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The Cure
Aaron unlocked his door and stepped into the two-room apartment, kicking off his shoes and donning slippers instead, calling out
"I'm home!" The reply echoed in his head:
"In the kitchen." He walked down the short hall and turned into the dining area, which combined into the kitchen, seeing his Delphox, Florence, using her telekinetic abilities to wash the dishes. He smirked, saying
"Always the easy solution, huh?" Florence rolled her eyes, retorting
"No, just not overly fond of always having to take half an hour to dry my arms. I don't have it nearly as easy as you hairless Orangurus." Aaron chuckled at that, until Florence turned serious, asking
"How'd it go today? No major problems?" Aaron knew what she was asking about, but didn't answer directly, saying
"Nah, the boss kept off my ass today. I actually got some work done." Florence set the dishes aside, turning off the water, and turned to face him, still serious.
"You know what I mean. Your back, it hasn't hurt you today, has it?" Aaron replied
"If it had, don't you think I'd be more in pain? Sciatica isn't easy to hide; trust me, I've tried." Florence retorted
"That's exactly the problem. You keep denying your injury, saying it's not a big deal, and yet whenever it strikes you can barely move." Aaron told her
"Better than lying on the ground, crying from the pain." Florence walked up, telling him
"Aaron, I'm worried about you. You already had to give up being a Trainer because of it, and I know how much that devastated you. It's bad enough you gave up on your childhood dreams thanks to a medical issue, but now you feel like you're stuck in a dead-end job with an asshole for a boss, and letting everyone down." Aaron frowned, telling her
"I told you not to poke around in my head." Florence stated
"I didn't." She pointed at her large ears, adding
"You're not as quiet as you think you are. I can hear you muttering to yourself in self-hatred." Aaron paused as he registered that, then sighed deeply, mentally folding in on himself.
"I'm sorry. I didn't wanna bother you with my problems." The resigned tiredness in his voice worried Florence, prompting her to approach him and say
"Aaron, I care about you. That's why I refused to leave, it's why I try to help you as much as I can, even if you don't want me to. I don't want you to hate yourself, I want you to strive to be better." Aaron couldn't help smirking as he said
"You kinda sound like a motivational poster." Florence rolled her eyes again, retorting
"Well, at least that's something." She went back to wash the dishes, then noticed Aaron beginning to pull the trash liner from the trash can, quickly telling him
"You don't have to do that, I can take care of it." Aaron argued
"Come on, I have to contribute something around here; I can't make you do all the housework yourself. Besides, I haven't gotten an attack from carrying the trash before." Florence was still wary, but knew how stubborn he could be. Finally, she relented
"Fine, just be careful." Aaron nodded and tied off the trash, carrying it to the door, switching back to his shoes, then carried the trash out the door, down the stairs, through the parking lot and tossed it in the dumpster, stating to himself with a smirk
"Nothing to it." He looked down then, and noticed his shoe was untied, and grunted before kneeling down to fix it. No sooner than he bent down to grab the laces, an extreme, shooting pain lanced from his lower back and into his leg, letting out a strangled yelp of pain as a result, and struggling to get his breath back. Grimacing in agony now, he quickly forced himself back up and began limping to his apartment, sucking in shallow breaths while trying to ignore the intense discomfort, but no sooner than he reached the stairs he realized he wouldn't be able to climb them, not conventionally.
Resigning himself to a miserable experience, he gripped the stair railing and began to laboriously pull himself up. After what felt like hours, but was only a few minutes, Aaron managed to pull himself to the second story landing and limped to his door, quickly getting inside, where Florence was waiting, clearly anxious.
