Cold. Enveloped in a wide expanse of white, that's all he could experience: A shivering cold; both outside and inside. He could not hope to hear with his ears. He could not hope to feel with his touch. He could not hope to see with his eyes. The howling gale of the freezing white always interfered.
He wanted to leave, he wanted to run, he wanted to flee. Where? He did not know. But it reminded him of how cold he was. How he sat there like a block of ice. How his tears froze before they even left his eyes. How he inhaled dry air through his wry throat, as though he wanted to make some cruel, twisted joke of his predicament. And that he did. His shallow breaths were now the most convulsed laughter of his life. He gasped, choking on air as he shuddered worse and worse. He coughed and coughed and coughed as he jerked back and forth, nearly suffocating as he laughed and coughed harder and harder.
His laughs reshaped into whimpers and tears. He choked on his whines, again and again as the tears froze against his cheeks.
All he could hear was white on white on white. All he felt was white on white on white. All he saw was white on white on white. But even as he shut it all out, even as he held his ears, tucked himself into the nearest corner and closed his eyes, he still imagined the white on white on white. He couldn't think of anything else. His mind continuously forced him to picture the white on white on white that fell atop another layer of cold white, stretching miles and miles and miles.
Nothing relieved him from his shuddering form. Nothing relieved him from his pained soul. Nothing relieved him from the clattering cold within him. And yet a blistering warmth still roared within his chest.
He fought. Fought through the pain. Fought through the frozen tears. Fought through the white on white on white. And yet he still sat there, like a block of ice with frozen tears, inhaling dry air.
He saw something dark, wading through the white ocean of cold. It spotted him, running in his direction. His eyes grew heavy, body slowly falling limp. "Andrew!" He hardly deciphered the muffled shout as his world turned dark.
"Satellites have observed an area a few miles away from the professor's laboratory." Said Howard, drawing a tablet from his coat. The screen lit up as he pressed the power button, displaying a map of a gray colored forest with graphs to the side, currently reading zero; a map scale was displayed to the other side, reading: '1:100 000'. The graphs suddenly ascended as the numbers rose, the forest slowly turning red, then purple. "Scientists identified traces of radiation within the red and purple borders. A mild increase of UV and infrared; nothing lethal though."
"I fail to see how this concerns me." Said Andrew, closely observing the tablet. "Humanity burns more and more fossil fuel, which damages the upper atmosphere and worsens sunburns. That's the government's problem." The young man scrunched his eyebrows. The map turned green as one of the graphs rose dramatically.
"Worry arose within the scientific community as their computers detected signs of Hawking radiation." The young man's eyes widened at Howard's words. "Something else stood at the center though." Directly in the center of the green blob was a black dot, slowly growing larger. "It exuded a radioactive frequency, never before observed." The green scattered near instantly, making way for the undulating black mass to grow. "It grew for another hour, suddenly stopping before heading north." The mass followed his exact words. It slowly went by the screen as Howard turned off the tablet, returning it to his coat. "It hasn't changed much since then. It's only grown in size by a minuscule amount and turned slightly darker; scientists don't yet know what that entails. And neither are they able to figure it out, since they lost all traces of it a week ago. But its heading seemed oddly specific. And its behavior has been akin to that of a human: Walked during the day, stopped for the night and remained for a few hours before continuing in the morning. And it would seem it had made a small companion on the way." Howard fixated his gaze on Andrew; nearly glaring at the young man. "A young little Fennekin that went missing about a month ago. We'd assumed her to be dead as we'd lost her signal. But she just so happened to reappear outside of professor Rowan's laboratory, three days ago. Funny how the unknown radiation was heading in that direction as well."
The young man's expression remained calm, undisturbed. But his heart beat as though he was running the most intense marathon of his life. "You propose that I'm a culprit?" He spoke through a dry mouth, uttering each word with every ounce of confidence he could muster. Sweat accumulated at the top of his head, running down the side of his face. He was thankfully still drenched in rain water, masking the traces of his stress.
