Pokémon: Cast Away [Ze Blitzkrieg]

[Lazy Kitsune]

Revelé bristled a little as you brought your cock back into view with just a shift of your hips as you shuffled back along the table, his eyes finding themselves drawn towards the still half hard cock of yours hanging out in the open despite his clear desire to keep it both out of side and out of mind. He chews down on an inward curled lip for a few moments as he tries to focus on jotting down your answers to his question, scribbling with unnecessary force against the pad as if to use the sound to distract himself from you cock. He nods along, though you're not sure how much he's listening to your words. Far more likely he was channelling most of his mental focus to deciding whether or not constantly shifting how he was holding the pad in order to hide your cock from view would be worth it, or if he should just find another way to deal with the situation.

Ultimately he decides to just bear with it. No doubt if he wants to follow in his mother's footsteps, being comfortable already all kinds of nudity will be a necessary step in the process - so perhaps he considers this a prudent exercise in... well, being less "prude". Not that you would use such a word to describe Revelé given his reading preferences and comments towards Cotton. Perhaps it was just male nudity that through him off - or maybe specifically dicks that were demonstrably bigger than his own. Sure, you couldn't yet say with absolute certainty you were bigger than him, but you had it on good authority you were larger than most humans your own size, let alone a girly twink much shorter than you. Given your overall size difference you doubt Revelé could walk properly if he had to hide a cock around the size of his forearm between his dainty legs.

Resolved to continue the questioning, he proceeds with even greater haste than he started. He tries to keep his focus on either the notes before him, your face, or even casting his gaze to seemingly random corners of the room, but you keep catching his eyes being drawn back to your cock whether they want to linger there or not. That's not to say he's openly checking you out. It could be as simple as asking someone not to think about pink elephants - its now on Revelé's mind whether he wants it to be or not. But being attention grabbing was an opening enough for someone with your experience to turn into attraction, or at least curiosity.

As for the questions, there are several you can answer quite easily. Your age, any allergies, the sort of questions you would expect from a human medical professional. But then every so often you had to come up with an answer for "How many stages are their in your evolutionary chain and where would you say you are now?" or "Do you require any special circumstances to evolve?", "Have you had trouble evolving in the past?", "Do you find it easy or difficult to learn moves not of your own type?", "Have you fucked Cotton?", "What gender dimorphism is present in your-" Wait, hold up. Revelé started listing them out faster as he went on, but you definitely caught that last one.

He taps his pen on the pad before him, waiting for an answer. "Well, come now. Its important you answer honestly. These are crucial for making sure we can look after you properly while you're here. Or any other humans that show up in the future."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Bryce had never much been interested in boys back home, but the cute little Kirlia was certainly causing him to reconsider that stance. It was difficult to say whether or not Revelé appreciated the sight before him as much as Bryce enjoyed the reactions his body seemed to provoke, or if his bristling and half-hearted attempts to block them out were the results of exasperation, or perhaps more adorably, a sense of inadequacy. He doubted that he'd get to see whatever the huffy Psychic-type was packing between his shapely little legs, although he couldn't help but speculate it would fail to match up to his endowment. Even that part titillated him on some level: he could only imagine the reaction he could coax out of the exotic cutie after dropping his bitch-breaker between his girly thighs and letting him actually feel the difference between their masculinities with every pulse.

It was almost enough to get him hard again. Something which, in his typical fashion, he made minimal effort to hide. Shifting his legs about, Bryce took the liberty of flipping his half-hard shaft up onto his stomach, such that his captive audience could see just how far up his toned tummy it managed to lay. It would make it all the harder to ignore, of course, and perhaps even a little more appealing, were Revelé the sort to admire the male form as much as he enjoyed the female one. And if he wasn't... well, what did he know about keeping comfortable with such a heavy manhood dangling between his legs?

Mercifully for the Kirilia, the deluge of questions that followed was not exactly as arousing as the thought of pumping his cock between the silky smooth legs of a beautiful nurse, or awakening some taboo desire in him to explore just what other males had to offer. Well, most of them. Somewhere in the lightning-quick quiz into his particular health history, the bratty healer snuck an interesting question. Had he slept with Cotton? Well, he certainly wanted to sleep with Cotton. Thoughts of bouncing that bodacious bunny on his cock until she creamed herself silly had been swimming around his mind since before Pirouette emptied his swimmers with her dutiful mouth. Even in the absence of some of that pressure, he still desired to do so. She was seriously hot. Most every woman he had come across in the town was!

Of all the things to ask though, why Cotton specifically? Little Revelé had made it clear he didn't think much of her. Even went so far as to call her a slut in the waiting room. Did they have such a contentious relationship that he wanted to pry into her personal affairs like that? Or, maybe, he had a little crush on her and wanted to see whether the new guy was a potential rival. That thought might've gotten a laugh out of him if he wasn't trying to be on his best behavior.

Or, well, an approximation of his best behavior.

"I'm thinking, I'm thinking, jeez," Bryce waved his hand as if to dismiss the request to hurry along, "In order... I'm about halfway through my evolution process. Evolution occurs after mating with a sufficient number of partners. I've never had any issue reaching that number. Outside moves are a little difficult. I'm looking forward to doing so. Males are larger and more physically powerful than females."

Raffling the answers off in as quick an order almost made them seem legitimate, at least to Bryce. But who was honestly going to question them? Pokemon were diverse and had many different requirements to evolve, and he had already established that his... condition... required plentiful sexual release to Revelé's superior. It stood to reason there was a reason for Humans to be like that: most Pokemon looked forward to evolving.

