Male human x female Pokemon
Of all days to go on a walk, why had Ryzek chosen today?
It was a scorcher, around ninety degrees, or um… he was good at conversions… carry the decimal… thirty two celsius. The smile on his face was short lived, however, after Ryzek palmed the sweat from his forehead off for what had to be the hundredth time. The only reason he hadn't died from heat stroke yet was because of the gigantic water bottle he'd brought with him. After all, it wasn't just him that he needed to be sure stayed hydrated; Ryzek had the most beautiful Pokemon of all time walking beside him.
She was a Ninetales, the likes of which was a rare sight in the region he was in. He had to admit, the attention he got because of her often did make his chest puff up. Now, however, even Ninetales, a Fire type, seemed to be a bit out of it. The heat must have really been getting to them, Ryzek guessed. Their only saving grace was that the path they were walking on was a rather shaded one, with trees on either side providing good cover from the relentless deathrays that burnt the very ground they shone on.
The other thing going for them was the lack of trainers out and about. Sure, there had been one or two rather easy battles, but he thought there'd be a lot more if it was a bit cooler. As it was, Ryzek wasn't even sure if he could handle dealing with one more battle. Just… the heat, man! It was too hot.
"We should hurry home." Ryzek moaned, wanting to make love to his air conditioner.
"Ninetales!" His sidekick exclaimed in agreement.
Thankfully, the trail they'd taken hadn't been the longest one the park had to offer. They'd be at the car in maybe ten minutes, if not less, depending on how fast they walked. Ryzek was looking forward to the air conditioner. Arceus, it was so good… so cold. The thought made him mad that he was out in heat like this.
Surely enough, he saw the parking lot when there came a sound from the woods. It sounded… odd. He knew he'd heard it before, but… well, they weren't the sounds that usually came from a park. Ninetales seemed to notice it to and, being a Pokemon, she could make it out a lot easier than Ryzek could. Nodding when she looked up, Ryzek followed her.
It was hot out, he was miserable, and all he wanted to do was go home and sit down for a few minutes, but those sounds… Well, he'd never really seen people have sex before. Heck, he'd only had sex a handful of times before, clumsy affiars that they'd been. Besides, the thing that really piqued his interest was the lower pitched sounds.
They weren't human.
The trail that they were on ended rather abruptly, but the sounds were close. In fact… they were right below the two. Ryzek peaked down the ledge with Ninetales and almost gasped at the sight. Surely enough, it was two creatures having sex, hot… arousing sex.
One was a human girl, maybe late teens, early twenties. She looked like she didn't go out much from the tone of her skin, but she was as frail as a teacup. Despite that, she was impaling herself on a rather gigantic cock, the cock of an Arcanine. Hell, even the knot of this larger Pokemon hit either side of her thighs when she slid down it. The bulge in her belly made Ryzek's own shaft throb with excitement, but the pose… fuck, the pose!
She was riding him, her human fingers intertwined with the lucky Arcanine's front toes. Ryzek looked over at Ninetales, gulping softly; she seemed just as interested, if not more so, in the scene before her. Did she know that humans sometimes fucked their Pokemon? Even he'd been rather abashed to look anything up about it in his spare time.
The two of them watched for a few more minutes, neither one of them wanting to pry their eyes away from the spectacle. Ryzek was sure the Arcanine noticed them, he'd seen the Pokemon lock eyes with him on multiple occasions but… it didn't seem as if he much cared about the voyeurs. It was like he was saying, "Yeah, look at her ride me. What are you going to do about it?"
It was when she finally climaxed on him, in the moment of their most serious, loving passion, that Ryzek got up. The tent in his pants was obvious, and he saw Ninetale's eyes on it when he poked her. They needed to go, she was winding down already, and the last thing Ryzek wanted to do was explain why the two of them were watching like creeps.
They carefully, quietly pattered away from the scene. When they got to the main trail, thankfully, Ryzek was soft again, but Ninetales hadn't looked away for a while. The two of them hardly spoke a word until they reached his car, and even then, not until the AC was on and they were driving.