"Perpetrator or not, the behavior of the radiation is utmost perplexing. But the evidence does point towards you, Andrew." Howard's hand had long since retreated into his coat, fiddling around slowly.
Andrew drew in breath, after breath to calm himself, low enough to drown-out beneath the rain pelted umbrella. "Your evidence is derived from trivial coincidences. You've arrived at a conclusion based upon an assumption." Howard slowly withdrew his hand from his coat. "I am the trainer of the Fennekin. But I only got her today."
"And who's to say you didn't know her before then."
"That would do nothing to prove me guilty. You have no evidence that validates your assumptions. I have every right to walk away from our conversation as an innocent man."
"Don't take this personally. I simply look to the safety of the people." Howard fully removed his hand from his coat, stretching it across the table, aimed at the young man. "Our discussion must unfortunately come to an end, Andrew. I'm afraid this means goodbye."
Ethan poked at the open flame with a stick. Rocks were placed in a circle within an open patch of dirt, supporting some branches and twigs. The lanky man sat just in front of the crackling and popping heat as his companion approached.
"Hey! I found more wood." Said Richard excitedly, firm grasp around a 'twig' protruding from the top of the 'log'. "It's quite big too." Two black dots on the surface of the 'log' moved left and right as its arm-like branched twitched slightly.
Ethan rubbed the ridge of his nose. "Whatever prank you've come up with, it's not funny."
The chubby man's expression morphed into one of perplexion. "What do you mean?"
"Rick, that thing doesn't even fool children."
"Well duh! Of course it doesn't. It's a log."
The lanky man blinked. "Please tell me you're joking."
"About what?"
Ethan grunted in frustration. "You are the stupidest man I've ever met."
"Hey! At least pretend to be thankful. I was the one who got this wood."
"Woodo!"
Richard's eyes bulged as he stared down at the 'log', watching as it pointed at the chubby man's firm grip upon its horn. "Um." He rubbed his neck, letting go of the Pokémon as he grinned sheepishly. "Ah, when did you get here? You must have tagged along when I was out gathering some wood."
"Sudo-woodo!" The Pokémon's face beamed with confidence. It strode off into the forest with pride in its steps.
The lanky man sighed. "You're hopeless." The chubby man didn't say a word as he sat across from Ethan. "Remind me why we're in the forest during nighttime."
"We have to find the Pokémon."
"I know, I know! I'll be honest, it's incredibly admirable. But isn't the hunter season sometime soon? We can't be out here when that happens."
"Relax, man! It starts in like a week. We'll be out long before then. Nothing to worry about!"
A sharp, cracking sound blasted through the air. "Fucking hell!" Ethan reeled back behind the log he sat upon as Hounburst started barking, electricity sparking through its fur.
"Down boy!" The Pokémon grew silent. The electric current disappeared as Hounburst sat upon the ground.
"You certain it hasn't started already." The lanky man's voice was low as he hid behind the log.
"Yes! There's still a week left. That was just a practice shot."
The lanky man slowly sat back onto the log. "This late in the night. It couldn't have been that far from the town."
"Listen. All I know is that we're safe. So stop worrying. It's gonna be fine." A droplet of water hit Richard's head. Another followed shortly after, then another and then another. The rain grew more and more aggressive, till it eventually extinguished the fire.
Ethan sighed as he slowly got drenched by the water. "You just had to say something, didn't you." The two were continuously pelted by the relentless downpour as they sought refuge beneath the trees' canopies.
"Oak. Oak. Maybe-no! More oak." Aluette scraped at every corner of the environment in search of amusement. She currently desired something other than oak to dominate her peripheral vision. Such a demand was less than fruitless though. But Aibek had long since discovered the underlying worry in her actions.
"You have every right to be concerned, Aluette." Said the Peat Pokémon. He garnered the Fox Pokémon's attention after a moment. "But it'd be best for you to quench your stress."
"How could I not stress, Aibek? It's been nearly ten minutes and he's still not back yet. How come you're not stressing? Do you really care that little for Andrew?"