"Any other questions? 'Cause, I have a busy night ahead of me. Don't wanna keep it waiting too long."

[Lazy Kitsune]

I slight wordless grumble can be heard beneath a deep exhalation from Revelé, indicating how your shift of position was definitely noticed by him. Your cock seems to draw his attention even more now, and his pace with the questions picks up in response. His eyes can't help but defy him, sliding glances that run along the length of your cock, studying how far up your abdomen it reached even without being fully erect. The toned physique of your body complimented the thickness and shape of your cock well, creating a visage you knew from experience could make many a woman salivate in admiration. Was Revelé's mouth also beginning to water, perhaps?

Distracted enough, he almost misses jotting down your responses to his questions, coming back at him just as quickly as he had fired them off at you. Once he catches up with his note taking, he almost seems relieved to have a proper distraction to hold his attention away from your cock. At least until his mind actually registers the answers you were giving him. His eyes widen a little, glancing back at your body.

"That explains a few things..." he murmurs. You don't know if he jotted anything down in regards to your answer about Cotton, but either way he seems to have finished the questionnaire portion of your examination and sets his notepad to the side. He seems to be struggled to compose what exactly he wants to say next. He puts on a disinterested face, acting bored and uninterested in being here. Perhaps both those things were true, but he was very clearly flustered for one reason or another and not doing too good of a job of hiding it.

"No more questions, I just need to check a few things and then you can go." He says, reaching out with his hand. He doesn't touch you, but you notice his 'horns', if that was the proper term for them, begin to glow in a similar manner to Pirouette's did when she psychically examined you. You don't sense the same kind of connection. No doubt Revelé's abilities wouldn't be as potent as his mother's, but you also suspected he was deliberately keeping himself closed off. Perhaps he didn't need the psychic link to be as intense as his mother did for this kind of examination.

"You really wanting to sleep with her? Suit yourself I guess." the disdain in his voice sounds exaggerated. More likely he's just passing off whatever is actually bothering him as a dislike for Cotton. There's clearly something else on his mind, and as his hand hovers of your cock - spending longer scanning around your shaft than he did any other part of your body - he seems to come forward with it. "Do you really not have any difficulty finding mates? ...How? Is it something special to humans or... just something you do?"

He pulls his hand away and, in an unexpected turn of events, pulls himself up on the table beside you, grabbing his magazine and flipping it open. "I mean, this is entertaining enough. You can look without the hassle of... people being annoying or whatever." he flips through a few pages, showing off some double page spreads in the middle of the magazine of various Pokémon babes, stopping on a rather curvaceous Bibarel MILF, posed lounging across both pages giving a rather smoky and inviting gaze to the reader. "Women of all shapes, sizes and flavours. Well... they usually always have big tits, but occasionally you see one or two with a smaller set as well which is nice. Uhh... I like variety. But I guess I would be interested in trying to... explore a little more than just the magazine. So if you had any tips or anything like that I wouldn't mind... a bit of advice... I guess... or whatever."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

The way Revelé carried himself at once made Bryce want to bully him relentlessly and sweep him off his dainty little feet. There was just something about the way he played at being so aloof and disinterested, hiding away what proved to be a surprisingly vulnerable and lonely side to him. Standoffish as the little Kirilia was, it was not surprising that he might have found it a little harder than most to wet his whistle with the many good-looking females of Hardnut. Granted, the bad boy act did get more than a few women of all ages sticky between the thighs, but he doubted someone with Revelé's stature and experience could pull off the misunderstood heartthrob gimmick. He was liable to come off as... well... bratty, like he had been for much of their time together. Not that bratty was a bad thing. It certainly got Bryce going, for as much as that was worth.

"Chalk it up to experience and good looks, I guess. Human women are usually down for a little fun if you can put them in a good mood. Make them smile, make them laugh, flirt a little bit to test the waters."

Advice was never something that came easy to Bryce, at least when it came to his torrid affairs. He was more the 'feel it out' type of guy than a master strategist of pulling poon. Not that he expected his 'stratagems' to work any worse in Hardnut town. Hazel, the sweetheart that she was, practically hung off him for the slightest little offering of attention, which wasn't surprising given how lonely she seemed to be as a result of her father's reputation. Hydris reacted well enough to him standing his ground, as expected of a self-assured alpha bitch. And Cotton... well, Cotton was just about the only female who reacted to his antics logically, with exasperation and suspicion. Which made her appealing in her way, he supposed.

The breeder's eyes widened a little when Revelé hopped up to join him on the table, and those same eyes settled easily on the magazine presented, finding the startingly array of fine female flesh rather titillating. The fact a Bibarel woman, of all things, managed to coax a growing stiffy out of him just proved that whatever land he ended up in, was certainly a land worth fighting for. He'd never lack for a hot piece of ass to enjoy if every town was full of such hotties.

"Trust me, however satisfying it is to bust one out to a big ol' pair of Bibarel titties, the real thing is better. The feel of their skin... or, fur, I guess, under your hands. The sounds they make. The smell of their perfume. How ridiculously hot it is inside them. The warmth of their body against yours... It's amazing."

Fuck, did he love chicks! Something made very evident in the way his cock throbbed to life at the thought, Pirouette's best efforts at quelling him be damned. Granted, he was accustomed to blowing more than a few loads every day, whether it was pumping one out during lunch break to his catalog of nudes, or pumping one into Mrs. Sanders down the road when her husband ended up staying for business in the next city over. No matter how good the head was, he was the sort of guy who just needed... more.

And he wasn't exactly lacking in potential assistance...

