Hey guys. So, this one struck me this morning, and I knew I had to make it, regardless of how strange it might be, not least because it falls within my guidelines, and I found it interesting, if nothing else. Hope you enjoy!
Warning: This chapter has incest-play and lactation in it; if that's not your thing, do not read this chapter.
Playful Help, or Helpful Play?
Fyrell walked through the forest, for the most part just wandering around, with no particular goal in mind. He was a tough Lopunny who had trained himself to be very strong, in more than one sense of the word, and now he just did whatever he wanted, really. But, true to the nature of his species, that more often than not involved "having fun" with a variety of females. He wasn't excessively picky with who he had fun with, but he was particular about both parties having fun. The experience was just so much better with it. As he walked, he heard a somewhat despondent sigh echo through the trees, making him pause, ears twitching as he pinpointed the source of the sound.
He silently walked toward it, wondering who or what was disappointed with their life, and after a few minutes of careful tracking, he peered around a tree to see a Zoroark sitting on a rock, looking less than pleased with their life. He wondered what the problem was, until he saw a certain movement that made him suspicious. He sidled around the woods, keeping as silent as possible, even remaining quiet to his own ears, meaning he didn't have to worry about being heard by the lone fox. After wheeling around the Illusion Pokemon, he looked again to see what they were doing… or rather, what she was doing.
The arm movement he'd spotted earlier, combined with knowing her true gender now, established the problem to him, which left him more than a little confused as to why she'd had to resort to the act of masturbation to find relief, even though it seemed it did nothing for her, and with those sharp claws it was little wonder. He watched for a bit, not wanting to scare her excessively, especially not in such a vulnerable position for her, but it didn't take long for her to give up entirely on the attempt, looking thoroughly put out. At that moment, Fyrell decided he wanted to help this poor, unfortunate female, but needed to give it a minute before actually showing himself, otherwise she would be suspicious. After said minute, give or take, he walked out into the small clearing, looking around nonchalantly as if he didn't have any intentions. He faux paused upon seeing her, with her actually pausing upon seeing him, whereupon he said
"Oh, hello. I didn't see you there for a moment." She frowned, confused and suspicious, asking
"Who are you?" The Lopunny grinned, replying
"I'm sorry, where are my manners? My name is Fyrell. And you?" The Zoroark hesitated before answering simply
"Salome." Fyrell grinned, remarking
"As pretty a name as the female it belongs to." Salome blinked, surprised by his forwardness.
"Well, you get right to the point, don't you?" Fyrell laughed at that, telling her
"My dear, I only speak the truth as I see it, and the simple truth is that is an enchanting name, and you are a very beautiful female." Salome scoffed lightly at that, which Fyrell could hardly not hear, prompting him to ask
"You disagree?" Salome paused for a moment, not having expected him to hear, but with those ears she supposed she shouldn't be surprised. After a moment, she answered bluntly and bitterly
"If I am as beautiful as you claim, then why am I alone in the world now? My children have left to make families of their own, and now I have no one but myself." This set Fyrell's mind into overdrive, with him thinking
"So that's it. She'd already been claimed, had children, and raised them into adulthood, and is likely beyond safe childbearing years, which is why other males would prefer to chase someone their own age." After considering that for a moment, he replied
"Well, that's unfortunate, and certainly unfair to one as lovely as yourself. But if I may ask, what happened to your mate?" Salome scoffed again, explaining with distaste
"He had no interest in being a mate, just flitting from one female to the next." She looked him dead in the eyes, adding
"Not unlike yourself, I presume." Fyrell's smile was tight as he replied
"I prefer to think of it as bringing joy to as many females as I can. If it's any consolation, I'm not particularly picky about whom I choose, either. Young- up to a certain point, that is- old, beautiful or not, I'm happy to provide my services to those in need." Salome rolled her eyes, standing up and saying
"Well, your services are not something I need." Fyrell retorted
"Even if you can't find relief with your own fingers?" Salome gasped lightly and stopped, giving him a side eye look and asking less than convincingly
"I don't know what you're talking about." Fyrell raised an eyebrow, pointing to the rock she was previously sitting on. With trepidation she looked to see what he was addressing, and nearly groaned at the smattering of wet spots she'd left behind, a mark of her desperation. Fyrell didn't seem smug, though, instead walking up to her and saying gently
"It seems to me that your life hasn't treated you well, and I'd like to, at least in part, help fix that for you." Salome was skeptical, asking
"By mating once with me? With this old, used female?" Fyrell, grinning, retorted
