"You did what?!"

"Geez, Diamie. You don't need to shout."

Breakfast time. Breakfast time. I felt specially tired this morning, so these juicy berries felt even more delicious than usual! These bright red Cheri berries were a favorite of mine. They were common and easy to find, but they were not any less delicious because of it. I loved that burning feeling they left in your mouth! Ironically, the fire-type by my side disagreed, as she hated anything spicy. She was more partial to those thick Chesto berries that tasted so dry. Those were okay, I guess. An acceptable choice. But I couldn't help but stare in disgust as the Popplio in front of me devoured those atrocious Rawst berries that had such a strong and unpleasant flavor. How she could stomach those affronts to nature was beyond me. Wilds really were wild.

Jarque wouldn't be joining us today, as he had woken up early and had gone for a quick bath at a nearby river. It was tempting to go join him as it made me tingly to see him naked, but I was hungry and I hated getting my fur wet. I was a bit worried about leaving him alone, but he was close by and he would just shout out loud if something happened. Besides, I had examined the area around us moments ago and there didn't seem to be a soul around. We must have been weeks away from the nearest city.

So it was breakfast time with the girls. I was telling them about the events that had taken place between me and our trainer last night. Valentine refused to look at me, looking down to her food with a red face, while Diamie stared at me as she raised her head, mouth agape and eyes wide. It was a bit comical that Diamie was older than us but was still the shortest one of the trio, and the only one yet to evolve. "Clover, are you even aware of what you've done?"

"Um?" Thinking back to the previous night sent a shiver down my spine, all the way to my cute stubby tail. "Yes, I think? I did the 'masturbation' thing you told me about in front of Jarque, and I played with his penis because it made him feel good. Is that the equivalent of the 'masturbation' for males? Uh, and is it normal that his thing released a white liquid? That's nothing bad, right?"

"No, that's normal. It's the seed of life. I think humans call it semen," she told me. I repeated that word out loud a few times. It sounded kind of funny. "Didn't I tell you that you're only supposed to jerk off in private?"

I scratched the side of my neck as I tried to understand what point she was trying to make. "We were in private. There was no one else around."

"That's not what I…" Diamie covered her face with both of her flippers, sighing into them. "Dearie me. You cannot possibly be this naive. You are kissing him all the time so I thought you were very versed in these matters. Do you really know so little about sex, chief? And it doesn't sound like our trainer is in a much better position."

"I know what sex is!" I complained, crossing my arms, looking super cool. I still held a berry in my paw, that I took a bite off. That probably made me look less cool, but it was delicious so whatever. "Sex is the thing you do to have children. But what does it have to do with this?"

"Do you know how to have sex? Do you know what it looks like?"

Oh, darn. My knowledge didn't go that far. I only knew what little I had gathered from overhearing conversations and TV programs. I assumed Jarque must be the same. "It's, uh… You need a male and a female. And a kiss is necessary!"

"No and no. Holy guardian deities, you really are this naive. What am I supposed to do with you?" Diamie extended a flipper towards me as she stared at Valentine with a slight frown. "Are you listening to her right now, partner?"

Valentine turned to face me for a second, but was quick to look away. "I-I guess it is understandable. Clover must be at that age where hormones can take the best of you. I was warned of this."

I couldn't believe the Braixen. "Now wait a minute. I could accept that coming from Diamie since she's older and more mature than us, but you are younger than me, Valentine! You cannot be more knowledgeable than me!"

Valentine was a bit taken aback by my reaction, almost choking on a berry she was eating. "B-But I kind of am? I know what sex is, and roughly how you would go about doing it, even if I don't have all the details ironed out."

Diamie stared at the Braixen for a moment, tilting her head as she did so. "On that note, I've been meaning to ask, uh… How do you know those things, partner? Are you even sexually mature? I'm not sure how fast your species blooms, although I guess fires tend to mature faster than other tribes. Are you already at the age where you're touching yourself?"

"W-Whadda-What?" Valentine fixated her gaze on the berries in her paws as if they were the most interesting sight in the world, refusing to so much as glance at us as she sat with her knees close together. Her white cheeks had become as flushed as the Cheri berries in my hands. "W-Who knows? I-It is a mystery!"

"Hey, at least you're sensible enough to know not to jerk off in public," Diamie said as she looked at me for some reason that was literally impossible to discern. "But I take it the only things to enter you are your paws and maybe that branch in your tail?"

Valentine swung her tail to the front and gripped the branch stuck in it as if protecting it. "Wha — I haven't used my trusty branch for t-that!"

"Gotcha. Only your paws then."

Valentine grunted in response, not returning her gaze. It hadn't occurred to me that these two maybe also did the masturbation thing. Like, Diamie wouldn't necessarily surprise me since she was older and she was always very open and very bold, but I had trouble imagining this prissy princess of a Braixen shoving her paws in between her legs and going at it until she was panting with her tongue lolling out.

