I hugged my own trembling body to little comfort. This would be a chilly night, much like the last few ones. It was common among us grass-types for winter to be our least favorite season. Some lucky days we would spend the night in human-made buildings, in heated inn rooms where we would not suffer the winter's cold, but our journeys through Baraja would require us to sleep out in the open most days. Our trusty tent made sure we would not die from the cold, but it was still freezing in here! Right now it was just me and Jarque in this tent, as Valentine and Diamie had gone off to fetch wood and wouldn't return for many minutes.

Without feeling the need to warn him, I jumped at his arms to pull him into a hug. Aah! It felt so nice to have arms to hug him with! I was shorter than him, but that only meant that when we cuddled against each other I could rest my ear against his chest.

"H-Ha — Hea…" I cleared my throat. My more advanced vocal cords were now capable of pronouncing human words, but the kind of dexterity required is one most pokémon never bother to learn. "H-Headpats!" But there were at least a few keywords I had bothered to memorize.

"You've gotten pretty touchy-feely lately, Clover," Jarque said as he began to stroke my forehead, the smile on his face making my whole body feel tingly. Of course, I was more affectionate now that I could actually return the hugs! I gave him an awkward embrace with arms still not fully under my command, hoping he would appreciate my warm, soft fur. My arms weren't long enough for my fingers to meet behind his back, but almost.

"Ears! Chin!" I had learned how to refer to almost every part of my body, or at the very least the areas that I liked getting petted. A contented coo escaped my lips as one of Jarque's hands began to scratch the tip of my ear, while the other started to rub at my chin in that way only he knew how to do. I could feel my tail wagging behind me. This was heaven. I didn't mind Valentine's and Diamie's company as much now, but I still needed these moments alone with my trainer to charge up. And to be honest, I was getting a bit jealous of all the attention Valentine had been getting since she evolved too. I needed to feel pampered. I needed to feel his attention on me.

"Kiss." That was perhaps my favorite word. His face went a little pale when he heard me say it. "Kiss!" Mom had told us when we first arrived to this region that we should not kiss in public. I never understood that, but I begrudgingly obeyed. But in exchange I would drown him in kisses at every opportunity while in private. I didn't mind if the other two girls watched, but there was something special about doing this when we were completely alone. Jarque had grown a little hesitant about kissing lately, which kind of irked me, but I wasn't about to let that stop me.

His petting hand slowed down as he scratched the back of his neck with the other. "Clover, I'm not entirely sure if…"

Feeling bold I leaned in and planted a quick kiss on his lips, then he pulled back a little. That always felt so nice! For my species, that was my way of telling him that he was the most important person to me. I leaned in for another brief kiss, letting this one sleep for an extra two seconds as I enjoyed the warmth of his lips. He didn't pull back this time. Aaah! That really felt great! I loved Jarque so much. I just wished there was a way to show him, a way to have him know that he was the one who mattered the most to me.

I leaned in again, and this time he angled his head towards me too! My lips met his once more, and I savored the moment. Really. I wished there was a way to prove to him just how much I cared about him, just how essential he was in my life. My lips parted a little as I began to drool. There had to be something that two people could do to show each other just how much they loved each other, beyond petting and kissing. I gave his lips a lick with my wet tongue. Then another one. I just wanted him to feel loved.

My tongue was bigger now that I had evolved. Half-hypnotized by the pleasant kiss, I pressed my tongue against his lips for another quick lick without noticing just how much pressure I was putting, until my tongue accidentally sneaked into his mouth uninvited. At first, we were both a bit startled and I tried to recall my tongue, but as I did I grazed his tongue by chance, and that sent a jolt of an unknown sensation coursing through my body.

What was that just now? Feeling daring, I let my tongue brush his own once more to ensure that hadn't been a fluke. It hadn't. I felt my breathing speed up as I had my tongue grapple his until he began to return the endeavor, our mouths filling with each other's drool as our tongues danced together in an intimate fashion. I had no idea what we were doing, but I had never felt anything like this. His hand stroked my ear with gentle motions, making me giggle into his mouth. He liked it too!

