Pokéfessions - Zebstrika & Liepard
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Pokéfessions - Zebstrika & Liepard
Zebby14(op) - First Time Poster, Here thread published on 11-13-16 at 11:06 am
A 'friend' told me about this site a week ago, and I haven't been able to stop reading some of your guys' stories. I just wanted to say that it's really reassuring to hear that some of the things I've been feeling are happening to others as well. It's hard to talk about this kind of stuff with those who don't really know what it's like. All of this is so new to me, but I'm going to try my best to explain what happened to me. Maybe by doing so some other person will feel less alone as well!
I guess I should tell you all a little bit about myself before I continue. My name is Graham, and I'm twenty years old. My parents named me after my grandfather, who _apparently _was some big deal. To be perfectly honest with you all, I'd always hated the name. I mean, who names their kid Graham?
I was a bit rebellious growing up, and I can't help but cringe as I look back at some of the older pictures of me. Baggy jeans, chain belt, a new haircolor every month... That sort of thing. I was really big into metal, too. It's actually why I learned how to play the guitar. The parents were super supportive of me the entire time, which is cool. Props to them for handling that phase of my life so well. I wonder how they'll handle this 'phase'?
I tried pretty hard to cleanse my social media of some of the more embarrassing pictures for a while. My parents still have a picture of me in a leather jacket that was far too big for me in a scrapbook somewhere, but I think that's all that is left of my metal phase. That, and I still play the guitar. Or at least, I did until very recently. I'm sure most of you reading this can empathize.
For the past two years I've been studying at a university in Unova. If you've ever been to Castelia then you'll understand what I mean when I say that it's cold. It's not just the temperature; it's the people. Everyone there wants nothing to do with anyone else. Some people call it the Castelia Freeze. At first it was jarring to me. I was surprised at how isolated I felt; even when surrounded by a huge crowd of people.
The first semester was rough, but after a few more I feel like I'm starting to get used to it. It was hard at first, but I'm slowly growing accustomed to city life. Sure, I don't make lasting connections, but hey! Maybe after all this that will change!
I don't really use PC Terminals unless I'm traveling out of Unova to visit my parents. As much as I've learned to love Castelia, Vermilion City will always be my home. It's always nice to escape Unova's harsh winters and bask in Kanto's warmer weather. It was good to see my parents again, too. They were just as loving and supportive as always. It should come as no surprise to anyone reading this that I used a PC Terminal to travel between Unova and Kanto. I mean, anyone writing a Pokéfession would have had to, right?
I think it was the transfer back to Unova that got me. It's either that, or the symptoms developed _really _late for me. All the stories I've been reading so far say that the first signs start showing within the week, and it took me a little less than a week before, well... I'm getting ahead of myself.
It was three days after I settled back into my apartment in Castelia that the Global PC Terminals were being shut down. A lot of my classmates depended on the GPCT to travel back and forth between their hometown and their University, and it disrupted a lot of people's lives. Looking back however, I think Bill definitely made the right call. No one really knew what was going on at the time, but as more and more people started reporting the symptoms it was only a matter of time before we'd find out. And to all of those conspiracy theorists out there: No, I don't think this mess is his fault.
I remember when people first started referring to it as Pokérus. I think we all know by now that this is _not _Pokérus, but that's what the media had decided to report it as. The initial symptoms were simple: cold sweats and sore muscles. I remember getting an email from one of my professors apologizing for having to cancel class because he had contracted the infection. It wasn't until he had canceled class for four days in a row that I began to suspect that this wasn't simply a human strain of Pokérus. Coincidentally, it was also when I began to question if I too was coming down with the disease as well.
I think we were all shocked when Bill addressed the nation about the current state of the GPCT. The man that stood at that podium was Bill, and at the same time... It wasn't. I couldn't believe it myself when I first watched him give his speech. At first I thought it was some ridiculous PR stunt, but as he began to explain himself it all clicked into place.
I remember him explaining it as "a glitch in the system". I couldn't believe that. A glitch? Was that why Bill's skin was pink? How could that possible explain why Bill's tongue would slip out of his mouth as he spoke? It was undeniable, and yet completely unfathomable. The man that stood in front of our nation was a talking pokémon... An anthropomorphic lickitung.
It was still Bill, that much was certain. He had the same thin frame and long hair, and yet there was no denying that the man was also _a lickitung. I mean, Bill's skin was pink. _Pink! I couldn't get over that.
