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Hurt and Comfort	By : Mizor4 Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 4586 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 1-Unexpected
- 2-Offers
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Kael woke to darkness from his short nap on the couch, night having fallen. The sound of running water sent a slight panic through him that shook off the soft edges of lingering sleep. How Zoroark managed to figure out how to turn on the shower he couldn't guess, but he half expected to find water flowing down the stairs. Luckily, he didn't.
Zoroark hadn't bothered to shut the bathroom door or turn the light on, but he couldn't find any obvious signs of disaster when he peered through the dim interior. Hopefully the pokemon knew how to use a towel as well, and Kael grabbed a full stack from the closet.
"Zoroark?" He spoke just loud enough to challenge the muffled sound of water crashing against wet fur and hoped not to spook the pokemon, then flipped the lights on. "There are towels on the sink for when you're done." From the humidity in the air and thick streaks through the condensation on the mirror, the shower had been running a while.
No response came from beyond the pale blue curtain, and Kael left to fall wearily onto his bed, still exhausted, torn between waiting and falling asleep. The shower ceased a short time later, followed by the sounds of movement and the curtain drawing back.
After another half hour of silence, however, Kael couldn't contain his curiosity. It felt a bit voyeuristic sneaking up on someone in the bathroom, even a pokemon, but the door remained open. Cold blue eyes waited for him to turn the corner, Zoroark's ears likely far better than his.
Zoroark stood before the mirror, a small pile of discarded towels around its large clawed feet, another draped over shoulders and the diminished bulk of its red and black mane. Still damp fur clung to a lithe body, clearly detailing gaunt ribs and the way skin clung to muscle a little too closely.
Zoroark turned back to its reflection. "My name is Risca." Her – at least Kael thought the name sounded feminine, her appearance and tone otherwise ambiguous. Claws hesitantly scratched at the stubborn mat of dried blood and fur surrounding her right eye, which didn't look as bad as it had before, but still didn't open.
"I'm Kael." He stared in silence for a moment before catching himself. "Want help with that?"
Her head twitched just enough to let her glare at him directly. She said nothing but eventually looked away, shoulders slumped.
The small sink didn't quite have room for two to stand in front of it, but Risca shied away when he approached to wet one of the hand towels with warm water.
"Here." Kael motioned for Zoroark to keep still. He moved slowly and held his breath when his fingers touched Risca's angular snout, the fur short and incredibly soft from a good soaking. Her one-eyed glare remained hostile, but she didn't snap at him. Blood caked her eyelid and the surrounding gray fur. Rusty, almost black grime blended with her bright red fur accents, making the wound look like a bleeding, festering mess.
"Are you hurt anywhere else? Do you need anything?" Kael pressed the cloth over the side of her face, hoping for her sake that her eye itself hadn't been injured. Of course he didn't exactly want to discover how a half-starved, half-blind pokemon would react to the news.
Risca growled. "I'll live."
It took a long time, even after the shower, but eventually some of the blood and fur began to separate, Kael careful not to apply too much force, and he watched Risca closely for any sign of pain. She held remarkably still. The source seemed to be a mostly healed wound above her eye, but he didn't want to make anything worse or lose fingers.
"You must have spent time around humans?" He kept his tone neutral, but he had to ask, a talking pokemon far too intriguing to pass up in its own right, one who spent time with Team Skull in Po Town even more so.
Risca bared her many large fangs, all of which seemed more than sharp. "I hid among them until they found out I was a pokemon." Such close proximity to Risca's powerful jaws sent a shiver through Kael, but she didn't move beyond the threatening looks, most of which were directed at his image in the mirror with her head tilted to let him work.
"How did they find out?" A bit more and-
Risca's eye snapped open, blinking furiously, a few eyelashes remaining in the scab but she didn't seem to care. A ragged sigh hissed from between her fangs. She turned away, voice gruff, and added a belated, "Thank you," and continued to blink while she examined herself in the mirror, still blurry with condensation.
Kael gave her a moment to compose herself, clearly more worried about regaining her sight than she let on. "Just be careful with your claws." Kael offered her the hand towel.
"I'm not a pup or an invalid," she growled and snatched the damp cloth from his hands before stalking out of the bathroom towards the stairs.
Kael sighed but prepared for a shower himself after clearing a thick, rather unpleasant pile of fur, and a few long strands of Risca's blood-red mane, from the shower's drain cover. He made sure to close the door. Steaming hot water soothed the unconscious tension from his back, and while he didn't remain as long as Risca, he let himself forget about time for a moment.
The cooler air he stepped out into refreshed him, even if he still felt more than ready to sleep. Kael wrapped one of the remaining clean towels about his waist and returned to his small, somewhat utilitarian bedroom. Photos lay scattered across his wide desk, most from a recent, questionably legal unsanctioned pokemon tournament he managed to talk his way into – not as a participant of course. Dark navy sheets covered a large bed, half made.
