Author's Note:
To start the new year off with a bang, we have a special chapter that will be the very first told from the perspective of a Pokémon! At various points in the story going forwards, we'll take a break from following Alex and get a chance to see what one of his furry friends is up to! These chapters will be written in third-person to differentiate them from the normal ones and will usually be shorter to give me more time to work on developing the ongoing story. The demand for Lilycove far exceeded my expectations, so hopefully these mini-chapters will make up for the long absences. Juggling university work, writing fanfiction and my hobbies isn't easy, but it's worth it every time I get to read one of your reviews! Feel free to tell me what you think about this new style of writing, as I attempted to capture the personality of the featured Pokemon within the narration. You can probably already tell who the focus of this chapter is by the title, but you might want to read along with a dictionary in hand to understand his strange, eloquent speech! I hope that I captured his odd personality properly.
Anyway, please enjoy this new, experimental chapter as it was an absolute blast to write! We'll be back to the normal style for Chapter 13. Thanks for being an awesome fanbase!
Wren sighed dejectedly.
It had been a couple hours since all of the humans had fallen into a deep, unconscious state, ghosts of contented smiles still faintly present on their impassive visages. Some still clutched at the peculiar, sweet-smelling glass containers which Wren did not wish to imbibe in for fear of losing control over himself. It was as if the four humans still desired to continue with their debaucherous revelry even in slumber. Their paltry stamina had pulled them unwillingly into the dark, unforgiving realm of rest far before any of them had intended to finish their encounters, but inappropriately, he was still awake. Sleep frightened him. Try as he might to reassure himself, sleep reminded him of being trapped in that unnerving, digital sphere. The two were not dissimilar, both endless voids from which conscious escape of was not possible. Inevitability had always perplexed him to no end.
And so, there he was – crouched over his oblivious trainer's limp body like an ornamental gargoyle, watching quietly as the human's bare, slender chest undulated with every shallow, instinctive breath. They appeared so fragile while incognisant. With one deft swipe of his frigid claws, he could snuff out a human life like effortlessly blowing out a candle-flame. Grimacing, he shook his head and scolded himself silently. If he was ever going to live a normal existence, he would have to stop thinking in such a deplorable manner. He was safe. Morbidity was not a useful asset to him anymore. His days in the wild were over forever.
"He looks really cute when he's asleep, doesn't he?" a sonorous, innocent voice whispered from somewhere inside the obscuring shadows, swiftly snapping him from a morose stupor.
Eloise. Wren assumed that the young Swablu had fallen asleep before most other denizens, due to her delicate stature and immature, hyperactive temperament. Such a small creature needed sufficient rest for healthy growth. She was still a mere hatchling, after all – not old enough to stay awake near the imminent sunrise. Had he been a braver specimen, he would have told the prodding avian to leave him alone with his intrusive thoughts, but she was his comrade now. They were bound together in the resilient twine that was the undying love of their slumbering trainer. That was perhaps the only aspect they would ever wholly share. While he attempted to think of a suitable reply to the whelp, the Swablu pulled over a mound of comfortable fabric towards him with her beak. Wren believed they were called 'pillows'.
"I suppose so, yes," he replied curtly, brushing aside a lengthy, stray hair from Alex's vacant face with a careful, freezing claw. He couldn't begin to explain his dear trainer's need to maintain such an unusual, bothersome hairstyle. He let himself smile softly in the darkness. Amusingly, that had been one of the questions constantly plaguing his rapid mind as of late.
"Did you have fun tonight, Wren?" Eloise asked excitedly, seemingly unable to stay on a single topic for more than a few seconds. To others, her curiosity was likely endearing.
"As much merriment as one like myself could have in this circumstance," he responded, noticing that his cumulous comrade's beak twisted in confusion at his odd pattern of speech. "I had quite an enjoyable, intelligent discussion with a veteran member of Hannah's team – Oleander the Toxicroak. He's very intriguing, albeit with a somewhat unsettling mindset."
"I… don't really understand what you mean, but I'm glad that you made a new friend!" the Swablu chirped simply after a prolonged pause. It bothered Wren that he had to handicap his archaic vocabulary when conversing with the hatchling, since selecting the most elaborate words and phrases helped to ease his mind when facing foreign, adverse social situations. Perhaps it was for the best that she could not comprehend all of his words for the time being. She would learn them soon enough. He was playing an accidental role in her education.
"Although, I cannot help feeling like an outsider in a place such as this," Wren exhaled laboriously, deciding to confide in the boisterous creature. Her innocent, humble mind could assist in soothing his unstable nerves. Sometimes, a simple approach was refreshing. "Witnessing so many sexual acts in such a casual manner was startling, to say the least."
