in a loud, prolonged moan. Spurt after spurt of cum was pumped in her depths at maddening rates, a stream that never seemed to end.

Her body soon joined his in ecstatic release, her inner walls shuddering and milking every last drop of seed.

He struggled to breathe, moaning a mixture of curse words and his lover's name. Inside of the latter, he could feel his cock twitch violently for the last spurt of cum joined the absolute mess that was her steaming cunt. Everything was hazy. His body felt weak and shaky, as though he'd pumped every last drop of energy as well. Pathos let himself fall down upon Celestine's body, but she turned to the side, so that both of them could rest their cheek on a hard surface and look into the other's eye more easily. Their bodies refused to disentangle, intertwined in more than way—quite literally, with his cock still firmly nestled between her legs. His engorged knot meant that it would remain in position for hours on end—not that either of them wished to do otherwise.

The idiotic-looking grin on his face only grew wider at the thought. He could distinctly feel individual strings of cum around the rock-hard shaft. Everything inside there emitted an unbelievable amount of heat. It all felt so … official, as though an elaborate ceremony to claim the Espeon as his. To seal their love once and for all.

"Hey … the connotation is very fitting, isn't it? Tied together—in every sense … of the word."

"Y-yeah. It is," Absol chuckled vapidly, still lost in the hazy afterglow.

But while he mindlessly stroked the fur on her head, the previous conversation about their awaiting destiny entered his mind.

"Celestine?"

"Hm?" she hummed, giving him a dreamy look. He could not help but gaze into those eyes. They made him feel less alone.

"Whatever happens to us, I … I love you. I love you. And—and I couldn't be happier for the times we spent together. Th-thank you," he spilled out shakily. Tears were starting to form in his eyes. No, he told himself, no time for weeping. This was a moment of conciliation. One of happiness.

"Pathos, love," she said softly, grabbing a hold of his chin. "Look at me. We're going to make it through. Nothing will happen to us. Okay?"

Pathos nodded, smiling, a lone tear trailing down his cheeks. This time, it was a tear of happiness. He was about to say something, when a shift in his lower abdomen caused both Pokémon to yelp loudly, their interlocked genitals now hypersensitive to the tiniest friction.

Both Pathos and Celestine laughed at that, losing themselves in each other' arms, their breaths slowing with each passing moment.

Strangely, he did not mind sleeping on the pavement that night.

The End