Sweet & Spicy
#1 of Sweet
Cletus Sweet becomes a rookie on a league baseball team in far-away Unova, and brings his boyfriend Terrance with him, antics ensue.
In the context of this story, the Shinx line are Electric/Dark type. Because that makes too much sense. The main sexual kinks for the story as it goes on will be predator/prey, with clothing destruction being a big part of that, and underwear play.
Chapter One--Spicy & Sweet
The wilds of Poni Island weren't well populated. Its harsh environment had seen it all but abandoned when more pleasant options presented themselves. This became both a strength and a weakness for those who stayed: Strength in that they could make the most of the land, and become the closest thing to a farming powerhouse in the Alola Region, but weakness in that they could go days without encountering each other. The wide open space, mostly grassy plains dotted with palm trees, or sandstone gorges meant neighbors could be twelve miles apart in places. The perfect place to get away from people, and the worst place to suddenly find people.
Terrance found this out first hand while he ran like a madman along the transition between plains and a sandy beach.
By virtue of genetics and infrequent practice, Terrance was able to stay ahead of that which pursued him. His wardrobe for the day certainly did him no favors, being more conducive to city life than running for your life. Terrance was a raichu, an electric mouse, and the enormous stockpile of run-from-predators juice his ancestors had passed on to him let him stay a few feet ahead of that which chased him with intent to maul. As the sensation of air brushing past the swollen lightning-bolt end of his tail would attest, it was an ever-diminishing advantage.
Terrance wasn't foolish enough to think he could out-run the beast forever, so he needed to be smart, and hide. He abandoned the beach/plains transition zone to run inland, toward the plains, and the tall grass that would be there. He gained some distance as the pursuing beast's greater mass meant it couldn't turn as sharply as Terrance could. This allowed him to run into the tall grass and duck down to try and hide.
The particular patch of tall grass Terrance had chosen to hide within occupied about a quarter mile's space, and he hoped would hide him adequately. Every so often, he would see a distant pair of intense glowing points through the six-foot-tall grass and suddenly had to run again as the beast had found him.
Not once did he think he could overpower the beast with the stored electricity in his yellow cheek-mounted battery-organs. His pursuer was an electric-type too, evident in the ozone-like smell that preceded it, the persistent glow along its forearms, and arcs of visible electricity between its clawed hands. Terrance's best bet was to stay low, continue to dodge the creature and keep moving.
So naturally, he found himself stuck in a patch of mud he hadn't seen coming. His right foot sank up to his calf in the mud, the last remnant of a previous rainstorm, and held him fast. Terrance could have easily extracted himself from the mud, but every attempt was stopped when he felt his foot slipping out of his salmon-colored sneaker. In such a situation, it was insane to be so concerned with losing a shoe, but that was Terrance's situation.
There was no compromise to be had with the mud, it seemed, so Terrance had to pull his foot free with a vile sucking squelch. To his lamentation, Terrance had also lost his sock, revealing his tan-brown foot and white furred toes. A roar and the sound of rustling grass let Terrance know his hunter had heard him too. The raichu booked it out of the situation with haste, but his hunter arrived closely in the direction he ran.
As the prey ran adjacent to where the predator ran from, the black-and-blue furred electric feline couldn't possibly turn fast enough to catch him. But in passing, the hunter swiped his clawed hand at Terrance. The raichu's v-neck shirt was caught and torn from his body by the force of their momentum. Terrance's missing shoe put him off-balance just enough for the electric-mouse to stumble, which let his pursuer catch up. To the hunter's credit, he did not go for the easy and painful option of yanking Terrance back by his long tail, rather he attempted to do so by the raichu's Capri pants.
Terrance found his forward momentum halted and followed up by being tossed up and back. The beast had some preternatural power of getting rid of Terrance's wardrobe, as his Capri pants were left behind in the electric feline's grip. Poor mouse-boy sailed through the air with only one sock and shoe combo, and his electric-yellow tanga briefs keeping him decent. Raichu weren't gifted with the power to land on their feet, so Terrance landed on his behind and had to scramble to try and get away before the beast was upon him. He opted to use his remaining shoe as a projectile to stun it while he ran.