"I do worry; every part of me does. But don't trifle the man. He might still be in his adolescence, but most would very well consider him to be in his late twenties with his stature. A thief would most certainly hesitate to approach him; but even if they did, they'd stand no match to his intellect. His appeal to logic, as well as a person's instincts, intuition, or hubris will resolve most, if not all conflicts he faces."
"I know." Her ears flattened against her head. "I'm sorry! It's not right of me to presume you're indifferent, or ignorant to Andrew's well being. But he should have been back by now."
"I agree! His absence is strangely prolonged." Aibek's feigned idyllism was tenuously propped against his facade. The force of his imaginary brace was struggling beneath the weight of his overbearing concerns, threatening to send his pretense tumbling down a spiral of his fluctuating emotions before shattering against the core, opening the gates for a raging current to accrue his growing anxiousness and course through his steeled nerves, slowly tearing his resolve asunder.
He drew a short breath as he called upon a whirling display of dancing swords. The swords pirouetted within his consciousness, unseen to the rest of the world as they amplified his physical strength, enhancing his facade and augmenting his resolve. The new found might of his pretense managed to shove his anxiety aside, furthering it away from his conscience. He would not cause the Fox Pokémon any more distress than necessary if he could help it. And his precautions certified that such a possibility remained unlikely.
A sharp, cracking sound resonated loudly throughout the room, frightening the two Pokémon.
Aibek's facade shattered instantly. But he felt no time to act upon his fleeting pretense as the world around him slowed. He did not call upon the Trick Room, but did recognize it. His most recent experience with the move was back at professor Rowan's laboratory.
In front of him, the Peat Pokémon saw what he'd hoped not to see: The shaking form of Aluette stood paralyzed in place. Her eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as she struggled to maintain a steady breathing-pace; wheezing incredibly shallow breaths of air through her muzzle before shakily heaving them out of her chest, stopping for entire seconds (or rather, for what felt like entire seconds within the Trick Room) before finally continuing. Her every action was somehow able to overcome the effects of the move, while Aibek only felt the effects amplify as his own movements hastened. It was as though the Trick Room had no effect on Aluette at all.
The lack of any reducement in the pace of her quivering form, furthered her panicked state to new heights. Her heart beat in her ears, the lack of oxygen caused her vision to blur as her efforts to command her body or mind dwindled. She'd regurgitate, had the food in her stomach not been under the effects of the Trick Room, causing it to slowly get convulsed up her throat.
"Aluette, calm down." Aibek's words fell upon deaf ears as the Fox Pokémon only shook more and more. He moved hastily towards her, hardly budging even a centimeter. He looked in her direction once more, watching as tears welled up in Aluette's eyes, but did not cascade down her cheeks. Her eyes formed more, and more, and even more tears, but not a single drop would fall. Whine after whine would emanate from the Pokémon as her form grew weaker and weaker.
The Peat Pokémon drew a short breath, resorting to one last move to calm himself: Focus Energy. Orange swirls of energy enveloped him as he focused purely on what mattered most at that moment. His qualm dwindled as he took slow strides, reaching the Fox Pokémon near instantly. He leaned down, nuzzling into her fur.
Aluette's breathing didn't stop once as the warmth of the Peat Pokémon passed through her. She still wheezed shallow breaths in and out of her body with an irregular pace. But each breath was now in a continuous loop of entering her chest and slowly leaving with no pause between breaths.
"It's gonna be fine." The Fox Pokémon's ear twitched at Aibek's voice. "I promise." She nearly choked on air as she tried to speak. The Peat Pokémon was quick to shush her. "Don't say a word. Just breathe. In, and out." She did as instructed, drawing the steadiest breath she could muster as Aibek spoke. "-and out." She slowly released her breath till he spoke once more. "In-"
This continued for nearly half a minute. Aluette's breathing only grew steadier with each breath. Aibek's voice seemed to grow quieter and quieter after each successful breath, eventually growing entirely silent. He'd hoped the Fox Pokémon could continue by herself. But instead, she stopped breathing all together. It was almost as though she fought her instinct to breathe all together.