Kael closed the door and left the towel hanging from the doorknob to find something comfortable to put on. After settling on a loose t-shirt and forest green lounge pants, he turned to his bed and promptly dropped the clothing, all but jumping a few inches off the plush carpet.
He awkwardly turned away from Risca, who now lay on his bed, hugging one of his thick pillows to her chest, not quite looking at him, though a single gleaming blue iris peered from the corner of her eye. Her mane fanned out around her in quite an impressive display of red slashed with black, and in that first instant, like a vast pool of blood.
"You shouldn't sneak up on people like that." Kael took a deep, steadying breath and retrieved his clothing, turning bashfully away from Risca with as much dignity as he could manage, though he shouldn't be the one feeling embarrassed in this situation. "Especially when I'm naked."
She rolled her eyes. "Only humans are afraid of their own body." The pillow squished in her grip, and Risca let her chin fall to the mattress. "I wanted to thank you."
"It's nothing. I'm glad you're okay." He held the clothing in front of himself, covering everything important. "We can chat after I get dressed, but maybe you could give me a minute?"
"I don't really want to talk." Risca very obviously didn't look at him now.
It took a moment for her implication to sink in. He would have laughed if he didn't value his well-being. "That's not- I mean, you don't have to do that."
Her large claws strangled the pillow in her grip, glancing sideways at him and growling quietly. "I don't have to leave a tongue in your mouth either, but I choose to." The threat didn't sound heartfelt. Maybe.
"Look, it's been kind of a long day for both of us. Maybe you should sleep on it." Kael winced at how the fur atop Risca's snout wrinkled into a snarl.
Anger blossomed bright and visceral in her reflective blue eyes. She sat up to bring her full glare upon him, pillow forgotten. "If you don't find me acceptable, fine. I'd understand. But don't pretend like you know what I need, or want, or what's good for me." For a moment, she looked ready to shred his bedsheets, or him, her claws twitching, curled and ready to strike. The fight drained from her, and she turned away to flop back onto the mattress, her tone matching the defeated droop of her neck. "Tell me to leave. I'll go." Her words had a finality to them.
For some reason he didn't. He should, but didn't. Risca's willowy body stretched out before him, fur sleek and glossy after her shower. Curvy hips mostly survived her poor treatment, taut rump presented towards him, thighs and gray fur concealing just enough to intrigue a base curiosity.
Kael took a step towards her before he realized, then another. He took a seat on the bed near her feet, his back to Risca, still not quite sure what he was doing. She lifted herself, graceful if not subtle, onto all fours to give him an unobstructed view of her black tear-drop lips nestled within slate fur. The straightforward honesty of her offer made it all the more alluring, direct and unabashed. Kael couldn't look away. He always liked blunt.
The single light in the corner of the room didn't shine brightly, but enough to reveal a slight glint of anticipation between her folds. Kael turned and brought a hand gently to the inside of her thigh, admiring the stark lines of muscle beneath warm silken fur.
Heat blazed from from her body. Obviously pokemon ran hotter than humans. His fingers trailed along the very bottom of her belly before tracing the outline of her plump lips, the two of them shivering in concert. Body temperature clearly wasn't the only difference between their species, but she appeared similar enough, a trio of tender folds connected at the center directed him to her entrance. His finger eased into the smoldering core of her sex, nearly too tight even for that, but Risca rumbled with pleasure and pressed herself back against his hand.
She spoke between heavy breaths. "I'm not some fragile human thing. Use me." She half spat the words at him but didn't look up from the bed.
At risk of repeating himself, Kael drew back from her in what he felt an impressive display of restraint. Despite meeting her only hours ago, he felt a powerful – something between them, a closeness from the stressful circumstance in which they met, something raw and trusting. Maybe trainers weren't as crazy as he once thought. And whatever Risca might say, he didn't want to hurt her by doing something they'd both regret. "We can wait if you don't want to do this tonight."
Risca let out a half bark, half snarling noise that sounded like ripping flesh. "Does it look like I don't want this? Do you need me to beg?" Her mocking tone seethed with anger. "Please master, allow me to serve you, please let me have your cock." She wiggled her hips for effect, lowering her chest in a half bow towards the headboard. The position curved her back, even more clearly presenting herself.
A hot blush colored Kael's cheeks. "After what you've been through, are you sure you don't need a little time to think-"
"I need you to fuck me," she snapped. "Make it hurt if you're not too much of a bitch, but either way, stop making noise and breed me or tell me to stop making a fool of myself." Her arms quivered with rage, claws tearing small holes in the bedsheets.
Every rationale part of him screamed that this was a very stupid idea. On the other hand, a very stupid part of him wanted nothing more than to continue, seconded by his bruised pride. He knelt behind her, close enough to feel her radiant heat on his skin. One hand found the comfortable flare of her wide hips, the other finished pressing her shoulder to the mattress which took more strength than he wanted to admit.