"I suppose I could give you a few pointers. Help you get a little better at getting the real thing... But, Cotton is off-limits. I've been thinking of those lips all day, and I'm not the type to share. Hydris and her gang too... and Hazel. Maybe some more. We'll work it out."

Ever the sly operator, he sidled just a little closer to the cutesy Kirilia as he spoke, and with all the subtlety that could be managed by a man in his condition, slid his hand across the exam table just enough to brush his fingers against Revelé's petite digits. And if he didn't immediately pull them away, well, then he'd slip his hand overtop the Psychic's own, letting him enjoy some touch for a change.

"Of course... It might be easier for me to show you how it's done, firsthand. You aren't the only one who has been admiring what they see, y'know."

[Lazy Kitsune]

Revelé snorts a little at your initial comments. He doesn't seem to be dismissing what you're saying though, still listening intently, even if his eyes remain focused on the magazine before the two of you. He probably agrees that everything you've described working on human women could probably work on other women too, but from what little time you've known him those sorts of things just don't seem to be his forte. His reaction to the next thing you said, however, was much more... receptive. As you begin describing the sensations of actually being with a woman, he shifts in the spot he sat on, his thighs rubbing together as his cheeks flushed. A bulge started to push up against the fabric of the cute little nurse outfit he wore.

While your own cock stood tall and proud, his strained against the little skirt his mother dressed him in for his job, likely staining his underwear with pre as you talk about your own conquests. As emotionally receptive as he and his mother were, your own arousal was likely greatly enhancing what he was feeling, but you suspect even with out that he would be worked up right now. One thing the two of you seemed to have in common was an appreciation for women and the female form.

Its remarkable how quickly his mood changes, a jolt of excitement rising up as you suggest you might give him some pointers, making him smile in surprise too fast for him to try and hide it, only for the next words for you to say immediately drop his expression into a scowl.

"That's not fair! You can't just claim them all! You just got here! Pick one!" he retorts.

In his outburst at your restrictions, he doesn't notice you sliding your hand over his own until after it was fully enveloped, by which point all that indignation seems to vanish, left with a quiet surprise and confusion. He looks down at your hand and then over towards your cock and then up to your eyes. You see him gulp, deeply and nervously.

"Wh-what exactly do you mean? Uhh... didn't you say you have things you wanted to do later? We're about done with the examination... s-so you can... uhh... go if you like." He stammers out, gazing up at you wide eyed like prey frozen before a predator.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Well, well, well. It looks like there was some common ground to be had between them. While he couldn't take the credit for Revelé's arousal being the result of his own body, at least Bryce's words seemed to get the charming little Kirilia all hot and bothered. His eyes couldn't help but flick down to catch the sight of his adorable nurse's outfit starting to tent upwards, Revelé's maleness finally making itself known. Part of him couldn't help but wonder if it was as precious as the rest of him, cute and perky and defiant all the same. Part of him really wanted to find that much out. The idea of cock didn't get him going like the thought of a nice, soft, feminine body. But if it was as girly as the rest of Revelé... well, maybe he could make an exception.

The way he blushed certainly made the nervous Psychic look as feminine as any. Bryce couldn't fight the rising urge to tease much longer, not with how quickly indignation turned into embarrassment at the mere notion of the two of them getting a little... hands-on, on the matter of mating.

"Pick one? I don't think I can, Rev. I'm very greedy when it comes to females. How can't I be? Running my hands over their big, sexy curves, nibbling along their necks and chests and tummies, getting them so hot and sticky that they just beg me to take them hard and fast. I couldn't give it up for the world."

The difference in their stature couldn't have been more apparent as Bryce loomed over Revelé, reaching with the hand he wasn't using to cup the Kirilia's own to seize his chin, just tight enough to keep him from looking away without manhandling him. That kind of touch could come later if things went the way he wanted.

"What do I mean? Well... if I had to choose just one, how about I choose you? You're just as pretty. Nice and soft and slim and feminine. I bet you'd make plenty of cute little noises to egg me on," His gaze grew a little smokier, a little more hungry as he continued, flashing the sort of devil's grin that might look more in place on Hydris' predatory maw than his usually pleasant features, "Sure, you might be a little flatter in some places, and a little stiffer in others, but what can I say? I like variety."

As he husked his little throwback, Bryce leaned a little closer, just enough so that he could brush his forehead against the Kirilia. Close enough to feel Revelé's breath against his lips, and for Revelé to feel his own. And if he dared to stay right where he was? Bryce would give him his first lesson in boldness, and close the gap between them with a quick, but gentle, kiss, brushing his lips invitingly against Revelé's own.

[Lazy Kitsune]

The cute Kirlia's mouth hangs agape as you continue to describe claiming your conquests. His breath shudders its way in and out of him as he holds his magazine off to one side, all but forgotten as he stairs up at your face looming over his own, drawing closer and closer. His dainty legs dangle off the side of the table, unable to reach the floor as his toes curl nervously. His lips twitch with several attempts to form words, but none come out, leaving you complete freedom to dominate the conversation and escalate things further. The only noise he manages is a cute gasp as you cup his chin and hold his focus utterly onto you.

As you make your intentions clear and list out all the reasons you would want to claim him specifically for your next conquest, the ridges upon his head begin to glow once more, your intense emotions overwhelming him and opening up his psychic mind once more. No doubt an involuntary reaction caused by a mix of his own excitement and such intense desire being directed at him, but if it makes him all the more mailable to your desires then its nothing to complain about.

"M-me?" he eventually manages to stammer out, his voice hushed beneath his breath. If you weren't as close to his face as you were, you wouldn't have heard the questioning plea.

