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A/N: This chapter is not child friendly. This is your gentle warning.

Heartfelt Interference
Chapter Twenty-four
Age Eighteen

It wasn't until you felt the tension in the air that you realized that Nox and Rorsh might not be one hundred percent overjoyed with Eevee's, now dubbed Eon, evolution. He had evolved into a sylveon, which was a pure fairy type. It was a type that had been a bit of a mystery for a long time seeing as it had never been classified until fairly recently. And it was a type that was extremely effective against dark type pokemon which was probably why Nox wasn't at his happiest. The fact that he felt threatened was disconcerting; you couldn't help but wonder if that said more about his mind set then Eon's previous interactions with him. After all, the first thing that Nox did upon meeting back up with Rorsh when he'd evolved was pretty much try to murder him - something that might have succeeded if he had outlasted the older, more experienced eeveelution given that dark types were one of the ultimate effective weapons against psychic types. Now Rorsh's child was effective against him. Not as effective as they'd be against Dragon types if it ever came to that but still, pretty darn effective. Or he would be once he'd learned some damaging fairy type moves.

It was Rorsh's reaction that took a bit more thinking outside of the box to figure out. You finally understood when you watched Rorsh's eyes narrow on Sylveon's ribbons as they trailed up your legs. He was jealous - that's what the tension in the air was. He was jealous of his own son. It was a bit disturbing, actually, but you reasoned that you should have known that. After all, Eon effectively had hands as a sylveon now. They might have lacked in the same dexterity as human hands but they could still do things like hold and hug, something you knew that Rorsh would have enjoyed. He would have enjoyed it to the point where it would have been taken advantage of no doubt.

Unfortunately, Eon noticed the different ways that the older eeveelutions' eyes were fixed on him. The only one who didn't seem bothered in the least by his change was Ember - he'd been with you and Eon at the time it happened. While Ember might not have been a well of encouragement for the newly evolved pokemon at least he wasn't putting off the same negative vibes as Nox and Rorsh. As he passed by you and Eon to go get some water from the trough outside on the side of the house, you bent down to place your hand on Eon's head.

You tried to focus on getting him to calm down. Now, some people might think sending out soothing waves should have been easy to trigger consciously...they would have been wrong. It actually took a lot of concentration for you to consciously spark the green wave. In fact, you felt foolish trying to do it to begin with. After every passing second of trying to imagine your energy flowing in time with your pulse out of your hands and it not working, you couldn't help but feel extremely foolish. Like it was just all some big game of make believe that you'd been fooling yourself into believing that you could do it. The only thing was that you had never noticed anything out of the ordinary - your pokemon had. And oddly enough in some matters, like this especially, you trusted their observation over your own. Rorsh, Nox, and Ember had nothing to gain by making you believe you had powers that you didn't have. Plus pokemon had this endearing and unyielding habit of telling the truth. Lies were more of a human thing.

The green, soothing wave finally sparked to life as you focused more on Eon than actually trying to make it work. Apparently this wasn't exactly something you could force. You knew that you had to summon it somehow, like a pull to try and push something helpful out. It did require some effort but after you'd gotten it so far you'd started to think that you just had to let it go to flow back in your body. Somehow that made it seep out instead of die back down. Considering that this was all new territory for you, you had no idea how that actually worked.

The level of frustration with yourself was exhausting as you tried to chart untested territories. Not for the first time you wondered if that's how pokemon felt about their own special abilities. Rorsh and Nox, even Ember and Eon actually, had made it look so easy. You knew from helping other pokemon as well that it seemed to come more naturally for them as well and you just couldn't figure out why. Why was it that they could get this ebb and flow of their powers to listen to them? Was it a physical thing? Or was it a mental thing? Whatever it was, it left you feeling frustrated with yourself even though you were making progress. And it made you feel like if you'd been a pokemon, you'd have been a very slow learning one. Maybe like a magikarp. Only, the thing with magikarp was that when it finally got it, it turned into a big rage monster of the sea known as a gyarados.

"We'll all get use to your evolution together," you told Eon as they relaxed under your touch.

He didn't say anything as he leaned into your touch, his ribbons alternating between loosely squeezing your torso and rubbing up and down your legs. Nox's huff cut through any confidence that Eon may have gotten in the brief silence and you could feel him wilting against you. You clenched your jaw as you stared at the dark pokemon, or rather glared at him. It was hard to believe how cruel he was being, or how insecure he was based on Eon's new type.