I called my mom immediately afterwards. She was worried about me, as I had just used a GPCT before they had shut down the system. She had sounded so worried on the phone that I... I lied about my symptoms. I told her I didn't have it. I couldn't bear telling my mom that I might have contracted Pokérus. It's not like a little pain in my joints could turn me into some freak, could it? I think a part of me was still in denial at that point as well. When I told my mom I was fine, I think I was partly trying to reassure myself as well. Maybe my back would stop aching throughout the night? Maybe I wouldn't slowly begin to shift into some warped visage of a pokémon? When I ended that call, I was positive that I was going to be fine...
I guess this is the start of my Pokéfession. It's still kind of embarrassing to admit this, but if you all are sharing your stories... I might as well share mine. It's not called a confession for nothing, right?
I think we can all agree that there is some element of 'heat' involved after the first phase of symptoms. That's what Bill had reported to the public, but I guess he chose to refrain what the heat actually entailed.
It first hit me in the middle of one of my classes. To all those that sat around me, I assume they thought I had shouted because I had just accidentally bumped my knee against my desk. In actuality, it was the heat that had made me yelp suddenly and slam my knee into my desk. I can attest to how _hard _the heat hits. There's no gradual buildup; no warning. One second I was preoccupied with the knots in my muscles, the next I was completely enveloped in an alien warmth. It felt like my body was burning up, my nerves firing on all cylinders as my blood began to pump. Like many of you, I didn't fully accept that I was changing until I felt that first heat. I sat up immediately and ran out of the room. I didn't even realize why I was running to the bathroom until I had locked the bathroom door behind me.
My heart was racing a mile a minute as my body tried to make sense of what was happening to it. Every fiber of my being pulsed with heat. I had tried to remain standing for as long as possible, but my legs were shaking beneath my weight. I don't even remember falling to my knees. One second I was standing, the next I was on my hands and knees. My first heat was hazy. I just remember bits and pieces of it, like a vivid slideshow.
I remember lying on all fours on the bathroom floor, a bead of sweat collecting on my nose as my entire body shook and spasmed. In my delirium, I remember asking the empty bathroom what was happening to me. It came as no surprise to me when I received no response.
In my next memory I'm lying on my back. I assume I was trying to pull my clothes off in a vain attempt to escape the heat that coursed through my veins. My shirt had been pulled up over my head and tucked behind my neck, my sleeves straining against my shoulders as my hands continued their struggle to pull my pants down my legs. The warmth was all I could pay attention to. It felt like my entire body wanted me to do something, anything, to douse the fire burning within me. It wasn't until I glanced down at my body that I found the answer to my questions. I was hard. My cock jutted up against my underwear as my pants slipped past my knees. It seemed my body was one step ahead of me, one hand already gripping my shaft through the tented boxer shorts.
I can only remember snippets of the actual events that followed. It was mostly me writhing in confusion; disrobing in some desperate attempt to fight the heat. This second wave of symptoms wasn't just a case of flushed cheeks accompanied with tingling sensations, as Bill had reported it. It felt like my entire body was on fire. It didn't hurt, either. The sensation was too unique to categorize it as 'pain'. It was a different kind of burning, something less tangible and more... abstract. The bathroom floor was cold to the touch, and I couldn't help but press my bare skin against it.
This lasted no more than thirty minutes. I guess the popular theory going around is that the shorter the heat, the more intense the sensations. After reading some of your guys' stories, I think I'm on the 'shorter-yet-more-intense' side.
The heat died down as quickly as it had started. I found myself lying on the bathroom floor, almost completely naked. I had removed everything except my underwear and a sock in my struggle. The second thing I noticed was how sweaty I was. It was like my entire body had tried to cool itself down while I rode through the fever. The fabric of my underwear was wet as well. At the time I blamed that on my perspiration, but after reading other confessions I'm not so sure anymore. I don't remember cumming, like some of you guys do, but I definitely remembering the arousal in my brief moments of lucidity.
It wasn't until I took a look at myself in the bathroom mirror that I noticed the changes. My hair had somehow changed colors. What used to be pitch black hair was now pure white. I couldn't believe what I was seeing at first. I hadn't bleached my hair since I was in junior high, and I had to actually pull a few hairs before I accepted what was happening to me.