"It may not be just once. As for old and used, my dear, you are not nearly as old as some of the females I've helped in the past. As for used, I'm sorry to hear that your previous… 'mate' didn't show you the attention you deserve. Why not allow me to try?" Salome sighed and rolled her eyes, not showing any fear as Fyrell approached, even while her heart was pounding a frenzied tempo in her chest. To buy time, she asked
"And just what kind of magical mating can you promise if I accept? Why should I take the risk when I can just trap you in an illusion and leave you insensate on the ground?" Fyrell grinned, asking
"May I demonstrate?" Salome sighed, replying
"Why not? Surely you can't be worse than the last male who I consorted with." Fyrell continued to grin as he approached her, only having to lift himself up slightly to press his lips against hers. He'd always been tall for his age and species, which helped in more than one way. Salome was surprised by the gesture, as her previous mate wasn't nearly as gentle as Fyrell was being with her now. Then she jolted and arched her back as Fyrell's finger trailed teasingly along her spine, sending shudders through her body. Fyrell smirked and pulled away, stating
"It has been a while since anyone paid attention to you. I can fix that for you." Salome was left breathing slightly heavily, reflecting on how little she had been caressed or anything of the sort throughout her life, and the small act alone- while not enough to make her tackle Fyrell to the ground- certainly made her more curious about what he could do to her. Fyrell noticed this, asking
"Want something a little more?" Salome hesitated for a moment before shyly nodding. Fyrell grinned, telling her
"Okay, but this time you have to ask me." Salome's eyes widened, with her asking
"What?" Fyrell, still grinning, told her
"Just say, 'Please, Fyrell, make me feel good again'." Salome blushed, accenting the red spots at the end of her lips, and she hesitated for a moment, during which time she grabbed some of her voluminous mane, fiddling with it in her nervousness, which Fyrell couldn't help but find adorable. After a moment of hesitating, Salome stuttered out
"P-please, Fyrell… m-m-make m-me feel…" She gulped nervously, far out of her element now before she finished
"-g-g-good ag-gain." Fyrell walked up to her, saying sultrily
"All you had to do was ask, my dear." He gently pulled her head down slightly while lifting his own, making their lips meet again, and gently, sensually kissed her, surprising her with how good this much felt. She knew he'd had practice, but still, kissing didn't normally feel this exciting… right? She yelped into his mouth as she then felt his paw on her back, not just his finger, gently sliding down until he reached her butt, whereupon he began to knead the firm, toned flesh underneath the black fur, and not long after he started this she began moaning in pleasure, feeling so much better than she had this morning, or even in years.
The moment lasted for what seemed like forever, though it couldn't have been more than a minute before Fyrell gently pulled away, leaving her disappointed, much to her surprise. With her previous mate, it had been nothing more than a simple "Wham, Bam, Thank you Ma'am!", except even that was a lie, since in reality it was nothing more than "Wham, Bam, See ya!", leaving her with three children to look after as a result. But now, here was someone who, without even being significantly more intimate than he had, managed to please her more, and even seemed willing to go farther with her. Fyrell grinned, asking
"So, did that strike your fancy?" Salome gulped and nodded, unable to deny it. Fyrell asked further
"Would you like even more?" Salome hesitated again, but the urges of the flesh could not be denied, especially not after so many years of denial, and nodded once more. Fyrell gently took her hand in his own, surprising her, and told her
"Then how about we go back to your place, and I can show you what you've been missing for such an unfairly long time?" At this point, Salome's mind was on horny autopilot, and she couldn't stop herself, even if she wanted to. She began to lead him through the forest, and after a few minutes the pair arrived at a cave that seemed well tended. Salome pulled Fyrell into the cave, allowing his eyes a moment to grow accustomed to the lesser amount of light as a result. He spotted a modest "bed" made of freshly picked leaves, which while not perfect, would most likely suit their purposes adequately. Salome turned to face Fyrell, saying huskily
"I believe you promised me some pleasure." Fyrell grinned, pulling her close and replying
"Indeed, I did. But I should warn you, there are very few things I won't do to give pleasure, unless I can't convince you to try." Salome shook her head, saying
"I don't care. Just make me feel like I'm someone worth being with… like I'm more than just breeding material." Fyrell smirked, promising
"I can do that." He quickly set them back up to kissing, but instead of going for her rear side this time, he focused on the front, raised his paw and placing them gently on the large tuft of fur gracing Salome's chest, making her gasp and pull back, asking
"What are you doing?" Fyrell told her calmly
"Exactly what I promised. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll like it." Salome hesitated again, but decided not to fight it, instead letting him use his experience to make her happy. She walked back up to him, resuming where they'd left off, her kissing him and he beginning to fondle her. In his experience, as with most humanoid Pokemon, the breasts could be found on the upper chest, which was why she had this large tuft of fur, both to protect and hide them, but that wouldn't matter in a moment.