"So." Ryzek murmured as he turned out of the park.
"Nine." She murmured in tandem.
"That was… something."
"..." Her look told him everything.
"N-not something I'm interested in, that is. I see you as more of a friend, or a companion, maybe. Not a sex toy, like that."
She huffed before turning away, looking out of the window. Had that been the right thing to say? His heart skipped a beat when he thought about holding her down on his bed, interlacing his fingers with her toes, fucking her like she was nothing but a glorified sex toy. He couldn't even deny just how hard the thought made him as he drove along, so hard, in fact, Ryzek had to shift his cock in his shorts before it became too noticeable. Who knows… if it was what she wanted… no… no, bad Ryzek! Bad!
It was awkward hell by the time they made it back to the apartment they shared. Ryzek had failed miserably to hide his erection and Ninetales had taken note, giving it a few sniffs before she was batted away like an annoying fly. When he got out of his parked car, Ryzek held the backpack in front of his groin as Ninetales crawled out after him. He couldn't help but chuckle as nostalgic memories of awkward middle school erections came flooding back.
Truth is, he'd always been quick to get hard. A teen on a bumpy bus, on a bumpy road, with a heavy backpack on his groin, of course he got hard. Might have had someone just up and riding him, from how hard he got sometimes. And, always, to save potential embarrassment, he always held his bag in front of him until Ryzek Jr. calmed down. Just as he was doing now.
The only difference was that he was a fully grown man. He shouldn't be having embarrassing erections like this, but he couldn't help it! The Arcanine, Ninetales sniffing him, everything, just… Fuck! It was a lot for him to handle in his dehydrated, overheated state. He needed to cool down, and needed to fast.
When they got in the cool apartment - thank Arceus he didn't have to pay the AC bill - Ryzek went to his room and instantly stripped. He wasn't even aware that he had a Poke-voyeur until Ninetales came around and gave his nearly throbbing dick a small lick.
"Gah!" Ryzek screamed at the completely pleasurable jump-scare. Ninetales just smiled, an oddly devious look in her orange eyes. "D-don't… Don't do that."
With an embarrassed huff, Ryzek wrapped a towel around his exposed, violently hard manhood for the first time in… well, since he'd lived with his parents, and went into the shower. When the cool water hit him, his arousal seemed to go away, which he was more than happy about. With it, came clarity.
Ninetales… fuck, just thinking about her, about how good her tongue felt, that small lick might has well have been a blowjob from a human. The taboo of it, of fucking your own Pokemon… if it ever got out, what would his friends think? His family? Truth be told, however, that only seemed to make him harder, cold water or not.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Ryzek looked down with pity at his needy length.
'Why not?' The voice inside his head whispered. 'After all, how long has it been? How're you still content with your hand? Doesn't it get tiring?'
"But…"
'No buts. You know just how good it would feel… c'mon…'
Ryzek shivered, quickly turning the water off. Shame far behind him, he hastily dried off and tossed the towel on the sink. Then, he opened the door and stepped outside, breathing in cautious, curious air. Everything felt different with this new resolution, not to mention, his heart was pounding in his chest.
"Nine… Ninetales?" Ryzek called out, looking into the living room.
He wiped his cold, clammy hands on his naked thighs as he saw that she wasn't in the living room. Bedroom… that's where she'd be, he knew. The shiver in his chest refused to go away, why was everything so cold now? Gulping, he pushed the door to the bedroom open.
His jaw nearly dropped to the ground.
Ninetales was looking straight at him, her eyes a bit too seductive for her own good. Not that he needed much persuasion in bedding her; he'd made up his mind already. No going back, especially since he was naked and standing in front of her, cock in hand. Looking at him was not the only thing Ninetales was doing, however.
