Family Bonds: Chapter 3
Chapter 3
A few minutes after the two cheerful charmanders had left the cave, the sound of something heavy hitting the ground caught Leanna's attention. She stared toward the entrance to the cave until the familiar silhouette of her loving charizard mate appeared. She smiled broadly when he came into view; she was always thrilled to see him no matter what was going on. He was holding an armful of berries as was his morning custom.
There was a small palette of leaves strewn on a rock near one of the walls of the cave that served as a pseudo table for the fire family. Walking briskly over to the rock, he gently placed his morning's load of berries upon its surface, careful not to let a single one roll off the smooth, rounded top. When he was certain the pile of food would not try to wander off, he turned his attention to his mate.
He quickly closed the distance between them and greeted her with a warm embrace, pulling her body tightly into his. The sun's warmth was still present on his body as she felt some of the wondrous heat transfer to her own body. She always loved their hugs. It was always a reassuring gesture that the two would never be separated from each other, and both would give up the world for the other in a heartbeat.
He pulled away slightly from her and nuzzled her nose with his own. She smiled even more broadly as his nose tickled her own. The two stood facing each other, staring into each other's eyes for what seemed like an eternity, taking in the other's beauty. Dacus was the first to break the passionate gaze as he glanced over her shoulder and around the rest of the cave before he spoke up.
"Where are the kids?"
"Well, it was such a nice day out, and they've been cooped up in here for so long that I let them go to the river to play."
"I guess that'll be alright considering there hasn't been anything that's gone awry in about a week. Plus they deserve to have a little fun away from us."
"Those two remind me so much of how you and I were when we were younger."
"Heh, yeah, they really do when you think about it. So what have you been doing since I've been out?"
"Oh, I've just been thinking about how we met and how we eventually became mates. Remember when..."
Her mind brought her back to the end of that first mating season that she remembered so vividly. The morning after she had spied on him started as every previous morning had. She woke up where she had fallen asleep, and even though she fell asleep after he did for a change, she still awoke before him. She almost wished that she could sleep as soundly as he could, but being the free-roaming spirit that she was, she felt that every moment of the morning that was wasted by sleeping was another moment wasted where she could be seeing the land and all its beauty and splendor.
She used the time that she waited for him to wake up to formulate how exactly she would go about asking the questions that had plagued her the night before. Just thinking about the previous night brought images flashing through her mind. She couldn't really look at him as she previously had without the question of "why" infesting her mind. She would need some questions answered before she could look at him the same way she used to.
She got up and walked silently the few paces toward him, putting the pile of blackened wood behind her, and sat down facing him. She couldn't help but shoot a glance (albeit an outright stare) at his nether region where just the previous night she had witnessed its confines in its full glory. She was actually extremely curious to see it again the more that she thought about it. Her face flushed a little with embarrassment as she realized how naughty her thoughts had turned, and she did her best to cast them aside, but she wasn't very successful.
She definitely knew about mating from all that her parents had taught her, but they had made it out to be such a negative thing. They would constantly say to be careful around mating season, and to avoid other males at all costs because all they wanted was to make any passing female, regardless of pokemon type, the mother of his offspring. She was raised to almost fear mating as it would inevitably lead to her having to take care of a baby charmander, and after her encounter with that nidorino, she had even further reason to solidify her stance on it.
But one thing that she couldn't understand was if mating was such a negative thing, how come her parents were together? They had made it seem like when a mating happened, she would be left all on her own to take care of the youngster. But the fact that her parents obviously had to have mated at one point (else she wouldn't even be sitting here thinking about it) and were still together suggested that maybe there was a way to mate so that both the male and the female could take care of the baby.
Gah, her head was starting to hurt thinking in circles like that. She rubbed her eyes in an attempt to clear her thoughts, and also to wipe away any excess sleep that had lingered in her vision. She went back to pondering how to go about starting the conversation she was so eager to have. Thinking on it, should she bring up the previous night? Would he be mad that she had spied on him when he was obviously trying to be away from her? Would he willingly show her what she had seen last night?
She shook her head violently as her face flushed again. She rid her mind of her wandering thoughts, which wasn't easy considering what a wandering, free spirit she had always been, and refocused her attention on the sleeping 'meleon in front of her. She was hoping that he would wake up soon so that she could get all of her thoughts spoken and be rid of them (or at least have them cleared up for her so that she could make sense of all of it).
She still hadn't thought about what she would say. Every time that she tried to formulate her thoughts, she got distracted by other thoughts. She needed a good opening line to lead into the conversation, but what could she say? Before she could ponder it any further, Dacus started moving slowly as one would to stretch muscles before getting up. She held her breath and silently cursed to herself as she realized she had let her mind wander too much. Guess she would just have to wing it and see what comes out.
