Miris laid under the canopy of the forest almost entirely alone except for the Pansage in his arms. The fire had long since began to die down to coals that lit the dense foliage all around them in a fain amber colored glow. Miris had managed to put together a bit if a tent for himself and the small grass monkey, which Miris found a little morbid, like building a house out of dead cats would be to a person, Mirrors worried so too would making shelter out if plant offend his newfound companion. But of course, Pansage didn't mind. As Miris held their little body close to his young frame, the teen thought often before he would try to fall asleep that the little ape smelled so much like basil and lavender that it almost overwhelmed him. But it mostly had such a soothing effect on the boy. He felt so at ease with the smell in his nose. Pansage, however, seemed to have long fallen asleep himself, eyes trained on the fire and finally clocking out long before the blaze faded. But in his sleep, as the coals faded further, the little monkey creature had begun to stir against Miris' chest and stomach, hunkering in down tighter towards the boy's lap. Mirris felt he might need to wake up the leafy critter before he snapped awake from what seemed to be a pretty potent dream, but something began to catch Mirris' nose in the dark, and then something else caught his ear. A scent of sweet sweat and pink roses wafted down on a cool, falling breeze heralded by the soft, distantly high up murmurs of a fe dozen voices each muttering segments of speech like "jum-jum..." and "hop-pop". Mirris looked up into the foliage noticing in it a countless array of grass types that had, in the daylight, been either out on the wind drifting until the sun went down and they landed above, or more likely, had been dormant in the harsh summer heat. There were Hoppips and Jumpluffs all waving in the cool night breeze on their many perches like ripe, strange berries. And down from them had began to fall a plethora of faintly visible spores of that strangely sweet smell. Mirris had worries for a moment that the spores had been offensive and possibly toxic in nature, like a defense mechanism. He'd heard once of a man brushing his hand along a large, spotted Vileplume flower in passing and wound up paralyzed for three days from the spores left behind on his finger. But looking deeper into his little mental Rolodex of plant type spire, he'd known also that some grass Pokémon actually used sweet scents to attract their kind, communicating an alluring sense of safety on the wind. And from the sight of the many round grass types in he trees that were coupled together, cheek against nuzzling cheek, that this must have been their way of soothing one another to sleep under the high, bright moon. Mirris looked down, quickly thinking that maybe Pansage was feeling a disturbance from the sweet smell in the air, but his eyes stopped on the leaf monkey's form, focused just below his little navel. Pansage had sprung a small but obvious pinkish-green rocket, an animalistic mini erection no more than a few inches link and an inch or even less thick. The pert lipstick hard-on was glistening at its tip and down the shaft with a bead and trail or precum all the way down to he base where his little balls had plumped up to an apparent size from within their usually tight and flush pouch under his stomach. Mirris blushed at the sight of the boner but made no attempt to look away, enthralled by the brazen display or arousal in the Mon's slumber. He knew that Pansage was well asleep and still his felt he should look away lest he be caught eyeing the member curiously. But after a few quick looks between Pansage's face, curled into a scowl of nocturnal need and his throbbing boner, Mirris felt a newfound bravery in his intense interest in the monkey's sex. Mirris made no moves at first, only watching as his hands barely made contact now with the ape's body. But slowly Pansage began to wriggle back against the trainer's body again, bringing Mirris' attention to a slow swelling in his cargo shorts. The herbal creature was unintentionally grinding the round of his small bottom against the ever mounting tent in Mirris' pants and that began to drive the boy mad. Maybe it was the sweet smell on the air drowning Mirris' inhibitions and making him drunk or maybe Mirris had always had that need inside of him, the need of another's touch and smell and intimacy. Whatever it was that drove him onward didn't actually matter in this moment. Mirris simply acted on it. His hand slowly slipped down and came to a rest on the ape's hip, planting just inches from the base of Pansage's modest dick, his fingertips able to press on the fat of the monkeys pubic mound and wobble the stoic harsh erection from it's base. And he did this off and on for a few momenta just to gauge the Mon's reaction. Once he felt safe in the Pansage's reactions, mostly prodding and pressing backwards onto Mirris' tenting shorts almost painfully hard, Mirris slipped his hand in slowly and curled his first two fingers and thumb around the monkey's tender cocklet. He stayed still at first, inky slowly allowing this hand to drift away and against Pansage's body in backwards tandem withghe way the little grass type pushed and rocked his hips against the boy's shorts. But slowly Mirris had begun to hold Pansage against his hips, grinding softly into he held-down form of the monkey 'Mon while gently jerking his member back and forth in a loose, slippery grasp. Pansage's cheeks flushed red with arousal and stimulation while his mouth hung softly open in a steady gasping pant. Mirris couldn't believe how much he was getting away with or that