You were about to go on the defense as Rorsh moved towards you and Eon. Instead of the jealousy or contempt you expected him to express based on how he was glaring at the ribbon arms that Eon sported, Rorsh was decidedly civil. He nudged Eon gently and rubbed his cheek against the silver colored pokemon. One of Eon's ribbons left you and wrapped around Rorsh almost timidly. When he saw that Rorsh didn't move out of the way or flinch from the new sensation on his sensitive fur, he made a happy sound and started to cuddle into his father.

Rorsh looked up to you, his indigo eyes much kinder than they were only moments ago. "Did you give him a new name?"

Eon nodded, though it was hard to tell because he was still nuzzling. You smiled and answered vocally for him, "I named him Eon."

"Did you name him that because it took a long time to document distinct fairy type differences?"

He knew you so well. You nodded and smiled before looking back to Nox. He still seemed quite upset that you'd returned with a fully evolved pokemon. Other than the type advantage you couldn't think of a reason why Nox would be so upset. Maybe he'd woken up on the wrong side of the bed. As you tried to figure out just what Nox's deal was, Ember turned back around from the side of the house and stared at you expectantly.

"What?" You had to ask when you realized he was trying to prompt something.

"I want my pokepuff."

Now that made Nox look a little less mean. His ears perked up as he looked between you and Ember. You rolled your eyes with a smile on your face. You slipped the backpack off of your back and pushed through all of the stuff that you had repacked in there after Eon had finally evolved. After a minute and a bit of mumbling to yourself, you found the pokepuff container.

Once it was opened you had all your pokemon's attention. They all gathered around you in an approximation of a circle, each eagerly awaiting the treat. Even Nox seemed to forget how upset he was about Eon as you passed out the treats. Somehow Ember had known just what was needed to break that tension. Although somehow you had a feeling he just had good timing. He wasn't the most insensitive pokemon you'd ever seen but you knew better than to expect him to try and take care of another person's feelings. Okay so maybe that was being a little cruel but the times where he seemed to care for others were far and few between.

"Okay, now that everyone has had their treat, how about we all go for a jog before it gets dark?"

Running was one activity that all the types could do together without fear of them rebelling. It would also help Eon get used to being a sylveon. He may have still been a quadruped but there were arm like extra appendages to get used to handling. Just like Rorsh he had to get used to all the new sensations, that was one area you believed that Nox had an easier time with. The difference about his body, besides the typing, was the golden rings around his body. And as far as any research was concerned that was activated with or without him willing it based him absorbing moonlight. As far as Ember was concerned you didn't know if he had a hard time transitioning into his evolved body seeing as you'd gotten him as a Flareon to begin with.

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After the jog you had prepared dinner for the eeveelutions. Around that time your parents had come back to see that you had yet another pokemon evolve under your care. You were pretty sure that the only reason they hadn't really talked through dinner was because both of them were smiling so much that their eyes practically twinkled. You understood that even though you were eighteen and so close to being an independent adult who was done with their training, that they would still take pride in all of your accomplishments. You didn't want to ruin it for them by telling them that none of the evolutions of your pokemon had been planned so far - that they'd all been spur of the moment things. You wanted them to be happy after all.

You helped your mom and dad clean up from dinner before retiring to your room. After making sure that all fur had been cleaned and brushed you took a quick shower, scrubbing down and washing off as quickly as possible. You weren't the only one in your house that needed to wash away the dirt of the day after all and it would be inconsiderate to linger.

When you got back to your room you made sure to tuck in all the pokemon into their own beds, which were stacked up like half-sized bunkbeds on the far wall, including stairs between them that functioned as storage shelves as well. The beds were spaced high enough up on the wall so that they could fully stand up in their bed and there was a small landing between the upper and lower levels. You got them all into bed before climbing into your own. You expected for at least one of them to abandon their own bed and climb into yours when you closed your eyes. You weren't disappointed.