I pressed my chest against him, feeling my entire body flare up as he began to rub the back of my head. What was happening? What was going on? I felt so strange. Our tongues continued to waltz even faster, and I wasn't sure if either of us was truly in control of our mouths right now. A mix of my drool and his own fell down from my mouth, making me feel even warmer. His hand was now massaging my back and holding me close against him. His petting was so addictive! I just wished there was a way to return the favor and make him aware of just how much I appreciated his — hey, hold on a second! I have hands now! I have hands now!

It hadn't occurred to me that I could now use my Floragato arms to pet him back! That would have been impossible right after evolution since I hadn't yet gotten used to my arms, but I should be able to stroke him real nice now! Testing the waters, I began to rub my paws in circling motions on his back. He gasped, and his panting became irregular. Was that good? He began to sink his fingers harder into my skin. Oh yeah, that was good.

This was heaven. We were kissing and petting each other, and for the first time I was capable of returning the petting too! I felt my heart beating faster and faster as my body heated up and asked for more, but what else was I supposed to do? Was I missing something?

As Jarque hugged me he happened to let one of his hands fall on my butt by accident, and the grazing of his fingers made my entire body flare up with a familiar sensation. It took me a moment to realize what it was. It was my pussy raising hell.

Now, I had masturbated before. I wasn't that innocent! Although I suppose I had no clue what I was doing during my first time. I had later talked about this with Diamie, more out of curiosity than anything, since the Popplio was older than me in spite of still being unevolved. She had then explained the concept of masturbation to me. She explained that when a female pokémon of a species like mine reached my age sometimes our pussies would act up, specially in the presence of males we liked or when thinking of them, and then we would need to rub at it until the feeling subsided. But as much as I wanted him to massage me down here, Diamie had emphasized that you don't do the masturbation in front of a human. Her parents had warned her that humans apparently wouldn't do this kind of thing with pokémon. Which was incomprehensible to me.

I interrupted the kiss to gather some much-needed oxygen, our pants filling the otherwise silent tent as I stared up into his eyes. He stared back at me, his breathing as irregular as mine. His face looked so red! I felt very strange but I didn't dislike it, although I wasn't sure where to go from here. Should I masturbate openly, in front of him? I really wanted to, but again Diamie had told me you don't masturbate in public, more so if there are humans around. Although we weren't in public, were we? We were alone inside a tent, hidden from prying eyes, and the closest human settlement must have been days away from our location. And it's not like Jarque would mind, no? Would it be that bad if I brought one paw down there? Just the one. Because, and I had to be honest with myself, I was starting to have trouble controlling myself even if I tried to.

Jarque's gaze was fixated on my paw as it traveled down until it reached my soaking entrance. It made my heart beat real fast that each of my movements was capturing his full attention. Just as a test I swung my arm to the side for one moment and his gaze followed after, as if hypnotized. I giggled, feeling really powerful. Yeah, that's right. I want you to watch. I want to be in the spotlight. I want all of your attention aimed at me and only me, my beloved trainer. Don't you dare avert those greedy eyes!

"Clover…?" The hesitation in his voice was so delicious that it forced me to lick my lips. I could savor the shyness in his voice, the doubt, but also the curiosity. If he wanted me to stop he wouldn't still be massaging my back, right? If he was even aware of what he was doing anymore.

I leaned back a little to give him a nice view of my nether regions, surrendering to my urge to show off. Why did he even want to watch? No clue, but I was happy to oblige. I began to rub my thighs together, wincing as the skin between my legs tensed, and the warm sensation began to flow over me again. My drenched pussy was twitching so much that it was beginning to scare me. I needed to take care of it right now, as it was starting to hurt.

I gave my clit a single rub with my fuzzy paws, and what little self-control I had vanished into the ether. I didn't care anymore. My brain wasn't capable of caring right now. While immobilizing his shoulder with one arm I clamped his leg between mine and began to rub against his clothes without a care, finding myself gasping and letting out girly grunts as I felt a flush rising in my chest. W-What was this? Why did this feel so good? It never felt this good! When I realized it I was digging my fingers deep into my wet slit. It was a pond down there, so they slid in with no resistance. And all the while Jarque never stopped gaping at me like I was the center of his universe. I couldn't have been happier.