"In-" She drew a slow breath into her lungs. "-and out." And then she released it.
Almost a minute went by, but her throat stopped convulsing as her tears finally fell from her eyes. She still quivered, but it lessened and lessened until it was hardly noticeable. Her breathing remained in a steady rhythm, even as Aibek stopped guiding her pace.
Another minute went by before the walls of Aluette's Trick Room finally faded. "Do-do you think he…" The onslaught of her tears renewed, welling up in her eyes once more.
He could not dismiss her question; she was still in too fragile of a state for her worries to be left unanswered. "I believe in him." He nuzzled further into her fur, nearly tearing up himself. "He'll get back to us. I'm sure of it."
The door swung open to reveal professor Sycamore on the other side. "Are you guys okay?" The two Pokémon nodded as Teela came into view behind the professor. "Where's Andrew?"
Andrew tightly shut his eyes as the cracking sound of the gun resounded in his ears. He thought back to his friends, his family. The bullet missed him completely. He opened his eyes to see the bullet fly past his ear, hitting the canopy of a tree in the distance. "You missed." He said.
Out the canopy fell a body, unnervingly akin to that of a human, falling limply onto the ground. "I never miss." Said Howard, returning the gun to his coat. He rose from the bench, walking leisurely toward the fallen man.
Andrew shook his head, following closely behind.
The gut wrenching sight of the debilitated man made the young man nearly retch. He kept composed though, closely examining the black fabric the man adorned. Only thing of note was the brooch, proudly presented over his heart: The etched symbol embellished the otherwise plain, silver surface of the brooch, gilded lines outlining the shape of a butterfly. It was perched as if looming over a scene of destruction, as though the creature was the cause of a calamity below it.
"I deem this investigation complete for the time being." Said Howard. He turned the young man away from the limp man. "Return to your Pokémon. Don't attempt to meddle with my affairs. I'd hate to have you face the consequences."
Andrew paid no mind to the receptionist as they inquired about the loud noise. His mind was racing, raising questions left and right as he headed down the hall, counting the numbers in an effort to distract himself.
He spotted professor Sycamore down the hall, throwing the door to his room open. Teela came up beside the professor as he leaned his head in. The young man could clearly make out the professor's words, "Where's Andrew?"
Silence lingered down the hall as the young man reached them a few seconds later. "I'm right here." He said.
Everyone turned in his direction. Aluette didn't skip a beat, running straight towards him. "Fenne, fennekin!" She shouted, jumping into Andrew's arms. She jumped onto her hindlegs, bracing herself against his chest as she started licking his face.
Aibek approached slowly, carefully avoiding all the furniture (oak); but his ample excitement was still exceedingly evident in every step he took.
The young man reached his hand out, petting the Peat Pokémon who started licking his hand instead.
Andrew giggled at their display of affections, calling off the two Pokémon as he entered the room.
"Andrew." The professor adopted a serious, yet frightened tone. "What was that sound?"
Teela shared Sycamore's curiosity, but was far too shaken to properly voice any inquiry regarding the matter.
The young man faced the professor. "I don't know. One moment, I speak to a man at the reception area, and the next, a loud noise pierces my ears." His blatant lie flew past the others' heads. "Do either of you know what's going on?"
Sycamore shook his head, "No! We were just in our room, when that loud noise shook our eardrums."
They were all silent for multiple moments. The professor scratched at the bottom of his nape. "It's probably best if we all just try to get some shut eye." He reached out, grabbing onto the door handle. "Night Andrew. Sleep tight you guys." He closed the door. Footsteps could be heard going down the hall as the door slowly drew ajar.
The young man sighed, grabbing the key and locking the door; but it slowly drew back ajar a moment later. He checked the latch: The glossy surface of the broken piece of metal stared back at him. If he didn't feel the urge to punch a drywall before then he certainly did now.
