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Sweet Dreams	By : TheFour Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 4582 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Sweet Dreams
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Drowzee watched her trainer sleep. He slept a lot – every day. She rarely did so. So when he slept, she watched over him, protecting his dreams. He saved her life, and this was the least she could do to repay him.
Sometimes she watched his dreams as well, the nice ones. Sometimes he dreamt of her, training or battling. Other times of humans and human girls. He never dreamt of her like he did females of his own species though. She always wondered what it would be like. She felt the love from him towards those others, even if only in a dream.
She watched, and he mumbled, kicking slightly. The onset of a nightmare. They started off innocently enough, but a dream could turn dark very quickly. She could prevent it, but – he always seemed to know when she manipulated his dreams, and she felt it made him somewhat uncomfortable, despite her intentions.
She watched him, the covers pulled away from his shirtless torso, exposing his thin but toned chest. She'd heard other humans call him attractive. She didn't care so much for that, only for his kindness, his patience even if she wasn't the strongest pokemon.
Drowzee climbed atop her trainer's bed, not too worried about waking him. He slept soundly on the worst of nights. His gentle breaths grew faster, and he twitched his head. She'd have to do something soon, but she faltered as she brought her hands forward.
An earlier movement had moved most of the blankets off him. Humans always wore clothing, and every time she asked about them, he grew embarrassed for some reason. He turned bright red the time she asked to see him without his clothing on, and rushed back into the bathroom, clutching the towel around him as if it were the most important thing to him.
Thinking of him like this made her feel odd, similar to how he sometimes felt in those dreams of human girls. Again she looked down. He wore only a small pair of shorts about him beneath the covers – boxers, he called them, again, embarrassed when she asked.
That feeling intensified within her, a warmth that pushed her normally collected thoughts aside, whispering thrilling suggestions. She could look. He'd never know. Besides, pokemon didn't wear clothing, and no one had any issues with that. A much smaller voice whispered caution, and she easily ignored it.
She moved away the rest of the blankets, careful not to cause too much motion, and knelt at his side. Her hands trembled, but she used a bit of her psychic powers to deaden the feeling of her touch. She gripped the top of the boxers, highly aware of the soft, hot skin along his hip. She pulled.
The clothing slid easily enough, revealing him to her. It looked just like she'd seen in some of his dreams, though smaller and soft. Was that why they wore clothing? Most pokemon had their sex concealed with fur, but her trainer only had the barest patch of hair.
A thrill ran through her stomach. She should stop, but a slow burn had lit between her own legs, and she could feel herself growing damp.
Her trainer groaned and moved again. The dream was getting worse. She could change it and- Thinking quickly and with impaired judgment, she acted. Her powers turned his dreams, creating a new one, one similar to the ones with human girls. Only a light touch, nothing drastic, and the nightmare would come back with such little interference, but she had another idea on how to solidify her influence.
Again, apprehension fell by the wayside, and Drowzee reached down. In the dreams, he liked being touched. Her hands wavered, and with a deep breath, she gently grasped his flaccid shaft. It felt hot and soft in her fingers, but as soon as she touched him, it began to throb. She stroked him gently, and quickly he grew in size, much larger, to where her fingers could no longer wrap around the entire thing.
Her heart soared. She'd done this, she made him feel this way. And his dreams responded accordingly, the nightmare fading away to something more primal – and pleasurable.
Her own sex ached. A dampness wet the fur between her legs, and after much longer, she'd leave a spot on his covers, but her mind had other things to worry about. Now what?
She'd aroused him, but what now? She knew of sex, the basics anyway, but that would surely wake him. Again she peered into his dreams. A girl knelt before him, both naked. Her trainer felt pleasure, and the girl was doing something with her mouth along his shaft.
Drowzee didn't really understand, but she could imitate the dream-girl, and her trainer certainly seemed to be enjoying it.
His shaft now pulsed in her hand, rigid and longer than she expected, possibly too long for her too- She shook her head. No, not that, not now. She only did this to help with his nightmare. A burning lust wriggled impatiently within her belly, but she ignored it and returned to her trainer.
All it seemed she had to do was put her mouth around it. Bringing her face close, she could smell his scent intensify, and a shiny drop of clear liquid topped the head. She'd do anything to make her trainer more comfortable, and she leaned down to take his shaft between her lips.
A strong, salty flavor covered her tongue, not overly unpleasant, but also not exactly desirable. Her trainer groaned softly, and that gave her the courage to continue. She licked along his shaft, sucked at the tip, taking as much as she could – and almost choking – to see what he liked. It was easy to tell – his dreams swirled in a haze as she kissed and sucked him.
