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Delta Waves

By Laz Briar

Sometimes an escape was needed, that's why Simon liked the beach.

Now, rumor about his genus hating water was grossly exaggerated. A feline had nothing against it! So long as he wanted it, after all. And, well, what inhabited the watered helped plenty too. The ocean was pretty, no doubt, a horizon of brilliant bluish-green stretching as far as the eye could see. Even on a cloudy day it was beautiful. But also. . .

Ah, beach girls, it really got the motor going. Not that Simon ogled, per say, it was just happenstance. A girl might come sauntering by, like a vixen in a sling or beach bunny in a two piece. Talk about a hot day! If nothing else, overcoming rumors of hydrophobia was well worth the scenery. And if you were lucky, maaaaybe you'd talk with one of the cuties or something. Not that Simon was, hah.

Well, not entirely true. He was a lucky fella'. He didn't come down on his lonesome, no. He had someone with him, a lovely gal, Delta. She was a sweet girl, if a bit shy, but like him, she needed a break too from their daily trials and tribulations. If not for the beach bodies, the ocean then acted as perfect "white static." The calming roll of bubbling waves eased the mind, a constant in a chaotic world. No matter what, tide came in, tide went out, and sometimes you needed that to focus.

Especially for Delta. Delta was different, but in all the best ways. She was a Hybrid, or more specifically a Poke'Hybrid, a rarity in these parts. These kind of morphs were more common inland with their traditional counterparts, but across the way you found them more often, either autonomous or with a friend/leader. "Trainer" wasn't the way to imagine them, as depending on where you were, fighting was prohibited for a variety of reasons. Didn't mean, though, Delta was lacking in the powers department.

As far as Simon knew, her primary hereditary makeup was Espeon. Naturally, there were other qualities that gave her "the look," but aside from that, her features were clear. And like her ancestor, she carried a sultry frame of pink, cream fluffl accenting her neck and a shock of dark violet hair tied into a ponytail to compliment the rest of her. Her eyes were mysterious, hinting at both allure and power, while a single sphere of red centered itself on her forehead. The "third eye," essentially - the gateway to her chakra and abilities. Mostly the latter.

That was the special part, aside from being a nice person to hang around. Delta was psychic, and while she never used her powers in an aggressive manner (not unless heckled, anyway) it allowed her to stay in "tune" with her surroundings on a psychosemantic level. Surprising amount of uses for that in the world, from therapy to investigations! Fortunately for Simon, it was nothing so intense. Mostly.

Because Simon was at the beach, surrounding by all the sights, she could pick right up on that. Didn't take a genius to "feel" Simon, much less read his mind. Hell, one look at the feline and his expression said everything. Of course, it wasn't only looks. The mental "energy" combined with Simon's wants were on display, at least for Delta. It was like looking at a canvas, really. The colors, scene, and hues changed depending mood and thought. For Delta, she was getting a very clear picture.

The tricky part, was, of course. . . she was shy. It came with the territory of both her Espeon ancestry and capabilities. A quiet, reserved state of mind was needed to properly direct psychowaves. Too much emotion one way or the other lead to stability issues, among things. So, how did she solve her. . . predicament?

She liked Simon a lot. She wanted more from him, but didn't quite have the courage to say so, not with what she was thinking. All she had was her mind and her environment, and as such, had to get a little creative._Well, she could just _tell him her. . . desires, but Delta was a little too withdrawn for that.

On the warm sands, Simon had finished up a quick swim, lying back on towel. A sunbrella blocked harmful rays as he reclined, enjoying the heat. He was a feline, after all, and the sun play dutifully over his coat. Ahh, he could sleep here all day. Heck he would, if that was legal!

To his side, Delta approached. She wore a two-piece herself, accenting pink-coat and supple body. Of course, she also carried a deep blush, as she wasn't used to looking so skimpy. Not in public, certainly! When she neared, Simon glanced over and waved.

"Hey Delly! Out for a swim?"

She shook her head. "Oh, erm. No, not exactly."

Simon nodded. "Well, it does feel great out. I mean, look at those waves!"