He pushed the cupboard over the door. It finally remained shut as the young man rubbed his hand against his face.
He could feel the heft of his eyelids growing overbearing, slowly closing. He shook his head, retracting his hand from his face. "Let's just go to sleep." He said, walking towards the bed. "It's been a long day." He turned off the lights, then laid beneath the covers of the bed. Aluette jumped onto the bed, sprawling herself out by his side as Aibek situated himself on the floor.
"Is it comfortable enough to sleep on the floor, Aibek?" The Peat Pokémon nodded. He would have said yes even if it was uncomfortable. But even the oak boards beat the stone of his old cave. He'd definitely find sleep very easily with such an 'enveloping' surface.
All three of them found themselves at the brink of falling unconscious, even as the foul stench still lingered throughout the room. Their bodies grew heavy as their perception of reality faded, making way to a peaceful land constructed by the deepest parts of their imaginations.
The orange glow of the fireplace illuminated the entire cabin. It crackled and sparked as the flames danced around itself, pirouetting as the ambient rumbles of the raging flames sang calmly; a stark contrast to the aggressive display of whirling fire.
Warmth enveloped him from all sides as he sat draped within a blanket, facing the open flames. He actively avoided the reprimanding gaze of the man next to him. "I told you not to stay out so late." The man's tone was harsh, but he could still decipher genuine concern within it.
"I just wanted to play with my friends." He said, voice low, hardly decipherable.
"You could've waited till tomorrow at least." The man forced his gaze to fall upon his own. "You were out there for hours! You could've died!"
Their eyes separated once more. "I'm sorry, dad." He almost felt like crying. He did almost die. He did spend hours out in the freezing, snow covered forest. And his poor excuse was he'd wanted to play with his friends. His father must've been worried sick, and yet he nearly dismissed his concerns entirely. He'd derived far too much of his mother.
His father sighed. "You're lucky your mother's not here. She'd be berating you for hours on end." He embraced him, slowly leaning from side to side. "Just take care of yourself. There'll be times where you need help, but no one's there to pick you back up. Everything will push you further down. You'll feel like you'll never get back up. But you'll have to do just that."
He looked into his father's eyes. "You'll be there though, right?" He only saw the shake of his father's head.
"I'll be there every time I can. But there'll be times that I can't. You'll have to face the harshness of reality on your own once I'm gone." His father leaned his head against his. "That won't happen anytime soon though. I'll be here now. And I'll be there in the foreseeable future."
"You promise?"
"Pinky promise."
Their pinkies met, wrapping around one another as his consciousness slowly faded.
Andrew opened his eyes. His form lacked any sense of grogginess as his surroundings were made of (dear lord) nothing but oak. He sighed. "What do you want now?" He rose from the bed, ending up face to face with the apparition.
"I'd like to make a deal." Said the shapeless mass.
"You're growing quite presumptuous. What makes you think I'd ever even consider accepting an affair from you. You're not even real. You're just a hallucination made from the aftermath of radiation poisoning."
"I'm incorporeal, and I am a creation of your imagination. But I'm no mirage, nor was I derived from radiation. My creation merely elicited a similar frequency."
The young man thought through his next words carefully in the hopes of drawing a clear answer from the apparition. "Who influenced your creation then?"
"I share your knowledge. I'm independent of your thoughts and ideas. But my intellect is no greater than yours."
He'd be flattered had it's response not served to annoy him. "Then how can you claim my perception to be false when your existence remains a mystery to us both."
"I cannot claim that your perception is false. But you lack belief in it to claim it to be the truth. But let us not dwell upon trivial matters any further. Let us strike a transaction."
He sighed. His curiosity was getting the better of him. "I won't agree either way. But I'll humor the idea. Fire away! Provide me with your offers and terms."
