Kalamas POV….
Kalama paced back and forth inside her Pokeball. The interior of her ball was like a small field with a small line of trees surrounded the field. The field was about the size of a high school gymnasium, it was nice and spacious. Even the time of day changed inside the Pokeball, just like the real world. The only difference is it's all hers to live in.
"Awww, man….." Kalama muttered to herself under the artificial moonlight. She paced back and forth, as she smelled herself. The sweet smell that she releases when she is in heat, faintly lingered in the air. She doesn't know why she is like this right now, she has her heats in the spring, it's late summer. This has never happened before, to this extent. Whenever she goes into heat, a little warm feeling pulses in her womb and she wants some relief. But she doesn't take any, because she wants to keep herself intact, so maybe one day she can give herself to Mitchell. When the thought goes through her head, she feels a tingle shoot through her pelvis. She opens her mouth and releases a loud pant as she feels more of her fluids leak out, she blushes even more. She then slowly makes her way over to the tree she usually sleeps against, while doing so almost tripping in the little foxhole she dug as a Fennekin. She then steadily lowers herself down onto the ground and leans her back against the tree. She feels so hot, the heat consumed her women hood. But, she feels something else, something she never really felt as potently before. She just wanted Mitchell, no other man except him. She sits in silence except for her panting for 20 minutes, thinking about why she feels this hot. Then she suddenly understands it now after she took the time to think. She is lusting for him, even more than usual, so much so that she got wet. But the realization did not get rid of the burning passion in her nethers. She wearily looked down at her legs, which were stretched out away from her. She loudly inhaled through her nose as she pulled her knees up, to only a good ten inches away from her chest. She then planted her feet gently on the ground and spread her legs. She felt the cool breeze blow on her canine vulva. A loud exhale left her mouth, and she gasped a bit. She felt a bit of relief flow through her, the heat mostly subsided. "It must have just been a heat flash…"
But then she starts to water again, she knows for a fact now, to put it straightforward. She was horny for Mitchell, and her vagina was not letting up. Kalama started to take deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. Maybe clearing her mind would help her lust go away. She did for a few minutes, but it was still going strong. The heat was gone, and it was replaced by a tingly feeling in her women hood, and one in her chest as well.
"Ugh… Oh my god!" Exclaimed Kalama as she stretched her legs out one at a time, then returned them back into their prior position. She violently panted as she felt her warm fluids run out of her. Her hands and arms were shaking, as she tried to ignore it. Nothing was helping, every attempt she made, just made her get wetter. All she accomplished was just making herself frustrated. She finally sighs and she stops trying to make it go away. "I give up…"
Kalama then pulls her wand out of the fur on her right arm and places it onto the ground. She then takes her paws and parts her fur gown, exposing her long slim legs, fur covered pelvis and dripping vulva to the moonlight. She just felt the tingling and nothing but the tingling in her womanhood. She opens her mouth and starts to pant loudly, letting her body take over. She takes her paws and places them on her lower abdomen and slowly slides them down to her pelvis. She then slides them onto her inner thighs and starts to rub them gently. She feels her paws, gliding across her soft fur. Kalama releases a quiet moan as she squints her eyes closed. Then she starts to fantasize, she imagines Mitchell's strong hands touching her. She feels the tingling strengthen within her, and she feels more fluids leak out. She then drags her right paw over to her animal vulva and presses her fuzzy fingers against the lips of it.
"Ahhh….." Moans Kalama as she steadily oscillated her fingers over her vulva. The feelings of lust and pleasure shot through her. She just continued to gasp and pant loudly as she continued to massage herself, as she felt her wetness leak out. The feeling of her sticky juices aroused her even more. She then sticks one of her fingers into her vagina. The feeling of her warm wet insides on her finger and the stimulation of her womanhood sent bliss flying through her body. She bit her lip and squinted her eyes even more, and she then brings her left paw up to the orange fur growing out of her ear. She grabbed a handful of her fur and tugged on it lightly, releasing little moans and coos. She can see it in her mind, Mitchell's hands, rubbing her roughly but at the same time gently too. Then his tongue, moving and wriggling inside of her. She picks up her pace, pressing her finger inside of her faster. She lets go of her ear fur and presses her claws against the bark of the tree she is leaning against. She then starts to purposely shake her finger inside of her, pleasing herself further. Her fluids leak out of her vagina and down her rump.
"Ohhhh….. Mitchell. Gah!" Kalama moaned loudly, as she kept masturbating. She felt the flood of pleasure getting closer and closer. The only thing in her mind was Mitchell and nothing but him. She opened her mouth and panted aggressively. His body, his slim body, she just wanted to feel it. She wanted him to touch her and she wanted to touch him. Feel his manhood in her, sharing and feeling blasts of love. Kissing him all over, his face, his neck, and his chest. She then dug her claws into the tree bark, dragging them down the tree, ripping out bits of bark. She then felt drool run down her chin, and drip onto her body. Then suddenly she felt it. She then sat up straight and leaned forward, then used her left paw and pressed her finger deeper into her self. She gritted her teeth as she felt her ejaculation spray out of her, onto the ground.
"AHHHhhhh, Mitchell! " Kalama Squealed. She then removed her left paw and slowly moved her finger in and out of her, as the orgasm subsides. She lets a relieved gasp out of her mouth as she removed her finger from her vagina, letting a bit more of her fluids drip out onto the ground. Then she slowly leaned back to against the tree, and slowly caught her breath. Her orgasm that covered her pelvis cooled off with the breeze, and her scent filled the air. All she felt was Bliss. She felt tiredness and pleasure replace the lust and restlessness, that filled her before. Then she just looked down at the now damp ground and sighed. She forgot how good it felt, but then again this is only the third time she touched herself like this. The first time she did was when she had her first heat as a Braixen about 4 years ago, then the last time was a few months ago. She doesn't want to do it too much, because she does not want to take it for granted. She just, wants to share one with Mitchell, wants to feel his orgasm go into her womb. She felt even more blush flare up across her face and her skin crawls. She lets out a little giggle and rubs her legs in satisfaction. She then looks down at her vulva, the outer parts have a thin layer of fuzz on it and it was different. Then slowly her face goes blank for a second, and gears start turning in her head. She just looks at it for a moment, thinking. Then her eyes suddenly start tearing up, and she shakily picks up the edges of her gown and quickly closes it covering her legs, pelvis, and womanhood. Then she just sits there shaking, with her mind racing.
"Would he e-even like my womanhood?" Muttered Kalama, then tears started to run down her face. She then covers her face with her paws and started to gently cry. She felt sadness engulf her, the feeling of that no matter what she did, or how hard she has worked she won't get what she truly wants. She didn't like how she looked, she was an animal and the one she loved is a human. She has paws, he has hands, she has fur all over, he has no fur at all, they were so different. "Why… why do I have to be a pokemon? Why!?"
"He would never want to look at it, it's so weird! Gah!" Screamed Kalama as she grabbed a rock off of the ground and chucked it. She watched as it flew across the field, then she heard a loud thud as it hit the edge of the Pokeball. Then she just stared off breathing heavily, with her teeth gritted. She then spaced out, letting herself calm down. Trying to think of something good. Something that will remove her from the pit of sadness she just found herself in. Then something little, but sweet came to her mind. She saw herself laying down with Mitchell, their foreheads touching and staring into his eyes. Then her breathing steadied and she just closed her eyes. Letting the fantasy play out in her mind. Then she whispered to herself. "I will never get his children, but I will get his love. One day he will be my man, one day..."