I kept massaging his back harder with my free non-masturbating paw, not wanting to miss out now that I could finally caress him. But why stop at his back? I could explore his whole body now! I let my paw travel around his body, finding its way to his chest and abdomen. Even under those clothes I could tell he was kind of buff, although it was common for adventuring trainers to develop athletic builds due to their very active lifestyle. The feeling of muscle hidden beneath cloth made my breathing accelerate for some reason. I kept going down, lost in my thoughts, until I felt something exceptionally hard and withdrew my arm with a surprised gasp.

I had noticed his loins twitching every now and then as I caressed him, but only now I was realizing just how stuffed that area seemed, and it was worrying me a little. Why wasn't he getting wet like me? Did he not like it? Instead, his pants looked crammed, as if… as if something had become larger inside. That was a silly thought, but it was a thought that made my heart skip a beat. Maybe humans did the masturbation thing in a different way and they didn't get wet? Oh wait, my trainer was a male! He didn't have a pussy like me. I knew this because we bathed together many times when we were kids! He was supposed to have a, uh, a 'penis', but it was supposed to be small and cute, so I had no idea what was going on in there. Had it grown enlarged? Was this like an allergic reaction? Hold on, I am a grass-type. It could be an allergic reaction. I grew worried for a moment that rubbing against him had triggered some dangerous response in his body.

Placing my lust in the back burner I let concern guide my decisions for an instant, and without giving Jarque any time to react I used my superior speed to pull his pants down and — o-oh. A rod of meat slammed against my paw and scared me for a second, even making me stop touching myself. What was that long, hard thing? Was that really his penis? I had no idea it had grown this big, then again I had not seen him naked in many years so maybe. Then it wasn't an allergic reaction? I wasn't sure yet, given how red his face was getting. "Hurt?" It was hard to speak the human language when you were this nervous and horny. "It? Hurt?" I tapped at the engorged rod with one paw, and it twitched a few times as Jarque grunted.

"C-Careful, Clover," he said in a whisper as he placed a hand over it as if to keep me from touching it. "It gets hard sometimes, and when it does it hurts if you're rough on it."

"No rough." Got it. I had to pet it gently. I could do that! I placed my paw with care on his engorged member and I caressed it like he would have caressed my back when I was a Sprigatito. The ensuing spasm made me think I had done something wrong, but the accompanying moan told me otherwise. I titled my head at the mixed messages. "Good?"

"It's… not bad." He seemed particularly apprehensive to me, and I couldn't tell why. He had looked so into it moments ago when we were kissing! I wasn't all that used to my new arms yet, so maybe I was applying too much pressure when petting him? I decided to put extra care into my next stroke to show him that I cared, dragging my left paw along his length slow enough so that he would feel each strand of my velvety fur grazing his skin. He drew a sharp breath in a reaction that I found funny, but he made no effort to stop me so it must have been a step in the right direction. He was looking at me so intently!

Feeling like I had the hang of it now, I felt free to return my right paw to my pussy to let it resume its assault while my left kept working his hardened rod. I could move on to pet a different part of his body, but I was getting the cutest of reactions from caressing this part specifically, so I figured I could stay here for a little longer. Maybe this was a human's favorite place to be petted, just like mine was right under my ears? Plus, I was noticing that for some reason whenever I stroked his penis I would feel my slit pulse. In fact, I was enjoying this a lot in spite of being the one doing the petting. I felt weird, but I didn't dislike it. Perhaps he was in a similar situation?

I wondered — can males masturbate too? And if they can, would they use their penises instead? If it felt so good for me to rub my pussy, maybe it felt great for him to have his male thing rubbed too. And if so, could it be that he had never done this himself before? I heard Diamie say that males mature slower, and Jarque was still young. I would find it hard to believe that he had never at the very least touched himself down there out of curiosity. But there was a chance he never went so far to reach that sensation that Diamie called orgasm, if males can even feel that.

