First thing's first. You need a name, Haru the green espeon said to the not-espeon. They were still on the boat to Johto, though inside of Haru's trainer's room instead of in the doorway of the dining hall. The espeon frowned.
"Why would I need a name?"
Because, Haru said patiently into the espeon's mind. You will need something for your mate to identify you by.
The espeon pondered this. He didn't really need a name, he thought, nor did he even care about any name that wasn't his mate's. But if Haru insisted… "Fine," The espeon sighed. "What do you have in mind?"
Haru smiled, a rare sight. Something meaningful, he said. How does Iyoku sound? It derives from the Japanese word Iyoku-tekina, which means ambitious. Iyoku by itself means motivated. Rather fitting, wouldn't you say?
"Sounds good," Iyoku said impatiently. He really didn't care what he was called. As long as his mate was able to recognize him on sight then he was perfectly fine.
Haru read his mind, only able to pick up on current thoughts (an odd occurrence, as usually Haru would be able to see everything. Yet another dead giveaway that the other espeon wasn't even natural), and rolled his eyes. Well, you have nothing to worry about, at least. We're almost arriving in Johto, and once we get there, I'll be sending you on your way to find your mate.
Iyoku slumped over on the ground, feeling recklessly impatient. He forced himself to calm down.
Not long now.
Lycanroc stared at the female manectric lowered down in front of him. It would be so easy to just hop up and mount her, give her exactly what she was craving so badly… if only he could get it up.
Not that he had never found female canine Pokémon attractive before, it was just that he seriously couldn't bring himself to feel even the least bit excited at that moment. He stared at the females exposed slit, willing himself to feel even the slightest tingle in his loins, even the slightest urge to mate. He failed horrendously. Disinterest soiled his instincts like a curse.
"What the hell are you waiting for?" The manectric demanded, standing up straight and turning to look at Lycanroc. "Here I am, a willing female in heat, and you can't even act like a proper male and take what I'm serving?"
Aha, and then there was that. Her scent should've been driving him up the wall and to the brink of insanity, and instead it smelt like something crawled up her ass and died. Suddenly self-conscious, Lycanroc snapped back, "I'm just not interested, alright?"
The female 'humphed' and trotted haughtily away. Lycanroc layed down on the floor of the daycare area and pressed a paw to his forehead.
This was so strange. Females had been literally throwing pussy at him from the moment his trainer had dropped him off, so he should have been in heaven. And yet, ever since the single time he had jumped the female human, Leita… he shivered involuntarily, already feeling his tip poke out of his sheath. He shifted inconspicuously, not wanting any of the females to catch sight of his aroused state and take advantage.
"Oh, so now you make your grand appearance?" He grumbled to himself.
"Nice," Leita muttered as she stared up at the elaborate design of the Goldenrod gate.
"You're telling me. Hey, do you think they'll give us a Radio Card for free?" Ven asked, practically bouncing with excitement.
Shiro just shook his head. "It is highly unlikely."
"Well, we'll never know until we find out," Leita decided, beginning to walk through the gate. Her three pokemon followed after.
The moment they stepped in, however, a frazzled woman with brown hair rushed over to them. "Excuse me," she said pleadingly. "Have you seen a combusken running around?"
"No," Leita replied, remembering what a combusken looked like. "Why, what happened?"
The woman ran a hand through her hair. "Well, he's part of the PokéAthlon Example Pokemon, and he ran off somewhere around here. That Pokémon cost us a lot of money to ship over," the woman said, stressing her point. "And since he has the ability Speed Boost, he just keeps getting faster and harder to catch every minute. If you see him, can you please grab him and return him to our facility? His name is Volcan."
Leita looked at her Pokémon. "Sure. I'm sure we can find him."
"Oh, thank you! Now, if you'll excuse me…" then the woman ran off, most likely to continue her desperate searching.
Leita smiled. "Alright, which one of you lovely canines wanna sniff out the little runaway?"
"Can't we get the Radio Card first?" Ven whined. "Or, even better, you can just send Shiro and Loki to find the bird and then you and I can spend some time together."
"No way," Shiro refused. "If you don't mind, I think I'll be the one to keep Leita company. So-"
"Actually," Loki hesitantly interjected. "If you don't mind… I would like to… talk with Leili. If you don't mind."
The two Pokémon were about to refuse when Leita herself jumped in. "That is a fantastic idea! Two noses are better than one, you know."
Ven looked momentarily confused, then realization dawned on his face as he glanced inconspicuously between his trainer and his fellow dark type. "Oh."
"What do you mean, oh-"
"Lets go find the stupid fucking bird," Ven interrupted, pushing Shiro along down the street.