"Very well." The apparition grinned creepily. "I wish to aid your form; physically and mentally." The young man raised a brow at it's request. "You're ailed. Your form has fought strenuously to maintain itself for a month. The wear and tear is starting to show. You're in desperate need of medical assistance if you wish to recover properly. But I can supply your form with what it needs, curing any prior injury or sickness within seconds. But not only do I have the ability to cure you, I can also aid your longevity to lengths no man has ever faced. You'll be stronger, faster, nimbler. Your senses will surpass that of the greatest creatures of this world. Your form will bear likeness to that of a god; an unstoppable force beyond your wildest imagination."
"I don't care about reaching omnipotence. I will face hardships along my travels. But I'll pull through without you." He turned away from the apparition, facing the window and staring out into the empty void.
"What about your Pokémon?" The young man kept staring into the void, but listened intently. "You'd do anything for them. You'd face danger with reckless abandon just to keep them safe. It's admirable. But that won't keep you from facing the repercussions. Your body will tear itself apart, till you eventually collapse. What happens then? Who will stand up for your Pokémon in the face of danger when you're gone?"
His head fell as he listened to it's words. "Someone else will take them in." The endless void grew past his peripheral, until it fully enveloped him.
He turned around. The apparition was gone. In it's place was Aluette. "Things won't remain the same between you and her. She'll change." The Fox Pokémon suddenly changed. She turned into the same voluptuous Braixen he'd 'dreamed' about the night prior. "She'll grow larger, stronger and more appealing."
The Fox Pokémon's expression turned sultry. "Your friendship will grow stronger. But her hungering libido will be at the forefront of her mind, every waking moment. And nothing would stop you from tending to her desires." He suddenly stood nude, Aluette leaning against his body, her hefty bosom laying flat atop his skin as her paws ran all along his bare frame.
"You'll grow curious about each other's anatomy. Treading upon unexplored territories when every opportunity presents itself." She reached further down, claws lightly scratching down his stomach, slowly reaching his pelvis; her pink eyes never leaving his, gleaming with desire.
He found his own hands trailing down her back, digging into her silky, glossy fur. He eventually reached the base of her tail, slowly running his hands along the surface of her bottocks.
"But who's to say it'll stop at lust." Her lust craven gaze morphed to one of adoration, ardor and desire. "You'll seek out something deeper, something more intimate. Your pursuit for pleasure will turn into a journey of passion." She braced her hand upon his shoulder, leaning into him as she tilted her head and closed her eyes, slowly growing closer and closer. "You'll yearn for her companionship. You'll yearn for her utmost faith. You'll yearn for her deepest love." All distance separating the two vanished as their lips embraced in a display of their most carnal passions.
Their warm breaths mingled as they shared each other's heat, soft fur tightly grazing smooth skin. "Feel it! Feel the strength of her affections towards you. You would never dare shatter such gentle love. And yet, you've proposed that very idea."
Aluette still had her claws upon Andrew's pelvis. She slowly reached her paw lower, rubbing it along the length of his hardened member.
He ran a hand down her leg, the other reaching her upper back as he leaned down upon the ground of the empty void. Neither paid any mind to the impossibility of laying flat upon a surface in a field of nothingness as they broke off their kiss, breathing heavily.
The Fox Pokémon gave the young man one last look of yearning, before she turned around, perching herself upon her paws and knees, presenting him her wet folds. She looked past her shoulder, a calm, silently pleading look of desperation meeting his eyes.
He placed one hand upon her waist, the other lining up his stiff cock with her wet pussy. He slowly submerged the tip of his member within her tight vulva, drawing a gasp from the Fox Pokémon. He gave a low groan as he slowly pushed his hips forwards. She bit her lip, moaning lightly as he steadily entered more and more of his twitching member into her inviting depths, stretching her introitus and vaginal walls further around his dick.
He stopped as his tip made contact with her cervix, drawing yet another gasp from the Pokémon. Her eyes went into the back of her skull as a sizable bulge formed from the trainer's cock. He was no more than average in size for a human, but her species was not made to accommodate specimens of that size (at least upon her evolutionary stage). She didn't complain though, as his dick reached every spot of her clamping pussy with yet a few centimeters still outside.