Her own needs ached, but she tried to ignore the damp heat between her legs. Her trainer came before all else. She bobbed her head along him, just like the human girl, though unlike the human, she could only fit a few inches before gagging.
Still, she tried her best. His soft grunts turned to needy whimpers, a cute change for her usually confident trainer, and occasionally his hips would buck lightly in an attempt to mate with her mouth. Hands grasped the back of her head. Panic flooded her mind, assuming the worst, but he hadn't woken. Her trainer slept, but his hands pressed against her head, forcing her down on his rock-hard shaft.
She gagged lightly, eyes watering between gasps for breath. If this was what her trainer wanted though, she'd let him. His grip became determined, and his hips jerked upwards. In a quick and forceful thrust, he pushed as deeply as her throat would allow and held her there.
Between the gags and choking coughs, she felt his shaft twitch forceful in her mouth before it release a powerful jet of seed against the back of her throat. Drowzee worried she might feint as he filled her mouth. Trying to swallow between his thick shaft and her attempts to breath ended up letting a large amount of the viscous, salty cum run down his shaft.
“Oh god that was incredible,” her trainer mumbled, hands relenting. “I- Wait, Drowzee? Are you there? What is-” He sat up in the darkness, reaching for the lamp.
Drowzee scrambled from the bed, but it was no use. A mix of saliva and cum dripped down her chin, and she still hadn't quite managed to catch her breath.
The lights flicked on. “Drowzee?”
She shook, unable to meet his gaze, and spoke via telepathy. “I'm sorry. I was trying to get rid of your nightmare, and I saw your dreams and thought I could make you feel good too and I-” She trailed off, trying to decide whether to run away or plead for forgiveness.
“Drowzee, you shouldn't just do things like that without asking.” His voice didn't carry the anger or hatred she'd expected. He spoke softly, gently.
“You don't have to do anything for me, especially that you don't want to.” He knelt down beside her, completely indecent and still a mess from his release, but his concern outweighed everything else – she could feel it radiating from him.
“You don't ever have to do anything you don't want to.” He stroked a hand against her head.
“What?” She looked up in surprise. “B-But I did want to, I wanted to make you feel good.” She looked down, unsure if she should continue, but she'd come this far already. “I wanted to do this for you, more even.”
Silence hung in the air for a moment, and he eyed her. “Uh, you didn't, well we didn't – do more – did we?”
She followed his gaze the the large damp patch between her legs. She blushed. “N-No. I'm sorry, it just happened when I was...”
Her trainer chuckled lightly. “Well, just please don't do this again, at least not before talking to me about it.”
“I'm sorry,” she mumbled.
“Don't apologize.” He pulled her into a tight hug, his bare skin covered in a light sheen of sweat. “But I, well I mean you helped me out, and you seem to be – well, if you're um, aroused and need help, I do owe you...” A mix of embarrassment and nerves washed from him.
Drowzee could barely believe her ears. “Do you mean that you want to be with me? You don't find me ugly?”
Red-faced or not, he never dropped his aura of compassion. “This is all kind of sudden, and I'm not sure if I'm ready to jump into that, but I could at least help you, er, relax.”
She had never met a better person, human or pokemon. She couldn't tell him, not right now, but she truly loved the human before her. “I-I'd like that. What do you want me to do?”
“Just lie back and relax.” He patted a spot on the bed, and she jumped up and lay down. He easily maneuvered her so that her hips rest on the bed, and her legs hung over.
Then she waited. She watched as her trainer knelt before her, his eyes fixed between her legs. The attention completely drove the past few minutes from her mind, and the insistent desire returned with force. His strong hands spread her legs apart, her lips parting wetly between damp fur. Why couldn't he just take her, her mind screamed, begging, that seed should have-
She gasped. Her trainer leaned in and pressed his lips against her dripping sex. His tongue gently probed her delicate flesh, running like silk across her slit. She squirmed, and his movements became more determined, more sure.
“What are you-” he panted, hands gripping the covers as her trainer's tongue pushed into her tightness. Mind-numbing pleasure flooded her body. Had she done this to him? Was this what he'd felt? She gasped, her body squirming beneath his touch, a brilliant, wonderful cliff of release quickly approaching.
As his tongue ran up the length of her sex, coming to rest at the sensitive nub that crested her lips, she came. She covered her trainer's face in a wave of her fluids, a squeak of ecstasy escaping her lips. He rubbed her belly through her release, just above her sex. It drove her wild.
As she came down from her orgasmic high, her trainer climbed onto the bed and pulled her close. “We're going to have a nice long chat tomorrow, right after we clean up this mess you made.”
Drowzee mumbled something noncommittal against her trainer's chest, and promptly fell asleep.
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