Nearly as soon as you'd turned over and closed your eyelids, you felt the telltale signs of one of your pokemon climbing into bed with you. You felt the covers being pushed aside so that they could climb into the warmth with you. Despite the fact that it had been a hot day, climbing under the covers to snuggle up was comfortable. At least until the body heat became too much to bare. Right now it wasn't so bad though. And it didn't take long to find out what pokemon it was without looking. You could tell from how the tail wrapped around your legs that it had been Rorsh who'd joined you this night. By morning you would probably have a pile of pokemon making you sweat; even Ember seemed to be attracted to the poke-piles that happened in the middle of the night. It didn't matter how comfortable their beds were because the moment that one of them made their way over, you'd get another in a few hours, and then another soon after that. The final one generally joined the snugglefest sometime before morning. Which, of course, made it really uncomfortable to sleep during the summer with all the body heat but it was perfect for winter situations. Maybe at some point you could abandon the bed and curl up on one of theirs. It might have been too small to stretch out but if you angled just right and curled up just so you had a feeling you might be able to fit. Might.

Right now though, you planned to make the most of your bed as you stretched so far that your toes started to curl. Rorsh shifted behind you and nudged you with his nose. You could tell he wanted your attention but honestly you were just really tired. The last thing you needed was a bunch of thoughts fighting in your head to get your attention. From the stubborn way he nudged you again you could tell that it was important. He had this uncanny habit of wanting to talk when you needed sleep. Either he'd try to talk when you were going to bed or wake you up early. Neither seemed very fair to you because of the fact that you didn't feel as though you were properly awake for many of the conversations he wanted to have. Of course he tried to stick to topics that weren't taboo since that one a long time ago, like he'd been trying to play by your rules. And you appreciated it, you really did, but you knew that there'd been a few times he'd gotten close and you're half-sleeping mind hadn't exactly given him answers that you remembered upon returning to full consciousness. Sometimes it felt like he started talking to you when you were still half-dreaming and secretly you were extremely glad he didn't try talking seductively then. He had a voice made for seduction and half-dreaming you would have had no guards against it.

"Dreams," you murmured somewhat on the way there already without really realizing what you'd said.

You had the vague notion that you'd said yes to something but as for what it was, you couldn't be certain. The one thing that you could always count on was the fact that when you went to bed, sleep was quick to follow. Downside was that a lot of the times you didn't want to wake up, though you did each and every day. Mostly due to your bladder but that was neither here nor there.

Your eyes fluttered open, wincing at how brightly the sun shined over head. You turned your head and tossed your arm over your eyes to try and block out the glaring light. The damage had already been done though because that moment of pain had woken you up enough that you started to realize other things about your environment. Like how sweet the grass felt and how warm your back was. There was a comfortable weight over the indention of your waist and something supporting one of your legs. You turned over slowly only to realize what had happened.

This was a dream. How did you know that right away? Because the man with the lilac hair behind you was completely naked and oh so familiarly attractive. You could see every dip around his collarbone, the naturalized tension of the pectoral muscles, the muscles that wrapped around the ribs to connect to the tightly pulled and defined abdominal muscles. Your eyes drifted downwards pretty much without your consent and confirmed that yes...yes the humanized Rorsh was very naked.

You closed your eyes and clenched your jaw, counting backwards from ten inside of your head. In a vague sort of way it felt like you'd given him permission to do this, though you were sure you hadn't meant for him to be naked. Irritatedly you wondered if that was the only way he knew how to appear as a human. Maybe for all his confidence at being able to pull of being a man, he hadn't figured out how guys' clothing worked. You'd have thought that at least basic pants and a shirt would have been easy to figure out but judging by the fact that he didn't have it on, apparently not. Then again it could just be his continued attempts to alter your relationship with him.

Sadly, there was a part of your brain that couldn't help but feel like you could take advantage of this situation in a not so wholesome way. The fact that you'd done it multiple times in various different forms prior to knowing it was him didn't help that either. Nor did the fact that you knew first hand how good that sexual intimacy could feel now help you with keeping your hands to yourself.

You nearly jumped when you felt his hands wrap around yours, fingers weaving together. You wiggled your digits as you felt how real it all seemed. There wasn't that sense that it was a touch that spread farther than it should. Nor did it seem mystical or blurry. It felt completely real - like you were awake and holding any other person's hand right now. You could even feel yourself breathing and your own heartbeat thumping away in your chest. You could feel the subtle shifts in him as well, just like you would with anyone who laid down close enough to be breathing on you. It was so much more realistic than the first few dreams or even the ones you'd been having lately - the ones that you knew he took no conscious part in.

"It feels real," you couldn't help but marvel, though you couldn't bring yourself to stare at him in the face.