"Aaron! Damn it, I knew I shouldn't have let you take out the trash! I knew something would happen!" Aaron told her through gritted teeth
"It wasn't the trash… my shoe was untied, and I tried to tie it… but when I bent over, that's when the pain hit." He groaned as he slipped his shoes off, and Florence used her mind to begin lifting him slightly, saying
"Even so, I was right to be worried. Now you're in extreme pain and can barely move!" Aaron told her
"Just drop me off in the bathroom, I'll take a hot bath. That usually helps." Florence was skeptical, to say the least, but at least figured it was better than nothing. She set him in the bathroom, leaving him only after he told her to do so a few times. She was more than willing to help him, but he seemed embarrassed by the idea of seeing him without clothing, which made her roll her eyes, since she didn't wear clothes. Granted, she was covered liberally by fur, and he wasn't, but still. After about an hour, Aaron limped out of the bathroom, marginally better. Florence noticed and told him
"You're still in pain." Aaron replied grimly
"It's not a cure, just a patch." Florence thought for a moment, then had a flash of inspiration, saying
"Then maybe I can help." Aaron was confused, asking
"How?" Florence motioned him to go to his room, and after some hesitation he did, with her following. With some directing, he laid on his bed, on his side. She asked
"Which side is it that hurts?" Aaron answered
"Left." Florence nodded and lifted up the back of his shirt slightly, prompting him to quickly pull it back down, asking
"Hey, what're you doing?" Florence told him
"I'm going to apply heat against the part of your back that hurts most and see if that helps relieve the pain." Aaron frowned, skeptical.
"Isn't that dangerous?" Florence retorted
"Not if I'm careful, and I'm always careful with you." Aaron hesitated, but with the pain beginning to increase thanks to the heat from his bath wearing off, he decided it was worth a shot, and nodded before lying back down. Florence pulled up his shirt again, then used her pyrokinesis to warm up her hand before slowly applying it at the base of his back, causing him to jump, though not from pain, as he settled down quickly, moaning in relief.
"Holy crap, Florence, that feels better already! Thank you." Florence grinned, replying
"You're welcome." She continued the treatment for a while, figuring it was worth continuing if it was helping, and when they finished Aaron laid down on his back, breathing a sigh of relief while saying
"That's already better than the bath." Florence, however, noticed something else that had resulted from the treatment, and was sent into a fit of giggles. Aaron looked at her funnily, asking
"What's got you laughing?" Florence, stifling her laughter, simply pointed, and Aaron looked to see that he had an erection, immediately flushing and rushing to cover himself, exclaiming defensively
"Hey! Don't look at that! It's not what you think it is, okay?!" Florence smirked and stood up, telling him
"There's no need to be embarrassed, Aaron; it's natural for males to… "react" to stimulation." Aaron groaned, still embarrassed, and asked
"Can you leave, please?" Florence feigned being hurt, asking
"Aaron, really? You don't want me to help you?" Aaron flushed heavily with the implication, quickly arguing
"We can't do that! I'm a human, you're a Pokemon! It's not right!" Florence crossed her arms now, querying
"Oh, really? And why's that? What's really the difference between us? I'm sapient, just like you, if a bit more intelligent." Aaron rolled his eyes at that. Florence continued
"Moreover, I can give consent every bit as much as you can. I understand the implications, I know the mechanics behind it all. The only real difference between us is the shapes of our bodies and that I have fur. The only reason you think it's "wrong" is because of religious fundamentalism. It's not even illegal, and the only reason it's even remotely frowned upon is because of- again- religious fundamentalism." Aaron challenged
"Isn't that enough reason to consider it might not be a good idea?" Florence smirked and replied
"I thought you were an atheist. Since when do you care what a bunch of religious whack jobs think?" Aaron huffed as he looked away, not having an answer. Florence then laid a gentle and warm hand on top of his, saying gently
"Come on, let me help you." Aaron hesitated before slowly lowering his hands, which allowed Florence to pull his pajama pants down and free his member. She took it in her hand, causing his breath to hitch as he was handled intimately, with her grinning at his reaction. She started by slowly stroking it with her hands, moving first from the base and caressing the shaft before reaching the tip, which she circled teasingly with a finger before moving back down, repeating the cycle for a couple minutes. Seeing Aaron's resolve begin to crack, she leaned forward.