Everyone on this site seems to have this 'aha' moment where they finally understand the gravity of their situation. This was my moment. I was changing into... something. As I slowly redressed myself I was beginning to panic. It's not every day you realize that you're turning into a pokémon, whether you like it or not. It was hard to stop from shaking as I walked back to my classroom. I remember feeling so paranoid as I walked down the hallway. It felt like everyone's eyes were on me. My mind began to jump to conclusions. Could they tell? Did they know that I was a freak?
The large lecture room was almost completely empty now. Class had been dismissed some time ago. My cheeks flushed in embarrassment as the image of me yanking off my clothing in heat came to mind. I tried not to think about it as I stuffed my books into my bag.
That's when I met my 'friend'. He's the guy who told me about this site, so I guess he's probably reading this as well. I didn't know him at the time, but I guess he knew me. We were classmates, and I guess he saw me bolt of the class. If I'm being honest, I was far too preoccupied with what was happening to me to try and make a friend. If I came off as rude in our first conversation, I'm sorry.
(I also don't know if you're okay with me putting your name on this site, so I'm going to refer to you as Greg from here on out.)
Greg was actually a really nice guy, even thought I was trying to politely get rid of him at the time. We traded names and discussed the class. He even made me laugh with a joke, despite the fact that I was internally freaking out. As we walked out of the classroom, Greg started to veer the conversation towards the GPCT crash. I've never been good at lying, and stiffened immediately.
I don't really know when Greg realized that I was infected. He might've even caught on after I had ran out of the classroom. Regardless, I'm almost positive he grew suspicious after I hastily tried to steer the conversation in a different direction. Each time I did that, Greg would always find a way to steer the conversation back to Pokérus.
As I was about to leave the university building, Greg stopped me. He looked really frustrated with me, his hands on his hips, as he asked me point blank if I was infected. My response was... Poor. I stuttered out a reply to him, something like "Yes... I mean, no. I don't think so. Maybe." Like I said before, I've never been good at lying.
Greg took me back to his apartment after that. I was scared and afraid, but the thought of having someone else to talk to about this gave me hope. He had a nice studio apartment that was very clean. I told him about the heat as he sat me down on his couch. His questions were very specific... Almost too specific. As we continued to talk I grew more and more suspicious of the man across from me. When I asked him if the heat would return, he responded with certainty that it would. That confirmed my suspicions that Greg was infected as well.
It turned out that Greg had already had three heats in the past two days. His were much longer than mine, and he expressed concern when I told him how short and intense mine were. He asked me to stay after that. I'm not sure I fully understood the consequences of accepting such an offer. I think Greg assumed that I had omitted the parts about my orgasm out of courtesy; but in actuality I still had no idea that changing made people, well, incredibly horny.
I feel like someone out there is going to read this and immediately assume that Greg was taking advantage of me. Trust me when I say that I was definitely not opposed to the events that happened next.
I think both of us thought I would go into heat first. It was a surprise to both of us when Greg shuddered next to me on the couch. The other man stood up, and calmly began to disrobe in front of me. I tried to look away from him as long as I could, but my curiosity got the better of me.
Greg was skinnier than I was. Even back then, his body was thin and curvy. Having already gone through three heats, Greg was much further along in his transition. I couldn't help but stare in fascination as he stripped down to his briefs. His entire lower half was covered in fur. From his knees down, the fur was bright yellow. At his knees, the fur grew dense and purple. His pelt was spotted here and there with yellow rings in the shape of triangles. His stomach was also covered in shorter yellow fur, just like the hair that covered his feet. Greg explained to me that he had done a lot of speculating as to what he'd become in the last few days as I stared openly at his changing body. There was only one pokémon with pattering like that, and it was clear to both of us that Greg was shifting into a liepard.
It was all so surreal to me. I could barely comprehend the site in front of me. It took me even longer to register that the liepard had straddled my lap in the midst of my gawking. Remember, I still had no clue that going into heat could make you so horny. At this point, I thought that the tent in his boxers was purely because of me.
We kissed for a while as the liepard slowly rocked his hips into mine. If you're reading this Greg, you're a really good kisser. It'd been a long time since I'd done anything like that with anyone, but I'm glad it was you.