The fact that he had a human face would be too much. You knew that he was handsome, that he was attractive to you in this form. You also knew that you did have feelings for him. You didn't want to cross those two; you didn't want to turn those feelings of love from that you'd have for like someone in your family to those you might have had for someone you'd date. It was tempting (very, very tempting right now) but you knew that you'd only hurt his feelings and your own in the waking world. Rorsh had already said in once - you turned him down based on what he was and not who he was and that wasn't something that you were willing to change.

You were not going there again. It was a miracle that no one, not even Rorsh, had found out what Nox had done in the bathroom. You had no illusion to the fact that if you allowed anything like that to happen with Rorsh that he wouldn't let it be just a one time thing.

"It is real. It can always be real for us," He promised in his naturally enthralling tone.

You felt bumps race up and down your arms as you felt his hand slowly trail up your arm. He gently curled his hand around the back of your shoulder blade and pulled you to him. Suddenly you realized just how thin your nightgown was, and how short. It was like a wave that you could have seen coming if only you'd been paying attention but of course you hadn't been. Thankfully Rorsh didn't take advantage of that as he settled his arm back down to the curve of your waist, using his other arm to prop up his face.

During all of this you kept your eyes closed. Not because of the fact that you were angry, because you weren't. You still had the vague notion in your gut that you'd told him that this was okay, so you couldn't be mad at him for it. It was mostly because you didn't want to stare at his face. And if you weren't staring at his face then you'd probably have to look at his body. Arguably that could be the more dangerous of the two options right now.

Why did he have to portray a human form that was so damned sexy? Like what pokemon had the right to look that good as a human? You knew that he had a fit body as far as an espeon's muscular structure went but damn, it was something else to see it translated into your own species.

"I still want you."

Those shivers that raced up and down your arms from earlier had turned into little earthquakes that played out across your lower body. You squeezed your eyes closed extra tight as you tried to squeeze your legs together as well. His leg, which had slipped back between them when you'd turned over, didn't exactly allow for that later part. And at his words it seemed to inch up higher. Or that might have been your imagination. Or his...technically you supposed that this place was somehow a combination between his and your imagination.

"We've been over this Rorsh," thankfully the tone you used was much stronger than you felt, though you couldn't help the hitch in your breath as he moved his leg.

That time you hadn't been imagining it. Rorsh had truly moved his leg so that if you'd been sitting up, you'd have been riding on his lower thigh. You could feel his knee applying the slightest pressure to the inside of your thigh, teasingly and tortuously close all at the same time.

"I know. But I still won't share you, I refuse."

You let out a deep, shaky breath as you tried to figure out what to do with your hands. When he'd let go of them, you'd placed them somewhere by your chest. Which also meant that it was close by his. On accident you'd stretched out the digits as you twisted them around, only to brush up against one of his nipples. The fact that he had them like a human male wasn't the astounding part, it was the fact that they'd reacted so quickly the the minorest of touches that scared you at this point.

"I'm not going off and dating a whole lot of people, now am I?" You tossed back at him.

His fingers dug into your back, pulling at the fabric in a way that made it feel like he was trying to merge you and himself into one being. Like he was trying to sink into your back.

"Males keep finding their way to you. They're attracted to your power and to your body," Rorsh said without a filter. "I've been in their heads. Every. Single. One."

That did not sound like a pleasant hobby. And you mentally apologized to all of the people who'd unknowingly been mentally violated by Rorsh. He really did need to limit himself but at the same time it wasn't like he'd really acted on anything he learned.

"I won't share you."

"I know you don't want to share me," you said in frustration. "But at some point you're going to get over this insecurity. No matter what happens, I won't leave you."

Your eyes opened when you felt him move. His leg was no longer between yours, and his hand on your back was gone as well. Rorsh hadn't moved far, in fact he'd merely switched positions. You couldn't help but stare up into his hard gaze and slowly shift over to your back as he hovered above you, tightly corded arms holding him up. At first he'd supported himself on his knees but the longer you held his gaze the more you realized that he was shifting his weight to his feet. Which let him press down onto you at a very suggestive angle.

"I don't worry about you leaving," he admitted freely, brushing his nose along your cheek as he lowered himself down.