The beautiful creature was on her back, paws splayed in the air, occasionally, her beans clenched as she watched him. Her many tales moved back in forth in a hypnotizing sea of fur, but what they led him to was better, more beautiful, more arousing than a thousand magazines, videos, anything his mind could conceive of. Sure, he'd seen her spade before, but never like this.
Black and puffy, dripping with her obvious arousal, nearly begging for something, anything to be stuffed inside of it. The sight alone made Ryzek clench his palms nervously as he stood in front of the bed. What did she want him to do? Take her, then and there? Lick it, first, to prove that he's an adequate lover? Would she demand gentle massages before rough intercourse? Or the other way around?
For the first time in a very long time, Ryzek felt as helpless as a child, standing there, shivering, clenching. It must have been a pathetic sight, but if Ninetales believed so, her actions certainly betrayed any loathing she felt towards it. When she saw him, clueless as to what to do, she knew she needed to take control.
Before Ryzek knew what was happening, he gasped as a hot, wet tongue began to lap at his length. He watched in a stupor as she licked at his seven inches, her tongue pulling his foreskin down to get a better taste of the bulbous tip below. Ninetales seemed either entirely too skilled at this, or the lack of expectation and knowledge of what sex was made this the best thing ever.
Her tongue, Arceus, how it was rough. It made him wince once or twice as it trailed down the most sensitive parts of his throbbing erection. Yet, Ryzek wouldn't have had a care in the world if her tongue was made out of sandpaper, it felt too good for words. Instead of any encouragement, he just moaned, unable to do much but shudder.
Occasionally, his tip would be pushed under the lips of her snout and run against her sharp teeth. Ryzek always gave an appreciative moan whenever this happened; her mouth was considerably better than her tongue, he believed. If only he could convince her to let him inside of it, he was sure he'd cum on the spot.
If only he was a self-serving prick. Ryzek could just cum, then go about his day. Fortunately, he wasn't! As much as he wanted to, although all signs were pointing to the inevitable ropes that would blast from his tip, he pulled away. Ninetales went for him, but he pushed her back with a chuckle.
"Woah, woah, girl… You need yours, right?" Ryzek didn't wait for an answer as he pushed her onto her back.
The Pokemon fell to the pillows, her eyes cloudy with arousal and curiosity. Would he take her now, in that loving embrace they'd spied in the forest? What would it be like? How long would it last? Would he want to cum inside her, or somewhere else? Was she overthinking it? Even though Ninetales tried to put on an air of confidence, she was just as new to this as her trainer was.
Licking his… thing… had been interesting. Tasty, she wanted more, but he didn't seem to want to continue after a while; a shame. When he, nervous, shivering trainer he was, tossed Ninetales on her back, she was genuinely surprised. More so when he went and put his head between her hind legs, nice and close to her spade.
"I-I… um… I really… don't-don't know what I'm… what I'm doing here." She heard him say.
Fair enough. His thing was relatively easy to figure out; it was, essentially, one long pleasure stick with a sensitive bulb at the tip. Easy to lick, but she could understand her trainer's confusion with her leaking spade, especially since it was his first time with a Pokemon. Actually… Ninetales was unsure if he'd ever been with anyone else, but that was just speculation on her part. She clenched when he began to feel around her, probing with fingers, spreading her wet lips apart.
Ninetales found that it was actually rather fun teaching her human how to pleasure her. Something about his naivete, his utter… almost innocence, it drove her to the extremes of pleasure. Her trainer, trying his hardest to fondle, touch, rub, massage, even - occasionally - lick, her… it was a lot to handle. The thing she focused on most of all was moaning loud, moans of assurance and pleasure whenever he hit a spot that made her groin tingle.
When he began to use his wet, fat tongue on her, Ninetales felt content inside. He was trying his hardest, including sticking the thing he used to taste, inside of her. Self-consciousness gripped her for only a second before pride took over. This human, her human, was lucky to be licking her like this.
His tongue made wide, yet slow passes up and down her spade. It spread her lips each time it went up, the soft kiss he gave her clit made Ninetales clench her lower paws in sheer pleasure. It was just so alien feeling lips press against her, so wonderfully alien to feel his tongue slide up her, getting as much of her juices as it could before he pulled away.