We sat like that for a long time. As amazing as Greg was making me feel, it paled in comparison to what he was going through. Heat has a way of making everything overload your senses. It's like every single sensory you have is being cranked to eleven. I think he tried to hold himself back at first, but every time I'd run my hand through his fur it'd only rile him up even more. It was fun to touch him; to explore the man as he slowly shifted atop me. I couldn't help but stare as I watched the fur spread further up his torso. It was fun to watch him grip me tightly; his eyes shut tight as I fondled him. Sometimes his self-restraint would slip and he'd start bucking wildly against me. He'd always regain himself and quickly apologize. I didn't mind at all. Looking back, it felt really good being the one to drive him over the edge.
About an hour into it, Greg started to warn me that it was getting harder to hold himself back. The liepard was shaking atop me, fumbling with me words as he tried to express his concern. I still hadn't connected just how much of what was going on was connected to the heat. At this point, I thought Greg just really liked the idea of becoming a pokémon or something. The fur had traveled up to his neck now as he stared down at me. He looked afraid, as if he wasn't sure he _should _continue. Like I said before, it felt _really _good to tip him over the edge, and at that moment it was all I could think of doing.
So I tipped him. It wasn't really that hard. All I had to do was give him a bit of encouragement. I pressed myself against him as much as I could as we ground our hips against one another. I could feel his constraint dissolving as I nibbled at his neck. In fact, I could feel it as well. The fur had moved so slowly before, but I could see it sprout before my eyes as it quickly traveled up his neck. Greg gripped me tightly, his fingernails digging into my waist as he bucked against me with wild abandon.
After that, everything seemed to happen so fast. I don't even remember in what order things went down, but I do remember the details of each.
Greg's face grew a lot more feline. The man threw his head back as his mouth began to push out into a muzzle. His ears tapered and shifted atop his head as fur continued to sprout in thick patches. By the time his face had stopped morphing, his face and blended with both human and liepard features alike.
Greg came as well. The head of his shaft was pressed against his underwear, and I clearly remember watching spurt after spurt of the man's cum ooze through the strained fabric. All the while the liepard never stopped thrusting himself against me, his twitching shaft rutting eagerly against the bulge in my jeans.
On top of all this, my heat finally hit me. It was just as sudden and jarring as the first, except this time I felt far more lucid. All the sensations I had been feeling during the first heat were back, but now I felt like I understood them. The warmth, the burning coursing through my veins, it was more than just heat; it was desire.
There was something else as well; something harder to explain. The heat gave me this feeling. It resonated deep inside of me, as if calling out to me. It felt like it wanted out, and as soon as I felt it I knew I could. I thought back to all the times Greg had held himself back; back to the fear in his eyes. I remembered helping push him over the edge and watching how fast the transformation set in.
It's hard to explain if you haven't felt it, but I think everyone who has been through it can attest to feeling like this in heat. It's so tempting to give in; and yet it's incredibly terrifying as well. I remember looking at the liepard atop my lap as he continued to rock against me. He stared into my eyes with an intensity I hadn't seen before. Greg was completely lost in the heat. He had given in, and now the same temptation was knocking at my door.
I could feel a strange tickling sensation run across my chest, and pulled my shirt off to discover a thick patch of black and white had begun to sprout from my skin. I felt like I should have been scared of this. That thought was the only thing keeping the temptation at bay. Everything felt _too _good. If I gave in, what would happen to me? What would I do? I realized that I probably looked just as scared as Greg had before I had tipped him over the edge.
Greg was purring now, a look of pure bliss painted on his face as the liepard continued to grind against me. Each time he pressed against my groin I couldn't help but let out a moan. I remember him coaxing me to lay down on the couch as his newly formed paws explored my changing body. His body seemed lighter as he shifted atop me, his thin frame pressing up against mine as he leaned in for a kiss.
Or at least, what I thought was a kiss. Instead, the feline bent towards my chest and began to lap at my chest. The course tongue swirled around my nipple, sending me into absolute bliss. Remember everything I said about heightened sensitivities during heat? I don't even know how to begin describing how amazing this felt.
I was breathing heavily at this point; my mouth hanging open as I cried out in pleasure. I remember clutching the curve of his waist and letting out a high pitched squeal as my self-restraint slipped. It almost sounded like a _yip _or a _bark _to my tingling ears. My hips involuntarily bucked against the feline with abandon as I struggled to hold onto what little control I still had over my body.