Valentine somehow gathered the courage to resume speaking. "But I've never done it with another person, if that's what you're asking. If I know anything about this at all it's because I grew up in a laboratory where they taught us a bit of everything. Um, although most such lessons had to do primarily with biology and anatomy, given in an educational context. Adelaide — the professor's Delphox — did give me, um, the talk when I was a bit younger." She gave me briefest of glances. "Although it never occurred to me that it was possible for a pokémon to mate with a human." Valentine raised her head to look at Diamie with jittery eyes. "C-Can a pokémon mate with a human?"

"Sure…?" Diamie answered without giving it much of a thought, but then spent a second actually pondering the question. It was probably not the kind of question that came up in the wild. "Like, why not? Humans have penises and vaginas like us pokémon. We should be compatible. I don't know if we can have children together or not, but nothing's stopping, say, a human male from shoving his dick deep into a pokémon's pussy and thrusting into her until they're both satisfied, no?"

I noticed Valentine staring down at her paws again, except there was no food left to use as an excuse now. She was very clearly just avoiding our gazes. Although the Popplio's words made even my fur feel tingly, so I could sort of sympathize. Valentine began to speak as she fidgeted with her fingers, keeping her head low. "Oh, buttercakes, you must be so experienced since you were a wild pokémon…"

Diamie shook one flipper as she gave us a sort-of-smug grin that only I saw, since Valentine was still looking anywhere but at us. "More knowledgeable, maybe, but I'm a virgin too." She fired a brief look at me. "That means I've never had sex." It kind of annoyed me that she was treating me like a naive kid, although to be fair I wasn't acquainted with this 'virgin' concept. "But good old Papa and Mama told me everything I would one day need to know, plus when you're living in the wild you are inevitably going to run into pokémon going at it. Sometimes I would hide myself in the bushes and watch." The Popplio stared at me for another uncomfortably long moment. "I wonder if that's your issue, chief? I had my parents, and Valentine had that Delphox. Did you have any adult pokémon in your life to teach you about all this stuff?"

I did have parents. Loving ones. But the last thing they did when I last saw them was help me and Mallet escape the building where we were captive. That didn't give them much time to tell us about them birds and the bees. Were there any other adults in my life? Not on the pokémon side.

But I had Mom, the human nun that took care of us back at the orphanage and that later left that life behind and adopted Jarque and his twin sister. She did warn me repeatedly that it is frowned upon for a pokémon and her human to be kissing in public, but didn't say much else. Maybe that's why Jarque was in a similar situation, since he also lacked any adults in his life other than Mom. I wondered for a moment if Mallet and Bera would find themselves in a similar situation. I knew the Litten had always been very attached to her, so who knows. And, hey, perhaps he would have evolved by now too?

In short… "Nope. No one to offer me guidance other than you, Diamie."

Having finished eating, Diamie coiled up for comfort. "Flattered and all that, chief, but I'm barely a few years older than you. Like, I understand being young and innocent and inexperienced, been there, but you and Jarque are not that young. Males mature a little slower I guess, but you really have no excuse, Clover dearest. When I was your age I at the very least knew how sex worked from, like, a mechanical perspective." She began to approach me by propelling her body forward with her hind flippers. She was slower on land, but not as much as one might at first imagine. "I better give you some basic pointers about sexuality, as I imagine you will only get more and more daring with our trainer."

Diamie then proceeded to explain to me everything she knew related to sex, to Valentine's increasing flustering. Some things I already knew, others I had assumed, and then others I had absolutely no idea about. Curious as I was, I already had a good enough understanding of how my own body worked, but males remained a bit of a mystery to me. I contrasted the things she told me with my experiences with Jarque the past night, and a lot of things suddenly made sense.

I was told that mating — or the dance of love as wilds called it — was this very intimate act you are meant to do with the person that matters to you the most in this world. Which of course meant Jarque in my case. That must be what we were missing! To think we were so close. We were just supposed to introduce his cock into my pussy? That's all? I felt silly for not thinking of that. It should have been obvious in retrospect because of the shapes of our genitals. And I'm sure we would have figured it out sooner or later as we fooled around, but this would speed things up.

Not much happened that night. Every day we alternated who was responsible for fetching wood to burn for the night, and this time it would be upt to Diamie and me, so I wouldn't have an excuse to spend a lot of time alone with Jarque that night. I didn't like the idea of leaving the young and attractive Braixen alone with my human, but someone had to stay behind to protect him. And, I mean, she wasn't bold enough to try to seduce him anyway. Diamie did note that I put more effort into finding wood than usual that night, and that we were done faster than expected.

Jarque and I slept together as we often did, as the night was cold even under the cover of our tent. The other two girls were with us so we didn't go any further than just kissing, and only because I prompted it. Valentine and Diamie had insisted that humans engaged in intimate activities only in private, but we were in private. Only our team was under this small tent. I tried subtly placing my paw on his loins, but he would gently push my hand away time and time again. If we didn't mind kissing in front of the girls, why did Jarque hesitate to do this? I didn't understand. I knew he liked it! Even Diamie agreed that the extreme secrecy with which humans treated sex was unheard of in the wild. It felt nice to sleep cuddled up to him, but it felt like a step back compared to the previous night.