Her trainer seemed to be a fast learner, too. After a few more kisses, he finally got the idea, starting to lick the area that made her wince the most. Ninetales, of course, couldn't hold back the moans, how could she? His tongue was far softer than any she'd ever felt, hers included. The effort he was putting in to make her moan, well, that also got her going.
When he pushed a finger in, pulled out, and then pushed two more in, that's when she began to moan. Short as they might have been, they scratched an itch she'd needed itched for months now. Arceus, the girth, the speed at which he fingered her, lapping at her clit like it was an oasis in a hot, dry desert, it made Ninetales scream her name out in sheer, unadulterated pleasure.
It made her blush, but she didn't care at his surprised glance, just forced him down on her with her front paws. They hardly reached his head, but her trainer got the memo, beginning to lick, to kiss, to finger. Each and every single time those three fingers slid in, she felt him curiously feel around with his fingers, exploring her hot walls. Even when he was trying his best, the trainer just kept being as curious as ever.
Ninetales felt guilty inside. She'd yet to see what his loins could produce, whereas he was about to see what hers could. Ninetales had felt close, of that, there was no doubt in her mind. The curious fingers, the tongue that had since gotten the hand of her clit, the needy trainer at her groin, it was all too much. What she did next ashamed her, but she needed him.
With a surprising bout of strength, Ninetales squeezed his head with her rear legs and pulled him into her spade. There was considerably more pressure now, pressure she used to her advantage as she rubbed herself against his face. Every few wild rubs would make her shiver, sending her closer and closer to the edge of what would most likely be the best orgasm she'd ever had.
After giving a few more desperate rubs on his face, Ninetales shivered at that thought and released all the pressure that had been building up. Her trainer, bringing her to an orgasm. His tongue lapping up her juices, his fingers still exploring her quivering, clenching spade.
She screamed her name as sparks flew through her body, tingling every single follicle of fur on her body. Her tails grew straight with each quivering, powerful clench, Arceus, how wonderful that felt.
Still riding the high, yet somewhat more aware of what was going on, Ninetales released her trainer, smiling down at him in a daze. He pulled away, strings of her excitement and orgasm pulling away with his mouth. What a sight it was, she thought, as the orgasm dwindled.
When Ryzek was finally able to pull his head away from his Pokemon's spade, he took a silent, deep breath and tried not to pass out. Ninetales had held on to his face and used it for so long that he almost felt like she'd intentionally tried to choke him out. He shuddered as he licked his lips clean of her juices, however; as harsh as the orgasm was, he had to admit that she did taste rather well. With another shuddering breath, he rose and sat on his legs.
"Wow." It was all he was able to say.
Ninetales seemed to giggle as he looked at her pulsing, dripping spade. Ryzek couldn't help his own length from throbbing and figured it was time to sort it out. He lined himself up as Ninetales watched, this part was easy. Carefully, Ryzek walked himself forward, pushing his inches into Ninetales as she called her name over and over again. Once he hilted, his groin against hers, a shudder escaped his throat.
Just like he had seen on his hike with her, Ryzek grabbed Ninetale's paws, her rear ones, and slipped his fingers around each digit. Ninetales squirmed under him as he began to push and pull out of her. Her walls, as pleasured as they were from his fingers, contracted hard around him, making it rather hard to push inside of her. Ryzek managed, however; this pleasure was far too interesting to pass up.
Every two inches or so, there was a tight squeeze that, when pushed into, gave new meaning to the word sensation. Some of these chambers were tighter than others, some had odd bits in them that dragged at his cock, while still others were different in many sorts of ways. Tight. Warm. Wet. Loose. Textured. Dry. It was a fantastic cacophony that made Ryzek grab her paws even harder as he thrusted.
