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Summer Interest	By : Mizor4 Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 7726 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Alex lay in that comfortable, fuzzy place between sleep and wakefulness. Early morning sun warmed his feet where it filtered in between the blinds in long bright slivers. The weekend, nobody home, no one to complain if he slept past noon – except something felt off.
Alex opened his eyes and jerked awake, making a soft gurgling noise in surprise. He pressed back into his bed, a fearsome black and red face inches from his. Zoroark grinned, a long muzzle full of jagged white teeth, sky blue eyes glimmering with predatory mirth.
Zoroark spoke in a terse but not unfriendly tone. “Essie said you would entertain me, little human.” The pokemon loomed close enough that Alex could feel warm breath against his face.
It took a moment for Alex to catch his breath enough to respond. “Just because my sister said something doesn't make it true.” Alex squirmed back to get a little distance and sat up with his back to the wall. He had seen his sister's pokemon plenty of times, but he hadn't quite gotten used to them being around the house while she visited for the summer, and definitely wasn't used to them waking him up like this. Alex pulled the blanket up around his neck.
“Clearly.” Zoroark grinned, ashen fur stained with distinctive red markings around eyes and mouth. “I am bored. Entertain me.”
The shock of waking up slowly began to fade, his heart slowing to a low thrum. “I um, w-what would you do if my sister were here?”
“Fight.” Zoroark's eyes flashed with a momentary hunger. “But Essie says I cannot fight you.” Her wide grin drooped slightly in though.
“Well, maybe I could get dressed first while you decide?” Despite the blanket he held firmly up to his neck, he felt naked before Zoroark's piercing gaze.
At that, her eyes lit up. "Oh, I like this idea!" Zoroark blessedly moved back, only to remain crouched at the foot of his bed, staring at him no less intently.
"Um, maybe you could wait outside?" Alex didn't like the hungry look in her eyes, like he were a snack he just offered himself up as.
Zoroark's head tilted, her voice quiet but intense. "But then I wouldn't get to see. Essie says I shouldn't ask to see humans naked, but you offered."
"T-That's not what-" but his voice died out as he felt the blanket start to pull inexorably from his grip, Zoroark effortlessly winning their gentle tug-of-war.
"Essie always talks about it like it's a big secret you humans all agree to keep. Your bodies are so strange. You barely have any fur at all." Zoroark finally managed to pull the blanket completely free.
She advanced in one fluid movement, as graceful as smoke in a quick breeze, hands on either side of Alex's knees. He squeaked, but a large paw pressed against Alex's chest and froze his breath. Claws rest just below his collarbone, long and deadly sharp, but they drew ticklishly across his skin as Zoroark let her paw trail down his slim torso.
Alex's throat felt tight, his voice more than a little high pitched. “I-I don't think she would want me to- I mean, you're-”
"I can keep a secret, even from Essie." Zoroark's claws slipped beneath the hem of the elastic waistband, her claws slightly cool against his warm skin. She grinned wickedly. Her eyes never left Alex's face.
One deliberate tug freed his shorts from his hips, then slid them easily down his legs. Alex scrambled in a poor attempt to obscure himself without looking like he were trying to hide anything in particular. Zoroark crawled onto the bed, a trio of claws coming to rest on Alex's leg, just above the knee.
“Your face is almost as red as my claws, little human.” Zoroark's eyes twinkled, ruthlessly holding his gaze. “I'll show you myself if you wish. Essie says males like to leer at girls with little clothing, and pokemon don't wear clothes.”
When Alex blinked, his eyes opened to find his sister where Zoroark had been, in the same position, hand on his thigh. She wore almost as little as he did, a blue lace bra holding up her perfect, not too large, bust mere inches from his face. Alex could feel fur and claw on his leg, but his eyes knew his sister leaned over him, the tan lines of her shoulder fading into a milky torso, well toned and athletic, not a single hair on her perfectly smooth skin- An eye-wrenching ripple left Alex staring at Zoroark's black-tufted chest.
“Be a good boy. Essie says you always were.”