Dacus stretched his arms and legs out and let out a contented grunting noise as his mind prepared itself for the day ahead. He curled his toes and claws before relaxing all of his muscles and letting his breath leave him with a heavy sigh. He cracked his eyes open and focused his gaze on the cave ceiling above him before glancing to his side. His unprepared eyes and ears were greeted by an eager "Morning!" from a seated 'meleon. The sight coupled with the unexpected greeting scared him, and he involuntarily jerked backwards.
After he regained his composure, he responded, "Heh, good morning. You seem cheerful today."
"What were you doing last night?"
He sat up facing her and turned his head slightly in confusion. She silently cursed herself again. She didn't want to be so blunt about it, and she wanted to get her questions answered without letting him know that she had watched him. Guess it was too late to cover it up now. She decided to go with it, doing her best to keep her embarrassment in check.
She followed up her statement, "Umm... What I mean is, where did you go last night? I hadn't fallen asleep yet, but I heard you leave the cave at one point."
"Oh.... uh.... I just needed to get out of the cave for a little bit and I didn't want to disturb you."
He had hesitated before saying that. Was he dodging the question? Would he continue dodging what she asked if she tried to make it more clear that she knew he was doing more than what he was leading on? Her mind seemed to race through question after question before she could make sense out of any of them, but she had to say something soon or else she would look silly just sitting there blankly staring.
"I also heard you come back and put the fire out. Have you been doing that every night?"
The follow up seemed innocent enough, but she was half afraid and half hoping that he would make some sort of connection and elaborate. If he didn't pick up on it, then she would try an alternate approach, and maybe then he could piece together the information.
He responded, "You mean putting out the fire? Yeah, I always make sure it's out before I go to sleep. I don't know why I do it honestly, but I sleep better knowing that it's put out."
He obviously didn't pick up on what she was getting at, or he was and he was just avoiding it all together. Regardless, she was determined to get some information from him.
"So, I've been wondering something..."
"Oh?"
"Yeah... how come you don't smell like all the other males?"
He blinked a few times and reached up a claw to scratch the top of his head before responding, "Uh... what do you mean by that?"
Forcing herself to continue, she said, "Well, I've learned to identify a male during mating season, but only during mating season, just based off of how he smells. It was how I was taught to get through mating season without anything happening to me."
"Oh... um... how should I put this..." He took a few moments to gather his thoughts as he tried to find the best way to approach the statement. When he was satisfied with his response, he continued, "You're obviously smelling the other males' musk which becomes very potent when they can't control their urges, but I've learned to control mine fairly well which may be why you don't smell anything unusual about me."
Now she was getting somewhere, but she still needed to push him a little further to get him to divulge the information she wanted.
"How do you go about controlling your urges? It seems like if you keep suppressing them then they would just get stronger over time."
"Normally you would be right, but there are..." blood raced to his cheeks as he couldn't believe he was about to talk about this, "ways that a male can control his instincts."
She was doing all she could to keep from bouncing up and down in excitement as she knew she was close to learning about what she had seen the night before.
"What kind of ways?"
He was definitely not prepared to have this sort of conversation so early in the morning. Hell, he probably would have never been prepared to talk about this with another pokemon, let alone a female. Was she really as innocent about the subject as he presumed? Throwing all caution to the wind, he decided to explain himself a bit more thoroughly.
"Well... the instinctual urges come from a build up of male seed. If the male can release some of that seed, then the urges die down and it's easier to suppress them."
"So was that what you were doing last night when you left the cave?"
If his skin could turn a darker shade of red, it would have. Had she known all along? He couldn't really lie to her; that just wasn't in his nature. He chuckled a little bit, as a way to cope with the extreme discomfort of the situation.
"Yeah, I was, heh. It helps me get through the day without going crazy."
Finally he had admitted it. Now that she knew what it was, perhaps if she pushed her luck a little more, she'd be able to witness it again. She had to admit that it was one of the most interesting things she had ever seen in her life and she was very eager to get a more up close demonstration.
"So, how do you go about releasing this seed without mating with a female?"
Was she being serious? She wanted him to be more descriptive about that? What did she want him to say? Could he even describe it and make any sense?
"Uh... I'm not exactly sure how to explain it... you just kind of do it."
"Hmm. Maybe you could show me to make it more clear?"
WHAT? Did she really just say that? Did she really want him to do that in front of her? He involuntarily tilted his head down slightly and glanced at his sheath. Her head seemed to follow, because when he glanced back up, she was staring at his nether region. Wow, she honestly wanted to watch him pleasure himself?
Making one final, almost desperate, statement before beginning to follow through on what she wanted, he asked, "Are you sure you want to see this?"
She returned her gaze to his face, smiling joyously before saying (almost too enthusiastically for his taste), "Uh huh!"