Briefly touching her earlier left him more than ready, wanting, her firm butt a perfect fit against his hips. Kael searched, prodding until he found the fleshy give of her sex, already damp with arousal and oh so wonderfully warm. If she didn't want him to be gentle, fine. It took only one slow motion to fully claim her crushing, almost uncomfortably hot depths, growing noticeably tighter as he penetrated deeper. He groaned louder than she did.
It took most of his concentration not to lose himself immediately, the feeling incredible, erasing that tiny voice of doubt. He languished in her for a moment, adjusting to her intense grip, a constant flutter of small spasms and an all-over contraction that urged him deeper. His fingertips dug at Risca's shoulder, more a desperate attempt to distract himself than anything else, and slowly dragged himself free of her unrelenting sex, the motion curling her spine up into his belly.
Once nearly free of her, Kael drove himself back in fast enough that he felt her insides settle around him a moment after he stilled, his hips bouncing slightly before sinking against her toned rump. He never intentionally hurt a lover before, but he racked his brain while Risca's body tried to banish every last thought from his mind.
Nothing a human could do would really hurt a pokemon. Between her plush coat, thick hide and general strength, she might not even notice a slap. He did however manage to work up to a steady rhythm, rutting the Zoroark he rescued with as much force as he dared without bringing this to a quick and abrupt end. Kael grabbed one of her long ears, forcing Risca's head to turn a large glossy eye up at him. He leaned low over her, voice strained.
"I was wondering. Team Skull didn't capture you in a pokeball. Someone had to get close enough to put that collar around your neck."
Fangs glistened, long and abundantly deadly. Risca tried to look away but he didn't release his grip on her delicate ear, forcing her gaze on him despite attempts to look elsewhere.
"It must have been quite a task to get that on an unwilling pokemon, wasn't it?"
A low whine played from her throat, and she tried to pull away from his cruel hold, fingernails digging into thin, flexible cartilage. He didn't slow, continuing to drive into her small, abused body, each slip of his tentative control, twitching fingers threatening to pierce her ear.
"Or did you let them? Offer yourself to them like you did me, to the entire gang?" Kael yanked her head when she tried to squeeze her eye shut. "Is that why you followed me home? You like being a slave."
The half fantasy, half lust-emboldened curiosity woke something within him he never realized. Maybe he liked the uncomfortable way Risca squirmed beneath him, the hunted look in her eye. The rush of her utter surrender a physical and mental thrill. Maybe he liked being the predator.
Kael released her ear, letting Zoroark hide her face in the sheets, but he brought his hand to the back of her neck, fingers curling around her throat. He could feel the patches where metal rubbed her hide raw, her fur thin or bare in spots. The touch stilled Risca completely, her muscles locking, even the ones deep in her belly. He gasped in pleasure.
"I kept the chain, you know. I could put it back on." Sweat tickled Kael's ribs, his skin clammy both from the heat of her furred body and the increasingly vicious thrusts he stabbed into Risca's rigid body. He squeezed, her slim neck made to squeeze, letting him enjoy the feel of each constricted, desperate breath, the way each attempt to swallow strained her throat. Her choked sob sent a chill up his spine, a shadow of regret, sharply juxtaposed by the frantic pleasure building in the pit of his abdomen.
Kael's voice hissed through grit teeth. "But I guess I don't have to. The begging wasn't just for show, was it? You want this more than I do." He couldn't hold back any longer, hammering into Risca's slick tunnel, even her powerful internal muscles not enough to resist, instead spasming around him, milking him for his release.
Emptying himself into Risca's womb satisfied the primal hunger within him like nothing else ever had, causing his fingers to tighten savagely around her neck in animalistic victory. White hot bliss brought tears to his eyes, each heavy pulse a mark of conquest, proof of Risca's absolute subservience to him, the soft gurgling noise she made only further encouraging him to use her as completely as she offered.
His choking grip relaxed in the final moments of his orgasm, leaving Risca gasping, coughing quietly, face pressed into the bedsheets though she made no attempt to pull away. He breathed nearly as hard and carried her hips with his, slumping onto his side, still buried within her until her body managed to force out his softening length.
A strange mood fell across Kael, Risca spooned intimately against him, both panting. Lust no longer clouded the memories of what he did, what he said. They lay in sweaty, messy silence for a time.
Risca never looked towards him, but after a time she jerked her shoulder free from the arm he wrapped around her, voice a hoarse rasp. "You can fuck me, but I'm not your pet to cuddle."
An apology, explanation, hung on the tip of his tongue, but Kael couldn't make the sounds come out. She'd probably end up snapping at him anyway, and he didn't have the presence of mind for a verbal battle. Exhaustion dragged at his eyelids, not a suggestion. He turned his back to Zoroark, instantly missing the heat of her body against his bare skin, and for now not caring about the cooling mess between his legs. Part of him knew he shouldn't sleep so soundly next to a wild, possibly irate pokemon, but he did.
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