He gestured in front of him. Indeed, small crashes were visible, along with a few swimmers. Swimmers that were also scantily clad. Perfect. Delta sat next to Simon, also in shade, taking a breath. She'd start slow, take advantage of her surroundings.

"They're very pretty," she commented, smiling. As she spoke, a couple of girls strode passed them, a bunny of blonde fur and a squirrel of fiery orange. Simon cleared his throat, glanced their way, and then continued watching the waves. Perfect. Delta wanted to get him. . . in the mood. She closed her eyes and quickly impressed a few thoughts into the feline's mind.

Essentially, she implanted an idea. Those girls, but this time, bare and nake. Their curvy frames swinging in sashays, glistening bottoms wobbling with every step, full, healthy breasts bouncing on every footfall. And just as quickly as she sent the idea, she stopped.

Tossing a curious glance over, it had the effect she wanted. Simon shivered, blushing, then cleared his throat. He adjusted a little, sitting up, hiding his crotch.

"So um," he said, trying to take his mind somewhere else, "think about what you want for lunch today?"

Ah, it was cute how he tried to play it off. Delta was amused, there was no shame in feeling that way. She just wanted to get him in the "spirit" of things. Delta turned to him, smiling.

"Mm, there are a few street vendors nearby," she offered. As she spoke, another psychothought sent out.

This time, she sent an image of another girl bursting from underwater. Another bun perhaps, but without top. In that implanted daydream, the fat chest wobbled and clapped together, nips glistening from the sunlight. At once, it had the intended effect. Simon flushed again and his pants grew _tighter._He cleared his throat, huffing, eyes looking out to the ocean to see if there was in fact a topless bunny girl.

No such luck, not this time. Delta giggled. He was eager, at least. She was still too shy to make a move, but perhaps if Simon was to simply ask? Ask her to do something? Then it would be easier, heehee. She chuckled at the thought, admittedly warmed by the idea. Likely, some of her submissive nature originated from her Poke'gentics. Her species was designed for working with a master, after all.

"Vendors, huh?" said Simon, rubbing his head. He was trying so_hard not to look, well, _hard. Delta didn't look directly at him, but the tent in his swim trunks was noticeable.

"Mmhm," she intoned, gesturing in the air. "Local food is good here. Lots of traditional recipes and fresh ingredients."

Here, Delta got a little bolder. She created a new image in her mind, but this time, with her. Now, the vision she crafted was a nude Poke'morph, bending over to show off her pink rump. Nothing too revealing now, not yet, but a way to give Simon a look at the "goods," a tease. She "sent" it, letting it flash through his mind. In the thought, she wiggled her backside and fluttered her eyes.

Simon stopped. His concentration buckled and he pushed his knees into his chest to hide his stiffened member. Delta sensed him trying to focus on food, but it wasn't possible. Wild ideas ran through him. Suddenly he was imagining all the girls, naked and bare and bouncing. He wanted them, and then he wanted Delta. But he didn't say anything.

Delta drew in a breath. Okay. It was time to get a little risqué here. She considered herself quite reserved, but she wasn't a fool. She'd seen adult films, especially on the Poke'web. What was the last one? "Amateur Blazigirl Bang." A trainer (or something like that) took a Blaziken morph and mounted her behind a tree. Delta had never seen such crass lewdness on public display! But it was. . . exciting. It spoke to the wild creature inside her. She wanted a male to take her too, to command her, and Simon was that male.

Delta cleared her throat and concocted one more thought. But this time, it was lewd. Her mouth, her soft lips wrapped around his tip, her moans vibrating his pink root while she slid along him. Out here, at the beach. She wanted to do other things too. She wanted him to take her, just like the video, but somewhere more private perhaps. But right now? Mm, what fun. On the beach. No one would be looking, right?

"I bet there's something tasty," she chimed softly. "Something I could really wrap my mouth around. . ."

The idea flashed through and went into Simon's head. He gasped. His cheeks went red and he wiped his forehead. His cock twitched and refused to settle now, what with Delta's lewd idea. He glanced to her, panting, chest hammering.

"Y-yeah, um. . ."

He huffed. "Delta. I. . . I can't take this. . ."

