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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 eventually managed to pull himself out of bed and wash up. He went through the motions mechanically, his thoughts preoccupied. Did he thank Zoroark, ignore what happened? He very definitely didn't plan on telling his sister. The shower spent replaying his encounter with Zoroark only fueled his teenage imagination, and when he stepped from the warm water, a part of him felt a stab of shame that the only question he cared to have an answer for was if she would do it again.
When Alex stepped from the bathroom, a mixture of chill air and no Zoroark waiting in ambush slightly deflated his excitement. Not that he really expected her to be, but he had hoped, as irrational as that seemed. Ignoring the cold, Alex scurried into his room to quickly dress, a blue shirt and gray shorts, then spend the next few minutes staring hesitantly at his door frame.
Should he try to find Zoroark? That seemed like what she wanted when he left. A small thrill swirled in his belly, and he had taken two steps towards the door before realizing it. From there, momentum carried him down the hall and towards the stairs.
It didn't take long to find Zoroark. She lounged on the living room sofa, her long mane of red hair spilled around her like a bed of coals. When she noticed him, a wide smile split her narrow muzzle, and Zoroark pulled herself into an exaggerated stretch, claws reaching over the headrest, chest arched to show off her lithe body. “Did my pup come back to play?”
Luckily, Zoroark didn't seemed put off by his gawking, quite the opposite actually. Her look sized him up with a knowing hunger, as if hoping he'd bolt so she could pounce. Alex took a few awkward steps towards the couch.
Zoroark's grin showed far too many pointed teeth to put Alex at ease. One of her legs drew in, bent at the knee to rest against the back of the couch. The other slid from the cushion to let a foot rest on the floor, ostensibly to give Alex a place to sit. However, her new position also gave Alex a conspicuous view between her legs, surrounding fur to short, like black velvet, to hide anything.
Alex lowered into the seat half pressed against the armrest, giving Zoroark as much room as he could, forcing himself to look at the black screen of the television, watching her distorted reflection instead of the salacious display she offered. “T-Thanks – for earlier,” he managed to mumble.
Zoroark chuckled. “Humans and words.” A large foot-paw moved smoothly to Alex's shoulder. Blunt, powerful claws playfully bit at Alex's shoulder, gingerly tightening, tugging Alex towards her. Alex tensed, but he couldn't stop himself from looking, his eyes following the toned curves of her leg to where it met her hips.
While he had never seen a woman in person before, he had done enough – research – to know what a human girl looked like. Zoroark's plump black lips looked rounder than a human girl's, her slit forming a "Y" shape at the center.
"No need to be shy, pup." Zoroark's claws gripped, still careful not to cause pain, but hinting at it their capability.
More stunned than reluctant, Alex surrendered to her encouraging paw more or less falling between Zoroark's curvy thighs, silky fur tickling his ears. His own red coloration, a sudden blush, matched the heat of Zoroark's body. A long leg slid over his shoulder and down his back, drawing him flush with her lower body, nose pressed to a bed of tickling fur while slick heat smeared his chin.
“I don't need to explain what you should be doing, do I?” Zoroark's hips rolled to bring her soft lips to his.
Alex couldn't respond had he anything to say. He curled one hand around the thigh leading over his shoulder and took her hip in the other. Zoroark's thighs closed firmly to ensure he didn't stray.
Alex licked her awkwardly, surprised by an unexpectedly neutral taste. She had no particular scent to speak of, maybe a hint of clean sweat. Zoroark clearly had a higher body temperature than humans, and Alex let it melt away the last few rational thoughts from his mind. His tongue lashed about aimless, thoughtless, exploring unfamiliar folds and testing the slippery crushing warmth at her center. Nevertheless, Zoroark pressed against him, needfully grinding her fleshy sex towards Alex's novice exploration.
Large claws encompassed the back of his head, pulling him tighter, fur and warmth all around him. The claws on her hands were sharper than those at her feet, and they slowly raked up the back of his neck, sending shivers down his spine, furrowing his brown hair. Zoroark let out a satisfied rumbled from deep in her chest.
Alex continued to enjoy the wonderful feel of her pussy, slick and hot beneath his tongue, growing more confident if not any more adept. A tight grip on his hair pulled his face tight, almost uncomfortably so, forcing him to take shallow breaths through her fur and leaving his mouth for nothing but her pleasure.
Zoroark unwound herself from him, her thighs relenting, leg slipping from his back. She pulled him by the shoulders, dragging him to sprawl atop her, chest to chest, hip to hip. She grinned, fangs bared an inch from his face. The wet around his mouth felt cold away from the warmth of her skin, and Zoroark gave his lips a playful lick.