Aaron gasped as he felt her wet, warm tongue brush against his penis, moving up like she was licking a popsicle, taking special care to lick as much of his tip as she could and causing his hips to buck, as though they had a mind of their own. His pain largely forgotten now, he laid down and began to enjoy the oral treatment, still a little wound up by the knowledge of what they were doing, but also relaxing with the growing realization that he didn't much care; after all, besides Florence's other winning arguments, this would just be between the two of them. Nobody else had to know.
Back to the action, Florence increased the frequency of her licking, sampling Aaron's pre-seminal fluid, not minding the taste too much, and more focused on bringing him greater amounts of pleasure. What Aaron didn't know- or was probably too dazed to realize- was that Florence was also treating herself, using a free hand to rub herself between her legs under her dress, and growing more and more aroused as she did so. After another minute of this, Florence stood up, saying
"I can't take it anymore! Aaron, please, can we…?" She let the question hang in the air, since it was pretty obvious what she was asking. Aaron didn't think for much more than a couple seconds before nodding, and Florence quickly climbed onto the bed with him, setting herself up in cowgirl position, and pulling apart her "dress". Aaron stared, realizing he was seeing her legs for the first time, and was a bit surprised at the sight of the short black fur that covered them and her waist, as well as the sight of her dripping womanhood. Clearly her treatment on him had been more effective than anticipated, or he had missed the signs of her entering her heat cycle. One of the two.
Florence slowly lowered herself, gasping as his member poked at her, then groaning low as she lowered herself further, pushing him into her. This wasn't her first rodeo, by any means, but it had still been a while since she'd gotten any action, and it showed by how tight she was around him. Soon, she sat on his lap/crotch, having taken him fully inside her, and was left panting with her tongue lolling out while simply sitting penetrated. Aaron looked up at her, seeing her state, and quickly asked
"You okay?" Florence nodded, replying
"Yeah… I'm okay. It's just… been a while." Aaron nodded understandingly, responding
"Me, too." Florence smirked, then began to lift herself up slowly, both moaning at the individual sensations they felt, his tip sliding and scraping against her walls as she moved. The slow pace soon gave way to faster movements, her hips gyrating on top of him, with him quickly grasping her hips and helping by angling her hips before pushing her down, pressing against her walls a bit more as a result. The two continued like this for as long as they could, slowing down as their orgasms drew near, trying to ride the edge for as long as they could, until by mutual agreement they couldn't take it any longer.
Florence was the first to climax, moaning to the ceiling as she tightened around him. Aaron gritted his teeth, grabbing her hips and moving her himself until he slammed her down, groaning in orgasm as he splashed her insides. Florence shuddered before falling forward, Aaron catching her before resting her on his chest. While they both caught their breath, Aaron couldn't help but notice her soft fur, and how nice it felt against his body. Smirking impishly, he reached down and grabbed at her butt, causing her to yip and jump, making them both moan again, as he was still inside her and slid out slightly as she moved. She looked at him, trying to appear unamused as she told him
"It's rude to just grab a lady by the ass, you know." Aaron continued to smirk and squeezed her cheek again, making her moan, and retorted
"You like it, and you know it." Florence rolled her eyes, not exactly able to argue at the moment, and laid down on him again, asking
"So, was that as repulsive as you thought it was going to be?" Aaron sighed at that, and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her to him as he replied
"I'm sorry if I came off that way. No, it wasn't repulsive by any means. If anything, I actually really enjoyed it." Florence smirked now, stating
"I can tell. It also seems like it helped your back, ironically." Aaron smirked as well, reasoning
"Must be the horny, feel-good chemicals. They'll probably wear off soon enough." Florence giggled, telling him seductively
"I guess we'll have to fix that."
And that's another chapter for you guys. Hope you enjoyed it, and I'll see you all next time!