My fellow Arthenians:
*Cracks knuckles* Time to get serious again. I might end up getting in some serious ass trouble for reasons I won't go into, so expect either a severe spike or dip in my output pretty soon. But for now? I'm on that grind.
Zoroark's body swayed side to side slightly as he tried to remain upright on the examining table. He was considering dodging out of the entire procedure with another illusion and just going to find his trainer and get out. After a moment's consideration of the thought, he decided against it and turned his attention back to the Nurse, who had a small glass of a dark colored liquid in one hand. "Antidote," she informed him with a smile and handed the glass to him.
He watched her warily, cautious nature causing him to be somewhat untrusting of her. He was in pretty rough shape, however, so he assumed she was necessary for him to be restored to full health. He knocked back the glass like a shot, eliciting an enthusiastic "good job!" from the busty pink-haired human. He fought off a smile and set the cup aside. Immediately the edge was taken off. He still felt weak, but not in any danger.
"Now let's see those burns," the Nurse Joy prompted him, moving closer and motioning for him to lay down on the table. He nodded and obliged, spreading his arms and legs slightly. With a careful and light touch, Nurse Joy placed her hands on Zoroark's chest. Her fingertips worked through his fur to the skin underneath, looking for anything that looked burned. "None here," she muttered and gently massaged the sore muscle of his pectorals with a smile.
She continued looking over his body, taking note of the spots that had been hit by what she would guess was a Flamethrower from a Blaziken, if she were to take a guess. But that wouldn't explain why he was also poisoned. As she scoured his body for additional damage, she hypothesized silently what could have happened to him that would result in both status ailments. All the while, the dark type lay still, eyes even closing trustingly.
Nurse Joy turned away from him, fetching a bottle of what seemed to be some kind of ointment, labeled "Burn Heal". She squeezed some into her hand, working it between it and the other one before addressing the Zoroark, "This might feel a little uncomfortable, but I need to make sure that I get this on all of your burns." The powerful Pokemon on the table, feeling a little drowsy at this point, opened one eye and looked at her briefly before nodding.
Nurse Joy stepped closer, pausing a moment to marvel at the specimen in front of her. She had seen a lot of Pokemon come through the Center before, but only one other time had a Zoroark found her way in, a female. She had been surprised by the strikingly voluptuously womanly figure it carried, and she was equally impressed by the masculinity of the dark type on her examining table. They didn't seem quite so wild as the other Pokemon, but rather had an unusually humanoid feel to them, in appearance, feel, and even mannerisms.
There were attractive and unattractive Pokemon just like there were people, and as the Nurse placed her hands on a remarkably toned bicep, she found herself blushing as she admitted to herself that his appearance was...appealing, in a scruffy sort of rugged fashion. It wasn't the first time she had been attracted to one of another species, as she had previously found herself first jealous of a Lopunny's body and then entranced by it, but it was the first time the Pokemon had been one of her patients, so in her reach.
She finished applying the Burn Heal and squeezed some more into her hand. Setting her sights and her hands on his stomach next, which made her freeze with a curious frown. She pressed down a little, careful not to hurt him in the process, just to confirm what she had thought she had noticed when she had first touched this area. Yes, she was certain now that beneath all that fur was a set of washboard abs. Joy bit her lip, her eyes flicking to the Pokemon's face to see if he had noticed what she had done. Her face lit up red as she saw him open his eyes and she thought she had been caught, but then she realized she had just sort of stopped with her hands on his stomach, and hat was probably what he was looking at her for. She smiled and giggled and apology before continuing to gently work the ointment over the damaged flesh.
While she was focused on her work, Zoroark took the opportunity to take a better look at the woman tending to her. She couldn't have been much older than twenty, but he always had a difficult time judging age with humans. Her hands were small and delicate, perfect for the line of work she had aligned herself with. Complimenting her petite hands was her equally petite frame. She was a shorter woman, and her pink hair in her ponytail was probably somewhat long when it was down, as in the current style it reached about the middle of her back. She had a slender, gentle and kind face that expressed effortlessly that she genuinely cared for her work, that it was truly her passion to help others.