he was even doing it to begin with. This had felt so taboo and yet it felt so good, so RIGHT. Pansage moaned lowly in his sleep and Mirris had almost halted his stroking, jerking movements for a second. But as he felt the Pansage's stick begin to throb and sputter in his grip, warning early of a rising need for release, the boy began to squeeze tightly around the base of the monkeys little cock. The teen moved his hand back from the ape's length slowly and reaches down to unbutton his shorts, sliding them down off of his hardening, six and a half inch length. Mirris was truly drunken with list and the sweet smell in the air but also he craved the savory scent of the Pansage beneath him on his camping blanket. "Let me have this..." Mirris pleaded quietly as he grabbed his length and swabbed it with a wadded slurry of spit from his mouth, lubing and massaging his tip against Pansage's tiny, plump bottom "Let me have this and I know we'll go places together, closer than anyone ever before..." Mirris had spoken his need lowly like a prayer and slowly worked his tip just halfway into the grinding back of that ass, finding good leverage before grabbing the full length of Pansage's member in his fist. Using that 'branch' as a plunger, Mirris shoved forward just as Pansage's eyes began to drift open, half lidded in drunken ecstasy. Mirris gasped longly and silently into the night as he slipped the first couple of inches into that remarkably hot, tight honeypot. His face was contorted into a croaking, wordless collection of surprised and pleasured balking circles. His mouth hung wide open and his eyes bulged for a few moments before he found the self control needed to meet his bed mate's gaze. And there Mirris found a similar look of shocked pleasure and potent intensity. Mirris had only ever gotten this far with a piece of punctured fruit still in its peel, one he'd warmed by the fireside and used to quell his prior libidinal curiosity. But here he was experiencing the inside of a real, living, gasping being and it was almost too much. Pansage slowly rolled away from Mirris on the ground, needily pawing the dirt and kneeing against the blanket in the dark. But Mirris pushed up against the leafy critter to stay inside him as the two settled. The boy worried that Pansage was trying to stop him, to escape at first and didn't know it he had the strength or self control anymore to stop himself from taking the little monkey there in the open forest floor regardless. But slowly Mirris felt the ape nudge backwards onto his length a little and that was all he needed to reassure him. Mirris pressed down into Pansage, hilting his cock like a sword in a sheath, and groaned with pleasure into the open air. Pansage turned his head and reaches back with one if his creamy yellow colored paws, its soft fuzz welcome against hr boys hot skin. Mirris responded by slowly pumping the Mon's pole again in his fist while slowly emptying and refilling Pansage's tight, syrupy-slick hot cavity. Pansage groped and mewled sweetly underneath the boy's pimping, fit body, pulling Mirris down in such a strangely human way to kiss him on the mouth openly. Mirris slowly wrapped an arm under Pansage's waist and houses him up into his lap, the young man kneeling under the ape as he pumped into his hot little hole from behind and massaged the Mon's hard cocklet into the open air under their little leaf hut. The two.rocked against one another, but with his greater size, Mirris had become the cornerstone for every waggle and roll of the Mon's hips against he welcome invader in his little tunnel. A strangle nectar of natural lubricant oozed from both Pansage's member in the form of a sort of precum again but also a similar sapping, slick honey was seeping out of his ass and down Mirris' tightening nuts. Mirris felt his balls wanting to swell as the sap soaked into his sack skin, some unknown aphrodisiac effecting his very anatomy as he drew close to cumming. Just as Mirris thought it was all over, feeling the broil of pleasing pressures coming to a head in his loins, Pansage's hit ass tightened like a velveteen vice, wringing the ape's impromptu master for that not promised but implied fresh and potent load. Mirris gnawed his lips and growled out a long low grunt as Pansage began to cum in many surprisingly wide reaching Webby arcs of hot seed, spewing them down the boys knuckles and both of their tightly pressed balls. And as the Mon's hole milked him, Mirris let loose a haggard bellow of pleasure. Mirris unloaded hot torrents of cum deep into the ape's hole, his seed mixing with that sweet sexual honey before being forced out of the Pansage's hole in pressurized, seeping splatters that fell to the ground between his knees. The boys hand rapidly began to stroke up and down the monkeys member just as his first orgasm subsided, forcing another hot spew of webby ropes to erupt from that little reddish cocklet which had already been so overly sensitive from the previous release. As Mirris knelt there under Pansage, gasping for air in the afterglow of their raunchy little dees, he grabbed the tiredly lulling head of the Mon and tilted it up by the chin softly, pressing in for a deep, tongue filled French kiss with the green monkey Pokémon. Slowly the two would slump onto their sides and the night would turn into a blur that ended ambiguously in sleep. But by morning, the two would know from the amounts of cum oozing from the Pansage's loosened hole, that taste of seed in both their mouths, and the late time they woke up together, still coupled at the hips in a tight snuggle devoid of any penetration that the night had been long and quite eventful beyond their memories...