Her heart was pounding in her ears as he slowly retracted his member, till only the tip remained within her. A low, involuntary whine escaped her throat, as her tail raised back and forth in anticipation. Her ecstasy reached new heights as he thrust back into her, reaching her cervix in one swift, powerful motion. He managed to rub against her most sensitive areas, eliciting a loud, euphoric moan of pleasure from her.
He kept thrusting in and out of her, steadily growing faster and faster, till he was pounding into her; her voluptuous butt rippling every time his hips slammed into her.
He leaned forward, groaning into her ear, causing her to gasp yet again, as he firmly grasped her swinging breasts. The hefty mass of her boobs drooped between his fingers as he lightly pinched and pulled at her erect nipples. He never let up his thrusting, continuing to groan and growl into her ears as her pussy convulsed around his throbbing length.
She'd shot way past cloud nine, pleasure coursing through her entire body as she grew closer and closer to her inevitable orgasm, moaning louder and louder with every thrust.
His climax grew closer as well; her unending displays of pleasure, furthering his own. One of his hands met the back of her paw, fingers intertwining in a moment of intimacy that ascended love to be on par with lust.
Her walls tightened as her body shivered, moaning uncontrollably as the last thread withholding her release snapped.
The end to her orgasm was prolonged as he continued to pound into her, audibly grunting each time he plunged into her tightening cunt.
He could no longer suppress his own release. He grunted over one last powerful thrust, hilting himself as deep into her as possible, sending spurt after spurt of hot seed into her uterus.
She shivered as more and more cum entered her tight snatch, making her orgasm yet again, as the prominent bulge from his cock grew larger; his sperm overflowing within her most sacred cavern, slowly dripping out her pussy.
She collapsed onto the ground, her boobs flattened against the void, her entire body shivering, as Andrew supported her lower body, aiming her butt into the air with a firm grasp upon her hips. She moaned and moaned and moaned into the ground as he slowly continued to thrust into her, goading release after release of more and more cum into her small cunt.
They remained that way for quite some time, breathing heavily as Andrew released one last shot of cum into her twitching pussy.
She looked back at him, a wide smile plastered on her muzzle. Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction, pleasure coursing through her entire being. But he could sense a hunger, deep within her pink eyes; a longing desire for much, much more.
His still erect member throbbed within her once more. Her expression morphed to one of surprise, her unsatiated libido now screaming within her gaze.
He did not skip a beat. He immediately started thrusting once more, drawing loud moans of pleasure from Aluette.
He sped-up quickly, plunging into her with hard thrusts.
The near merciless onslaught on her now incredibly sensitive cunt brought her even more pleasure than before.
The wet smacking of his thrusts, the firm grip of his coarse hands upon her hips, the hot breath of his loud grunts; it all made her senses go mad, furthering her pleasure more and more.
She moaned and whimpered, quivering beneath him: She was already close.
He sped-up, thrusting even harder and deeper into her.
She moaned louder, her cunt convulsing around his twitching length, clamping down on him as her body quivered from her third orgasm.
Andrew did not let up, continuing to thrust with vigor.
The rousing moment continued to escalate their pleasure and desire for one another for quite some time. The door to their passion had been thrown wide open, and both had no intentions of drawing it shut, till they'd fully explored every nook and cranny that lay beyond its frame. But nothing can last forever.
His member pulsated, twitching against her walls with each thrust. His arousal was further galvanized as the Fox Pokémon stared back at him; love burning within her beautiful, gleaming eyes.
Her breathing grew heavy, tongue lolling out of her mouth, reaching her orgasm once more as he hilted inside her.
She moaned and shivered with every douse of his thick seed, pervading her insides till she could fit no more; large strings of cum, pouring out her snatch.
He remained inside her for a long time, shooting load after load of spunk into her womb. But eventually he withdrew, allowing his semi-flaccid member to fall down limply.
He leaned back, catching his breath. He closed his eyes, rubbing sweat off his forehead.