His eyes flicked to the white apron that she typically wore that she had draped over the rolling chair that she kept with her in the examining room, then back to the female. Without the additional fabric covering her, the dress that she wore looked much more revealing and casual. She had unbuttoned a few of the buttons on the top, and as she was leaned over to apply the Burn Heal, Zoroark noticed that he could rather easily see right down the top of it. Nurse Joy seemed to be rather well endowed, the dark type decided. Her bust was large and yet somehow rather perky, restrained internally by a lacy pink bra. When his gaze shifted down along her body, tracing the curvaceous frame hugged gently by the dress, it occurred to him just how short the dress was. The skirt of it, when she bent over, was raised up on her body, and he could see the curve of her butt covered by boyshort-cut pink panties that matched her bra in color but weren't lacy. He stared for a moment and his tongue subconsciously traced his lips before he felt her eyes on him. He met her sight before closing his eyes and both turned their heads shyly, both not mentioning that he had been caught.
The Nurse portioned out enough Burn Heal for the last target area, which just so happened to be the Pokemon's upper inner thigh. Her breath caught in her throat and she swallowed briefly. She told herself to be professional, but yet couldn't help but notice how close to his crotch the burn was. She shook her head of the thought, taking a deep breath and putting both hands down on the burnt area. Looking up at him, eyes still closed, then working the cream into the tender skin gently.
Zoroark made a quiet noise of discomfort that, at first, the Nurse had mistaken for a moan, and she flinched. When her hands moved slightly upon her reaction, Joy felt one hand move against something...big, something long and soft. Another wave of heat washed over her and she felt her cheeks redden even more. Was that...? She looked up at Zoroark again, who turned his head to the side slightly, the skin under the fur on his cheeks seeming to get a little more red, confirming Joy's suspicion.
She shifted her weight from foot to foot a little, working casually more inward and upward as she massaged the Burn Heal into his skin, seeing if she could 'accidentally' bump it again. It didn't happen. She looked at where her hands were and where his crotch was, seeing if she could innocently part his fur to just get a peek at just what it was her hand had bumped, but couldn't come up with any discrete way to do so. Because of this, she pouted to herself and turned away, and informed him in her light and enthusiastic tone that she was "all done~", her voice singsongy.
Zoroark went to sit up, but was stopped by one hand of Nurse Joy on his shoulder partway up, her other hand holding a clipboard. He looked at her with a frown, stealing a glance at her chest, which seemed to be on display even more now than it had been. Had she unbuttoned another button or two? "It says here you're well past due for another routine checkup," she declared while looking at the paper attached to he clipboard. The dark type issued a sigh, laying back down.
"It won't take long," the pink-haired girl assured him quickly and set down her clipboard. "I just have to get a quick look at you." Why hadn't she thought of this before? It provided the perfect opportunity for her to have her eyes and hands on him, and gave a logical excuse for it. She smiled at her brilliance.
She made short the work of a once-over on his upper body and face, trailing a hand down his muzzle for a moment, her heart pounding when she saw that she made him blush again. She looked down at his closed eyes and then at his midsection, but she already knew what her goal was. Her eyes fixated on the tuft of fur she knew to cover his crotch. Chewing her lip as she thought about how to do this. Then, in another strike of insight, it came to her. She climbed up on the table between his legs, sitting with both legs tucked up underneath her. He looked down at her with a frown, lifting his head off the table to do so. His expression said it all: "what are you doing?"
"Zoroark, you're at that age where we need to know whether or not you're suitable for mating," she explained to him. "I'm going to have to take a look, ah, down here," she said, placing one hand on either one of his hips and looking at his crotch. Zoroark looked nervously at her, but didn't protest, trusting the professional to do her job. "I'll be gentle, but I'm going to have to touch you, is that okay?" She held her breath and watched the dark type who searched her face for a moment or two, waiting for his response. After a painfully long time, he gave a small nod and laid his head back down, closing his eyes again.