Sifting through the fur, he soon found her breasts, and he was surprised to find they were still excellently plump, which would more than perfectly serve his purposes. He slid his paws underneath them while simultaneously sliding his tongue into her mouth, making her gasp in surprise, but took the momentary advantage to wrestle her tongue with his own, quickly trying to pin it to claim dominance. She fought back, and did so better than he thought possible, given her lack of experience, but he was glad nevertheless that she was getting into it, as he had something in particular in mind that he hoped to make work, but might need to convince her.
The paws he had gently slid under her breasts now began to play with them, always keeping it gentle, as pain was almost a surefire way to kill the mood in his experience. Of course, there had been the oddball or two who liked pain, but he didn't dwell on that. He had more important matters to attend to. The groping slowly moved from under her breasts to the front, kneading her slowly in the hopes of getting a special prize, and after several minutes of continuous effort, she pulled her head away, gasping with her tongue lolling out as he felt two distinctly warm, wet spots on his paws, and looked down to see the delicious whiteness waiting for him. He grinned and looked up at Salome, who was blushing again and remarked
"I… I didn't know I could still… do that…" Fyrell continued grinning and replied
"What can I say? I have many gifts." He wasted no time, leaning forward and quickly but lightly taking a dark nipple in his mouth, making Salome gasp and yelp at the same time, and began to suck on her, slowly but surely pulling more milk out of her. Salome, meanwhile, could only stand there, legs trembling, breath shaky, but at the same time holding onto him, already feeling so much more satisfied than she did this morning. After a few minutes of suckling on her, Fyrell looked up into her eyes, asking
"Did that make you feel better… Mommy?" Salome's eyes widened enormously, blushing furiously, and quickly backed away, saying
"What in Arceus' name is wrong with you?!" Fyrell rolled his eyes, telling her
"Oh please, I've seen much worse than this. Besides, you wanted to feel more than like breeding material, right?" Salome hesitantly nodded, prompting Fyrell to continue
"So, what better way than to make you feel like your helping someone in need?" Salome protested
"But I could never do such a thing with my own children!" Fyrell grinned, arguing
"But I'm not your child, and I never actually will be. We're just pretending, to make things a little… spicier." Salome had to take a moment to process that and let her heart recover from the shock. This was something new she'd never encountered before, and couldn't help but ask
"Is this something you've done extensively?" Fyrell laughed, telling her
"You'd be surprised how many females actually enjoy it. Of course, they'd never do anything like that with their actual children, but for pretend children… well, usually they find it thrilling, at least in my experience." Salome was still hesitant, to say the least, but said
"Well… just go slowly, if you must. I've still never done that." Fyrell nodded, replying
"Of course, I have no desire to cause you undue distress. Now, would you like to continue?" Salome nodded slowly and approached him again, saying
"But I don't know how to play along." Fyrell instructed
"Just go along with it for now, and if you can think of anything to add to it, do so." Salome nodded slowly, then gasped again as Fyrell took her other nipple into his mouth, suckling from that one, too. Almost as if by instinct, Salome stroked his head, as though he were actually her child feeding from her, and closed her eyes so as not to ruin the illusion, though at the same time she kept reminding herself that this was her sexual partner doing this to her, not an actual child. Once Fyrell was done, he looked up at her as she looked down at him, asking awkwardly
"Did you have your fill… sweetie?" Fyrell smirked, though whether it was part of the act or because he was amused at her attempt to continue it she wasn't sure, and answered
"Mommy's milk is best." Salome again blushed furiously, but her attention was quickly reclaimed as Fyrell added
"But I smell something even better. Can I try it, Mommy?" Salome, not exactly sure what he was talking about at the moment, nor where he was going with this, simply nodded. Fyrell quickly picked her up, making her yelp in surprise at his impressive strength, and gently laid her down on her "bed", then settled himself between her legs, spreading them and causing her to flush with embarrassment, which was only added to when Fyrell said
"It's coming from here. What is it, Mommy?" Salome stuttered and stumbled for a moment before saying
"It's… m-mommy's… s-s-special pl-place." She blushed heavily before adding
"It's… wh-where you c-c-came from… when you were… b-born." Fyrell looked up at her, appearing surprised, and since he already knew very well it was just an act, and it was blatantly obvious that she couldn't act to save her life, it was obvious that this was just the culmination of his acting skills, which Salome had to admit impressed her.