He takes a few deep breaths more, eyes showing just how shell-shocked he is by this turn of events. He's frozen still, petrified by your attention and this whole situation. He doesn't move, barely manage to murmur out the beginnings of "Bryce... w-wait..." before you can take advantage of him leaving his lips so invitingly close and open to your own.

A surprised squeal of a moan is trapped by your kiss. From what he's said to you in this conversation so far, this was more than likely Revelé's first ever kiss, claimed not by any of the women he yearned for, but by you showing him how much more of a man you were. You hear a flutter of pages flitting through the air before a thud as the magazine slips from Revelé's weakening grasp and falls to the floor as he's left even more stunned by the kiss than by your forward words.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Though he had been thinking of Cotton's soft, warm lips for much of the day, there was little complaint to be had when Bryce his own locked in a long, sweet embrace with Revelé's. There was something thrilling about it. Revelé has almost certainly never kissed anyone other than perhaps his mother, and certainly not in the same way the two of them were now. And there he sat, being robbed of that experience by an older, more experienced man. He wasn't totally alone in that though. Bryce had kissed more than his fair share of girls, as the little Kirilia had so helpfully pointed out earlier. But he had never shared a kiss with another male before. It had been unthinkable before his arrival in Hardnut. But with such an adorable little beauty in front of him? He couldn't care less about what dangled—or stiffened—between Revelé's legs at that moment. He just wanted more.

Hungry as he was for a feminine touch, Bryce might have been forgiven for simply pushing his new conquest down on the table and taking him right then and there. Maybe, had that conquest's mother not sucked him off ten minutes prior, he would have done just that. But turned on as he was, that didn't mean he would devolve into a selfish lover. Revelé was inexperienced as inexperienced came. He needed to be eased into this new world of pleasure, regardless of who it was who introduced him to it. So Bryce was warm and tender with his ministrations. The hand that seized Revelé's chin instead cupped at his cheek and jaw, holding it as he deepened the kiss, sucking and nibbling at his would-be lover's lower lip as he teased the notion of going further. And once he managed to coax Revelé deeper into their impromptu embrace, he parted his lips enough to work tongue against tongue in a heated, intimate exchange.

Never one to miss an opportunity, though, he kept his other hand busy too. From atop Revelé's own hand to just above his knee, Bryce slid his fingers up and down the smooth, silky flesh of his thigh. Slow, teasing, his touch migrated further up and into the pretty nurse's uniform only after he was thoroughly lost in the kiss. How far Revelé was willing to go, he could not say. If he was anything like his mother, Psychic influence being what it was, well, the odds were very good both of them would find some sticky satisfaction before all was over.

But before that could be done, Bryce needed to know just what it was he was working with. And so his daring digits kept massaging their way up creamy Kirilia thigh until they could glide along the outside of whatever underwear Revelé was pitching such a tent in, cupping and stroking at it even through the slick fabric around his tip.

[Lazy Kitsune]

You watched as the flush on the Kirlia's cheeks deepened by the second. He was completely unsure what to do with himself, but his lips remained where they were - softly receiving your kiss without complaint. The hand that was holding the magazine gropes at the air as if trying to find something to grab onto, his fingers twitching slower and slower as whatever energy was running through them defuses and his arm lowers until his hand rests, palm up, on the table. His eyelids begin to lower and you manage to coax out a few quiet, unsure moans from him as your toy with his lips further.

He gasps against your mouth as you open it to press your tongue forward. His own tongue hung in his mouth unsure of how to react even as he felt yours press against it, but a little coaxing later and you find it starting to move, stir and press against your own as he relaxed into the kiss, letting you take it deeper. His hand now lifts once more to rest on your arm, running up to your shoulder and back down again, feeling the strength you carry within it.

He doesn't know what to do with himself, so he gives himself to you - letting you take the lead in the kiss. This gives you the freedom for your hand to roam up his thighs unobstructed, earning the occasional cute twitch from his legs as you tease such as sensitive region. Soon enough you find what you're looking for beneath his skirt. A cute bulge, already staining his underwear with some pre brought about by your conversation so far and the kiss you share. He feels just as petite and girly down here as he looks. His thighs are soft and his cock small, barely around the size of your index finger in terms of length. Perhaps it would grow larger should he evolve, but for now it was cute and trembled at even this exploratory touch. His legs shifted, spreading open to allow you to feel him up more. You could feel his balls beneath his cock and even these seemed modest and unthreatening. Somehow even the most masculine part of him was girly and delicate.

As you toy with him, his hand moves again, sliding across your naked chest, feeling your muscles under his soft palm. He runs his hand down towards where your cock rests against your abdomen. He hesitates, lifting his hand back for a few moments, before your tongue draws him back into the moment, and you feel Revelé's delicate fingers trace along the length of your shaft, feeling how much longer, thicker... meatier it is. He seems hesitant to grip it properly, but the soft touch of his fingers feels nice all the same.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

When his fingers met with Revelé's sex, Bryce couldn't help but moan into the kiss. It was all he could do not to coo at the feeling of the Kirilia's maleness. Much like Revelé himself, it was waifish and petite, not a big, throbbing pillar of meat but a cute little thing that seemed oh so very sensitive. A fitting armament for a boy who was liable to end up biting the pillows in whichever abode Bryce managed to work out for his stay. If he stayed. But the uncertainty of his future was all the more reason to enjoy the present to the fullest. With a deft hand, he worked his fingers up to the waistband of Revelé's undergarments. And with a few ginger tugs, he brought it down just enough so that the head of the Kirilia's pride could stick up out of it, sandwiched between the soft skin of his groin and the tautness of his garment so that it stuck right up, nice and perky.