He was a hair's fraction from laying on you. Embarrassingly enough you knew that he could feel the swell of your breast and had been able to feel it long before his nose could reach your face. As he rubbed your cheek with his, his chest also seemed to shift which gave just enough friction to put your upper body at full attention. You could feel the tightness in your chest even as you tried to make sure that your back was as straight as you could get it.

"I don't even want Eon's ribbons around you at this point."

"Rorsh, that's not fair. He's your son."

"I know. And I'm jealous. I want to touch you, I want to wrap around you all day but outside of here, I can't," Rorsh said in a quiet, deep tone. "I chose to be an espeon to open your mind, but he's the one that gets to touch you more like a human than I can."

His gentle touches using his cheek and nose on your own were simple enough. The fact that you were so uncomfortable because of the anticipation which you kept trying to deny was your own fault. He probably meant for you to be like that but you couldn't help but feel a tiny bit guilty for making it so easy, for reacting so easily.

"You are mine."

He accentuated that last word with a little lick up the face. You could feel the warmth from his tongue as he tasted your skin. You should be grossed out by that and in some way you were sure that a part of you was. The other part of you couldn't help but remember exactly what Nox had invoked in you with his tongue when he'd used it. At the very least Rorsh was somewhat behaving himself. The disappointment at that idea, the frustration that came with it, was something you really didn't want to dig too deep into.

"Rorsh…" you tried to put all of your thoughts into that plea.

You didn't want him to feel like you were leaving him in any way. And yet you didn't want to hurt him by allowing him to carry on thinking that there was never going to be another human in your life. You couldn't predict the future and you couldn't help if you ended up falling in love. Sure it might seem unlikely now, especially with how restricted your social circle was, but you didn't want to rule anything out either. What if one day you met the right guy? What would Rorsh do if that ever happened? Would he have given up by then? Or would he run off once more? How deep would that wound really end up being?

"I love you, but I can't...I can't promise you the kind of love you're asking for," you tried to explain to him. "I don't know how you're okay with loving me like that while I'm human and you're not. I don't understand. I know you said that se...--that it's natural for pokemon too but don't you find it a little weird that you like me like that when I'm not even a pokemon? Our bodies aren't anywhere near the same."

Rorsh's indigo eyes stared into your own as he held his nose right at the tip of yours. You could feel his breath fan out across the bottom of your face just as surely as he could be able to feel yours.

"Let me make love to you, right now, in your mind where we can fit together," there was no trace of a whine in his voice, but you could still hear the deep plea.

Your eyes widened at how forward that statement was. It was even more shocking when he rolled his hips against you, already warm and ready.

"I will play the good pokemon partner in the daytime. But at night, in our dreams, I can be your lover. The only lover you will ever need," he stressed his point in a way that made you shiver. "I can promise you that you'll never want to have a wet dream without me again."

You gasped at the downright dirty way he'd said that. You had known that he knew what kind of dreams you sometimes had. It was hard to hide sometimes with him climbing into bed beside you. Considering that he'd made it his mission to know your body as thoroughly as your limitations would allow, he probably knew which kind of dreams based on the scent on natural secretions as you slept. Or he figured it out if you accidentally woke him up in the morning before you got to shower. Most pokemon with advanced sense of smell like all the eeveelutions would have been able to figure it out after some context clues were applied. He had plenty. It was just one thing to know that he knew and another to hear about it.

Rorsh gentle pressed his lips to yours but he didn't linger long enough to find out if you were going to respond in like enough. You scrambled to sit up to form some kind of protest as he very quickly started to move. Flashes of a tongue and the pleasure that it brought rose to the forefront of your mind. But Rorsh didn't do as Nox had done. As you moved to sit up, Rosh had slipped the singular layer of clothing you had on over your head.

Belated you realized that raising your hands up on instinct didn't help matters. By the time you realized that he had his hand running up and down your spine, fingers scraping at your skin with just enough pressure to draw shivers. His lips peppered lines up and down the valley of your breasts, gently touching the smooth skin of where each joined to your ribs. It felt like you held your breath with shaking hands as he slowly worked his way up to taking a nipple into his mouth. The warmth was wonderful and you felt as his teeth slightly running over the hardening site. Gently he trailed down. He surrounded you in every way possible and the whole idea of yes or no seemed a bit irrelevant to you. This time you'd never given him an answer because you weren't sure which one would have been the better choice.