"I did?" Salome blushed as she just nodded. Fyrell looked at her lady bits for a moment, appearing to be roaming his eyes over every inch, and it took every bit of her willpower to keep her legs open for him before he asked
"May I… may I taste it, Mommy?" Salome gulped, never once having believed she would find herself in this position, either this day or any day. After a moment of gathering her nerve, she nodded, replying
"Okay… s-sweetie." Fyrell grinned and winked at her, making her blush again as he leaned forward, and yet again made her yelp as he began to lick her, at first gently, but growing more and more ravenous as he continued. Salome devolved into a moaning mess as this Lopunny whom she'd only met not even a full hour ago ate her out, bringing her pleasure she'd never felt before. Not long after he started, her legs wrapped around his head, and she screamed as her orgasm hit her, hard. After she relaxed and let him go, Fyrell lifted his head up, the fur around his face dripping with her juices as he said
"You're very sweet to taste… Mommy." This last word he said sultrily, and Salome panted as she slowly started getting into the lewd act, enjoying herself more than she thought she would. After getting her breath back, she replied
"I'm glad you liked it, sweetie." Fyrell told her
"But something hurts, Mommy." Salome sat up, thinking she had an idea where this was going, and asked
"Oh? What hurts, sweetie?" Fyrell lifted himself up and pointed at his penis, which was fully erect and throbbing with desire, and while it was neither the longest nor thickest she'd ever seen around, it combined the best of both worlds with decent length and girth. She smiled and told her "son"
"Oh, you have an erection, sweetie. It means you're very excited and want to have some fun." Fyrell cocked his head, really selling the innocent expression, and asked
"What kind of fun?" Salome grinned and gently pushed him to his back, answering
"Just lay back and let mommy show you." Fyrell grinned, seeing her finally getting into her role, and laid back compliantly. Salome grabbed Fyrell's member, telling him
"First, mommy's going to give your special place a massage." Fyrell quickly told her
"But your fingers kind of hurt, Mommy; they're a bit sharp." This gave Salome pause as she looked at her "fingers", realizing they were more claw than actual fingers, which was what stopped her from fully relieving herself earlier. Fyrell then suggested
"Why not use your milk-makers, instead? That should be softer." Salome looked down, confused for a moment, then smirked as she understood what he meant. She leaned down, hovering above him as her breasts dangled out of her fur, allowing them to be seen fully. She swung her body side-to-side slightly, causing them to sway alluringly as she asked
"You mean these, sweetie? Because they're called breasts, not milk-makers." Fyrell grinned, replying
"Okay, Mommy. Use your breasts to massage my special place." Salome nodded and backed up a bit, leaning down, and gently grabbed her breasts, using the fur around it to stop her claws from hurting her, and wrapped the luscious milk bags around his penis. Fyrell groaned as his manhood was surrounded by the gorgeous pillows, and more as she began to move them. This continued for a few minutes until Fyrell said
"Mommy?" Salome looked at him, asking
"Yes, sweetie?" Fyrell asked
"Can you also give it a kiss to make it feel better?" Salome blushed heavily at this. Did other females really do this that much that Fyrell could lead this completely uninitiated and sexually frustrated Zoroark that easily? Well, it didn't really make a difference. After all, as she had been reminded and kept reminding herself, he wasn't really her son. She pulled her breasts away and leaned in, giving his pecker a small peck. Fyrell groaned slightly, saying and suggesting
"That didn't help much, Mommy. Maybe more at the top?" Salome just nodded, seeing where this was going, and lifted herself up very slightly before kissing at his tip, causing it to twitch, and asked
"Did that help, sweetie?" Fyrell answered
"A little." Salome could feel her heart racing as she said
"Then maybe I need to kiss a little… deeper." Fyrell looked at her, asking