"Well, haven't you already experimented a little with Alex?" Eloise questioned, her melodious tone growing more subdued as she bounced closer to his hunched, glacial form. Her woollen feathers caressed his dense, wiry coat compassionately as she nested amongst the fibres of the white, tattered pillow by his side. It was comforting. "How is this different?"
"Alex is… special," Wren stated, failing outright to find an appropriate word that encapsulated his complex feelings. At least Eloise would understand him. "Presently, I have minimal desire to seek pleasure elsewhere, especially with those I am unacquainted with."
"So, you only want to mate with your friends?" Eloise clarified, impressively managing to understand his hushed words without fail. Perhaps he should begin giving her more acclaim. "I don't think that's weird, Wren. I want to share fun, special things with my friends too!"
"Affirmative," he blushed, wondering if the compact, blue avian considered him to be an ally. "In all honesty, I was rather disappointed that Alex and I could not consummate our love this evening, although, upon analysis, that may have been for the best. I did not wish to indulge Alex when his mind was addled by that strange substance all the humans were imbibing in."
"You're a strange Pokémon," Eloise warbled softly, wrapping a gentle wing around his waist and patting smoothly at his quivering back. Surprisingly, he did not feel himself tense or flinch.
"Of that I am aware," the Sneasel responded with a subtle, embarrassed smirk. The warmth emanating from her cloudy pinions started to melt the translucent ice coating his bitter fleece.
"Strange… but really cute," she quipped, caressing him in an uncharacteristic, sultry fashion that was eliciting warmth in an entirely different manner. Erotic images began to invade Wren's hurried mind, overloading his senses and causing him to finally shudder under her touch. Her compliment made him turn scarlet. "Tell me Wren, am I one of your friends?"
"Truthfully, I have no experience with these types of relationships, but since we are both under Alex's care… that is to say, sharing a common environment…" Wren flustered, overwhelmed by the sudden rush of pervasive thoughts assaulting his weak, fragile psyche. He avoided the curious gaze of the temptress, choosing to stare at his unconscious trainer. "Would, in fact, make us acquaintances, yes? I am not sure. It is a troubling conclusion."
"Just relax," Eloise comforted, preening his moistened coat with her white, powerful beak. "Your body is telling me all that I need to know. It happened with Alex and Baxter too."
Bewildered, Wren peered down at himself only to be met with the tapered head of his small erection poking out from a dense, murky sea of fur. The fleshy, red member was clearly visible even in the gloomy darkness. His crimson eyes widened as he shielded the manifestation of his lust from the young Eloise's view, cursing eloquently under his panicked breath. He had managed to maintain his dignified composure throughout the entire evening, even amidst all of the arousing, debaucherous sights and sounds. And yet, he had fallen at the final, simplest hurdle. Boreal claws sent a chill down his spine as he grasped at his surging member, turning away from the curious Swablu, even though he wished to stay motionless.
"Since we're friends, do you want me to take care of that for you?" Eloise asked innocently, flapping her velvety wings until the two were face-to-face once more. "I feel bad that you went the full night without mating with anyone. Friends should help each other, right?"
Yes. No. Two concise options appeared before Wren out of the obscuring twilight. Despite his hesitance, he could never fully resist the devilish desire welling up inside of him, but was this truly what the rational side of him wanted? He stared at the unjudging eyes of Eloise in suffocating silence as his throat seized, heartbeat loud as a drum in his sensitive ears. Suddenly, past advice from Alex during their encounter in the forest joined the two warring options and provided some much-needed clarity, as if his trainer was awake and speaking them aloud. Wren allowed these memories to resound through his skull, placating his anxiety.
"There couldn't be a safer environment for you to figure yourself out."
"You don't have to be so self-conscious anymore."
"Those urges have become part of why I like you so much."
"Yes," Wren finally chose, willingly exposing himself after a composed, wavering exhale. Eloise's avian eyes swiftly fell upon his rigid, surging member. "I suppose you are correct."
"Good, I knew you'd agree with me!" Eloise chirped ecstatically, causing a few humans and Pokemon to shift and murmur in their inebriated slumber. She beckoned him towards the comfortable pillow and flashed a warm, loving smile. As best she could with a rigid beak. "Now come over here and let your new friend warm you up a little…"
True to her titillating words, the moment Wren had settled himself upon the white cushion, her flocculent wings had already enveloped his body in a tight, heavenly hug as she pushed her rotund form against his narrow chest. Writhing uncontrollably between his knees, the puffy lips of her entrance stroked his glacial shaft and teased it to full girth. Gazing upwards with infatuated ardour, she opened her beak and gasped breathily. His frosted skin must have been a new source of stimulation for his immature friend. Likewise, her gentle warmth had already submerged him into a placid pool of pleasure, even without the imminent penetration.