I slowly steadied myself, my fingers still digging into the feline's waist as the Liepard sat back up. The dark pokémon stared at me with a mischievous look. I could see the liepard's thighs thicken with lean muscles as I ground my teeth, his body growing more curvaceous by the second. He wasn't the only one changing. While I couldn't see the changes directly, I could still feel them. My toes and ears felt numb as the heat pulsed through them.
I think my changes excited Greg. I already told you how good it felt to push someone over the edge, and I'm sure the liepard wanted the same for me. I tried to warn Greg about the edge; just as he had tried to warn me, but the liepard seemed unphased by my pleas. He had already fallen to his heat, and I knew I was about to join him. I could see black and white fur peeking out from beyond my jeans as the liepard slowly leaned over me once more. The simple acknowledgment of this only made it harder to hold onto my self-restrain. My lips trembled and my body shook as the liepard brought a paw up to my cheek, his mouth only inches away from mine.
To anyone wondering what it's like kissing someone with a muzzle, my advice is simple. If you think about it too much, it's not going to work. Greg's kiss was awkward at first, you're right. His tongue was rough against mine, and the new shape of his mouth made for some awkward encounters. However as time passed, I spent less energy thinking about what felt wrong and more on what felt right. Maybe it was just the feline's tongue, but Greg's kiss felt completely different this time. It was rougher; filled with an almost infectious passion as his tongue invaded my mouth. Our hips began to rock against each other once more; bodies fueled by the burning heat within each of us. I found myself pressing back against him as more and more carnal desires flooded my mind. The liepard bucked and shuddered beneath me as I felt him cum once more. The satisfaction that it gave me to listen to Greg moan into my mouth was... It was...
Want. I can't even describe it more than that. My entire body _wanted _this, and I could feel myself giving in. It was like a switch, really. One second I was resisting, and the next I wasn't. I don't even remember _when _I gave in to the heat, I just remember how good it felt to finally succumb. It was a conscious choice to cave, and I could feel all the tension in my body slip away as I did so.
After that, there was no thought behind my actions. I stopped thinking _so much about how weird it felt to kiss someone with a muzzle and spent more time _doing. I remember how excited Greg looked when I pressed back into him; my hands wrapping around his hips possessively. He was purring like a feline, the vibrations rumbling through my mouth as we kissed.
Giving in to the sensations definitely makes the changes happen quicker. I think both Greg and I can attest to that. However watching the changes happen to someone else and seeing them happen to your own body is a completely different experience. I could sit here and describe to you every detail of my transformation as it happened, but that would be dishonest of me. After you've given in to your heat, all you care about is that want. The liepard atop of me was far more important than the black and white fur that spread across my body. If anything the changes only motivated me more.
I remember suddenly pressing him tightly against me as my muzzle pushed outwards; the friction of my groin rubbing against the fabric of my pants spurring me to buck and hump at the air. I think Greg was a little more lucid at this point, and I watched as the liepard's paws greedily unzipped my jeans. Our tented briefs rutted against one another as I swatted Greg's hand away from my member. It was so hard to express my desires vocally to the liepard. My voice sounded different to my own ears as I tried to explain my want.
I think the only real words that I got out were 'want', 'need', 'you', and 'fuck'. Greg nodded silently and pulled himself off of me. I watched as the liepard's briefs dropped to the floor as the changing man walked away from me; revealing his still developing tail. The lithe feline didn't bother moving to the bedroom; instead the changing man simply bent forward against a nearby wall. The man was practically presenting for me as I stood up, my steps slow and unsure. My pants felt like they were about to burst at the seams any minute as I steadied my balance. I felt bigger; not only taller, but stronger. I could see muscle definition building beneath my striped fur as I strode toward Greg, a sense of pride welling up in me as I knelt in front of the liepard's waiting ass.
Let me go ahead and take the time to admit that I like rimming. There really is nothing better than having your tongue up another guy's ass. I could hear Greg pur as I pressed my tongue against his entrance; relishing the moment for just a second longer before letting myself explore. I wasted no time opening him up, my tongue sliding inside the liepard's ass with ease. I could hear him cry out above me in pleasure as he began to rock his hips against my grip. My tongue was longer now, _better _at making Greg shake and shudder. In a matter of minutes I was practically tongue-fucking him as we thrust against one another, our enthusiasm unbridled. I had no doubt he was cumming once more as he spasmed against me.