"That actually feels great, Clover…" he said, and hearing those words made my ears feel tingly. Yes, that's what I liked to hear! I wanted to hear more like that! I began to stroke faster up and down his shaft, rubbing it well-and-tender, letting my fingers caress its underside. Each spasm and each twitch I interpreted as a request for more, as his body urging me to touch him like that again. Feeling his slick member harden and swell within my fingertips sent a tide of… something all over me. All I knew was that I wanted to keep going. I didn't even realize that I was speeding up my other hand, still buried deep inside my wet slit and bringing me closer to an orgasm I wasn't even aware was approaching.

I cooed when he began to thrust against my hand as I knelt alongside him, my own orgasm quickly building. The voracious way in which he stared at my modest breasts made something burn within me. It was obvious he wanted his hands on them, and I don't know what was stopping him. I would have welcomed it, as my erect nipples were begging for attention. If I had any free arms I would have guided his hand to my chest myself, but each of my hands was busy with a different set of genitals. But I wouldn't complain too much, as one of his hands was scratching my ear while he used the other one for support. I had masturbated a few times, but having my human in front of me, petting me, made it all the more special. And sexy. I felt tingly everywhere.

"W-Wait." There was a nervous stutter in his voice as his hand hovered over my arm, as if pondering whether to hold me back. "Wait, Clover…" I gave him my most mischievous grin, as if challenging him. No, sorry, I had no intention to stop. This was so much fun! If you want this playful paw to stop you're going to have to restrain me yourself. "Ugh! Seriously, stop for a second!" He stopped petting me as his whole body squirmed.

My pleasure had mounted to the point where I couldn't control it anymore. I was pawing at myself without thinking all while I teased him, and only now I realized that I had accidentally triggered my own orgasm. There was no stopping it now. I felt my pussy convulsing out of my control as I kept pumping my paw around his member faster and faster against his continued protests, loving every second as a wave of warmth spread through my body as I came. Then, a few drops of a whitish liquid come out of the head of his penis. I released his cock immediately, gasping. W-What was that? What did just happen? Is that bad?

First, I double-checked that the liquid in question wasn't red and calmed down a little. Okay, that wasn't blood. I worried for a moment that I had bared my claws in a moment of excitement and hurt him, but Jarque didn't seem pained. Then what was that mysterious, thick liquid? Pee? No, it was markedly white. Milk? No, it was us females that could produce milk, and only from our breasts anyway. Unless human anatomy was even weirder than I thought, that wasn't it either. So if this wasn't bleeding, urination, or lactation, what in the world was that mystifying liquid?

As my orgasm receded I felt my fingers getting damp with a thick fluid and I recalled that whenever I came I often released a clear liquid similar to milk myself. The drops of goo flowing out of my trainer's penis were reminiscent of it in someway, although they had a different consistency and color. Could this be his orgasm then? I looked to this face. He was panting heavily, his face nearly drained of color, and I could swear that was apprehension in his eyes. It didn't seem to me like he was in pain, but he didn't seem pleasured either.

"I told you to stop!" he said. I noticed his legs trembling and his penis twitching. He looked down to the head of his still hardened member, noticing the droplets falling out. "What is even this…?"

"Sorry," I said. That was one of the first words I had bothered to learn, and had given it a lot of use. "Pain?" I asked as I pointed at his engorged dick.

"No, I think I'm fine." His constant gasps for air betrayed a very hastened breathing. It reminded me of myself when I am at the edge of cumming while masturbating. Was he not done yet, perhaps? But the liquid had come out already. Was that not the end of it? He began to rub near the head with two fingers, his motions gentle. This made his penis jump, and him gasp.

"More? Want?" I asked, my paw hanging over his thing now that I had already taken care of my own needs. Why did it look so hypnotic? That entrancing way it jerked… I couldn't stare away. He kept rubbing his fingers on his mast, not answering. "M-More?" I asked in a louder voice to catch his attention, gesturing with my paw, opening it and closing it. I wanted to touch that. I needed to touch that.

"Uh?" He was particularly slow to respond, and I wondered what had been going through his mind. "Oh, if you want to. But be gentle, Clover. It's never felt this sensitive before." He placed his hand on his thigh and looked at me expectantly.