The next night I was still on kindling duty, this time with Valentine by my side, so there would be no funtimes that night either. I figured I didn't have to worry about leaving Diamie alone with Jarque, since she wasn't even evolved. Besides, she had only been with us for like half a year, so she wasn't as attached to our trainer as Valentine or I were.

And, finally, the next night it would cycle back to Valentine and Diamie leaving off to search for wood, leaving me alone with my human. It dawned on me that I would get a chance to be alone with him every three days like this. I knew what I wanted to do. I had waited three whole days for this. To my annoyance he was a bit hesitant at first, but he quickly acquiesced when I started kissing him and caressing him, and then I allowed my paws to get bold and fondle between his legs. My original idea was to do the mating thing Diamie had explained, but he seemed a little too uncertain before my advances. It worried me that I would scare him off if I pushed, so I just opted for a repeat of what happened three nights ago.

And so we kept having fun together every three nights. I would keep careful track of who was on kindling duty which night, always fantasizing about the next night to come that we would spend together. That anticipation pushed me to strive harder whenever I trained or fought battles. Our third night together was much like the previous ones, except I was a lot more openly affectionate and touchy-feely, and I pretty much forced him to grope my tits. He stared at them so often! It was about damn time! He was a little too rough, specially with my nipples, but he would learn how to caress a lady's body with time.

For the fourth night, pushed by both courage and arousal, I found myself shoving his hand into my nether regions, and to my immense delight he began to use his fingers to pleasure me. Human hands are amazing and I am infinitely jealous of their dexterous and nimble fingers! My paws never feel this good when I touch myself. I always wondered if humans are so proficient with their hands because they don't have our elemental powers so they had to specialize in developing and using tools.

He was a bit too rough, and I didn't have a good enough grasp on the human language to guide him properly, but I still loved every second of it, my pussy gushing juice like I had never seen before. I could teach him what I liked over time, just like I had been learning how exactly I should caress his dick to better make him go wild these past few nights. Language was an annoying barrier, but one we could pierce with effusive use of body language.

On our fifth night alone I somehow ended up sucking on his dick. Neither of us was entirely sure of how it happened, just that it had happened at all. Feline tongues are a bit rough but are covered in hundreds of small flexible spines, so I hoped he wouldn't dislike it. It should feel like a soft comb, no? It was a lovely and intimate experience for me, and his moans of pleasure made me feel on fire, although it was difficult to concentrate on my sucking motions when he was constantly assaulting my slit with his mischievous fingers. As it was my first attempt it was probably kind of sloppy, but I trusted I would master the technique once I got a little more practice with him. When I felt him about to cum I took his enlarged member out of my mouth and rubbed my hands all over it, having him finish all over my chest. The next day I spoke of this with Diamie and she told me that the seed of life was safe to consume. Aah! Stupid, stupid! I would solve that next time.

Night six. It had been eighteen days since I had first touched his dick, so by now I had a decent understanding of what made him tick. This time I wasted no time to kneel down and go down on him. At first, I was a bit embarrassed to make any loud noises, but I noticed he would become harder whenever a dirty sound accidentally escaped my mouth, so I figured I could capitalize on that. I got specially rowdy so that he would hear me slurping and licking all over his length. It worked like a charm, because after a while he began to thrust it into my mouth, slowly at first until I made it clear he could go deeper. Then he began to stroke my head too!

I couldn't help but purr into his delicious dick as I gobbled it up. His musk was straight up addictive! And once he finally reached his climax I made sure to keep his cock trapped inside my mouth as my tongue flicked over it and tried to catch every drop. I swallowed a lot of his seed, which had a very distinct salty but savory flavor, as I made loud guzzling noises to turn him on. Mmm! I could get hooked up on this flavor! But eventually it became a little too much and I had to release the rod as it finished releasing its last few spurts, white liquid oozing from my mouth. I loved it, but he was cumming too much too fast!

The seventh night we took it a bit slower than usual, so by the time Valentine and Diamie returned we were still going at it. The two pokémon returned with firewood only to find the engorged wood of their trainer impaled deep into the throat of their Floragato leader! They soon excused themselves to give us some intimacy, but their expressions were priceless, specially Valentine's! The poor Braixen couldn't say a word to either of us for a few days! But, although it was a bit embarrassing to get caught, in a way I liked that this had happened. As soon as I noticed their presence I stared straight into their eyes as I kept slurping my human's manhood, while he badly tried to cover himself. It's not like they didn't already know we did this, but I wanted to draw a clear picture in their minds that their leader and their trainer were this devoted to each other. This was my male.

