Cynthia paced back and forth on the small carpet by her bed, the dark/fire Pokemon curled up on the bed. She looked out the window, seeing faint lights by the beach, and listened to the voice in her headset.

“...You know I’ve never done a thorough study of Pokemon from other regions. I can’t really tell you anything about Houndoom you don’t already know.”

Cynthia slid out of her jacket and threw it over her nightstand, the fabric folding over books and a pair of reading glasses. “I know, I know, but that’s not what I want you to tell me.”

“Cynthia.”

She rolled her eyes and stamped her foot, scratching idly at her thigh. “Look, Aurea, I know it’s awkward, okay, but didn’t you two break up, like—”

“Cynthia.”

She kicked off her sandals, pushing them most of the way under her bed with her feet, letting her toes sink into the shag of the carpet. “If you were trying to bang Dawn, I’d help you.”

“I—”

“No, before you say it, it does count because Dawn is still my coworker, too.” Cynthia glanced over at Houndoom, who was only barely paying attention to her, and started to wriggle out of her slacks. “I just... can you really not think of why she’d be into Houndoom?”

“No, Cynthia. I don’t know why she’s into Houndoom. Can we please talk about the weather or something? Please?”

“At least,” Cynthia said as she tossed her slacks into a laundry basket by the door, “I’m starting to get used to the smell.” She stretched her arms over her head and yawned quietly, the front of her black camisole exposing a slice of her belly between its hem and the elastic of her plain black panties.

“It can’t be as bad as Garbodor.”

Cynthia put her hands on her hips and looked at the Pokemon, who looked back impassively and flicked his tail back and forth a couple of times. She sniffed the air and shrugged. “I guess in some ways it’s not even so much bad as it’s strong and it doesn’t fit. Like wood smoke in a hospital.” Aurea’s laughter spilled slightly out of the headset, and Houndoom’s ears perked up. “Oh look, he woke up.”

“He’s... not in a Pokeball? Are you treating him like a pet now? How long have you two even been dating?”

Cynthia blushed slightly, and kicked her underwear over by the hamper. “We’re not dating! I think. Probably. A couple of months.”

“That’s a long time for you.”

Cynthia looked over at the bed. Houndoom had his head between his hind legs, and was grooming himself, which would have been very Purrloin-esque if it weren’t for the large pink protuberance sliding along the outside of his muzzle. “Holy shit,” she said, staring.

“Is she asking you for commitment or something?”

“Houndoom has a huge dick,” said Cynthia after a moment, and the Pokemon acknowledged her with a curt nod and what looked like a smile.

“Oh my god,” said Aurea, “I’m sorry I brought it up.”

“No, I’m serious.”

“I am also serious. Please never talk to me about a Pokemon penis, ever again.”

“Aren’t you a researcher, though?” Cynthia stepped over to take a closer look. “I’d think you’d find this interesting. You know how there are those sort of boney plates on Houndoom’s back? He also has them on his—”

“Cynthia I am hanging up the phone.” And she did.

Cynthia tossed the headset on top of her jacket and sat down on the bed, careful not to touch the Pokemon. “That is pretty impressive, though, Houndoom. Is that standard issue for you guys? Or are you a lucky fellow among lucky fellows?”

“Doom,” said the Pokemon, and he stood up, nuzzling at Cynthia’s cheek.

“I can’t quite tell what you mean, there. Usually I’d get Lucario to translate for me,” she said as she ran the tips of her fingers down his backbone, “but since that incident with Garchomp he refuses to talk to you.” Houndoom nipped at her ear and half-growled, half-laughed. Cynthia sat still for a moment, focusing, and then suddenly grinned. “Oh, you did not.” Houndoom nodded his head. “I mean, you are in the same egg group! But unless he’s hiding something really well...”

“Hound, Houndoom. Doom!” Houndoom nosed along her clavicle and bit down. She inhaled sharply, and he backed off slightly, not taking his teeth off of her shoulder.

“We’re not in the same egg group either, you know,” Cynthia said quietly, and Houndoom puffed a bit of smoke out of his nostrils. “Is this just what you do with everybody?” Houndoom let go of her shoulder quickly and took a half-step back toward the foot of the bed, shaking his head. “So I’m special, then.” He nodded eagerly, panting a bit. “How special are we talking?” Houndoom looked up at the ceiling, snorting fire, and held his head still, horns curled back toward the bed. Cynthia pulled her legs onto the bed, and started to braid her hair. “You’re capable of informed consent, right?”

“Doom!” He nodded eagerly.