"So, Loki, what is it you would like to talk about?" Leita had an idea, but she also didn't want to push him. Subtlety was key, after all.
The zoroark looked around nervously. What if all the people around them could somehow tell what he was thinking? "We should get a room at the Center, please. I'd feel more comfortableif we talked about this in private."
"Sure, whatever you need."
As she turned around, Leita smiled coyly. She was really hoping that she was reading her Pokémon right, and he was ready to hop on board.
After renting a room at the Pokémon Center, Leita made sure to discreetly lock the door. She didn't want to cause Loki to chicken out on her.
"So, what is it you wanted to talk about?" Leita asked casually, slipping off her hoodie so she was left in her thin tank top and leggings. She pulled those off too, not caring whether her Pokémon saw her underwear, and pulled on her comfortable shorts from her backpack.
"I just-uh, I…" Loki stuttered and tripped over his words as his trainer changed in front of him. Leita gave him a knowing smile.
"What was that?" She was now standing next to him, an arm wrapped around his waist. She buried her nose into his neck and inhaled.
"Leili…"
"Loki," she responded, nuzzling her way up his neck and to his cheek. He stuttered and Leita decided to put him out of his misery.
Grabbing him by the shoulders, she turned him around slightly and pressed her lips to his. He responded immediately, wrapping his arms around her hips while she draped hers lazily over his shoulders.
Suddenly, he pulled back, gently pushing her away.
"I've been thinking a lot about this recently…" he said slowly, a tad bit too nervous to fully meet her gaze. Leita patiently allowed him time to collect his thoughts. "I've seen the way you and the others interact. I… want that too. To have that bond."
Leita almost died on the spot. His nervousness was possibly the most adorable thing she'd ever seen in person. "I was beginning to think that you'd never ask," she said softly, re-entering his personal space and beginning to run her fingers through his fur. She kissed him again, and this time he didn't pull away, instead allowing his trainer to rub her hands down his chest, then between his legs, where his penis was peeking out of its sheath. She rubbed the tip, drawing a soft growl from her zoroark.
Loki pulled back again, this time to push her back onto the bed and crawl on top of her. He dragged his dark claw straight down the middle of her tank top, ripping it in half, and she laughed breathily.
"I suppose I'd better get used to this, huh?" He gave his signature mischievous little grin in reply, already tearing her shorts. Her panties came off with a loud 'rip' sound and Leita found herself growing aroused at the sound.
Leita pulled Loki back up to her face, attaching their lips together again. Swinging a long leg over his hip, Leita flipped them over so she was on top. "I like being on top as much as I like being on the bottom," she said in reply to his irritated look.
"Aww, don't be like that," she cooed, leaning down to kiss and nuzzle his face and neck. "I'll make it up to you, promise~"
Then she lifted herself up partially, lining up with her Pokémon's stiff cock, and dropped herself down slightly. She was only able to get a few inches in, despite her being dripping wet.
"Arceus," she panted, grinding down harshly in another attempt to hilt the zoroark inside her. Loki growled loudly, before grabbing her hips and pulling her down with as much force as possible, thrusting his hips up to meet hers halfway. Leita screamed for a second before burying her face into Loki's neck. Loki, taking this opportunity, flipped them back over so he was on top. Then he started thrusting. He was running on pure instinct by then..
Leita moaned and whimpered. He was much bigger than she would have thought, bigger than even Shiro and she didn't know whether she hated it or loved it. She was experiencing a fair amount of pain to go with the pleasure, and to say she didn't like it would've been a terrible lie. She tangled her hands in his thick fur for stability, hooking her legs around his hips, urging him to go faster as she gradually took in more of his length, eventually feeling his knot slam against her slit.
She had only taken a knot once, and that was with Lycanroc. Shiro always came before he could actually knot her, and the same went for Ven. Granted, Lycanroc had forced her to take the knot even though she had no idea about it and had actually been a bit scared by its sudden appearance, but it ended up being the hottest thing she'd ever experienced. Now she was sure she was about to be knotted by her zoroark.
Her thoughts proved to be correct as Loki began humping closer to her pussy, trying to slip his knot in. Leita finally shuddered with her first orgasm in what seemed like days, wondering just how long her dark fox could keep going like this.
"Holy fuck," she hissed as Loki's knot was finally forced in. She was overwhelmed by the painful pleasure that consumed her as she was knotted by a Pokémon for the second time. Loki emptied his load inside her immediately after, collapsing on top of his trainer. Leita didn't mind, he was warm and she was so tired. She was aware that she would need a shower, but she was almost certain Loki wouldn't be inclined to let her up for a long while.
Oh, well. She was content to sleep while the zoroark on top of her waited for his knot to deflate.