Jarque was a bit embarrassed about that the next day, but we eventually managed to convince him that no one in the team cared we got this snug with each other. He still stubbornly refused to do anything in front of them, though. Ugh.

So that was some very fun seven nights… and then, after nearly a month, we reached civilization. It was some random city whose name I don't remember. Just a small city with no gyms or anything. Now, we met the occasional traveling trainer while out there in the wilderness, but those encounters were always brief. Here in this city, there would be humans everywhere. No more being alone. No more intimacy. We didn't even need to gather firewood, so I lost that excuse to stay alone with Jarque. Even if I asked the girls to think up an excuse to give us some time alone, Jarque made it very clear that the farthest he would go was maybe giving me a quick kiss while alone in an inn room.

What nonsense. The laws of humans didn't forbid relationships between humans and pokémon, not in Baraja. According to Valentine, it was a don't ask don't tell kind of situation where, although not strictly illegal, you were encouraged to keep it under wraps. No one would go to prison if we kissed in public, but many people would look down on us. But so what? Those people probably wouldn't matter anyway.

So when we finally left the city after the longest week of my life, I rejoiced that I would finally get another chance to fool around with my dear trainer in the close future. I had held back admirably, but I was starting to grow insane. It wasn't too hard to find time alone to jerk off, but my paws felt like sandpaper after having tasted the dexterity of my human's skilled fingers. Plus I wanted to gather more experience handling his member with both paw and tongue. I didn't want my skills to rust!

We would spend our first night at some random irrelevant forest, and Jarque decided that Valentine and Diamie would be the ones to gather firewood that day. I wondered if his decision was motivated by a desire to be alone with me too, or if that was just wishful thinking on my part. In any case, my heart began to speed up as soon as the two girls said goodbye and left me alone with my human. I had made sure to ask my teammates beforehand to take longer than usual fetching wood. Diamie was enthusiastically supportive, while Valentine at the very least didn't complain.

"Kiss!" I wanted to get straight to the point. I extended my arms towards him, asking him to come closer.

To my relief, he didn't need much convincing. One word was enough to make him grab me by my shoulders and push me against him, our lips interlocking into a deep, steamy kiss. I made sure to press my modest breasts against his chest as our tongues danced, as I had learned he really liked that. When he eventually broke the kiss, a thin trail of saliva joining our lips remained as evidence of our affection. I made no effort to clean it. "Sorry for the long wait, Clover. We couldn't risk doing anything like this while in a human settlement."

What a silly thing. "Why not?" I understood that pulling out his dick and sucking it in the middle of a busy street wasn't the brightest of ideas, tempting as it was, but it should be fine to do it in a private room. "Inn rooms! Why not?"

"The inn workers have keys for all rooms. They might have caught us in the act." Jarque began to pet the back of my head. He knew exactly what to do to keep my temper in check. I had been a lot moodier since evolving. Teenage things, I guess? I needed to feel his attention, so this last week on the city had felt terrible.

I placed a paw on my chest. "Wait difficult." I then placed that same paw on his chest. "Wait difficult?"

"Very difficult." One of his hands started to scratch my ear while the other traveled down my back. I felt a tad sulky so I wanted to resist for a bit as a small revenge for ignoring me this last week… but I also wanted this really bad, and my craving for his hands groping every inch of my body won out.

I soon found myself purring into his mouth as we shared another kiss, his eager hands fondling my butt and one of my tits while my own massaged his chest and his loins. I missed this sensation so much! What aroused me the most wasn't his tender caressing — although that too — but the awareness that the person that mattered the most to me desired my body in such a carnal fashion. Yeah, that's right, I want you to look at me. I want you to ogle my sinuous body with lust in your eyes, and I want the sight to make you hard.

I rubbed the surface of his pants and it was plenty clear he was stiff already. Did it cause him pain to have that big tool confined within such a tight space? It didn't matter, because those clothes were going away regardless. Feeling no need to ask for permission, I pulled down his pants and underwear to reveal that luscious piece of wooden meat that I had fantasized about so many times these last few days. I pawed at it a few times, loving the reactions I was getting out of him. Yeah! Moan for your trusty pokémon! Make me feel desired!

But as I stared down to that enticing, mouth-watering cock, I felt something pulsate within me. Maybe it was because I hadn't had a chance to play with it for a week, but just rubbing it up and down didn't seem to fulfill my accumulated thirst. I considered shoving it into my warm mouth, but for some reason I felt like that wouldn't be enough either. What was my goal in all this? Why had I started doing this with Jarque? In truth, I only liked doing this because it made the both of us feel good and because it made me feel closer to him. I had no greater motive. But all the pawjobs and blowjobs, while enjoyable, were just meant to get him acclimated to intimacy with me. Could it now be time to go for the big prize?

Mating. Diamie had explained this concept to me, and just thinking about it made my nether regions roar at me as if hungry. I didn't understand why, but just the thought of having my male penetrating my pussy made me flush with an itching lust. Diamie had warned that this is how children are actually conceived, but Valentine ensured us that it was extremely rare for humans and pokémon to have offspring together, so it should be safe. Still, lovemaking was meant to be the most intimate activity two lovers could engage in. I wanted that. I wanted to do it with Jarque before anyone else.