It would have been easy enough to roll it all the way down and wrap a few fingers around it. Give the cutie a good pumping until he made a mess of himself and his skirt. But that didn't feel fitting at all. Revelé wanted pointers on how to successfully mate with a female? Well, then he'd be shown how to treat a female firsthand. One didn't just jerk a woman off. They stroked and circled and curled until her chest and cheeks were aflush and she was singing their praises. So, that was what Bryce did. He ran two of his digits along the slit of his lover's cock until they were nice and slick with plentiful pre-cum, then sunk just a few inches lower, pressing right into Revelé's frazzled little frenulum. And then he stroked. And circled. And settled into a nice, rhythmic, toe-curling pace, like he was working the Kirilia's clit rather than his dick.

Not that his own shaft went totally unattended in the interim. It was clear Revelé didn't know exactly what he was doing. Sure, he probably stroked it to his magazines whenever he had the privacy or inclination. But pumping what he had and pumping what Bryce had were two very different affairs. He needed a little guidance if the pleasant sensation of soft, delicate digits was going to get anywhere close to milking a load in return from him. To that end, Bryce pulled away for a short, breathless moment, going back once or twice for hen-peck kisses, an instinctive desire to show how much he wanted to continue tasting Revelé.

"Wrap as much of your hand around it as you can," His murmurs were hot and quick, as were the suckling kisses he rained across the trappy Psychic-type's jaw as he continued to whisper, "I wanna feel you pump this big, fat cock for me. You like how big it is, don't you? How much thicker it is? How much longer? It's alright. I like that you like it. I want you to like it. So show me."

[Lazy Kitsune]

With Revelé's cock exposed, you could feel first hand just how wet he was already - his tip dribbling with precum, more fluid than your own stickier, thicker loads. The pitch of his moans rises an octave as you start to press your fingers against his head, but soon settle back down again. His kiss however does become much more eager on his part, tasting your tongue with much more enthusiastic acceptance of the circumstances he found himself in. His hips would shift from side to side, bucking lightly upwards as you continued your circular teasing of his petite cock, treating it quite suitably as a clit. As you worked his glans with careful strokes and circles, he seemed to forget all about his shaft as he sunk into the sensation of his delicate tip being played with - like a button to turn him into a willing, submissive toy for whoever knew how to play with him right.

His eyelids lift for a moment as you break the kiss. He gazes wistfully back into your own eyes, wanting more and wondering why you stopped. His tongue follows yours out of his mouth, left hanging in the air for a few moments as if cutely awaiting your return. There's a hint of an almost apologetic pleading, like he was worried he did something wrong, before he is immediately reassured by the quick kisses that follow, returning them with an unbidden eagerness of his own.

His fingers start to curl around your shaft as you give him your instructions, his eyes breaking away from yours to look down at your throbbing hard cock with a revealed hunger. He can't quite wrap his hand around your entire girth, but he can certain get a decent enough grip to start stroking. He glances off to the side, embarrassed by your next comments. "Sh-shut up..." he murmurs, though you can feel him growing wetter against your fingers as you boast about how much bigger your cock is compared to his. "I'm just... paying you back for making me feel good. It doesn't mean anything... I-idiot..."

The mess you seem to be making beneath his skirt begs to differ, as does the clearly caring hand strokes on your cock. He seems as eager to explore the shape and size of your dick as he does to make you feel good. Even his attempt to call you an idiot falls flat from how he leans into offer more kisses, clearly enjoying keeping your lips locked as frequently as you want to allow him.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Bryce rumbled against Revelé's jaw as the Kirlia's delicate fingers wrapped around his cock, and he made no effort to hide how much he enjoyed the sensation of a soft, girly hand coiling up and down his shaft even when their lips met again. Not that Revelé could actually wrap his hand all the way around it. If he really wanted to jerk Bryce off, really work for that big heavy load he increasingly wanted, he'd probably need to recruit both hands, maybe even his mouth. What an accomplishment that would be, having both mother and son sucking him off in the span of an afternoon. He had done mother-daughter before, once, but that was a new benchmark to check. And one he couldn't help but imagine Revelé would be eager to fulfill. Those thoughts saw him pumping his hips in tune with Revelé's diligent stroking.

Hungry for kisses as he was, though, Bryce busied the blushing Psychic-type with his own mouth, welcoming the taste of his tongue as they made out right there on the examination table. With how slick and sticky the head of his cute little cock was getting, it was only a matter of time before Revelé ended up spurting whatever passed for a load right there into his uniform. As amusing as the thought of him having to explain those stains to his mother was, however, the urge to see him paint his own tight, lithe body beneath it won out over Bryce's sense of reason. Though he never paused in his quick, rhythmic schlicking, the breeder did drag his free hand around to fiddle with whatever buttons he could find on Revelé's outfit.

"Mhmmph... Take it, mmh, help me take it off," It was hard to talk through messy, hungry kisses, but Bryce managed well enough, never letting his lips leave Revelé's for more than a few moments at a time, "I wanna, mhm, see you, haa... All of you..."

[Lazy Kitsune]

The two of you found your mouths coated with each other's spit as your make out grew more and more intense and intimate. Spurred on by this, Revelé's hand worked your shaft with a greater need, wanting to feel all of it with his palm's strokes all the way from the bottom to the top - really giving his wrist (and elbow too) a proper work out in order to please you. As eager as you are to keep lip and tongue contact going as often as possible, Revelé keeps his face close to yours as you speak. Yet he finds time to pull back to give you a surprised look for a few moments. He says nothing, but you can see on his face that he seems flattered by how much you want to see him naked. With what the two of you have shared so far, he knows the type of people you could be pursuing instead. Clearly its a surprise to him that you would want him in that way, and one he seems touched by.