Delta blushed. Oh, it was happening now, she didn't need her powers to know that. His arousal was an aroma and his cock fighting for freedom. She glanced to him, blinking, playing the coy girl.

"What do you mean, Simon?"

Simon parted his legs and showed off his erection. Then, in a brisk motion, pulled them down just so. IT allowed his inches to flip out like a defiant monolith, thick inches twitching in hunger. Delta blushed, hot, red tinting her cheeks as her eyes widened. Oh, he was so. . . mm. . . tasty looking. She never got to see him like this, so aroused and hungry.

"I. . ." she stammered.

"Suck it," demanded Simon. "Ugh, please, Delta, I need you to suck this. . ."

Aha, oh Simon. He wasn't as crass as the videos Delta had seen. Other men might have just grabbed her commanded her to "suck my cock" or something rough, but Simon? He was honest in his desire, she couldn't blame him for that.

Again, Delta blinked. Her heart raced and she licked her lips. Part of this was playing an act, the other was still genuine shyness.

"Are you s-sure?" she said, looking around. "We're in. . . public. . ."

Simon, drowning in the liquor of lust and adrenaline, clearly didn't care. He shook his head, stroking himself.

"I can't wait. . ." he groaned. "I need you to do it!"

Desperate, young, and horny. It was a wonder he hadn't popped like a champagne bottle already! Delta looked around once more, gulping. It was a command. Demure nature or no, the button inside her genetic makeup went off, demanding she submit. And, it wasn't like she minded anyway. She liked seeing Simon this way, especially when he had the hots for her, and nobody else.

"Yes. . ." she conceded, voice soft. She bit her lower lip and shifted towards him, going to all fours.

"You're sure?" she added, tail swaying. She already knew he was, but to hear him say it again. . .

"Yes!" he groaned.

That was enough for her. At once, she took the inches in her warm, silky hands, stroking them in practiced fashion. Her grip was tight but not overly so, apply the right pressure. From base to tip she worked the hot pike, blushing as Simon's bellend dribbled with presex. Her other palm cupped testes and carefully caressed them, exciting her feline counterpart as his head craned. Electric tingles overtook his loins and he panted, watching Delta work his length.

As she warmed him up, her lips neared his tip and she planted a single kiss on the tip. His flavor was pleasant and only encouraged her to do more. With a hot breath she sipped the first inch into her mouth, caressing the crown with wet tongue.

"G-gah. . ." he cooed, watching the Espeon morph suckle and service his erection. Her hips wiggled (but not overly so) as she sunk and pulled the rest of the cock into her throat, grumbling as she did. Her tight orifice clenched around the flank with ease and gave it a welcome sheathe while her shapely muzzle massaged the inches. Nose buried into threshold, Delta mumbled and sputtered, tail flicking as she attempted to hold him in place.

Simon was amazed while he watched her. A single nerve of common sense told him to look around to see if anyone was watching, but not so. Too many bouncy bikini girls distracting other beach-goers for them to be looking at Delta who was just "helping" her friend. So, with the all clear, he allowed his hazy eyes to return to her while she engulfed his cock, beginning to toss her head in rises and dives.

"That's so good. . ." he practically gurgled, feeling her stroke his pink root with her hot, sticky lips.

Delta grumbled, blushing from his approval. His sexual buzz "filled" her too, not just physically but mentally. As a psychic, she fed off more than just the usual things. Waves emitted by people she was close to, specifically Simon, created a feedback loop of positive energy. It inspired her to keep going, to hasten her slurps, lap at the shaft with more enthusiastic rises and dives.

For Simon, it was a dream come true. Not only because of Delta's influential thought, but because he wanted something like this for a long time. Just, he never imagined Delta would want to uh, do it. She was pretty reserved, among things, and often he had to make a "move," if there was even a move to make.

The sensations combined with his long-buried smoldering lust finally hit peak, as did he. "Ohhh god, Delta!" he yelped, covering his mouth so bystanders didn't look their way.