Nurse Joy tried to prevent herself from exclaiming gleefully, barely containing herself. Forcing herself not to seem too eager, she moved her hands in and to the tuft of fur between his legs that housed her curiosity. She brought both hands together, parting it and took a breath in of surprise. Laying limp between his legs was a long, gray-brown member that matched the tone of his main fur color, a perfect mushroom-top head capping it off.
The female swallowed apprehensively, suddenly feeling uncomfortable with what she was doing, but she had gone too far to go back now. "I'm going to touch you now," she said quietly, telling him as much as she was assuring herself. "Zor." The syllable of approval was gravelly and deep, the voice almost making her swoon. She was unnaturally attracted to this Pokemon, unlike any other she had been before.
Using her small, right hand, she carefully wrapped her fingers around him. Immediately she felt some of her tension fade. It was pleasantly thick and warm in her hand, and even when flaccid she couldn't fully wrap her hand around it, which only made her wonder. She bit her lip as she ran her thumb slowly over and down the ridge provided by the edge of his head, rewarded immediately with a resounding twitch throughout the member in her hand. The Nurse began slowly stroking him.
Joy felt herself getting hot as she held his manhood. A burning, fiery feeling that made her pant slightly. It only got worse when she made eye contact with him, looking down along his body at her. She needed air, she needed to be able to breathe. She undid another button on the neck of her dress, which just so happened to be the last and directly under her breasts. When she was freed of the last button, her bust, barely contained with just that final one, had nothing else to hold them back. Her boobs, only covered by the thin, lacy bra bulged out of the opening, half hanging and half sticking perkily out. Zoroark's eyes bulged out of his head. "I'm sorry sweetie, it's just a little warm in here, I hope you don't mind," Joy managed to choke out between pants. Zoroark flushed.
As he stared and as she stroked, his face began contorting and Joy noticed more throbbing in his member. "There's no need to be embarrassed honey, I actually need for you to be erect for the rest of the examination anyway," the silky voice of the Nurse reassured him. Zoroark's dark colored tongue ran over his lips to wet them and he nodded, staring at her breasts which swayed back and forth slightly as she stroked him.
Slowly, gradually, he began hardening in her grasp, getting longer and thickening as she deserted her stroking idea and starting gently pumping up and down, her eyes widening proportionally to the hardening rod. She caught him looking at her, searching her for a look of acceptance of his privates, then looking away awkwardly. "There's nothing to be shy about, Zoroark, you're...very well developed," she told him, trying to stay at least somewhat objective. He blushed in return as he seemingly reached his full size, which was far larger than any Joy had ever encountered.
Joy released him and looked down at the sight, her eyes darting back and forth greedily. All of that was hers to do whatever she wanted with, and nobody could tell her otherwise. She smiled up at him, but frowned when she saw he was staring at the wall nervously. "Hey," she began softly, causing him to look at her. "There's no need to be scared." She paused for a moment, then continued: "Here, would this make you more comfortable...?"
The Nurse grabbed the bottom of her dress with both hands, pulling it rather quickly off over her head, something she had been waiting to do for a while. She tossed it carelessly in the general direction of her apron on the chair. As more of her porcelain skin was revealed, Zoroark's ear twitched once and he looked over her body before back up at her face with a small nod. Joy gave a slightly coy smile in return, "I'm glad." She continued to smile at him for a moment, poking her chest out a little to emphasize it and boast her goods to the male, before she spoke up again.
"Zoroark, this is going to be a little different for you, but I'm going to have to get a semen sample," she boldface lied to the dark-type who looked at her in surprise. "It would really help me if you were good for me. Can you be a good boy for Nurse Joy?" She asked, leaning forward and placing one hand on either side of his hips, dangling her breasts for him to ogle. Zoroark nodded silently, seemingly incapable of speech.