"What do you mean, Mommy?" Salome grinned and opened up her mouth, beginning to put his twitching member in, but remained mindful of her teeth, not wanting to hurt him. Fyrell let out a soft moan, which let her know she was on the right track and focused on using her tongue and lips to play with him. Fyrell told her
"Oh, Mommy, that feels so much better! Please keep going!" Salome grinned and pulled off for a moment, replying huskily
"Anything for my special 'little' boy." She resumed fellating him, feeling her womanhood clenching, practically demanding its own attention, but with her claws and no extended fur that was too dangerous to attempt, as she had found out before. It took a while with her inexperience and his undoubted experience and stamina, but eventually he twitched and exploded in her mouth, causing her to pull off quickly, and resulted in her getting splashed with seed on her face and chest. Both participants breathed heavily, with Fyrell watching as Salome slowly cleaned herself up, which was quite a turn-on for him. When she finished Salome asked
"Did that help, sweetie?" Fyrell told her
"It did at first, but when I saw you clean up, it started to hurt again." She looked down again to see that he was indeed erect again, which presented her with an opportunity she couldn't pass up. Fyrell caught her attention by asking
"Can I have another massage and kiss, Mommy?" Salome grinned, answering
"Yes, but I'm going to have to do it differently this time." Fyrell cocked his head, asking
"What do you mean, Mommy?" Salome stood up, her legs shaky and juices dripping from between her legs as she explained
"Mommy's 'special place' is special for a reason. It can massage and kiss yours at the same time. Want to try it?" Fyrell nodded, replying
"Okay, Mommy." Salome grinned as she moved to stand over him, then lowered herself so she straddled him, then gently took him and aimed him at her, slowing lowering herself on it and moaned out as she was penetrated for the first time in so, so long. She kept going until she sat completely on his lap, taking a moment to adjust, tremors wracking her body, and Fyrell commented
"Wow, Mommy, it's so tight, wet, and warm in your special place. It feels amazing!" Salome grinned, leaning forward and supporting herself on his chest as she told him
"And the fun's only beginning." They both moaned as she lifted herself up, then slowly lowered herself again, staying at a comfortable pace for the time being. When that was no longer enough for her, she picked up her pace, rinse and repeated, until soon she was bouncing on him at a steady rhythm, in absolute bliss. She didn't last very long, though, pausing as she moaned and clenched on the rod inside her, though to his credit Fyrell didn't do anything, letting her enjoy her moment. When she relaxed, she went back to bouncing, and the trend continued until Fyrell told her
"Mommy, it's going to happen again!" Salome, tongue lolling out again in pleasure, told him
"Do it, sweetie! Let it out inside mommy! Let mommy feel your love!" Fyrell grabbed her hips and simultaneously pulled her down while he thrust up several times before he moaned loudly and orgasmed inside her, leaving her to moan loudly as the warmth spread inside her. She fell forward, Fyrell catching her and embracing her gently. After a couple minutes of them catching their breath and basking in the afterglow, he asked
"So, did that deliver all I promised?" Recognizing that his tone and question ended their little playful session, she giggled and answered
"That and more. I certainly wasn't expecting the… little game we played, but I have to admit it was kind of fun." Fyrell smirked, telling her
"Who knows, I might have just made you a real mommy again." Salome rolled her eyes, retorting
"I wouldn't count on it." Fyrell chuckled, then said
"Even still, I can stick around if you want, and if I did I'll be more than happy to help you with what happens. And even if I didn't, I can still stick around." Salome smirked, asking
"Don't you have more females to go please?" Fyrell shrugged, saying
"I don't know. I'd be lying if I said I didn't take a particular interest in you." Salome was surprised by that, but weariness was overcoming her, so she yawned and settled against him, replying as she drifted off
"I think… I'd like that."
And that's it, folks! Hope you enjoyed it, and I'll see you next time!