A fully clothed electric mouse went into the tall grass, and a nearly naked one came out. Terrance's tan-brown fur and white markings were on full display for his hunter and any witnesses who happened by. All throughout the hunt, Terrance hadn't had the presence of mind to actually process the situation emotionally. He had been consumed with thoughts of 'get away', to the point where he had been an organic robot operating on adrenaline. But the adrenaline wore off, and with it the numbing effect. He began to really feel the fear of being hunted. That fear drove him to make a critical mistake: slow down enough that he could turn back and look behind him.
His hunter, a physically larger and more muscular luxray, took that as the moment to pounce. Unlike Terrance, the luxray had been nearly naked from the beginning of their chase, dressed only in a pair of briefs that had been sliced along the gusset to turn them into a loincloth. The electric feline lept forward and pounced Terrance to the ground by his shoulders. Pinned, the mouse-boy's electric cheeks sparked in a threat, which prompted the lynx pokemon to flex the electric power stored in his forearms.
The electric mouse wriggled and kicked to try and escape, his arms couldn't reach the luxray with his shoulders pinned. As if to prove a point, the luxray shifted his hold on Terrance, one hand moved to pin him by his neck, while his free hand grabbed one of Terrance's kicking legs. The leg grabbed happened to sport the rodent's remaining sock. A surge of electrical energy from the luxray's arm paralyzed Terrance's leg, which allowed him to drag it up, and lifted Terrance's lower body off the ground.
The mouse's flexibility was used against him, as the luxray pulled the paralyzed limb to his face, bit the sole of the sock, and tore it from the mouse's foot in an overly brutal fashion to convey how easily the beast could inflict the same on Terrance. Mouse-boy stopped resisting a moment later. The luxray grinned at the mouse's grudging acceptance of his power, while Terrance found his eyes drawn to something else.
The front of the luxray's briefs-turned-loincloth tented out substantially, and as the mouse-boy watched, viscous drops of clear fluid dripped down from behind the dirty-white fabric to land on the raichu's own undies. It didn't take a genius to realize what the luxray's intentions were. Even less when the lynx used his free hand to reach down and palm the entirety of Terrance's wedding tackle. Physical stimulation as the luxray began to move his fingers around contributed greatly to a developing cherry-red blush on the raichu's face, a sudden increase in the tightness of his tanga briefs, and an upturn in wriggling not meant for escape.
The luxray's grin only grew as he beheld his long sought after prey transition from a grudging prisoner to a red-faced hot mess in seconds. When he flexed his electric powers while groping the mouse, all these things magnified. In bursts, the luxray delivered electrical stimulation to the mouse's crotch while he drove the butt of his palm down Terrance's covered dick, and rolled his balls around. Terrance's tail proved to be a distraction, so the luxray wrapped his own star-tipped tail around it to keep the bolt-tail from unintentionally striking somewhere sensitive.
Before, the only sounds that had passed between them were the luxray's roars and snarls. Added to the mix in light of recent developments were a plethora of short exclamations and one drawn-out hissing breath from Terrance. Terrance couldn't keep his own electricity under control, and the sparks that emerged from his cheek-based electric organs released a sweet, sugary scent to mix with the musk of two mon's lusts.
The luxray had been leaking on the ground on the regular since his ministrations to Terrance began, he only paused to adjust the front flap of his briefs-turned-loincloth to allow Terrance to see the cherry-red penis, and let it leak onto the raichu's covered groin. Terrance's yellow undies were already a mess from his own juices, revealing the dark brown dick underneath by transparency. After the luxray had let his dick drizzle onto Terrance's tanga briefs a little, he returned to eletro-groping the mouse.
The electric stimulation became more frequent, and the wetness of Terrance's undies improved conductivity. There was only one outcome for this.