She continued to work on her hair, leaning against the wall on one side of her bed, looking out the window and then back at Houndoom. “I... I guess if you want to stop, start charging Solarbeam, and I’ll just say safeword.” He started to use the move, glowing slightly, and then cut it short; she nodded. They held eye contact as she finished off her braid, tugging at it lightly to make sure it held together. “That work by you?” Her shoulders shone slightly in the light, her left shoulder a bit red where Houndoom had bitten; she took a deep breath. He took a step forward, his left front paw pressed lightly against the outside of her thigh, and then he licked broadly across her face, making her lean back and laugh.

“You jerk, that tastes terrible!” She batted his face away, grinning, and he pushed his nose down between her breasts, trying to push her torso down. She supported her weight with her arms, sliding them behind her, and so he dragged his tongue down the slight ridge of her belly and then across smooth skin to her inner thighs. Smoke billowing from his nostrils, he lapped slowly while Cynthia settled onto her back, releasing the pressure on her arms, braid dangling off of the side of the bed. Once her shoulders hit the mattress, Houndoom pulled his tongue back, tensed it, and pushed. Cynthia growled, and grabbed his horns. The lines of her arms shifted as she pulled, and the Pokemon obliged.

After a few moments, Houndoom pulled back, and Cynthia let go of his horns, resting her arms by her sides. She flexed and then relaxed her arms and legs, and Houndoom took a half step back, tilting his head down and then up. She leaned up a bit to look at him.

“What?”

He put his head down, and then lifted it up, turning it to the side. She stared blankly, rolling her hips a bit. He repeated the gesture with his head. “Houndooooooom!”

Cynthia lifted her body up, kneeling in front of Houndoom. He nuzzled at her hip, whiskers bristling against a ticklish spot and making her wiggle. “Really, I don’t know what you—” Houndoom sprung forward, and curled around her, biting down on the back of her neck and pushing her face toward the foot of the bed. She bent at the waist and the heels of her palms sank into blankets, Houndoom beside her and then astride her and then she felt the ridges of chitin on his penis rubbing along her inner thighs. One thrust between her legs, one along the curve of her ass, one a bit north of the mark, and then she heard herself screaming from the sheer heat of it, furry haunches settling on her back, the heat of his flesh and the comparative cool of the chitin sliding in and out of her overloading her with temperature and texture and he bit down harder on her neck and it was blissful.

After a particularly enthusiastic thrust, she lifted up her hips and felt something else start to push at her entrance. Dimly, she tried to remember the shape she’d seen when Houndoom had preened for her; maybe he had been thicker at the base? But this wasn’t just a little bit thicker; it felt like he was trying to make space inside of her for a wall of fire. She squeezed down around him, which made her cry out and made him howl and push harder, which hadn’t exactly been the idea — she couldn’t keep her muscles still, though, and soon her eyes were closed and her muscles were loosening and he pushed and she arched and he pushed and she moaned and something gave and he was fully inside her, so full and so hot, and they howled together, ragged, and then he clamped down fiercely on her neck, and everything tingled...

Catching her breath, Cynthia shifted weight onto her forearms, feeling the swelling of Houndoom’s chest above her as he panted, pushing her breasts lightly into the mattress. She felt a great heat deep inside her, and a faint but pleasant burning sensation, which gradually spread down out of her and over her clit. She reached out and grabbed a pillow, sliding it under her head, and she and Houndoom drooled onto it together.

“We’re stuck like this for a while, aren’t we.”

“Houndooooom.”

“I could try to find your pokeba—yow!” Houndoom bit her shoulder. “I was joking, you know.” He licked where he’d bitten, and then shuffled his hips a bit, making her moan quietly. “I want you right here.”

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From: makomospice@silphmail.co 
To: sinnohliepard@hotmail.un
Subject: Re: WHAT DID YOUR HOUNDOOM EVEN DO

Hi Cynthia! <3

I'm so glad you finally figured out why I lent you my Houndoom.  (Do you
know how hard it was for Alder to keep a straight face?) It's a very
different kind of Pokemon training that I'm interested in, but I knew
you'd appreciate it once you let him share his special talents with
you! For what it's worth, that whole myth about ``the burn never goes
away'' isn't true --- we'll just have to work some arnica gel into the
affected areas. Are you doing anything on Thursday? >:D

xoxo,

fennel

(figy berries, or anything spicy really!)

Sinnoh Liepard wrote:
> okay so
>
> you're totally right and that was AMAZING and how did he even know how
> to DO that and Lucario is a huge prude. BUT. that thing in the pokedex
> about how the burn never goes away? THAT IS THE CASE ON MY CLITORIS.
> for the love of Arceus how do I make that stop
>
> also what are his favorite berries I want to give him a treat
>
> also my clit I NEED THAT TO LIVE. PLEASE HELP.