At once, his erective shivered to life, throbbing and pulsing. A wave of hot issue burst from his tip, pelting Delta's throat with sticky white ropes. She grunted in surprise, almost pulling away, but resisted. Instead, she shoved herself onto the mast and swallowed, hoping to partake of every drip. Simon, in the meantime, buckled and softened, head lulling backward as his member took a life of its own, thrusting and shoving into the accepting maw until he was entirely drained.

For a moment, the fuzzy afterglow of post-orgasm consumed Simon as he collapsed to his back, staring at the sky. Delta, panting, drew away from his shaft, the sloppy pink cock flopping to the side as she coughed.

"O-oh my. . ." she shivered, in disbelief. Both at Simon and the fact she just did that. She had no idea she was so. . . capable.

Again, Delta looked around. There were distant sounds of cawing gulls and the lapping ocean waves. Cheerful voices and excited yells mingled together, along with pleasant chatter and the distant noise of street chatter. But, no one exclaiming about the events. Phew. Last thing she needed was a crowd making a fuss about what they'd just done (or she did).

Simon, somehow managing a semblance of common sense, pushing himself up, trembling, a dopey smile on his face. He yanked his swim trunks up to hide his messy shaft, though dew a puddle of sex had stained the sand. Well, good thing no one would notice.

"H-holy hell. . ." he rasped. "That was incredible. . ."

Delta tapped her fingers together. "Um. Thank you."

Simon rubbed his head. "What was I talking about?"

". . .erm. Lunch?"

Simon could hear his stomach rumble. "Heh. Guess we worked up an appetite."

-*-

Simon found himself a men's spot to quickly wash off and then toss on a shirt. Once finished, he rejoined Delta and they eloped to the street vendors, which was just on the other side of the beach. As expected, colorful displays of freshly cooked food lined the sidewalks, meals for every taste and desire.

Given what the two had just done, they were hungry. Simon and Delta strode about, mouths watering as a delectable assortment of meals were presented. Eventually, they settled on a kebab vendor. Grilled veggies, lightly seasoned, and choice cuts of marinated meats were cooked before them, hot and melting straight off the spike. Simon paid and the pair happily munched as they enjoyed the rest of the beach sights.

After a while, they ventured on one of the beach docks to get eyefuls of the ocean horizon. Simon grabbed some cotton candy while Delta indulged and had a smoothie. It was quite a treat, especially after a quick-fuck.

Well, almost fuck. Simon couldn't resist the idea of something. . . more. He liked Delta, a lot, and while certainly she indulged his desperate desire, the deeper parts of his bestial brain were concocting a thought more ravenous.

Oh, Delta could feel it too, an undercurrent amidst their pleasant conversations. Every now and again it would bubble to the front of his thoughts, a brief image of two silhouettes, of Simon bending her over and slamming his hips into her hot, sodden walls. But in a flash, it dissipated. He was really trying to keep himself under control.

He just needed some privacy.

"It's getting late," cooed Delta. "Think we should head back?"

Simon blinked, glancing at the horizon. It wasn't terrible, not at all. Sunset wasn't due for another hour and there was still plenty to see. He tilted his head.

Sensing his confusion, Delta snickered to herself and once again took advantage of her powers, sending a gentle "reminder" into his thoughts. It was the same flash of images, the desire he had for her. He blushed, clearing his throat.

"Y-yeah?" said Simon, rubbing his neck. "You sure?"

Delta looked at him. "Only if you are."

While she said one thing, she meant something entirely different. She knew Simon could tell. He look a breath, gulping, then smiled. "Heh. Yeah." Excitement consumed his thoughts - though not like Delta blamed him.

If she could allow herself another crass thought. . . boy needed some pussy.

After they ate, Delta and Simon swiftly returned to their rented hotel room. It was a quaint little thing on the beachside, nothing fancy. However, with access right next to the ocean, it made for an ideal visiting spot. Not like they needed that anymore.

Once inside, Simon closed the door and gulped. He was enthusiastic and, like before, a lustful heat consumed him. Before, he might have hesitated wanted to make a move on Delta, but given that she had his cock in his mouth not too long ago. . . didn't seem like a problem anymore. So, he turned, preparing. His loins twitched to life and it was easy to see Delta was as wanting as him.