Terrance's white toes curled, his fingers dig into the dirt, his face became significantly redder, and his body tensed up so much he rose off the ground, all in anticipation of a climax. But right as he was nearing the edge, the luxray's stimulation was removed once more. Being blocked at such an important time drove Terrance to whine, and try to reach for his crotch to finish himself. The luxray slapped away his hands, then leaned in to snarl at the mouse, a reminder of whom was in charge.
Once more, the Luxray shifted his position, abandoning Terrance's neck to grip him by both thighs and reposition the electric mouse. The end result was the luxray having the raichu's crotch at face level. Terrance watched as the luxray sniffed at his transparent tanga briefs, then gently took the broad waistband in his teeth and pull back. Terrance vocalized anguish at the coming destruction of his underwear, for what else could be the end result? An impromptu wedgie followed as the yellow tanga briefs were pulled away from his crotch, letting his meat and two veg breathe. The luxray continued to pull on the undies with his teeth until a combination of their sharpness and the strain caused the waistband to fail. A series of popping noises preceded the tanga briefs snapping at Terrance's hips, and became a limp object in the luxray's mouth.
The luxray waggled his eyebrows at Terrance's red-faced pout and spat the broken undies onto Terrance's stomach. From beneath the briefs-turned-loincloth, the luxray produced his dick and thrust it into Terrance's. Two swords crossed, and prompted the release of many a lusty gasp from Terrance, and exhilarated rumble from the luxray. Terrance's prior stimulation and near climax saw him finish first. He released a modest volume of spunk onto his undies-covered midriff, but the bigger payoff was the sudden glow and release of electricity from his cheeks that then flowed into the luxray. All the stimulation that the beast had given Terrance, Terrance gave back in one fell swoop and induced the luxray's climax too. The beast released a far larger volume of semen onto Terrance, creating a line of off-white from the mouse's neck to the ruined underwear on his belly.
Terrance had gone totally limp from his orgasm, and for a moment the luxray went the same way. Poor Terrance had his moment of serenity interrupted by the heavy electric feline slumping onto him. But then the cat rolled over and took the mouse with him. Terrance rested on the larger man's chest, rising and falling with his breath, and was granted a chance to catch his own.
"You okay?" The luxray spoke at last, raspy from growling so often. "Back there, you looked legit scared of me."
Terrance blindly reached up to boop the lynx pokemon on his nose. "I don't know how to tell you this, but you're pretty scary when you want to be." Terrance's reply was whispery but still heavy in sarcasm. "Hate to burst your bubble, but them's the breaks."
The luxray ran a hand down Terrance's back, and it was past time that he stopped being 'the luxray' and went back to being Cletus. Despite Terrance not being a cat, it was Cletus' instinct to pet his partner into a better mood. "Did you do that electricity thing on purpose?"
"Nah, that just sorta happened. Did it feel good?"
Cletus nodded and tapped Terrance on the head with his chin in so doing. "Yeah, if you can learn to do that on command I think you'll be unbeatable at these things."
Terrance cracked open one blue eye to look up at the 'Gleam Eyes' pokemon. "Thank you, that will be a useful way to go when I get revenge on you for wrecking my favorite pair of underwear."
Cletus couldn't bend far enough to show Terrance his sheepish smile without sitting up, so he settled for switching to petting the psychic/electric type with both hands. The luxray had promised to leave the tanga briefs intact, so revenge was warranted. "I can only ask for mercy."
"Mercy is for the weak, and you're a strong man." Once more Terrance booped the lynx on the nose. "Take your eventual electrocution like one."
After recovering what portions of Terrance's outfit were salvageable, the couple made their way home. Home for them was a houseboat moored at the southern pier of Poni Island, which came to be known as the Seafarer's Village. The whole town floated on the water, with docks and floating wooden platforms as the connection between boats and buildings. Their houseboat was decently large caterpillar style boat modeled on a steelix, Terrance had inherited it from his parents after their passing, and it made living a lot less expensive.
The Village's close-knit community also helped Terrance while Cletus was away at college, but for the time being the steelix boat was the only ship docked. The Seafarers that used the port were away at sea, to another port in the Alolan archipelago where they could hawk their wares. Even the Pokecenter had gone with them, which Cletus always found annoying at best.