Saying yes meant submission to all the pleasure that could be had and ignoring the moral repercussions. Say no meant that you may have pushed him away in the name of pride and sexual morality. The feeling of his lips, his hands, his legs, and all the bits in between made it so that you didn't want to have to make a decision. Not right now. Which, in turn, made the decision for you.

"Lean back," Rorsh whispered against your collarbone.

You looked at him with owlish eyes as you struggled for a moment between that early conundrum. With one hand splashed across your chest, he guided you into exactly what he wanted. With your legs hooked over him as they were, your chest arched backwards. His hand slide down your curved body as one held onto your hips as they continued the angle. You brought your hands behind you to help support your weight before you even realized what he was doing.

Wildly you bucked upwards at the shock of his fingers moving inside of your crevice. His stroked his finger up and down, moistening it just enough to make slipping through your lower lips much more pleasurable for you. Rorsh leaned over you, teasing your stomach with his lips and teeth as his hand kept itself busy down below. You felt the ball in your stomach start to coil up, though how those two things went together you'd never know. Apparently sex was such that it made sensations mix together.

The feeling of him pressing into your nerves over and over again, sometimes rough and other times as smooth as can be made you shift. Your breath came out deep and fast. You pushed against his hand, scooting up his body as you tried to ask for more without using your voice. You weren't sure what words could even express the need for how much more you wanted, how much more you needed. Rorsh found a way to give it to you because somehow, in this way, he knew you better than you knew yourself.

As he continued to press into the nerve bundle you felt something else. It was a new sensation as he parted you, his long fingers far more dexterous and practiced than he had any right to be. His slowly wiggled them, eliciting a fast gasp from you as you curled your hands. Your arms shook practically at the same time as your legs quivered. You bucked up against him, pushing at his hand, as Rorsh slowly edged one finger into you. You felt yourself giving out. So instead of hitting the ground and hurting yourself you rose back up.

Rorsh stared at you for a moment as you started to move away on shaky legs. For a brief second you contemplated telling him to stop. That it had gone to far. But that moment was extremely brief. You laid back down on the sun warmed grass, spreading your legs open and slowly raising them back up. You didn't have time to feel foolish as Rorsh climbed back on top of you, licking his way up from your belly button in such a loving way that you almost couldn't believe that this sort of thing existed.

His fingers stretched you, thumb and forefinger seeing just how far apart he could get your lower lips to part before it caused you any pain. And then suddenly you were so full that you didn't know how to handle it.

Rorsh closed his eyes and relaxed his head onto your chest as he angled his body just so. He lowered himself onto his elbows, pushing up with his hips as he sunk in completely. Your hands sought out his back, nails pulling at his flesh and urging him on. The friction was different...smooth in a way, but it was still there. You could feel as he moved back, as he rolled his hips, and especially as he pushed forward once more.

And with every motion you matched him best you could. The pace picked up as flesh hit flesh. Until the dance as old as time seemed much more like a race to the finish. In all of the excitement you forgot that this, your first time, was supposed to hurt because in the mind nothing had to hurt if you didn't want it to. And neither Rorsh nor yourself wanted any pain in this act.

You felt him start to slow down and yet he pushed into you with such strength that there seemed to be a desperate urge in him. You whispered his name in a near breathless gasp…

And then with an uncomfortable certainty, you were awake. One hundred percent awake and completely unsatisfied. You tried miserably to get back to sleep, to get back to the place of pleasure that you'd been in just moments before. But sunlight as it hit your eyes didn't let you.

You weren't the only one who was disappointed by the lack of resolution in your dream. Although judging by the pained pant, you had to say that yours wasn't the most desperate situation. Rorsh lay beside you, painfully hard (or so you figured) from the dream. The member which was normally completely tucked inside looked almost like a cone, unlike what it had been in the dream. But the longer you stared at what was no doubt the source of his pain the more it resembled a human male's organ. Until finally you could even make out the inflamed tip and main artery and vein. Oh boy did it look inflamed.

You shifted your hips, thighs rubbing together in the most interesting fashion. You could feel your heartbeat from below and it felt incredibly uncomfortable now that you felt so empty. Before, in the dream, you had felt full. Like you were wrapped in a blanket of pleasure despite the fact that you, in this case, were the blanket.