There was a certain sense of urgency that crashed over me. I couldn't explain why, but the idea that my pussy would be the first one Jarque's cock ever enjoyed, and that my pussy would have been penetrated only by his cock… It was like a unique experience we could share, becoming each other's first. If I achieved that, no one could ever steal that feat from me, no matter what! Because there were so many other females out there that could steal him from me!

I had grown a little worried recently that Valentine might grow some courage one day and throw herself at Jarque, since it was obvious to me that she had the hots for him. And since Jarque was so young and hormonal and inexperienced I wasn't sure if he would resist the sexy vixen! I myself only needed to shove my tits on his face a little to get him raging hard, and hers were a bit bigger! On the other hand, Diamie didn't seem as infatuated with Jarque. Well, she had been with us for less than a year. But she still fancied his company and I couldn't predict what would happen as she grew more attached to him, specially if she evolved. Brionne were pretty cute and the Primarina species was famed for their stunning beauty.

And that's before I took the humans into account! An advantage human females had over pokémon was that their maturation was more lineal, so their bodies would grow curvier and curvier each year. I would need to wait for evolution for my breasts to grow further, and that might not be in a few more years. If I waited too long, human girls our age would develop bigger breasts and wider hips than me, and I would have a harder time competing for Jarque's attention! I was confident I would blow them out of the water once I became a shapely Meowscarada, but I couldn't wait that long! What if, say, Sen, that girl with the Oshawott, grew a voluptuous human body and tried to swipe him away?

No. This night would not end until I had that exquisite human dick crammed into my nethermost depths.

I jumped at him to hold him into an embrace, positioning myself such that his schlong was pressed against my clit, making me squeal with delight at the sensation of his dick hardening between my lean legs. "Clover…?" Don't let him think. I shut him up with another sweet kiss as I began to grind gently against him, feeling the head of his cock throbbing against the wet lips of my pussy. It was so tempting to just ground myself onto it, and I might have just done so if it weren't because he interrupted the kiss by gently pushing my face away. "Wait a second, Clover. What are you trying to do now? It is one thing to shove my fingers in there, but is this safe?"

I wondered for a moment if Jarque even knew what sex was. We had been fooling around for nearly a month now, and I knew he had in this time bought a few books on biology and anatomy related to both humans and the Meowscarada line. He couldn't be that ignorant by now. Then again, neither of us was particularly experienced.

"Mating!" I said in my most provocative voice possible. "Feels good!" Ugh, I hated having such a limited grasp on his language, and such a narrow vocabulary. It was difficult to sound sultry and sexy like this. I would need to study a lot more!

"You want us to mate?" Although he tried to go for a hesitant tone, his ravenous stare aimed at my wet slit told a different story. "Do you know what mating even is, Clover? That's how you make babies — uh, although I guess that shouldn't be an issue since I'm a human." He kept staring down, so I rubbed the head of his penis with my labia at the same time I massaged his stomach with a paw, in an attempt to convince him. He was so close to caving in, I could tell! "I-I guess this would be the expected next step after everything we've done. It would be the natural thing to do, no?"

I scrunched up my eyes and grinned. Yes! He was horny as fuck, so horny that he didn't pretend he didn't want this anymore! And I did this, it was my body that made him this aroused! Not Valentine's, not Sen's! See? I was his favorite all along!

Valentine had warned me that many humans would react negatively to their pokémon's advances, so thank goodness Jarque wasn't like that. He had grown in an orphanage surrounded by pokémon, so he was specially fond of us compared to your average trainer. We used to get very affectionate with each other all the time, and even bathed and slept together, and none of the ladies in black in the orphanage ever complained. Mom always warned us not to kiss in public, but never told us not to kiss at all.

We lacked at the time a proper understanding of the social context surrounding sex, specially as it pertained to practices involving trainers and their pokémon. Neither of us cared that the other was a member of a different species, just that we had a decently attractive member of the opposite sex in front of us. To be brutally honest, the only reason we wanted to do this was because we were two horny teenagers that were very fond of each other and spent a lot of time alone in each other's company. Really, the only surprise was that this hadn't happened earlier.

"How… does this work, exactly?" he asked, staring down to his penis rubbing against my loins, occasionally raising his gaze to look at my eyes, his eyes stopping at my breasts for half a second whenever he did so. "Do I just push it in, Clover? Are we sure this is safe? As a Floragato, you are a quite shorter than me."

I felt like scratching him, but instead I just grunted. I didn't like the implication that this would be easier if I were human. Which, to be fair, probably was the case, but still. The problem was that all I knew about sex came from Diamie, and the Popplio was a virgin herself so that didn't help matters. From what she told me I just had to fit his penis inside my vagina and have him thrust until he came. That didn't sound too complex. We could figure it out as we went.