Joy grinned eagerly. She was actually about to do this. She had fantasized more than once about doing this kind of thing with a Pokemon...she had always wondered if she was missing something by not having involved herself with a Pokemon, and as she looked down at the Zoroark's erection, she knew she wasn't going to regret her decisions.
She brought her arms back toward her, laying down between his legs and propping herself up on her left arm, her right hand closing slowly around the welcoming heat given off by his manhood. She flicked her gaze back up to him. "This is going to feel a little different," she reminded him, "but just relax and you might even enjoy it." A nod.
Keeping her loose grip on his shaft, she slowly moved it up and down along him, just tight enough to tug on the skin a little with each stroke. She took a second to gather her courage and lowered her head down. Moving her hand down to the base and out of the way, she put her small, pink tongue on him just above her hand. Using the flat of her tongue, she moved all the way up and along him to his head, getting a feeling of Butterfrees in her stomach when she heard him moan softly.
Nurse Joy moved her hand up his rod again and then started to jerk him again, keeping her pace slow and gentle. While there was actually no required date for the mating checkup, it did exist, though not to this extent. He genuinely hadn't had his checkup yet, so she assumed he hadn't don't anything sexual before, meaning he wouldn't last very long if she wasn't careful...and Joy intended to let this last as long as possible.
Her tongue moved back and forth on his frenulum, stimulating him with each pass in either direction. Zoroark's legs moved slightly, and she smiled a little at his fidgeting. Joy gave a kiss to his head, then traced circles around the outside of it. Once she felt him start moving around a little more she relented, taking her right hand off of him as well.
He looked down and saw her sticking her fingers in her mouth to get some saliva on them, then rubbing up and down him again to lube him up, but frowning when she saw that it wasn't enough. She positioned her head back over his massive length, drooling onto his head and spreading it from there over as much of him as she could cover. His eyes were wide again as he watched her, causing her to giggle quietly.
She grabbed him with her right hand again, wrapping firmly around as much as she could get ahold of and starting to piston him again. Her hand slid along his skin a lot more smoothly now that he was covered in her spit, and a quiet squishing noise was head with each stroke because of it.
She got lost in watching her hand going up and down the long distance and forgot completely that she was trying to be delicate with him. After about a minute or so of her zoning out, he groaned in pleasure and she saw the muscles in his legs flex. She swore mentally, taking her hand off quickly like she had just burned her hand on a hot stove, but it was too late. He was obviously trying not to let it out, but a few drops of his climax escaped his head and slid down his shaft slowly.
She stared for a second or two before snapping out of it, giggling and squeezing his thigh. "It's polite to warn your partner before you finish," she teasingly scolded him. He uttered a noise of apology, and she looked back at his meat pulsing in front of her. "I suppose we should do a better job than that, now shouldn't we?" She ran a fingernail up the side of him where his cum had dropped down, gathering it all on her finger and showing it to him. "This just won't be enough, I'm afraid." She eyed him briefly before cleaning her finger off with her tongue. She licked her lips. "Mmm. Would you be willing to finish in my mouth next time?" Zoroark looked hesitant before just shaking his head uncomfortably, a little unnerved by the idea. Joy thought for a moment or two before nodding. "Okay. Just let me know and I'll let go."
A mischievous Nurse Joy had a glint in her eye as she turned her focus back to his cock. She leaned in and bit down gently on the side of his head, teasing the captive skin with the very tip of her tongue, then let go and started running the tip of her tongue back and forth over his head. Her hands slid under his rear, cupping the surprisingly large and muscled butt he had to offer for her. "You're still young, so it won't take long," she assured him.
She stuck her tongue down in the hole in the top of his head as best she could...she could still taste his cum when she did that, and his upper body shot off the table a few inches. She giggled at the reaction, parting her lips then. She gave a kiss to his head before opening his mouth as wide as she was capable, and even still having to stretch a little to fit the huge head in her tiny orifice. Inside her mouth, she swirled her tongue around his head, soaking it with her hot, moist mouth.