He gives no words in his answer, but nods, holding your gaze as he does so. He pulls his hand away from your cock only for a few moments so he can help take off his clothes, his face already leaning forward once again to continue to make out with you. Piece by piece his uniform and underwear fall to the ground, covering up his magazine as he's left naked before you - something that would even the playing field if you weren't so clearly dominating the situation already.

His cock and balls look even cuter than they felt, so daintily standing up between his legs. His skin is smooth, and alluring now its all exposed to you. He shifts to straddle the table, the change in position shifting him to show off some of his plush butt. He certainly has the kind of girly ass you've enjoyed plenty of times before. With how his nipples poke out, you would be forgiven once again to mistake him for a girl if you only saw his top half. Flat chested, but those are clearly inviting some attention of their own, like they belong to small dainty breasts.

His eagerness to continue making out with you leaves him pulling himself closer and you find yourselves shifting to face each other more fully. He layers his legs over yours, leaving your cocks facing each other as he now uses both his hands to tend to your massive cock, while his much smaller member stands dwarfed in the shadow of your manhood, wet and twitching as you continue to tease it like a clit.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

In the face of such a display, Bryce couldn't help but leer as Revelé so bashfully stripped out of the uniform he had entered with. Piece by piece, the delicate body beneath was revealed, and though when his underwear joined the growing pile of clothing exposed proof to the contrary, Bryce couldn't help but consider the supple body before him that of a beautiful young woman. He didn't quite have the tits of his mother, or the big, fat ass of the Fang's leader, but there was something about the lovely, petite figure that he did have that kicked Bryce's libido into overdrive. If a pretty little thing with similar attributes wandered into Solaceon Town and ended up in his company, she'd be splayed out on his bed by sundown. And a cute little cock wasn't going to stop him from making them a reality with Revelé.

Repositioning himself alongside Revelé, Bryce relished in the closeness they shared. The feeling of smooth, worshipful palms gliding up and down his cock, the erotic, needy look on Revelé's face as they shared passionate, hungry little kisses in between. The knowledge that the Kirlia's own masculinity was, quite literally, overshadowed by his own as they worked to pleasure each other. It was too much. He bore it for as long as he could, encouraging Revelé to explore his body with as much gusto as he wished. But eventually, he wanted more. And so he took more. A break between their lips gave him the opportunity he needed to dive down and press his mouth to Revelé's neck, where he kissed and nipped and suckled until he could make his way below his delicate collarbone and to his chest. With a little shove, he forced his feminine lover-boy onto his back right there on the exam table, savoring the taste of his criminally smooth skin as he worked his way down to enjoy the nurse's chest.

"Fuck... I love your body. It's so soft and warm and sexy... I want it. I wanna feel it."

And with a little more shuffling atop the table, he made that a reality. Pushing Revelé's legs aside so they clung to either side of his hips, he settled himself atop the flustered Kirlia, holding himself atop him with his elbows while he finished nipping and suckling the perky little nipples his lover had on display. And, kissing his way back to his jawline, Bryce muttered against his ear, his voice all but dripping in arousal.

"And I'm gonna feel it. Every. Single. Inch. I'm gonna show you how to treat those big, beautiful women in that magazine. I'm going to fuck you like one of them."

His hips bucked forward as he pressed himself again Revelé, pinning him to the table and letting him feel the weight, the strength, of a bigger, better male. His cock, sandwiched between his taut stomach and Revelé's own, pumped back and forth, back and forth, and he pantomimed the kind of hot, sticky sex the little pervert had doubtlessly fantasized about having, not just with his magazine girls, but the girls of Hardnut as well. Every thrust would grind his cute little shaft nice and hard, a bigger, harder cock working him off with every measured thrust of Bryce's hips, his pre serving as the lube to slicken their intimacy.

[Lazy Kitsune]

Revelé gasped and shuddered as your lips took to his neck. A slight squeeze of his hands around your cock let you know just how good this sensation made him feel. It seemed the petite nurse was sensitive all over. "B-Bryce~" he gasped out, his hands returning to stroking your cock as best they can as your mouth moved lower down his neck. You enjoyed the feel of his smooth skin on your lips and between your teeth and against your tongue as you tasted down to his collarbone before his worship of your cock would have to come to a, hopefully temporary, end.

He gazes up at you in a daze, saliva trickling down from his lips and across his chin from when you were last making out with him, as you tip him effortlessly over onto his back. He returned to not knowing what to do with himself, his hands curled up either side of his adorably dazzled head. He doesn't need to dwell on this for long, as your lips on his chest draw more moans from him. The same gasps and needy whimpers you've drawn from many women by licking and kissing and sucking upon their tits. It seems Revelé's chest is no less sensitive despite being male. Your words of desire dripped over him with great appreciation and his cock twitched in excitement from the praise. The bratty nurse smiles, casting his eyes to the side bashfully as he takes the compliments in, before he's able to return his gaze to look upon you with want and need in equal measure. You played more cute sounds from his body, gasps, moans and even cooing in equal measure as you spread his legs and paid more attention to his nipples as they poked firmly in your mouth.