"Enter! Enter me!" I tried to speak in a seductive voice, but I had yet to fully tame my vocal cords, so my tone came out as insecure instead. Jarque stared at me with cautious eyes, not moving a muscle. I feared that if he hesitated for too long he might decide to back away. Very well. I had given him more than enough time to take the first step, and I had never been a patient one. Time to take matters into my own paws.

I didn't say a word. My nether regions hovered over his upright penis as I held onto Jarque by gripping his shoulders with my paws. Breathing in, I let go of his shoulders as my paws traveled down his chest, letting my body slowly fall lower and lower until his cockhead was starting to push against my entrance. I stopped my descent. This was it. It was about to happen. I had fantasized about having his member inside of me so often ever since Diamie explained the concept. It was basically all I thought about when masturbating. And it was actually happening!

But he really was bigger than me, uh. Our difference in species wouldn't actually suppose a problem, would it? A fully-evolved Meowscarada was only a bit shorter than a human in average, but the height difference between a Floragato and a human was more pronounced. Looking down to his large, engorged penis pushing against my pussy made me feel both afraid and excited. I really, really wanted it in. I would never forgive myself if I stopped here. I had to show him just how much I loved him, goddammit!

I slid myself down as I felt the tip of his head invade my insides, both of us gasping. He was in! Only the tip, but he was in! I let myself fall a little further down until the entirety of his cockhead was inside, forcing a purr out of me. I was at the gates of heaven, and I was starting to grow impatient. If I kept going down this slowly I would be driven insane. Screw this. We're clearly compatible. Nothing to fear.

I plunged down on him in a single swift motion until my butt hit against his legs, taking the entirety of his length into my snatch. I screamed out loud, my face contorting as drool escaped my mouth, and I couldn't tell if it was because of pain or pleasure. He really was too big for me.

"Slow down, Clover!" Looking alarmed, Jarque grabbed me by my sides and lifted me up until only half of his penis was inside of me. I then pretty much dug my claws into his chest to keep him from lifting me up further. It was fine like this. I didn't want him to pull out. "Are you hurt, girl? I told you, you're smaller than a human. We have to do this with care."

I let out a soft groan. Why couldn't I just have been born a human and not have to deal with this bullshit? Then I would be placidly riding his dick right now. I hated to admit it, but his girth really was a little too much for me to handle. "Okay. No pain." That was such a transparent lie that there was no way he would believe it, but I would hate for him to stop more than anything.

He gulped as he stared at me, holding me in place and making sure I didn't dive down any further. "Clover, I'm not blind. Do you want us to s—?"

"No! No stop!" I let myself drop down a little, slowly, always gripping his shirt a little too strongly. It made me feel a bit sore as I took in more and more of his length, but the pain was bearable and the pleasure immense. At first, I was only going down because I wanted to make him feel good, but after a certain point I went on because I had never experienced something this satisfying in my entire life. My fluffy paws didn't make me feel this good. My yo-yo didn't make me feel this good when I shoved it in. Not even his dexterous fingers made me feel this good. What the hell do you mean different species. That human cock was clearly designed to fit into this Floragato pussy.

With my eyes wide and my mouth agape and drooling, I kept descending. I heard a duality of moans, and my brain couldn't interpret which were mine and which were his. I thought I had left the pain behind, but as more and more of his length slid in, it began to feel a bit painful after a certain point. Had I reached the limit of how much of his cock I could comfortably fit in? The pain was endurable, so I kept going down a little further, his vigorous moans heartening me to go on. Then the pain started to grow more evident, but I really didn't want to stop, so I kept diving further down. But then I felt the head of his cock graze my cervix, the deepest end of my vagina, and I screamed again. Okay, learned my lesson. No going beyond that point.

"Clo —?"

"No pain! More!" I was getting the hang of it now. I started shifting up and down until I found the point beyond which it started to feel uncomfortable. I just had to avoid plunging lower than that! Positioning myself right at that edge I looked down, realizing that something like two thirds of my partner's penis was comfortably fitting inside. So that was as deep as it was safe to go? Not bad! I wished I could take the entire length in, but this would have to do. I was amazed at how much a pokémon's vagina could expand and stretch to accommodate lengths from males much bigger than us. While holding myself upright against Jarque's chest with one arm, I pointed my other paw down. "Safe. Safe distance!"

Jarque looked down, and I felt his cock twitch inside of me as he caught glance of the base of his penis soaked in my fluids. "That's… what, two thirds of its length or so? So it doesn't hurt so long as we don't go deeper?"

"Feel good! Amazing! Best!" It really was an indescribable sensation. So long as he wasn't rampaging against my cervix, it felt addictive to have his shaft caress my deepest walls. I wanted more of that. Now that I had determined my limits, what was the next step? Neither of us was super clear on what we were supposed to do. Diamie had told me that the male was meant to thrust into the female until he ejaculated, but maybe it would be safer for me to be in control for now.