It felt astounding, Ryzek finally realized just what he'd been missing out on for all this time. A moaning Pokemon, held so lovingly as he pushed the most private part of his body into hers. The sheer sight of what he was doing made his heart nearly explode with excitement, damn his family, damn his friends, they didn't know what they were missing out on. Ninetales was warm, she was wet, and it almost seemed as if she needed him inside of her.
What was better, was that Ninetales had no trouble taking all seven of his inches. He could slide himself out to his throbbing, needy tip, before diving back down into her so hard and fast that his balls slammed against her soft tails, and all she did was moan. It was all she could do, besides look at him with absolute bliss in her eyes, or put paws on his chest. What made him squirm the most was just how warm she was. It was a common stereotype that Fire type Pokemon were warm inside, but he never guessed it was actually true.
Suddenly, he let go of her paws and scooped her up. Ninetales wasn't the biggest Pokemon, so it was rather easy to bring her close to his chest and hold her there as he twisted in the bed, lying down. Now that she was on top of him, he grabbed in the crutch of her legs, right where thigh met belly. The exceptionally soft fur drove him insane as she lowered herself back on his length.
At first, he thought that she'd mistaken the sudden switch in positions as a sign that he wanted her to ride him, but that was a mistake. Ryzek began to fuck her even harder, grunting loudly with each thrust. His balls, heavy with cum, plapped against her rear as he spread her spade. Lasting long wasn't something Ryzek much cared for; he wanted his pleasure whenever it came to him.
Besides, he'd already worked enough for it.
He held her close, pushing her paws off of his chest and forced her head down on him. It just felt so incredibly close as his waist met hers, the hugging, the warm embrace… Ryzek reached over and grabbed the base of her tails. Ninetales, at first, didn't like this at all, struggling against his grasp, but as he used the added grip to slam her down on his length, she quickly stopped with a shuddering cry of her name.
This was a lot better, he could feel it. The utter control he had of this one hole of hers, it was a trip for sure. Before he knew it, he felt close to yet another orgasm. It had been building up in his loins for some time now, and this time, he would not be refused what he was due. It wouldn't be like when Ninetales had been licking him, this time, he needed to cum.
And what a perfect place he was in to do so.
"Y-You ready?" Ryzek murmured out as Ninetales quietly moaned her name over and over again.
She didn't look up, just nodded, lost in the pleasure she felt. Ryzek didn't need much more, so he reached down and pushed her down. Ninetales cried out as he pushed into something oddly hard, but he held her there as she wildly contracted around him. All the odd chambers in her pulled and pushed at him, it was more than enough to send him over the edge.
With a cry, Ryzek held Ninetales down, hugging her close to him as he released the massive load in his balls. He couldn't see it, but he felt quite a lot leave him, and enter her. About half-way through, Ryzek couldn't take it anymore and pulled out of her, rapidly stroking his length as it shot more on his belly and groin. Surprisingly, he was able to pull another three ropes of cum from himself before everything stopped, and the two of them were left together, panting hard.
"Dear Arceus…" Ryzek moaned as Ninetales moved.
He watched as she cleaned her shivering spade off, licking every last drop of cum from it. She then proceeded to move to his groin, bathing his cock with her warm tongue, again, getting every last drop. Ryzek had to admit that it felt good, but the longer she licked, the more he began to get uncomfortable. Unfortunately, he knew his libido, and knew he wouldn't be ready again for a few hours.
Ninetales, however, looked hungry for more, and more, and more… It scared him. That look in her eyes.
"You want m-more?" He asked, it sounded pathetic, he knew, but assurance was needed.
Ninetales nodded.
"Well um… I-I won't be able to do anything like that for a while. I need to recharge, or something, I guess." Disappointment flashed in her eyes. "B-But-But! I can use my fingers?" Holding up a hand seemed to get her attention. "Yeah… yea-yeah, just lean back and relax…"
She obeyed him quite well, lying down on her back almost instantly. Ryzek grinned, happy he'd gone with her to a Pokemon Trainer school back when she was a Vulpix. They didn't teach what he was about to do at the school, however. With a breath of air to gather his wits about him, Ryzek reached down and began to rub her, hard.