I sat by his side, resting my head on his shoulder. This made him squirm, and I loved that. As my paw drew closer and closer to his firm cock, I noticed it bouncing in attention time and time again. A giggle escaped my lips. I had my hand approach slowly on purpose because I found his reactions cute and I wanted to see more of them, but noticing the feral, almost painful stiffness on his dick sent a tide of longing all through my body. I blinked, and when I opened my eyes my paw was already patting his rigid member up and down. Saliva was starting to pool up in my mouth.

Now that I was sitting by his side it became trivial for him to pat my head and scratch my ears. The stimulation made me hasten the pace without meaning to. He drew a sharp breath, but if he didn't want me speeding up then maybe he shouldn't be petting me so nicely! His fault!

"C-Clover!" His fingers dug hard into my fur, nearly scratching me. I wondered if I was making him lose control too, and that made me feel kind of proud. "W-Wait…!" His face was redder than I had ever seen it, and the expression on his face couldn't be anything other than raw unadulterated pleasure. Jarque had just said something. Some human words. I wasn't paying attention because I was too busy gaping at his big dick in my fluffy hand, but he probably said he wanted more. That would make sense. So, being the obedient pokémon I am, I began to squeeze harder and faster as he clearly desired, shuddering as I felt his expanding width within my paw. My trainer's dick. My male's dick.

Then, it happened.

"Clover!" More of the white liquid came out, but this time it wasn't a few small drops but rather a thick spurt bursting out in a rush. I got scared for a moment and stopped. That didn't look normal. Why was so much of the white liquid releasing all at once? Had I done something wrong? Have I broken something? But my instinct urged me to keep going and never stare away.

I didn't look at his face. Didn't need to. Just by the way his legs were shivering I could tell he was enjoying the hell out of this. I kept rubbing, more slowly and gently this time, and with each spasm another squirt of the cream-like fluid gushed out. This continued for a few more seconds, his penis releasing less and less volume each time, until it was back to only releasing small droplets. Even when it was clear nothing else would come out, my paw still stroked him for a little longer. And not because I commanded it to. My paw was as if acting with a mind of its own as I stared mesmerized at the still-hard cock.

I kept staring between his legs, in part because this was a very enticing view, but also because I feared looking up to his face and finding an expression I wouldn't like. I wasn't sure what had just happened. Was this good? Bad? Did he like it or not? Really, I don't think either of us had much of an idea what we were doing. We were just exploring our newly matured bodies and trying things that felt good, but I had lost control back there at the end and I worried that I had hurt him. What if I made him mad? What if he hated me?

My heart feeling heavier than ever, I dared to raise my head just enough to get a glimpse of his eyes. He didn't look angry. He didn't look happy. He was staring down with wide eyes, badly gasping for air. No, the expression on his face was one I didn't expect to find: confusion. "What the hell was that just now?"

"Sorry," I was quick to say. I wasn't even sure if what I just did was bad, but I wanted to make it clear I meant no harm in either case. "Hurt?"

"U-Uh?" I noticed that his reaction times were slower than usual, which I found a bit alarming. But my worries disappeared as soon as he gathered enough clarity to begin stroking the back of my head. "Don't worry, I'm not hurt or anything, Clover. That actually felt really nice. But what is this?" His other hand grabbed his softening penis as he inspected the white liquid. "Sometimes it is big and hard when I wake up, and it feels good if I touch it." I nodded to his words. I had noticed him taking conspicuously long baths in inns or rivers during early mornings. "But then after a while I feel… kind of weird, and this odd white juice comes out so I stop. I didn't know you were supposed to keep going. Learn something new every day, uh."

"All… good?"

"I'm telling you it felt amazing, silly," Jarque said as he rubbed my chin with playful fingers until making me purr. Was it me or was he being even more doting than usual? "I just hope this white stuff isn't like an infection or anything broken. I mean, I feel fine, but you never know. I should probably check out a book on humans after this." Yeah. He had bought a lot of books on pokémon, but he had kind of disregarded that there was a human in the team too.

My tail wagged as I reclined my head on his shoulder. Thank goodness everything was okay between us. That just now must have been the male version of the orgasm. I made a mental note to ask Diamie about it later. For now, I just wanted to bask in the glory of his company as his hand brushed my sweaty fur. That had been really fun, more fun than ever. But I still felt unfulfilled in some fashion, as if my body felt that we had not gone as far as it wanted us to.