'What if you get hurt?' He would ask Terrance. And the raichu would reply 'I deal with it until they come back.' 'What if they don't come back?' He would ask again, and be responded to with 'they always come back.' Poni Island's farmers could afford to have a medic on staff, or have medicine flown in if something happened, but Terrance couldn't. Even though the treatment would be free, it would cost them too much to get a doctor out to Terrance to see him.
This was a frequent concern for Cletus and informed his classes when he left for college on Aether Paradise, the synthetic island. He'd gone the route of becoming a certified nurse, and EMT to acquire the knowledge, but that was ultimately a secondary goal for him.
In an attempt to be a good boyfriend, and lessen Terrance's eventual vengeance, he carried the tan mouse bridal style into their houseboat. With so few people on the island, there seemed little reason to lock the doors. Cletus' bag from his arrival, as well as his normal clothes, were still strewn around the living room from when the two of them had begun their roleplay. Terrance levitated himself out of Cletus' grip and trotted off past the living room toward the bedroom/bathroom combination in the back. The clothes Cletus had ruined were discarded in a nearby bin, with the mouse making a point to arrange them so the tanga briefs were on top. Cletus watched the otherwise calm raichu vanish into the next room, and rubbed the back of his head.
He was going to be paying a price for breaking a promise to his boyfriend for quite some time, Cletus figured. Deservedly so, mind. While he heard the shower start up in the adjacent room, the luxray cleaned up after his past self. The loincloth undies were stowed away, and in anticipation of his own shower, a fully functional pair and joined by some loose shorts were fetched from his wardrobe Pokeball. Cletus stepped out onto the small promenade/porch along the houseboat's exterior, whereupon his muscular rump found a resting place in one of the two folding chairs out on the porch. While he waited for Terrance's shower to finish, the cat checked the bucket where Terrance's catch for the day was stored.
Empty.
Cletus' stomach dropped at the realization that the day he came back from college, something that was supposed to be a happy time for them, was then marked by a day of no catches for Terrance, and a broken promise. It made him want to punch himself.
Terrance filled an old role that singlehandedly earned the money they needed to send Cletus to school: pearl diving. The clampearls and shellder of Poni Island's waters produced pearls the color of gleaming bronze, and for the time being there was no way to cultivate them. And as a psychic type, Terrance could convince the mollusks to part with their pearls without killing them, which allowed him to avoid nasty government regulation about the number of killed shellfish. There were times when the raichu would have a literal bucket full of pearls, star shards, perhaps even precious metals. But then there were times when Terrance wouldn't find anything at all for weeks.
It wasn't a happy line of work, it wasn't reliable, and it wasn't safe. Being an electric and psychic type gave the mouse pokemon a good safety net, but one encounter with a sharpedo, one bad day, and Cletus might have come home to an empty boat. He'd never know what had happened.
As he sat and thought about these things, he lost track of time. He was brought back to reality by a gentle touch on his shoulder and Terrance informing him that it was Cletus' turn to shower. He found the first aspect of Terrance's revenge was that the houseboat's hot water was exhausted and Cletus had to recharge the heater himself. The luxray showered, re-dressed, and returned to the exterior of the ship. There did he find Terrance sitting in a folding chair, with his tail's bolt-tip floating alongside with two drinks on it like a table.
"Yeah you didn't keep a promise," Terrance said without turning to look at Cletus as the electric lynx sat down alongside him. "But it was just some clothes. So, nothing worth a big revenge plot for." Telekinetically, the bottle of pinap flavored soda was opened and floated up for Cletus to take.
The electric/dark type took his soda and sat down in his original seat. When he glanced over to Terrance, it was to see the raichu's face in a visibly forced neutral expression. One sip of pinap soda gave the luxray the confidence to speak up about the topic. "That doesn't seem like you... hate to break this to you babe, but you have this really strong vindictive streak in you."
Terrance's neutral expression wavered, and he quickly snatched up his mago flavored soda for a swig. "I... don't want to ruin your stay here with grudges, is all."