Well, that was clear now. When he saw her, the Espeon morph had stripped out of her beach attire. Her perky, pink breasts wobbled into view and her lithe but curvaceous form was put on display. At once a new wave of arousal consumed him, forcing his erection to hard stiffness. Ghg. He only saw this vision and his dreams. Now that she was here. . . in front of him. . . agh it was too much to bare! He needed her, all of her, right now!

"Delta. . ." he rasped, rushing to her. At once their lips met, hot and soft, exploring. Tongues clashed and worked together while Simon let his hands roam around Delta's frame, squeezing and kneading as he did. Fingers caressed hips, then to her back, pressing loins into hers.

Delta returned this, her shyness fading. Her powers fed from Simon's crashing waves of arousal and lust, which she projected into him, creating a feedback loop of want. Hungrily she mouthed at him, her nether region glistening. Soaked, hopeful, awaiting, she wanted Simon in every way. The best part? They were in private, away from prying eyes. As enjoyable as the risk of public sex was, she preferred things the "old fashioned" way, as classic as hotel sex could be anyway.

She embraced him and curled her arms around his back, moaning lightly when his rough palms squeezed her backside, clenching haunches. The randy boy took an extra moment to give them a soft jostle, clearly enjoying himself. That was fine. She liked him this way.

"Nmf," cooed Delta, "Don't make us wait. . ."

She was just as aroused and wanting as he now. Not only because of the "mental projection," but because it was like a release. Long buried desires finally popping free like wine, spilling from the tip. Now, she wanted him to spill into her.

"Okay," he groaned, kissing her one more time. With gentle force, Simon took Delta to the hotel bed, guiding her to the sheets. At once, Delta took the position she knew Simon wanted to see.

On all fours, perky bosom squished into the blanket, glancing back to Simon with an inviting look. That's what he wanted, she knew it. The thought had run through him all day, and no doubt to finally see it, right here, inspired feelings of astonishing lust.

"Oh fuck," he groaned again, taking eyefuls of the gorgeous sight before him. What else could he say? It was a dream literally come true and Delta was doing everything to fulfill it.

He went to her, knees on bed, gripping her haunches again, spreading pink cheeks to expose her cleft. Sodden, hot walls greeted him, and his prick twitched in eagerness. Panting, he pushed forward, his cock slipping into her. He buried his inches into her wet, silky walls. The grip was perfect, neither too tight or too soft, not enough to choke him yet enough to caress his length. He moaned, not just from the sensation but because of the knowledge, the proximity. He was inside his Delta and it was miraculous bliss.

Given the smoldering desire that percolated for a long while, Simon gave in to instinct. He threw his hips in a slow, smooth motion, tongue hanging free. His hips worked into a metronome sway of back-and-forths, each colliding with Delta's perky rump in a pleasing manner. As he did, every stroke sent Delta forward, wobbling her bosom and incurring small, hot cries. Her long Espeon morph tail swayed and curled out of the way while dribbles of sex pooled into the bed, heat consuming the room.

"Ohgnmygod," gurgled Simon, beside himself, watching his loins dive and stroke. It was kind of amazing, and he'd enjoy the sights more if his whole body wasn't set on indulgence.

Delta reciprocated with her own small moans and bounces, tossing hips back in unison with Simon's animal thrusting. Her inner walls trembled with exciting, electric heat, consuming her frame in waves of foggy, physical bliss. Each motion of loins sent an impossibly pleasant sensation running through her, pressing all the little genetic "buttons" in her brain, the instinct to fuck and breed stirred to life.

"S-Simon. . ." she cooed.

For the Felidae, an urge overcame him. Quickly, he fished out a leash and collar in a brisk motion, his heart racing as a primal need to "own" Delta consumed him. She didn't resist, and in fact welcomed it, given that this was quite "natural" to her design. At once, Simon tugged possessively on the leash, a subtle but clear indication he was in control and that Delta was "his."