"Have you taken a mate before, little human?" Zoroark's eyes glittered, large and blue and predatory.
Alex panted unsteadily, and shook his head mutely. Her claw cupped a blushing cheek with surprising tenderness.
"You really are just a pup, then," she cooed, playful but not mocking. Her eyes held his, something primal staring at him from within. "I can look like a human if you prefer."
Before Alex had the chance to respond, he found his sister's familiar smile and large hazel eyes looking back at him. Sister or not, no boy his age could have stopped themselves from glancing down at her full pale breasts, her nipples pink and stiff, calling to him. Even the fur tickling Alex began to feel like smooth, supple skin against him.
Alex squeaked. "No that's okay," he said in a rush.
The answer seemed to please Zoroark however, because when her angular muzzle pointed up at him once again, gray and red fur replacing his sister's face, a wide discomforting grin twisted Zoroark's lips. One of her legs shifted beneath him, and three large claws deftly slid beneath the waistband of his shorts.
Her claws didn't didn't so much as nick his skin, but the waistband caught painfully on his unyielding erection before Zoroark managed to free him. Alex whimpered softly but quickly forgot the momentary discomfort. A gentle touch at his bare hip guided his full weight atop Zoroark. Warm fur caressed his ticklish belly, trapping his erection between their two bodies, a mix of pleasure and frustration causing his stomach to spasm. Alex's hips moved on their own, driving himself through her fur to grind against her taut abdomen.
"That's not quite how this works." Zoroark stroked Alex's cheek, her voice low and sounding almost as eager as Alex felt.
Alex blushed. He knew that but- Nerves fluttered through his chest, sharp next to the wonderfully soft caress of pleasure. Something instinctual began to take thought out of the equation. Alex lifted his hips and wriggled to better position himself. Without being able to see, it took a few attempts of awkwardly prodding between her legs, each searching more desperately for her waiting entrance.
His bumbling thrusts almost felt good enough, a familiar tightness winding between his hips. But then he found his target, Zoroark's plump lips, slick and ready. It only took a slight push for his tip to slip into perfect alignment.
Icy blue fire burned in Zoroark's eyes, her narrow mouth parted just enough to show teeth in an anticipatory smile. Long claws snaked around his hips to dig into Alex's rump, slowly but ever increasingly pulling him down – down and in.
Alex let her, too overwhelmed to command his own body. He slowly parted her insides until neither Zoroark's encouraging touch, nor his hesitant quivering thrusts, bearing as much of his weight as he could put behind them, allowed him any deeper.
"That's better, isn't it?" Zoroark pulled Alex's face close against the side of her throat with one hand, leaving the other resting coyly at his hip.
Alex couldn't respond, couldn't move. His heart pounded, and the minute twitch from every beat threatened to push him over the edge. Even the controlled rise and fall of Zoroark's chest kept him quivering at the brink.
Alex gasped. "I-I can't-"
"Breed me, pup," Zoroark whispered, claws running playfully up the back of Alex's thigh to follow the curve of his butt.
The words resonated with every primal urge that picked at Alex's fraying will, and under their combined torment, he gave in. His hips jerked in shallow thrusts, unwilling to leave her unrelenting grip more than absolutely necessary, her fleshy lips squishing against his pelvis in the most arousing way.
Alex moaned, an awkward sound, but he didn't notice, let alone care. Zoroark gripped him tight, not letting his member so much as twitch within her depths, but she couldn't deny his release. Alex let himself fill her, straining to leave his seed in the very depths of her womb.
A shaking breath rattled from Alex's chest and he fell limply atop Zoroark's black tufted chest. She cradled him in a fond embrace, stroking the back of his neck. Despite finishing, Zoroark's intense warmth kept him hard, post-orgasm sensitivity letting him feel every subtle quiver of her tight insides, still trying to milk him of every last drop. He whimpered softly into her shoulder.
"I've heard Essie joke with her friends that human pups don't last long."
"S-Sorry," Alex mumbled.
Zoroark chuckled. "I'll just have to train you better. You can still use your tongue. It's polite for the male to help clean up his mess."
It took a second for Alex to catch her meaning, and it finally gave him the initiative to pull himself from between Zoroark's comfortable thighs. He reluctantly escaped Zoroark's pussy, leaving her with a sucking pop. Cold air stung his wet crotch, a cruel juxtaposition to their brief coupling.
"I-I'll get something," he stuttered, not quite looking at Zoroark's amused smile. He stumbled, forgetting his shorts which still hung around his ankles, and ran to find a towel, chased by Zoroark's taunting full-bodied laugh.
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