Something was up, Cletus could tell. "Babe, that's literally never been true before. Crafting your revenge is like baseball for me. What's up?" While he observed his boyfriend refusing to meet his eyes or answer, Cletus glanced at the bucket once more. "Is it because there have been no good catches lately? It's okay, I have a friend in the financial program who helped me set up a savings account."
"No. Well, yes, but not entirely." Terrance left his soda floating in the air then left his seat to duck inside for a second, then returned with some envelopes. "Mail for you came the other day. Here."
Cletus examined the mail and set his soda down on Terrance's tail-stool to use both hands. None of it had been opened, the raichu adamantly refused to do so. There was a letter from his parents, a credit card application, and a letter from... the Castelia Chasers, looking every single kind of official. "Oh."
"Yeah. Oh."
In silence, the luxray read the mail that actually mattered. His parents mirrored his concern for Terrance living alone without a Pokecenter nearby and tried to convince him to convince Terrance to come to live with them in Hau'oli City. Other news was that his sister had a new kid, but they didn't have any more details at the time of their writing. Then came the letter from the Chasers.
He didn't need to read it, it was mostly a formality. He'd talked with the Chasers recruiter back at college and signed the needed paperwork. But Terrance couldn't know that. "I already know they signed me," the electric/dark type told the electric/psychic.
Terrance, naturally, whirled on him with a mix of confusion and surprise on his face.
"I was gonna tell you in a couple days after we'd gotten used to being around each other again. Maybe... after sex, so you'd be too tired to get stressed out about it?" Cletus knew he deserved the narrow-eyed glare his boyfriend gave him for that. "But uh, yeah. I have my college on hold while I'm playing with them, which starts next season. My starting salary will be half a million per year, going up over the course of seven years which will end with me earning around three million." Cletus watched as Terrance's forced-neutral expression returned, so he kept on explaining. "The season starts in February, but there will be some promotional training and stuff before then, and I'd be away from home off and on until around October outside of homestead games."
"Home?" The raichu took his drink back from the air and sipped at it. "I doubt they'd let you come all the way back here for...." It appeared to click in the mouse's head. "Oh. You'd be moving to Castelia too. Right."
Cletus kept his eyes on Terrance for a second after that, then gently corrected him. "'We' would be moving to Castelia. Right?"
"O-oh, I didn't... I, I thought--"
"What? That'd I leave you behind? 'Gee, Terrance, thanks for being the best boyfriend in the whole damn world, getting me through college so I can have a shot at my dream job, kindly fuck off?' That's how you think I'd do you?" Cletus rose to his feet and paced along the porch to convey how taken aback he was by the notion.
"I didn't know what you were going to do," Terrance stood as well and defended himself. "For all I knew, you'd leave and come back for a week or two a year. Plus, I was kinda hoping you'd get recruited by a team in Alola so we wouldn't have to move."
The two boyfriends stood face to face, highlighting the difference between them. Terrance was only five-one, and his build could be easily written off as 'twinkish', where Cletus was six-nine and had a carefully built physique for baseball. "...We probably shoulda had this sort of talk before it came up, huh?"
Terrance nodded his agreement. "...I don't _want_to move--this is home for me. But I will. Because frankly, a few months is still better than like, a half-dozen weekends. On the condition that we do not sell the boat!"
The last part was shouted as the electric feline scooped the mouse pokemon up in a back-popping hug. "Eee!" For a moment, all the tension between them was gone, and they could really enjoy the development. But then Cletus had a realization that drove him to smirk evilly down at his boyfriend. "Of course, going to a big city like Castelia... you need to take a last name."
Terrance puffed up visibly, and his electric organs flared with dawning rage. "You planned this," he accused the lynx. "So that I'd have to take that stupid last name thing you city folk have! All of this was a trick!"
"My evil plot is revealed, all these years of hard work to saddle you with a second name that is required literally everywhere outside Alola." Cletus pressed the squeaking, enraged electric mouse to his chest in a retraining hug. "And you've agreed! Bwa ha ha, there is no escape now!"