This only added to the rush of thrusting, encouraging Simon to slam himself harder into her hot, wet walls. His testes trembled, fit to burst, his frame shuddering. Hissing through clenched teeth, Simon rasped aloud as his root exploded with hot, electric tingles, followed by a rush of seed. Delta tensed and cried aloud while small ropes of issue flooded her, Simon pressed his tip through her pink walls, trembling cock flooding her

Simon gripped her soft haunches possessively, clawing and gripping the generous cheek as he pressed his chest into her back, rasping. "Ghhhhnn. . ."

For a moment the two were still save for the fatigued buckling of their frames, scooping heated breaths. Simon panted, feeling his length briefly soften while inside Delta before he pulled free from her, a thin trail of his masculine essence dribbling from her nether lips.

They held there for a brief while, recollecting themselves as the afterglow of post-orgasm consumed them. Buzzy and wonderful, only improved by the company of the other, the embrace often sought for after the explosion of sex. Delta felt her mind go fuzzy, her psychic abilities momentarily disrupted. It was an interesting result, no doubt due to the act of sex. But as she gained herself again, a floodgate of psychic emanations poured through her once again, creating that same feedback effect of lust and want.

Worked for Simon too.

"Delta. . ." he rasped.

Gently, he shifted position with her. Now, he slid to his back, allowing the morph to mount him. Though he still had leash in hand, he didn't only want to treat her like an object, despite belonging to him. Dare he say he liked Delta in a different way? Well, perhaps that was only lust and infatuation talking. Still, Delta got the message, "reading" him with her power.

"Oh, Simon. . . this has been so nice. . ."

She didn't need to say more. At least, not right now. The couple processed through their first peak, wet and ready for one more go. The day had been a humid mess of sex and exploration, nearing its conclusion as evening settled over the beach.

Their hands wrapped together, fingers intertwined as Delta mounted Simon once more. Simon stroked himself to hardness, and though a little sore, he could go one more time. Certainly for her. Was missionary a little vanilla at this point? Sure. Did it matter? Not anymore. The two combined, Delta tossing her hips on his length in gentle, soft bounces. The hotel room gave way to their moans and groans, Delta leaning into Simon for a kiss.

They held together and pressed lips together, tails wiggling, curling, embracing. Despite the lewd happenings of the day, this is what it came down to, pun aside. Simon liked his companion and the same went for Delta. She'd yearned for Simon to finally ask or do something, but could never quite find the words or time. Her shyness often stopped her, despite her genetic make up. But now?

Simon watched his companion bounce on him, her perky breast rising and wobbling with alluring crashes. Her dark nips wiggled in teasing fashion while her head craned back in ecstasy. Slowly, both their nether regions felt that same, intense heat build. It was harder now, more sensitive, given that they'd done this several times already. But, it was the perfect send off to the day, a slow, hazy finale to their little beach getaway.

"NF! SIMON!"

Simon groaned one last time. He was mostly spent, but could afford to send one more river of himself into the sodden channel. He held Delta close, embracing her as his cock trembled, pouring issue into her awaiting walls. Delta reached peak too, her juices mingling with his, creating a messy pool of sex while she collapsed into his arms.

They held together, limbs curling around the other. The bed was a mess and the hotel bill would increase because of that but, ah, who cared? This was nice.

-*-

The next morning was different, but in all the best ways. Breakfast was light but enjoyable while the two went back to the beach for a little more casual fun. However. . .

Where Delta picked up on Simon's desires from the day previous, it had changed a little. His mind wasn't imagining the girl striding past them in the nude. No, instead, his thoughts always went back to Delta. Obviously, he controlled himself, but, imagination was strictly surrounding her, and she couldn't help but feel a modicum of pride.

So, in display of appreciation, among things, she kept the black collar around her neck. She never mentioned it, never drew attention to it, simply wore it to show she truly belonged to him. If Simon were ever to ask something of her, he could at any time. She was still shy, and he'd need to make the first physical move, but they had certainly grown. All it took was a little. . . playfulness.

They spent the rest of their time together enjoying themselves in a more "complete" way. Every now and again Delta would "hint" at something with her mental capabilities, perhaps suggesting they find a shady spot. It gave Simon ideas.

Sometimes, you needed an escape

Now Simon really liked the beach.