Eager to have more of him inside of her, she slowly slid her mouth further down his member, her plump lips clinging tightly to his thickness. Using the flat of her tongue to run along the side of him as she went down to stimulate him even further. Inch after inch passed her lips and into her mouth until, suddenly, he hit the back of her throat and she paused. Looking down, she saw that there was still plenty of meat left and she frowned.
She lingered at this depth, sucking gently and closing her eyes as she gathered her courage. Joy was no stranger to deepthroating, but this was far thicker and far longer than anything she had tried it with before. She breathed in deeply through her nose, angling her descent on him so that he went down her throat as she engulfed even more of his rod, a nonexistent gag reflex not hindering her. The two moaned in unison, hers vibrating his cock. She made a swallowing motion, and her throat tightened more around his length.
Once she didn't feel she could possibly fit any more inside of her, her lips met his pelvis and she exhaled in relief. Slowly moving back up and off of him almost entirely, only leaving his head in her mouth. Once she got to her height, she went all the way back down again, this time a little faster than the first time, now that she had become a bit more accustomed to the feeling of all the space in her mouth and throat being filled. She continued like this, moving up and down along him with increasing speed until her head bobbed up and down along his member fast enough that drool started to leak out from her mouth and along his length.
After she had reached peak speed, she felt him throbbing more noticeably in her mouth. She knew the pressure was starting to build, and was honestly impressed he had made it as far as he did. She pulled up and off of him until his head tickled against the back of her throat with each motion she made with her head. She started sucking and rocking her head forward and back to keep rubbing his tip against the soft wetness of the back of her throat, the seal her full lips had on him getting tighter as she sucked harder. "Z-Zor..."
She looked up to see his eyes closed and him trying to get a word out between clenched teeth. She grinned internally and continued, sucking as hard as she could. His hips raised off the table slightly. He was close. She felt one of his hands move to her head, tapping her gently to let her know what she had already figured out, but the wily female was not stopping.
Trying not to hurt her, Zoroark gently placed both hands on her cheeks and attempted to gently remove her head from his member, but Joy didn't comply. Instead, she dove her head down and onto his shaft as hard and fast as she could, coming back up and back down relentlessly on him. Zoroark groaned loudly, and his clawed fingers weaved into her hair, following her head's movements and pulling up slightly, but there was no use: he couldn't hold back any more.
With a devilish moan, Nurse Joy plunged her head down until her lips met with Zoroark's pelvis. She sucked harshly on his entire length over and over again. Her fingernails dug into the flesh of his ass, forcing him to drive his hips up and into her mouth as much as possible, and he was finally put over the edge.
Jets of his hot, sticky seed slid straight down her throat, spraying against the back of it and causing her to release a muffled moan around his cock. She swallowed wave after wave of the delicious cum as it came out, pulling up a little before hungrily devouring all of his length again. When it seemed as though his orgasm was fading, she slid her hands out from under him, pulled up and sucked greedily on his head, milking out as much of his jizz as she could. Only when the flow finally subsided entirely did she pull up, her tongue moving up and down along his rod to lap up any she had been forced to let leak out.
She stroked him gently with her right hand, looking up at him guiltily. He was panting heavily, his face flushed and not in the slightest angry, but she apologized anyway. "I'm sorry sweetie, I just couldn't help myself. I hope you can forgive me." Her quiet, light tone and sweet smile melted Zoroark's heart and he nodded, chest heaving with labored breath.
She kept stroking him with her right hand while she used her left hand and knees to craw slowly toward his head, eyeing his lips. He leaned in toward her, and she leaned in as well, the Butterfrees returning to her stomach. He was going to kiss her!
Three quick knocks on the door made them both freeze. Joy's head turned in that direction and she swore, reaching for Zoroark's Pokeball, trying to return him before it was too late.
The door opened.
Well. That was well worth the time it took to write, I think. Hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I did.
Who's at the door?!
Is it Zoroark's trainer? Joy's Gardevoir? Another trainer who needs their Pokemon "healed"?
Comment or PM me what you want to see next!
Arthenius