"You're so cold…" she moaned, her shrill voice muffled by his coarse hair. "It's like ice…"
Wren was receiving so much stimulation that he couldn't even begin to formulate a reply. Even something as simple as her hot breath sent scintillating tremors through his muscles, melting away his frigid exterior and making him feel weightless, swimming in the very air. Abruptly, the feeling magnified tenfold as the entirety of his penis slipped inside Eloise's entrance as if it had a mind of its own. The Sneasel felt lightheaded as the Swablu's sharp talons scratched against his thighs. She gyrated against his burning crotch as her cloudy wings massaged his back with their instinctive flapping. Her soft labia squeezed the base of his small shaft as the pointed head pressed forcefully against her pulsating, pillowy walls.
Overtaken by a primal, animalistic urge that reminded Wren of his time spent roaming the lawless wilds, he thrusted against the Swablu's feathered backside and grasped at her tail. Usually, his mind would be overflowing with thoughts and questions, but during this very moment, it was completely silent. All he could focus upon was the sick, hedonistic pleasure. Eloise clamped her beak closed to stifle her avian squawks, ripping out small patches of fur from his chest with each subsequent thrust. The pain only brought Wren more satisfaction and spurred him to buck his hips with even more intensity, until the two Pokémon were bouncing together in unison. Due to his regular, sub-zero body temperature, his appendages often felt numb and stiff, but now that they had been roused by Eloise's wings and insides, they were searing with life. His erection, most of all, felt like a rod of pure, otherworldly heat.
The dim, drowsing room was overtaken with muffled slaps and wet squelches, and the strong scent of sweat and Eloise's sweet juices flooded into Wren's delicate nostrils, lulling him into a foolish daze. Absentmindedly, his eyes wandered to his own trainer lying only a few feet away, oblivious to the sinful act that was being committed right under his nose. If only Alex opened his charming eyes, he would be greeted with the sight of Wren's manhood plunging inside his starter's pussy, with the music that was both of their pleasured groans, with the arousing smell of both their fluids seeping slowly into the white, sodden pillow below them. Surely, he would join the two of them if he were conscious. Maybe Alex would penetrate the Swablu's other, twitching hole, and Wren would be granted the honour of watching-
While engrossed in his fevered fantasising, he hadn't noticed that Eloise's movements had grown more frantic before it was too late. His rhythmic thrusting was interrupted by the delirious Swablu and her incoherent moans. Her inner walls clamped down on their invader like a powerful vice and pulsated with such intensity that it milked the orgasm out of him without warning. Watching as Eloise dribbled a trail of milky saliva across the dull, amber gem on his chest, his drooping, sweaty scrotum swelled and sent semen erupting from the slit atop his shaft. He pulled Eloise closer in a smothering embrace and held her forcefully down until he had deposited all of his thick seed deep within her core, body seizing in place.
They lay entwined until Wren's member retracted and fell soft once more, lost under his fur. The majority of his virile semen had leaked out onto his heaving belly and the nesting pillow, hardening into a clumped stain. Eloise nuzzled into his torso like the hatchling she was, surprisingly attempting to preen his stained coat with her keen beak, still drenched in spittle. Even though her stretched vulva was still steadily dripping onto the ruined, odorous cushion, she was doing her utmost to clean him off. He watched in fascination while basking in the serene afterglow, the familiar chill of his polar blood soon replacing the comforting warmth.
"Feeling better?" Eloise asked, after she had apparently satisfied her avian urge of grooming.
"Remarkably so," Wren whispered, the words coming to him instantly. "I hope that the experience was also enjoyable for you, as well. I have never felt warmth like that in my life."
"Yeah, it was fun!" the Swablu giggled, batting him happily with a weightless wing. "Although, for me, it was more like riding an icicle!"
"You have my thanks, Eloise," the Sneasel said after a relaxed chuckle. Humour had always been somewhat lost on him due to his prolonged solitude, but he understood that to be a joke. "You must have certainly noticed that I have a bothersome tendency to get mired in my own negative thoughts, but you have provided a rare moment of solace and pleasure for me."
"Well, we're friends and teammates now, so we have to do our best to help each other out!" Eloise responded, her jovial tone keeping Wren in high spirits. "If you ever wanna mate with me again, all you gotta do is ask nicely. Fun stuff is always way better when its shared!"
"Indeed," he yawned, fierce fangs glinting in the faint sunlight that had started to filter through the windows. "Though, I think it would be prudent for us to get some rest before everyone awakens. May we stay on this 'pillow'? The comfort it provides is astounding."
"Of course!" she chirped in response, cuddling deeply into the stained fabric and splaying her cosy, cumulous wings across his lithe body like a divine blanket. "Nighty night, Wren."
"Pleasant dreams, Eloise."