The time comes for you to make your way back to his jaw where you can feel his trembling, excited breath on your cheek. This very breathing catches as you explain just what it is you're going to do with him. He's sunken far too into it now to object and soon you have him gasping and moaning beneath you just like any other conquest. Revelé's moans grow more vocal as his hips roll back and forth with the motion of your thrusts. His cock spilled more of his wet pre as you pressed it beneath your own thick package and began to grind against him. With his legs spread to the sides of your hips, it would look to any onlooker that you were balls deep in some tight Kalos cunt right now.

"Oh~ Ohh~ Ahh~ Oooh~ B-Bryce~ Bryce! Mnnhnm!" as his cries grow louder, the ridges on his head grow brighter. His eyes look unfocused. His thighs clamp around you hips as if to hold you within him, even though all you did was grind his cock beneath your own. The sounds he makes in the moments that come are almost more feminine than many of the actual women you have slept with. His seed shoots out across his chest and tummy. Some of his cum smears around your cock, coating your underside and lubing you up as he cums beneath your grinding.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

It wasn't so long beforehand that Revelé was huffing and scowling at Bryce like some sort of enemy. Now, there he lay beneath him, getting pounded against the table like a cute little Kalosian whore. It didn't much matter to Bryce why that was. Whether it was some kind of Psychic attunement. Whether it was the Gardevoir's line need for positivity and praise. Whether Revelé was just so pent up and lonely that even the promise of a good dicking got him going. All that mattered was that he ended up there on his back, legs spread wide, squealing and moaning as his cock spewed a watery load in honor of the man on top of him. That was where Revelé belonged. That was where Bryce liked him.

Feeling his lover fire off like a water hose beneath him, Bryce continued to pump nice and steady, working each wad out of Revelé with the comfort of a big, meaty cock rolling up and down his own. And once Revelé had finished his orgasm, basking prettily in that overflow, Bryce hefted himself up from overtop the girly boy. His hands went to Revelé's legs, and he hefted them up so that his feet could rest comfortably right on Bryce's chest. He took those plump little thighs and squeezed them around his own cock. And then he made good on his word. He started to really fuck Revelé.

The slick, sticky pressure of two silky thighs around his shaft added to that most dominant of feelings that came with the sensation of his lover's lesser manhood throbbing against him. He gazed down, admiring the lithe, sweaty body beneath him, knowing the pink glow across Revelé's smooth chest was from him. From the way he made the little Kirlia feel. From teaching him just what kinda of mating a cutie like him deserved.

"Pose for me, Rev. Show me you're just as good as those girls in the magazine. Earn this nut."

His request barely even registered. It really didn't need to. The pretty boy before him had doubtlessly blown rope after rope to those girly mags he seemed so attached to. It was only fair that, if he wanted Bryce's cum to join his own on that pretty chest of his, he should make like the women he lusted after for so long. That he pose for it.

Once he did, there was little that could stop Bryce from finishing. He pistoned between those creamy thighs, slick with Revelé's cum and his own thicker pre. His nuts clapped lewdly against the shapely ass beneath him as he fucked and fucked until he felt it in his abdomen. That knot. The need to finally let it all blow.

"Fuck! It's here! Take it! You earned it! Fuck!"

The first rope shot over Revelé's head, the second all the way up into his hair, an every one to follow leaving a trail of heavy, sticky cum down the Kirlia's chest. An offering to his newfound beauty, and to an unexpected way to close an exam.

[Lazy Kitsune]

Still catching his breath with cute, rapid gasps, Revelé watches as you reposition himself. He seems quite flexible and manages the new position easily, and his cock, still leaking the end of his release, twitches at the sight of your broad chest folding his legs back like this. His thighs provide a welcoming crevice for you to slide your cock into, especially with all of his watery ejaculate lubing you up to slip between his legs with ease. His eyes are hazy, no doubt his mind still riding the high of his release, so he's slow to react to your words. But he does eventually react.

Revelé puts on a smile. Its not steady - he's breathing deep and his face is slick with sweat and his lips keep twitching from the afterglow of the orgasm you gave him and all additional pleasure your cock grinding against his offers - but its sweet and as close to joyous as you imagine the Kirlia can manage given his temperament. His hands are already curled up either side of his head so he doesn't need to move them much, but you see him raise two fingers on each hand. A gesture that seems to exist in some form among these Pokémon in a similar style to how it does among humans.

As you begin thrusting, he moans out once again and an addition comes to his expression. His tongue sticks out, wet with saliva that drips just a little onto his chin as his eyes roll up. Still very sensitive from his orgasm, each thrust of your cock against his girly cock bring about a micro orgasm, letting him really feel what its like to get fucked like a woman.

His moans grow louder as you announce you're coming to your own climax. Your tempo shakes his body against the examination table. "Ayuhayuhayuhayuh!" Not much for conversation at the moment, yet its almost exactly what you need to hear from him right before you release your load all across his far too cute face and smooth, flat chest. Thick ropes of cum cover his expression or sink into his green hair. His horns are even lightly glazed with your seed. He has to shut one of his eyes and his tongue catches a few thick drops of your seed. The mess you make on his chest really finishes the picture as you're left with a cum coated Kirlia beneath you, looking not all too dissimilar from how his own mother looked just a mere minute or two before she left the room and he entered it.

He's not able to to speak afterwards, or perhaps just not interested in it when he could instead enjoy the afterglow of what he's just been through. His eyes drift up and around the ceiling aimlessly as he catches his breath, not moving from the position you have him pinned in as he slowly recovers the energy needed for him to come back to his senses.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Bryce kept his hips rocking on instinct, letting his cock come to a well-deserved rest only after he'd pumped every last rope he had across Revelé's chest. When he'd finally finished for good and felt himself coming down, he let the little Psychic-type's legs flop to either side of him and leaned forward so he could enjoy the intimacy of the afterglow with his new lover. It seemed as though Revelé, virginal as he was, needed a few moments to recover, and of that much Bryce was happy to provide. His lips laced sweet little kisses all along the panting Kirlia's jawline, affectionately nibbling here or there while he caught his breath and came back down from the intensity of their frotting.