Ninetales reacted almost instantly, seemingly still buzzed from her last orgasm. It almost got a chuckle out of him, how easy it was to make her moan like this, now that he knew how to. The sound - and what a sound it was - made him double his efforts, bringing his other hand confidently in and pushing not three, nor four, but all five of his fingers inside of her.
Instantly, however, she cried out in pain, so he withdrew. Confidence had seemingly been his downfall, because Ninetales retracted from all touch, scowling at him as she licked her apparently wounded spade. Ryzek sat there, naked, apologizing, ashamed of himself, but if there was any venom in Ninetales, it quickly went away. She went to his groin, and gave it an inquisitive lick.
"Mmm… still not yet. It'll be a while, girl." She seemed sad and annoyed. "You really wanna be fucked, though, huh?"
"Ninetales!" The Pokemon cried, her tone almost begging him to get hard for round two.
"Well… O-oh… ooooh…" Ryzek grinned, and got up, his hands clenched in excited fists. "Wait right here… I'll be back!"
He dashed out of the room, his flaccid length flopping against his balls as he ran towards the refrigerator. Excitedly, Ryzek opened the door and found what he was looking for rather quickly. It was going to go on the salad tonight, but he guessed it could be used for other purposes…
With it, he went back into the room, taking the wrapper off of the long cucumber with a grin. He held it up, the grin still clinging to his face, and waved it. Ninetales raised a brow, but laid back, trusting her trainer. After all, he couldn't be that dumb to try and hurt her twice.
Ryzek was nearly giddy as he pulled some lube from a drawer. Even if Ninetales was nice and wet, it never hurt to use more lube. Once the first six inches of the long vegetable were nice and slick, he moved it onto Ninetales' spade and gently pushed into her. It was fun watching her tense up at the cold food, but as he drove inch after inch into her, Ninetales began to shiver. Yet, it wasn't from the cold.
Six inches later, Ryzek decided to go further. He wanted to see how far Ninetales could take something, so he continued to push. Seven inches… seven and a half… eight… nine… He hardly had anything left to grip onto, and it still seemed as if Ninetales could take more. With a whistle, he pulled, gently, until he was at the seven inch mark.
After making sure he had a good grip on it, Ryzek began to make her moan again, pushing and pulling the cucumber as fast as he could. What he lacked for in stamina with his own length, he more than made up for with the vegetable. Ninetales began to shake as he continued his assault on her needy spade, it finally occurred to him that she might be in heat?
Either way, he found it rather hot just how needy she was. Her moans, the clenching paws, she shivers he could produce with his produce. Eh? Eh? Get it? Ryzek smirked at his own terrible sense of humor, at least. Ninetales suddenly clenched hard enough to make it noticeably harder to shove the cucumber inside of her. Ryzek leaned down and whispered into her ear.
"You ready to cum?"
Ninetales just whined, needily licking his ear. He chuckled, and then leaned back, grabbing between her beans with his free hand. After, he began to ram the cucumber in and out, getting almost all of it in, it actually slipped from his hand at one point, and he had a small panic attack. The last thing he wanted was to lose the cucumber inside of her.
Once he got a good grip on it, Ryzek continued, but Ninetales didn't need any more. With a trembling cry, and, shaking hard enough to shake the bed, Ninetales released again. Her paws clenched hard again, hard enough to make Ryzek grimace, but it was more than worth it.
By the time she was finished, Ninetales was a trembling mess of a Pokemon. Her breathing was light, and gaspy, but not needy. Ryzek did not ask if she was satisfied, he was confident enough in the cucumber that she was. After he was able to pull his hand from her paws, Ryzek laid down next to her, leaving the vegetable inside of her, and took a deep breath. He didn't want to be a stereotype, but why was he so tired all of a sudden?
Ryzek closed his eyes, taking another deep breath. And then he felt something lick at his groin. Again.
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