He was ready. The thought was more of an understanding than anything. I could _feel _that it was time. The liepard's cock had changed drastically as well, a plump sheathe now dangling between his legs. The cat's cock bobbed there, his cum splattered on the wall in front of him. I could hear my jeans ripping as I stood up, my mind far too focused on the man in front of me to care. I was changing, my body bulking and shifting as I leaned forward. My heart was racing, the blood pumping through my veins sending pulse after pulse of something new rushing through my system.
Throbbing. My entire body was throbbing. I shuddered for a moment, my muzzle clenching tight as I could hear the fabric of my pants tearing even further. With eyes closed I desperately struggled to remove what little clothing I still had on. It didn't take much effort, my underwear falling off at the seams before giving it one final tug.
I moaned aloud as that throbbing sensation intensified. My cock unfurled from its confines, free at last to stand at full mast. I'd love to tell you how many inches it was, but I still haven't gotten around to measuring it yet. Eight inches? Nine? For all I knew it could have been even longer than that. I whinnied at first sight of it, practically snorting with excitement. I think I even stomped one foot against the ground as I pressed it up against Greg's rear. The liepard was still purring, his hips pressing back against mine with desire.
I couldn't fit. I looked down at my cock and realized this instantly. There was no way I'd be able to stuff my massive flare inside him. Even if I did, there was no way I'd be able to fit my entire length into him. My thrusts felt useless... Futile. I could hear the liepard moaning as he pressed back against me desperately. Greg wanted this as badly as I did, maybe even more. But no matter how hard we tried; how hard I pushed...
Even through my doubts, I couldn't stop myself from pressing back. From trying harder. I snorted, slamming my hooved foot down on the ground once more. I wanted inside of him, damnit. The liepard wanted me in him... Wanted me to claim him, to mark him, to give him what he desperately needed. I whinnied aloud as the thoughts overtook me. At that moment... more than anything in the world... I wanted to fuck him. Raw. I wanted to ram my flare inside of him and ruin him. I was desperate; pushing and rutting and bucking my hips as a white hot need overtook me. More than anything... I wanted. To let my cock sink into him, to jam _it into him. Stopping just short of the medial ring, pausing for a moment... Then shoving the rest of my fat length as deep as I could into him. _Yes. I needed that. More than anything, I needed to feel how it felt to fuck the liepard. To dominate him. I wanted to grip his tail and rock my hips against his ass, filling him with my shaft over and over. I wanted to hear him yowl and snarl as I did so, my pace quickening... Faster... Harder... I needed this so bad. He needed this. And there was no way in hell I wasn't going to give it to him.
It took me a moment to realize that these desires were more than just that. I blinked, the blinding heat slowly fading away. I could hear the liepard gasping, growling every so often in rhythm with the tight pulsing warmth that surrounded my shaft. In my haze the flare of my shaft had slipped inside of him. Our desperate attempts had done the impossible, the head of my shaft now buried inside his tight entrance. The liepards paws were pressed against the wall as he pushed desperately back into me. His entire body was shaking as I watched another inch of my horsecock sink into his ass. The liepard cried out in lust as I thrust into him. With each inch I spread the cat's ass wider, the fire inside of me spurring me on to buck and rut.
My fantasies were slowly turning into a reality as I watched the medial ring of my cock press up against his cheeks. I shuddered, gripping the liepard tightly as the need to push _surged through me. I needed it. Oh _god _I needed it. The feline that was speared against be let out a moan, his hips bucking into mine. _Encouraging me to rut against me. I could feel my trembling hips begin to rock against his before widly thrusting forward. My waist would pull back instinctively for a moment, my body shaking with need, before slamming back into him once more. I was breathing heavily, my huge chest rising and falling with each thrust. My rhythm picked up as I watched more and more of my length shove into him.
I could hear Greg cumming, his entire body shuddering beneath me as I continued to fuck him. My heavy balls slapped against him as I continued to pump my cock into him. I couldn't help but whinnie as I listened to the leopard yowl beneath me. Faster, harder... I needed this. He _needed _this. I ground my teeth together as I gripped his sides, shoving his body against mine.
I closed my eyes as I felt my entire length slip deep within him. In a single thrust I had fucking hilted _him. I gasped aloud, my moan quickly trailing into an outright neigh. I was blinded by my lust, my hips moving on their own as I pounded his ass once more. I could feel my entire length moving through him, the sensation sending me over the edge. I didn't last more than five thrusts before I was cumming. I could feel rope after rope of my seed fill him. A different type of pressure started to build as my cock continued to pump into him. _I was filling him up, my shaft refusing to let any seed escape past it's flare.