He opened his eyes, only to find the absence of Aluette. He looked left and right, slowly realizing he was back in the motel room, the apparition standing in front of his clothed form.
"She'll grow far more attached than what you presume." It said, whirling in a more agitated manner. "Your connection will become her main source of happiness. Your absence would deprive her of that happiness. And her dependance of your presence will worsen over time; even without copulation." Andrew's gaze left the apparition. "A cooperative effort would not be an act of selfishness. It'd serve to improve the lives of others."
He sighed, clenching a fist. "What do you wish for in return?"
"A unition." He raised a brow in perplexion. "An ideal state of cohesion would further our strengths. See it as a collaboration. A combined effort to bring out the best of us both."
"You want me to let you fester my brain to supposedly improve ourselves."
"Fester? I'm no parasite Andrew. View it more as a symbiosis. We'll each be beneficiaries of this trade. I enhance your physical form, provide you with quality of life improvements and rid you of any and all chronic illnesses. What I gain in return is a strong, intelligent host. A home of sorts; one that welcomes me as an official residence."
"Why not go for someone else?"
"I wouldn't know how to leave your body. But even if I did, I've grown quite fond of you."
"How flattering. So you're telling me I can't be rid of you."
"Correct!"
"And you have no intention of stringing me like a puppet."
"Also correct!"
He did not detect even a semblance of dishonesty from the apparition. But he knew better than to trust it. "Ever the deceitful."
"Your distrust is warranted. But I've laid my emotions out flat for you to see." He still wasn't lying. "This will benefit us both. No more strings to be pulled. No more lies."
He hesitated. His mind screamed at him to deny the offer. But his gut told him to trust it. He did not know if he could trust either though. Back and forth, back and forth; he could not decide.
He sighed, placing his rump upon the mattress of the bed. He weighed each option, comparing pros and cons.
"What reason do I have to get rid of you?" His thoughts were interrupted by the apparition. "You're a source of knowledge; an intellect worth my while. A wandering corpse without knowledge is no more than a zombie. I'd stand out like a sore thumb on my own, making your knowledge of society quintessential."
He braced his head against his hand, rubbing along his brow. "Fine! But neither of us is hiding a thing from the other!"
"Splendid! I'll get to work immediately."
"Hold on! If we're gonna be acquainted, then what should I call you?"
"You already have your own imaginary name for me. It's quite clever actually."
"Which one? Turdpile."
"No, not that one."
"Hollow bitch doesn't exactly roll off the tongue."
"Ah, yes! The cleverest of names."
"How about brain rot?"
"That one was personal! And pornhub wasn't any better."
He snickered slightly. "Left hand-man then?"
"I call bullshit! You don't even have a right hand-man."
"Or do I? Wanna be my right foot-man instead?"
"Preferably not. I do have some sense of pride."
"Pride? Your shattered hubris says otherwise."
"You shattered my triumph; capitalizing upon a moment of weakness. I was proudly defeated."
"Sure. Keep telling yourself that. You might fool yourself eventually."
"Remind me who stitched his pants after they caught fire from the first campfire he made and had to settle for the help of a decimeter tall fox to do it for him."
"Not my proudest moment, necessarily. But at least I'm not bloated to the point of not accepting my flaws."
"You're one to talk! You were beat by an eight year old in a math tournament! That's your home turf!"
"I was particularly drowsy that day! And what's the difference between ten over five and two over one anyway? I deem it the fault of the judges for not spotting natural talent!"
"Yeah, sure! Just keep gaslighting yourself till you believe it's true."
"Damn contrarian!"
The apparition tittered lightly, "That name hasn't grown any less ironic since the last time you used it."
"That's the beauty of it: It never will."
Auther's Note:
Hi! I'm late to the party, yet again. I was at weebcon for about four days; then I was sick for another three. I am still working as hard as I can, but I can't maintain a consistent uploading schedule, I'm afraid. I'm too busy to get things done on time. I'll upload weekly if I can. But it'll be far from consistent.
I hope everyone has a good day. Bye!