Rorsh tried to stay quiet in his frustration and pain. But you could tell how much he hurt with each heartbeat based on the look on his face. It had never occurred to you how uncomfortable something like this might be for him. You put your finger to your lips to try to urge him to be quiet. Behind you, you could feel Nox shift in his sleep though neither Eon nor Ember had gotten around to joining you on the bed just yet. Rorsh stared at you, which at this point was a mix of desperation and frustration. It almost looked like a glare. You didn't take it personal.

You tried to push your thought outwards, like you used to do a long time ago. It felt like you were mentally screaming as you ran into a brick wall. You'd been able to listen to and understand pokemon for a long time, and that muscle had been stretched and built up into something powerful. Your ability to respond back without using your voice had pretty much been forgotten. But you tried. And tried again until you felt something different, like it had slipped through a crack in the wall.

"Once, I will do this once and never again."

And once you saw the confusion on his pained face, you knew that it had worked. He had heard you. You licked your hand before reaching down between to rub at the swollen humanlike penis. Rorsh curled his head into his chest as he rubbed up against you, gratitude seeping from every pore on his body. After just a few squeezes you felt him burst. You tried to catch everything using your nightgown, which you had just managed to take off your body as you realized how messy this had the potential to get.

When you'd started to move your hands away to leave him wrapped in your nightgown, you felt him trying to hold onto you in a primitive way with his front and back legs.

"Stay. Hold. please," was the most he seemed to be able to construct.

You realized what he meant as the pressure continued. You felt him burst over and over again in smaller amounts, pumping out in time with a heart beat. His penis stayed hard the whole time, pulsing and twitching with each small release. You couldn't exactly think straight or clearly right now to start on the scientific side of thinking of what you'd just experienced but you knew this much. You weren't sure how long it went on for but you knew one thing was sure - it may have looked like a human male's but human males had one large release at a time. Rorsh had his spread out over the course of a few minutes. Minutes where he seemed to somehow get bigger as the liquid left.

As you gathered up your dirtied nightgown and tried to think how you were going to take care of that (your brain forgot about washing it out in the shower for a while), Rorsh got off the bed as well. He licked at your naked, sticky thighs. You jerked back.

"There are others here."

That time it hadn't been too hard to get out. Your outrage probably helped.

"That didn't matter a second ago."

"I'm naked," again, outrage was a great tool.

"I'm always naked."

Oh, you were glaring at him. When you figured that it had no use, you tried to quietly pull out another gown from your drawer. The issue was that when you'd tried to open the drawer it stuck. The wood had swelled with the moisture and heat in the air. You leaned over to try and pull it open without making a lot of noise.

Fur touched your back as Rorsh reared up and mounted you from behind. He didn't even bother with the pretense of asking you. When you felt him slowly push at your damp slit with a completely re-hardened member you at least had the forbearance of mind to reach out and clumsily lock your door.

Your hand went back to rest on the drawer, half bent over as you were. You could feel Rorsh aim over and over again, trying to find the right combination of angles to sink into your body. He pulled back a little and you let out a deep breath. Though physically there was no question that you were frustrated.

You felt him stop when his front paws got to the curve of your hips, his muzzle resting against your back as he arched his body. You felt his telekinetic powers part your lower lips and your eyes widened as you realized he'd just figured out how to do it.

This time as he started to slip in, it did hurt. You bit your lip and kept the sound of pain in the back of your throat. Your hands gripped around the wood as he eased himself in, trying to keep that exact angle he needed. You felt his powers slip, letting your outer walls go but it no longer mattered as he moved in. And then out.

Rorsh rocked against you and despite the pain there was a sense of relief as well. You could feel his silken body warming yours, him gripping onto you to slam in as best he could. You could even feeling him trying to circle in and out, never slipping out far enough to loose the angle.

Your body clenched around him as you clenched the sturdy dresser drawer. You pressed your head into the top of it, hair falling around your shoulder as you closed your eyes. The sound of him slamming into you from just the right angle, probably the only angle that could be achieved for this act between his and your body, was like a steady drum beat. And this time you felt yourself squirting all down your legs as he started to pulse, stretching you in near painful ways.

His hot, warm bursts of seed sent shockwaves of pleasure through you that you were sure hadn't been mentioned in any anatomy text book.

As he pulled out and you winced in pain, you didn't even look back as you asked him, "What...was...that?"

You knew what it was, but that question implied so much more than it's direct answer.

"I told you I could be ready in minutes," Rorsh said in a satisfied tone. "With the real you...apparently I recover much quicker."