Resting my head against his midsection I began to push my hips up and down, squeezing his hefty member. Oh my god, this was paradise. Every time his manhood reached a little deeper in the direction of my womb I felt my entire body shiver, and as long as I was careful not to go too low I didn't even feel pain. His panting was adorable and it only encouraged me to go faster and faster. I had to constantly remind myself to chill out and slow down, because my excitement made me plunge a little too far from time to time, making me grunt in pain and risking making Jarque worried enough to actually stop this.

Okay, I had a good rhythm going. Awww, and it felt so comfy to cuddle up against him as I impaled myself into his rigid member, caressing his abdomen with my paws as he gave me headpats. I felt so loved… As I enjoyed the warmth of his caresses, it suddenly dawned on me. This was actually happening. This wasn't a dream. My trainer's fat human dick was stretching my inner passage, and mine would forever be the first pussy tightening around his cock. I was his first, and the other way around. No one could ever take this from us. This couldn't be undone. Now I just wanted him to really enjoy himself so that he would never forget this moment.

"Fuck, Clover…" He began to buck his hips against mine, gently, just enough for me to notice. I wasn't even sure if he was doing this consciously or not, but I loved the assertiveness of it. Since we couldn't fit his entire length inside, I found myself raising higher to allow him to thrust deeper at his own pace. I loved that he was claiming me! Yes! Make me yours! Neither of us had much of an idea what we were doing, we were just letting our bodies guide us towards whatever actions felt good, as if our bodies already knew what to do. See? Different species were totally compatible! How would you otherwise explain our bodies nearly acting on their own? It would have made no difference if I were human! His subconscious still saw me as a fertile female fit for mating anyway!

I wondered how it must have felt for him to know that his most trusted and oldest pokémon partner, his de facto starter, was riding his cock while drowning in pure ecstasy. It made me feel a bit embarrassed, but I wasn't stopping this no matter what! I stayed vigilant of any signs he was enjoying it. Every moan, every caress, every jerk of his buried shaft, every unintended hastening of his thrusts — he was loving this, and I loved that he loved it. I wanted to etch into his mind that I could pleasure him like no one else in spite of belonging to a different species.

I looked up to his beautiful face warped by lust and pleasure. So cute and hot! Although my own face probably wasn't too different, as I found myself panting with an open mouth, and I could feel my own saliva falling down to my chest. I caught a glance of his inviting lips. I wanted a kiss! My species always wanted kisses, but now more than ever! I raised my body a little higher to reach for his lips. They looked so enticing… I needed a kiss! I needed it now!

… But it was futile. A Floragato was just too short. My body wasn't tall enough to reach his face while simultaneously keeping my waist low enough for his cock to access me. If I wanted to kiss him I would have to pull his penis out completely and climb on his shoulders for our lips to meet before returning down, but there was no way I was stopping even for a second. My climax felt so close! What if I pulled out and then either of us happened to come? I wanted to come while feeling his hard shaft thrusting inside of me!

"C-Clover, I'm getting close…"

Change of plans. I wanted to come while feeling his hard shaft exploding inside of me! And judging by the swollen dick pulsing against the walls of my slit and coaxing moan after moan out of me, I wouldn't have to wait long! "Close! Very!" He probably could tell because of how violently my pussy was starting to suck on him, but I preferred to verbalize it simply because I now could.

My mind started to fill with images, questions, and doubts. How would it feel? Would he like it? Would he want to repeat this? Would this change our bond, and if so, would it be for the better? This wouldn't hurt, would it?

"Should I… pull out?"

"No! Never!" Maybe he was a bit worried too. This was our first time having vaginal sex, so a little apprehension was comprehensible as we didn't know what to expect. However, I had waited too long for him to decide to back down now, and I was way too turned on to think of anything but that incessant pistoning into my depths. I wrapped my legs around him and pushed him against me to hold him in place. You are not escaping, mister. I am your pokémon, so I will make you feel good! I will make you realize how special you are to me, and you will love me and cherish me forever!

Jarque made no effort to break free, and realizing this made the smirk on my face grow wider. He could grumble all he wanted, but at the end of the day he was as aroused as I was! I giggled just thinking of how delightful it must have felt for him to have his firm prick trapped inside this tight convulsing Floragato pussy. He was so big for me that he couldn't even fit his entire length inside! It must have felt so tight! I bet he had never even imagined his wang entrapped in such a deliciously warm and wet prison! He totally wanted to blow up inside of me, I could tell by his face! And his trusted kitty partner wanted nothing more but to be tainted by his seed!

My eyes widened. Wide. Wider than they had ever been. I had been feeling my orgasm approaching for some time now, but I couldn't hold it back anymore. My vaginal muscles contracted and expanded rhythmically around his wood in a way that was impossible not to recognize for me. I was coming. If I put my mind to it, I could maybe hold back three to five seconds, but by this point it would be physically impossible to actually interrupt the climax.