He breathed a very audible sigh as he couldn't believe he was about to not only display himself but pleasure himself in front of a female that he had just met less than a week ago. He wasn't even sure if he would be able to get started because of how embarrassed he was. But, nonetheless, he slowly raised a hesitant claw and slid it down his stomach until it came to rest just above the tip of his sheath.
If she truly wanted to learn how all of it worked, then he guessed that he could at least explain what it was he was doing. "Well... first you have to get aroused which is very easy if you haven't done this in a while."
Since he had just done it the night before, he knew he would need some encouragement to even get that far, and given the level of embarrassment he had, maybe a little extra coaxing.
He brought his claw down the little extra distance to rest at the opening of his sheath and began to lightly stroke. Almost immediately he could feel the blood in his body rush down below to his nether region, and he could feel his sheath bulge slightly as his pokehood began to grow inside. Well, guess he wasn't going to have any trouble getting started after all, heh.
She was eagerly staring at the display being put on in front of her. Based on what she witnessed the previous night, she had an idea of what she was looking for, but how long would it take? Her eyes remained locked and unblinking until a tiny bit of pink flesh slowly started to come into view.
He had been watching his member's emergence as well, but more to avoid eye contact so as to keep the level of discomfiture as minimal as possible. As his maleness became more prominent, he had another wave of disbelief sweep through his thoughts. How had he gotten talked into this? He sighed internally and told himself that as long as this was going to happen, he was going to try to enjoy himself at least.
It didn't take long for his member to reach its full length. He had never had the opportunity (not that he would particularly want one) to see how he measured up against other males, so to be perfectly honest, he didn't know how he stacked up so to speak on his size. Regardless, he was proud of his length, and since he assumed that she had just as many opportunities as he had to witness another male's splendor, he didn't worry in the slightest about her being disappointed or whatnot.
After he was fully hard, he moved his claws out of the way so that she could see more clearly. Some of the awkwardness of the situation had diminished slightly as he watched her reaction carefully. She had moved in slightly closer and was now viewing this unfamiliar object from different angles almost as if she were studying it or waiting for it to do something other than attract attention. However, it just continued to slightly pulse in the air in time with his heartbeat.
"Can I touch it?" she asked innocently as she never altered her gaze.
He was slightly taken aback at that statement. He hadn't thought that she would have been so frank as to suggest something like that. He considered it briefly and decided to go with it. The whole point of his doing this in the first place was so that she could see it... Was that still the case? He disregarded that final thought and responded.
"Uh... sure, if you want to."
She scooted closer to him and hesitantly brought her own claw to the sensitive flesh. She poked the underside of it with the tip of one of her claws very gently as if to reaffirm that this was really happening. Remembering some of what she had seen the night before, she opened her claw and gently wrapped it around the middle of his shaft and grasped it, feeling its weird texture. She held her claw in place merely squeezing it experimentally feeling the strange firmness and softness of it. If she had to compare it to something, it would be similar to if she were clutching her stiffened tail.
Above her, his mind was a flutter as his arousal was almost tortured by the foreign stimulation. Every time he felt her squeeze his member, he had to consciously hold back his instincts to thrust his hips. He seemed to have pretty good control over his bodily needs, but it became much more difficult the longer the act went on. In a few short moments, he knew that he wouldn't be able to hold back anymore. The touch that he was receiving just felt too different and too good to keep ignoring his most basic urges.
After she was content with the feel of the new object, she thought back again to the previous night. He had moved his claw up and down his shaft a lot so maybe she should do the same thing. She started bringing her claws down his shaft, still grasping it gently the whole time. Before she got very far, he bucked his hips up quickly, sliding the rest of his length through her claw until she was resting on the base of his shaft.
He thought he would have been able to control himself, but the different feeling of having another pokemon touch him was unlike anything he had felt before, and he momentarily gave into his primal urges. She looked up at him questioningly, and he returned her gaze with a few nervous blinks before fully realizing what he did. He then apologetically said, "Heh, sorry. It just feels really good..."
She started chuckling at him before responding, "Haha, that's fine; no need to apologize.... You said it feels good?"
"Oh yes. It's why a lot of male pokemon will do almost anything to mate with a female. It's dangerous to get a wild pokemon aroused when a female is present, because some males won't hesitate to seriously wound if not kill another male to get what he desires."
"That explains that nidorino's actions... So... do I just keep moving up and down or do I have to do something else?"
He had actually momentarily forgotten the situation he was in, and he tilted his head downward at his erect pokehood still wanting some attention before responding.
"Yeah, that's all you have to do really. I'll try to control myself more."
She chuckled again before saying, "Don't worry about that. Just relax if you can."
He settled himself back down and awaited for her to continue. His member still stood at attention, twitching slightly with his heartbeat, waiting anxiously to feel her touch run up and down its sensitive length.