"Mmm... How was that? A little better than stroking one out to Poochyena tits?" He asked rhetorically, once he noticed a little more sense return to the nurse's eyes, "I hope so, because I wouldn't mind blowing off some steam like this again. Call it a... regular, necessary check-up."

There was a thrill to be had in that idea. Sneaking off to 'doctor's appointments' for his 'condition', then fucking a mother & son until they were bow-legged and fuck drunk. He was sure Cotton would catch on fast, especially when he returned positively glowing and a little less raucous than usual. But what would she care? He'd still have plenty left in the tank for her. And for Hazel... and Hydris... and that Lycanroc with those otherworldly hips. His member practically throbbed with the notion, especially since it found itself resting in the warm, slick embrace of Revelé's thighs.

"Hnnggh... We ought to get cleaned up though. If I lay with you much longer, I'm going to end up throwing you over this table. Then you'll have a hard time sitting at the reception desk and it'll be a whole thing," He recalled the adjoining room seemed to have access to plumbing, from his little rendezvous with Pirouette, "C'mon. I'll carry you, and we can wash each other down."

[Lazy Kitsune]

You find Revelé's gentle lips lifting to grace your cheeks and jaw with kisses of his own, occasionally finding your own lips to indulge in some of the intimate making out he seemed to enjoy so much before you began fucking him so thoroughly. He can't quite speak yet, still softly gasping and moaning as you ask your question, but the look in his eyes lets you know it was definitely better than jerking off to his magazine. The glow begins to dim in the ridges on his head, fading to a light glimmer of purple amidst their naturally red hues. Eventually he musters up enough strength to reach up to stroke your cheek before his hand slides over to caress your shoulder.

"I'd... be okay with doing this again..." he murmurs, some bashfulness returning to his voice and expression. "Just, you know... nothing wrong with us helping each other to feel good. Especially if it'll teach me how to get girls." He adds on a little addendum - a reminder that his end goal was still being in your position while a woman takes up the role he just played out. Though with how much he enjoyed himself, you're sure its not his main reason from wanting to spend more time with you.

He seems a little more alarmed by your next comment. "What - but... Up my butt? That'd be... dirty and... I don't think you could fit anyway!" He objects quite emphatically, but you've already seen how far your charm can take you with the cute nurse already. You doubt it would take much coaxing to get him to spread his butt cheeks for you if you really wanted.

"Yeah... I... we should get cleaned up quickly. Mama will probably come to check on what's holding me up if we take much longer. Um... Okay, you can carry me. I still feel... a bit wobbly legged... and its your fault... so you should carry me."

He's easy enough for you to lift and drapes his arms around your shoulders. He seems even more sheepish being carried bridle style away from the scene of your mutual experimentation, but the blush on his cheeks seem just as much from unexpected enjoyment as they too awkwardness. Taking Revelé to the very room where his mother had washed off your seed not too long ago, you see what it looks like from the inside. It's small and lacks anything you would recognise as a showerhead or tap. The ground dips into a tiled floor, in the centre of which seems to be a drain. The walls are tiled as well, though Pirouette seems to have decorated this chamber with sticks of bamboo. A small tray hold a few selections of what you would take to be some kind of body soap. Still, no obvious water source revealed itself.

Seemingly noticing your confusion - either through his empathetic abilities or through gazing lovingly up at your face - Revelé taps your shoulder and points to a cord dangling from the ceiling just behind you. Reaching up and pulling it, you hear a rush of water and a few moments later slits in the ceiling open up within what would have otherwise appeared to be an innocuous hexagonal tile pattern above you. Water falls down upon you and Revelé in streams heavier than a shower - more like a few miniature waterfalls that the two of you now shared.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Given how advanced their society seemed, at least in terms of sexy clothing and apparent printing capabilities, it was a little shocking that proper showers weren't available in Hardnut. However, once Revelé pointed out how to work the confounded thing, it became clear that they were. Just in a much different form. As the streams of water cascaded across his body, Bryce couldn't help but almost admire the town's dedication to keeping things 'natural'. He supposed it stood to reason most Pokemon would prefer to be reminded of waterfalls and rushing rivers while washing. A shame that meant there were no detachable showerheads, though. There was a lot of fun to be had with those in the right company.

Not that he was particularly displeased with his current company. Much as he would have loved to show off his physique by carrying around Revelé like a damsel all day, they'd never be rid of their mixed fluids if they clung to one another the entire time. So, with all the care he could manage, Bryce settled Revelé down on his feet, keeping close enough to catch him if he were still wobbly on them in the wake of their rutting. Stepping back, he nabbed some of the soaps Pirouette had so helpfully laid out for them, and went about working up a nice lather with them before gesturing for Revelé to join him outside the range of the water. A test of willpower followed as he went about the process of dutifully scrubbing down the pretty little Psychic-type, running his hands all along the svelte, smooth body that had just been clung to his own in the throes of passion. But he did his duty well, only misbehaving a few times to cop a feel here or there or flick an errant nipple for his own entertainment.

"You don't happen to have something else for me to wear, do you?" Bryce asked as he finished washing the adorable nurse down, handing off the soap so he could do the same in return, "Mine are still a little waterlogged from earlier... not exactly the most comfortable thing. Suppose it'd be all the same if you could dry them for me."