Eventually my cock's spasms subsided. We were both shaking, our bodies sagging against one another as the realization of what we had just done began to settle in. I pulled out of him then, slowly at first. It was quite easy actually, my horse cock slipping out of him in one long tug. I fell to the floor as I did so, watching in awe as over a quart of cum spilled out of him as well. The liepard turned back to look at me as I watched a stream of cum spill down his legs. My cum. The look in his eyes, I can't really describe it. Greg slid down to the floor, collapsing in front of me. I wasn't sure what he was thinking at the time, but I knew what I was thinking...
What the fuck had we just done?
Our heats settled down pretty quickly after that. We didn't really say much to one another either. We just kind of stared at ourselves, at each other, as we tried to figure out what had just happened to us. For fifteen minutes we sat there, slumped against the ground. My mind felt groggy, as if it was trying to put all the pieces back into place. The liepard in front of me did the same, lying in a pool of our cum. He looked just as dazed as I did, too exhausted to move out of his own mess.
Eventually I spoke, my voice sounding strange in my own ears. I asked him if he had any pants I could wear, seeing as I didn't own any. It was a dumb question to ask, I know. There were a countless other things I could have said. Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Can you stand?
The liepard simply nodded, pulling himself up onto his feet as carefully as he could, before walking off to his dresser. I was standing by the time Greg returned, my knees feeling like they might give out beneath me at any time. Greg didn't say anything to me. He simply handed me my pants in silence. I took that as my queue to get dressed and leave. I felt more shame than anything as I walked back to my apartment. Sure there were a few people openly staring as I trotted down Unova's streets. It was a bit awkard at first, but you get used to the staring.
He gave me his number as well. He had snuck them into the sweat pants he had given me. The numbers were so shakily written it took me twelve different tries before I found the right one. We talk. I asked him all the questions I regretted not asking him. He even introduced me to this site as well. It's nice to be able to talk to like-minded people... Or, whatever it is we are calling ourselves. I've heard a lot of people calling us Pokéfurs? That's silly in my opinion... But I guess it does have a nice ring to it.
Anyways, Greg if you're reading this: I'm sorry that I ran away so quickly. I should have checked to make sure you were okay as well. I didn't know how to tell you this in person, so... I did it this way. I hope you don't mind.
If anyone has any questions, feel free to ask me! I'm here to help :)
[OP Replied Comments]
Prowler1432 comment published on 11-13-16 at 11:53 am Thank you for sharing, Zebby! I assume you look like a zebstrika, no?
Zebby14(op) comment published on 11-13-16 at 12:06 pm Ah, yes! Sorry I forgot to really talk about what I was, didn't I? Yeah I'm a zebstrika. I started accidentally shocking people a few days ago. I got really frightened when my toast popped up and I accidentally fried the toaster!
Anonymous comment published on 11-13-16 at 1:53 pm fake zebstrikas don't neigh
Zebby14(op) comment published on 11-13-16 at 1:56 pm I did?!?! So... sorry?!?!
Anonymous comment published on 11-13-16 at 4:18 pm Hi Zebby14! I love your post. I had my first heat about an hour ago and it was really intense. I haven't seen a lot of people describe it like you have. Do you remember how long it took before your second heat hit?
Zebby14(op) comment published on 11-13-16 at 4:25 pm For me it was maybe an hour? Or two? I think it really is different for each person, so find someplace comfortable and relax until it happens. Stay safe!
Consentacruel comment published on 11-13-16 at 9:53 pm One of the best confessions I've seen lmao. Felt like I was reading porn for a second. Way to go zebby, and welcome to your new life ;)
Zebby14(op) comment published on 11-13-16 at 10:05 pm Ha, thanks. It's not much of a new life if I'm still trying to focus on passing my classes. If only this hadn't happened so close to finals -.-
Arcaseveneightnine comment published on 11-14-16 at 1:23 am I've seen you around campus. I'm the arcanine. Do you want to go grab a drink sometime? It's weird not really having anyone else to talk to about this. You don't have to reply, just wave me down on campus if you'd like to.
Zebby14(op) comment published on 11-14-16 at 10:05 am I've seen you, yeah. I know how hard it can be to meet people in this city. Don't be afraid to come over and say hi! It's always nice to meet new faces.