I could tell my lover was on the verge of his release too, due to the mesmerizing way in which the head of his cock jerked deep inside me. I wanted to shout 'cum!' to warn him, but a stammering meow came out instead. Talking was already difficult enough on its own, so there was no way I was gathering the required focus to speak while experiencing the orgasm of my life, and with a hard cock stashed deep inside of me. My brain would only let me purr and moan, and purr and moan I did.

"Clover, I'm about to…!"

Yes! Fill me up, you stud! Don't hold back! We were both grinding our hips against each other like savages, self-control nowhere to be seen. I felt my legs faltering because of my orgasm, so after letting out a particularly loud moan I slammed into him one last time and held my breath while my body released the tension that had been building up all day, all week.

He couldn't take this much stimulation. Hearing him moan my name in an adorable way that made my heart skip a beat, I felt him hugging me closer and shoving it a little bit deeper as I began to feel spurt after spurt paint my insides. My back arched against my will as I yelled out his name in my tongue. This should hurt, but my brain couldn't understand any sensation but pleasure right now. I was so profoundly drenched that my fluids probably acted as a lubricant.

My mind couldn't interpret what was happening. I had no idea my body was capable of feeling this way, as I felt my toes curl and my tail stand upright. I had never felt anything even remotely like this. My body was completely out of my control as I shoved my cunt into his dick with no gentleness whatsoever, the sloshing of my pussy juice and his semen intermixing into a hypnotic melody. I could feel it.

I could feel my up to now unsullied womb becoming branded with the warm essence of my male. Because that wasn't up to debate now. He would be smelling of my sex for at least a few days, conveying to everyone that this male was taken, and before the scent wore off I would make sure to mark him again. And in the same vein, I considered the possibility that many pokémon would be able to tell that I had sex with my trainer, that I had his cock mess up my insides and I loved it. He was so into it! I knew that his enthusiasm was mostly motivated by raw adolescent lust, but a part of me hoped that deep inside he was so eager and forceful not just because he was horny, but also because he wanted to mark me as his female.

My walls tightened around his cock as if to drain as much of the delicious milky nectar as possible and send it straight into my hungry womb. I don't even know how I was doing this. Again, I wasn't in full control of my own body, and judging by his expression I don't think he was either. And so we remained in a close embrace as his jerking penis fired wave after wave of hot sperm that my pussy gladly absorbed, milking him until his ejaculations dwindled down, until his sensitive head could only release small drops. And even when nothing else would come out my greedy pussy would still narrow around his width wanting to lure out even the smallest of droplets.

We stayed in a snug embrace, basking in the afterglow of love as I nuzzled him and enjoyed his gentle head rubs. What a great feeling! I felt so relaxed and serene with my head against his chest as I purred softly, more comfortable than I had ever felt in my life. The only reason I didn't fall asleep in his soothing arms was that I was feeling the rush of my life! Oh my god, what an amazing sensation! What was this emotion? Did it have a name? Was I really allowed to feel like this?

I felt an intoxicating bliss, something much stronger than what you feel when you win a very tough battle. There was joy, yes, and also a bit of pride for having managed to convince my trainer to get this intimate with me. But more than anything, there was fulfillment. Not just sexual fulfillment, although I hadn't felt this sexually satisfied ever since… well, ever since I evolved and developed these urges. My womb no longer grumbled! And also not just emotional fulfillment, although I had never felt this loved in my life, and I found myself somehow loving Jarque even more now. I didn't think that one possible.

No, it was some other kind of fulfillment. Something that feel unique to me as a Floragato. I felt like this was the kind of thing that a human would not be able to comprehend. How did humans call species like mine? Starter pokémon? Most pokémon were already strongly predisposed towards humans due to how advantageous it was to collaborate with them, and how much safer life in human society was compared to life in the wild. But us starters went the extra mile. We reaped every possible benefit and more from connecting with a human trainer, which gave us a fame of being too clingy or too obsessive. What nonsense! I would rather just call this loyalty.

Maybe it is in my biology. I think Valentine told me something about this, once? I don't know, I never pay much attention when she starts nerding out. But apparently the biggest fulfillment for a starter is to make their human happy. As in, it is not just important that the human feels satisfied, but that you are the source of that satisfaction. And maybe this was a little dark? But I see no issue with wanting to make your beloved happy, and knowing that it is thanks to you that he is happy.

The human language had many words for this feeling. Fulfilled. Accomplished. Satisfied. Realized. None of those came even close. This went so much further. It was something deeper, something that struck at your very core. Like a life mission, or something cheesy like that. For a starter, there was no greater achievement that making your trainer see you not just as a friend, but as a compatible partner.

I was now pretty firmly convinced that every starter that didn't want to bone their trainer either had an incompatible sexuality or was a filthy liar. Which worried me a little given who my teammates were, but that's a problem for future Clover.

For now, I just wanted to enjoy his warmth and his gentle petting hand.