Zoroark's claws gently scratched his hips and slipped beneath the elastic waistband of his underwear. His brain couldn't muster any kind of response, and he sat motionless without protest. Alex gasped, his intense excitement briefly caught by the thin fabric before springing free. He watched Zoroark's face as if this might have been some elaborate joke, but Zoroark more or less ignored him – well, most of him. Her eyes finally left his face.
Alex instinctively tried to pull his knees together, but Zoroark easily held them apart. She studied him with an intensity only a pokemon could manage, an overt mix of curiosity, hunger, and satisfaction at getting what she wanted.
“Is it always like this? Is that why you wear clothing?”
Alex tried to die of embarrassment. “N-Not always,” he managed to mumble.
Zoroark slowly lowered herself closer until her face almost touched Alex's erection, her breath hot against his sensitive anatomy. Nobody had ever seen him so exposed before, and this all so sudden. A sharp wet cold, Zoroark's nose, pressed against his tip. Alex sucked in a sharp breath. The strange but not at all unpleasant sensation caused every muscle below his navel to clench, and his dick bounced against Zoroark's snout.
The pokemon laughed with a childish glee and pressed Alex's thighs away with more force, spreading him lewdly. Her tongue felt rough in a squishy sort of way, like a thousand tiny suction cups gently tugging at his skin. She started at the underside of his shaft, moving gently up his delicate skin to the sensitive section just below the tip. Then she did it again, slow and tender.
Alex squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. Any last vestige of thought fell away like the wordless sounds that died in his throat. Pleasure washed away apprehension, the tiny part of his brain still left thinking rational thoughts shoved aside by raw instinctual pleasure. Zoroark didn't do anything fancy, simply licked him, careful and rhythmic.
And god did it work. Alex squirmed, and each twitch of his member seemed to encourage Zoroark, who immediately leaned into him, her long flat tongue wrapping around the underside of his shaft.
And then his sister was there again, standing just beside the bed, light blue lace panties to match her bra. She didn't say anything but smiled. In one graceful motion, she knelt onto the bed and swung a slender leg over him to kneel with one knee on each side of him. His reclined sitting position left his face inches from her barely clothed hips.
The thin light blue cloth hugged every minute curve, teasing the shallow dip between her thighs, the faint bump crowning her lips, her thighs so smooth they almost glowed. A part of his mind said he should look away, but that part of his mind hadn't received the slightest consideration in the last few minutes.
“Z-Zoroark-” Alex breathed hard. He tried to put two words together but couldn't. Her tongue continued as if it didn't notice the growing strain within him, claws ever so gently biting at his thighs. It was too much. He tried to warn her, but all he could muster was a strangled “I-!”
Only the tight sound of his breath slowly driven from his chest noted the last of his control breaking. Every muscle in his body clenched except for those uncontrollably pulsing below his belly. Alex happily gave in, letting Zoroark enjoy herself until his body slumped limply back against the bed.
Zoroark lapped at his tip, carefully collecting his thick release with an agile tongue and cleaning up any that managed to fall upon his heaving belly. When Alex finally managed to open his eyes, slightly teary from pleasure, he found himself face to face with a grinning Zoroark, a thick milky streak angled across the top of her muzzle, his sister vanished.
“You are quite adorable, little human.”
Another wave of embarrassment colored his already flush cheeks, and Alex certainly didn't trust himself to speak, not that he had anything intelligible to say. Instead, he used a shaking hand to wipe her snout, the short fur firm and velvety soft.
Alex let his hand hang awkwardly in the air before him, not having thought this far ahead, but the gesture made Zoroark's toothy smile widen. Her large claws wrapped tenderly around his wrist, and she pulled his hand close to lick clean his fingers with exaggerated slowness, reminding him of her tongue's alluring texture.
“Aren't you glad I stayed? But I'll let you get dressed now,” Zoroark said once she had finished, her voice proud. She stood, but her predatory eyes lingered on Alex long enough for him to note the gently smoldering hunger within. Her hips swayed a hypnotic gray he couldn’t look away from as she walked away. She stopped, one hand on the door-frame, claws splayed. "Don't take too long. Essie tells me I'm impatient." She turned away, her long mane a fiery swirl across her back, and left the door open behind her.
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