As you started to stand up you realized that moving didn't feel as good as it could have. Sure your shaky legs and quivering stomach felt completely relaxed, as weird as that was. But he'd taken your first time in the physical world and with that came a broken hymn. Which hurt, stung more like. Kind of like cutting your finger down pretty deep with a knife. So you leaned back over in the same position as you tried to ride out the initial pain. Only...You felt a tongue run up and down.

Eyes snapping open you looked out of habit to see what Rorsh thought he was doing (besides the obvious), only to realize that it wasn't Rorsh.

...Nox had woken up.

And he had apparently enjoyed the show.

You sucked in a deep breath as you realized that he was done licking. Having watched Rorsh's attempts he knew exactly how to put his body into position. And within a minute of being unmounted, part of your back was covered again.

You winced heavily when Nox went inside. He shifted uncertainly as he held on best he could given the form. Tried to relax, key word here being tried. It was hard as he started to rock his hips back and forth, barely moving in or out of your body. The pain kept reminding you that you hadn't exactly taken it easy the first time. And your legs pretty much threatened to give out with each press. You felt a brush of silk up against your bare stomach before there was an increase in pleasure. You peaked for only a second to see that Rorsh had angled his head underneath you. He flicked his tongue out as he tilted his neck, gently licking at the top of your opening. He slipped his tongue inside, not even bothering with the fact that Nox took you from behind, as he sought to bring you to a heightened state of pleasure. His tail brushed along the side of your breast as he licked your cliterus over and over again.

Your body shook under the onslaught of them working in tandem. Nox eventually figured out how to go in and out without losing his grip, and once that happened he slammed into you with far more force than Rorsh had. The only thing stopping you from going into the mirror above your vanity-dresser was your grip on one of the partially opened middle drawers.

You didn't feel your own release this time until the absolute last second. As Nox's seed spilled out of him and started to fill you up, you felt those jolts of pleasure once more. Like little electric bursts. They knocked you over the edge and you felt yourself start to seep, and then there was a small squirt. As Nox slipped off of you, you felt his tongue running up and down as he tried to taste everything that you'd done. He apparently had a liking for it.

So did the extremely hot tongue that dove straight into your center.

You nearly screamed at the sensation, though it was far from painful. The instant shock to your system brought out more of a release from you as your body was kept on a constant high. You could feel the heat from the third tongue that fought with Nox and rorsh to clean you up. The burning, wet organ pushed back into you again like the owner knew exactly how to get the honey out of the honey pot. You squeezed your eyes closed as you realized one thing.

You'd been fucked once by Rorsh...and once by Nox when he woke up. Ember was right behind you now too.

Before you could let go of your dresser, you felt him mounting up. His fur was a cushion against your lower back, and his penis was so much warmer as it started to energy you. So much warmer. It burned in a way that you weren't sure if you could take very much of it. And as he started to rock in and out of you, you squirted again and again. Your legs shook underneath you as Ember released. When he pulled out you couldn't help but fall to the ground.

As though it were an apology for starting all of this, Rorsh liked up and down between your thighs. He gently brushed his tongue along your thrice used lips, tasting the blood that they had brought in their wake. It wasn't that they had damaged you - it was just the normal amount of popping the cherry so to say. He winced at the taste of blood but he kept cleaning, keeping as gentle as possible.

When you started to look up you realized with sudden clarity that Eon had been watching the whole time. And he was staring at you with eyes so wide they looked like they were about to pop out of his head. Yours hung down as you let out a deep, shaky breath. Absolute mortification set in.

What had you done?

What kind of a person were you?

And what did it say about you that when you felt silky ribbons reach out to hug you, trying to take away all your negative emotions, that you wished you could use your legs once more so that you could get into position again? After all, despite all the pain you were feeling, and the discomfort that you had felt, it had still felt good. You had been full and there really wasn't anything else that you could describe which would come close to those sensations.

So much for trying to keep it scientific. You had the feeling that if it were possible, these pokemon of yours would redefine the word Breeder as it applied to you. Thank goodness that humans couldn't have pokemon eggs.

Also, those fiery white glows around your pokemon would probably fade away once you weren't so exhausted...right? ….right?

You hoped so. Seeing in pulses of black and white like the whole world was one big digital negative wasn't exactly the easiest thing to do.
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