She slowly brought her claw up to the tip of his shaft and gently covered the distance back down to the base before repeating her actions. From the first stroke, he knew that there was no way he was going to be able to fully control himself, but he was going to do his best to contain his urges. It just felt too heavenly to suppress what his body craved at that moment.
She continued her steady pattern for a short time before casting a quick glance up at his face. She had to keep herself from laughing when she saw him. His eyes were shut tightly, and she could tell based on his facial expressions that he was desperately trying to control himself. While she was amusing herself by watching his facial expressions, she felt something wet on her claw causing her to look back down at what she was doing.
She saw a clear liquid slowly emerging from the tip of his shaft and beginning to drip down the underside. She removed her claw from his flesh instinctively worried that maybe she did something wrong. She knew it wasn't the same stuff that she saw the previous night, so what was it?
He opened his eyes and looked at her inquisitively, slowly regaining complete control of himself. "What's wrong?" he asked, a little concern in his voice.
She glanced up at him and then back to his member before pointing to the tip saying, "Is that normal?"
He glanced down at himself as well. "Is what normal? Oh, you mean this stuff?" he said taking his own claw and touching the clear liquid that was now threatening to become a small rivulet. She nodded in response before he continued, "Yeah, this stuff comes out all the time. I'm not really sure what it is to be honest though... Ha, no it's not pee if that's what you're thinking."
She laughed. The thought had definitely crossed her mind, and she guessed that her behavior was a clear indication of what she was thinking. She looked back at the small amount of the substance that she had gotten on herself and rolled it around her digits, observing its slick properties.
"What do you use it for?"
"Oh, mostly I just use it so it's not so... rough I guess. I can't really describe it that well..."
"Interesting... Well, anyway, shall I continue?"
She chuckled at his very eager nod and reached her claw out again. This time she took some of the fluid and spread it a little bit over the surface of his arousal before continuing. It took her a little bit of time to adjust to the new feeling, but she quickly realized that whatever this strange substance was, it did make her strokes easier and smoother than earlier. She increased the pace a little bit as she remembered he had gone a little faster the previous night.
He had shut his eyes again and his breath started to become more labored. He wasn't sure how long he would be able to hold off if she kept up at this pace, but at this point - with all the starting and stopping - his body just craved that blissful release, and he was eager to get to it. But, he figured that it would be more enjoyable if he tried to hold out as long as he could; at least that was his experience whenever he had pleasured himself in the past.
She noted a small change in his behavior as she kept up her slightly quickened pace. His legs were moving a lot more than earlier, his tail was swishing back and forth behind him causing the flame at its tip to dance playfully in the air, and she could hear him making some of the sounds that she had heard the previous night. Even though her arm muscles were starting to become slightly fatigued from the constant motion, she discarded it because she was enjoying watching his reactions.
A familiar feeling began to make its presence known in the back of his head. He wasn't going to last much longer, and at this point he wouldn't be able to do much to prolong it any further. "I'm pretty close..."
She surmised that that meant he was about to release that white stuff that she had seen the night before. She increased her pace even further remembering that he had done the same.
His peak was approaching like a sprinting rapidash, and he vaguely had some rational thought in his mind that she probably wouldn't want to be covered in his seed. He spoke through his quickened breath, "You might...wanna move to the side...nnnngh... or something, unless you... ooooh.... want a bath...."
She took his advice and shifted her position slightly, still continuing her arm motions. He started bucking his hips upward with each of he strokes until one particularly exaggerated thrust where he held his hips in the air. She felt his member tense up briefly, and a long, drawn out moan permeated the cave. She watched eagerly, awaiting to see a repeat of what she saw previously.
His shaft twitched violently and shot some of the white liquid out, arcing through the air and forming tiny, sticky puddles on the cave ground. His member seemed to dance sporadically in her grip as more and more of the strange fluid continued to shoot out from the tip. Eventually he stopped producing the substance and his spasms slowly died down, and she felt his member start to soften in her grip.
She released him and watched as he regained his breath, smiling broadly the whole time. After his panting had slowed a bit, he managed to say, "That was fantastic by the way."
She chuckled, "From the way you were moving, I wouldn't doubt it. Does it really feel that good?"
"Definitely... thank you."
"Ha, you're welcome. It was an experience." She tore her gaze from him and focused on the white stuff on the ground. "So what is this stuff?"
"It's my seed. All males produce it, and if a male releases that inside a female, then there's a chance that an egg will form. It's really sticky which is one reason I told you to get out of the way, heh. I've definitely had the unfortunate misfortune of getting it all over myself before and then having to clean up. It's not a fun thing to have to do."
"Weird... Well, now that you're awake, hehe, how about we go get some food?"
"Heh, sounds good to me."