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No Longer Wild 2

By Draconicon

He wasn't asleep when he felt the first tingles of pleasure sliding through his groin, but he pretended to be. Just for a little, Abra told himself; just for a little while, so he could enjoy being in bed while Abby played around with his cock.

Even though he'd enjoyed her the night before - and she'd enjoyed him - it still felt so strange to have a mouth around his shaft. Abra supposed that he should have found it stranger that it was a human female rather than a pokemon doing it, but that thought barely even entered his mind. All he could think about was how good it felt to have Abby sucking, licking around his tip, teasing his already hard shaft to an even more rigid state.

The human's mouth around his cock tip was warm, wet, and her tongue was just as eager as he remembered it being last night. Swishing back and forth underneath the tip, it almost tickled him with how light her touch was, and he couldn't stop a little bzzing grunt from slipping out.

She paused for a second, but only for a second before going back to licking him. It was getting harder and harder to pretend to be asleep with her eager mouth playing with his cock, and when she started bobbing up and down along his shaft, Abra almost had to clench his teeth to keep the sounds in. Psychic he might be, but that didn't mean that he didn't make physical sounds.

It was almost harder due to keeping his eyes closed; he couldn't see what she was doing, couldn't predict which way that the pleasure was going to go next. Warm, wet, eager; that was exactly what Abby's mouth was, sucking in more and more of his cock. Her lips pressed tight to the sides of his shaft, and he heard her moan around it. Her cheeks pulled in around the sides of his cock, and he felt some suction. Did she swallow? Was he pre-ing in her mouth already? He must have been, she was taking more and more of his cock into her mouth.

Another little bzzing grunt escaped as her lips pressed against the base of his cock, warm against his crotch. Abra couldn't help it, the feeling was just too good. Her tongue just attacked the bottom of his cock, swiping back and forth under it, and he could feel her throat clenching and milking around the head of his shaft. It took all of his self control to not just cum immediately.

And then, just as suddenly as he'd felt it start, it stopped.

Her mouth disappeared, and Abra groaned before he could stop himself. A few little giggles told him that Abby heard him, and he sighed.

"Did you really think you could fool me that easily?" Abby asked him. His psychic senses told him that she was smirking at him...and that she was still naked. "Come on, open your eyes. I want to see you looking at me when I do that." She chuckled again. "Not to mention, a girl likes to get a little something back when she gives a guy that kind of attention."

"Alright, alright, I'm getting up," Abra said with a shake of his head. He supposed it was a little more fair to give her the attention she wanted, rather than pretending to sleep and enjoy it himself. It was a little unfair.

Sitting up, the pokemon slowly opened his eyes. The morning light stung, just like it always did, but he blinked it away. He had some pretty good incentive, after all; he'd never thought that human women were attractive before, but then again, before Abby, he'd never seen a female of their kind. Not to mention that he'd been alone for far too long.

Abby looked down at him as he opened his eyes, and Abra couldn't help but smile a little bit at the human woman. She was just as naked as she had been last night, and her sex still looked as wet as she had been before. It was a little more open, he realized, but considering that they had gone two rounds last night before they'd finally gone to sleep, that was to be expected, he supposed. He'd heard that having sex started to open up a female, but he hadn't thought that it would go that fast.

Her breasts bounced lightly as she chuckled at him, kneeling down in front of him after he got a good look at her. "Well, looks like you're finally getting up. The rest of you, anyway," she said, her eyes dropping down to Abra's shaft. She blushed a little bit, matching his own red face. "Heh...Sorry for waking you up that way. I just couldn't resist."

"What do you mean?" Abra asked.

"Well, I told you before...always had a fantasy of being with a pokemon..." Abby said. She reached out, taking his cock in her hand. Her fingers were soft, smooth, so very different to his own as she started stroking him. She smiled a little wider as he started bzzzing in pleasure, slowly dragging her hand up and down, stroking him. "Last night was great, but..."

"But?" he asked, his telepathy showing little sign of his excitement even as his toes curled lightly, his head leaning back. "But what?"

"But I want more..." She leaned down, her lips brushing against the tip of his shaft, and he knew that she tasted a little pre with that one. Her lips were moist when she pulled up, shiny with his juices. "I want to feel you in me again...but first, I want to feel you fill my mouth and make me swallow your cum again."

The throbbing through his cock at that thought was an answer to both of them, and Abra barely had the chance to nod his head before Abby pushed him back. It was gentle, but he still fell onto his back from the sudden push, and before he could get up, the human had straddled over his chest. The height difference was rather considerable, but considering most of the difference was in leg length, Abra still had an excellent view of her genitalia as Abby bent forward over his cock.

Her mouth was just as warm, wet, and eager as it had been earlier, and he could see that she was actually getting wetter as she played with his cock. It was like she was completely in love with the idea of servicing a pokemon, that she wanted them more than people; at least, that was what he guessed. He didn't think that females naturally got so wet for males, unless they were some specific kind.

Even as he enjoyed the feeling of her tongue circling the head of his member, though, he knew that this needed to be a two person action. She deserved some pleasure too.

Tentatively leaning his head upwards, he brushed his nose lightly against her, feeling the moisture from her slit covering his nose. It filled him with her scent, a wet, almost salty smell that made him throb. She moaned from the touch, and he heard a wet pop as she pulled off of his cock. "Mmmm...that's it...please...let me feel you again...give me a little fun while I get you off," Abby said, her voice breathy and low with excitement.

He nodded, smiling at how eager she sounded...and how eager she felt. Abra could feel the need pouring off of her, the psychic barely needing his abilities to know that she was almost begging for him to play with her.

So, he did. He pressed his lips against her sex, slowly sliding his tongue inside of her. Her juices covered his tongue, drenched it, and overwhelmed it with the flavor of her need. Soft pants slipped from his lips as he wiggled his tongue around, dragging it along her insides, shoving it in as deep as he could to find more of that lovely taste. She bucked against him once before settling down, but he could feel her need climbing; she was not calming down at getting some of what she wanted, but rather getting more lusty, more needy.

And he loved it. Abra rocked back and forth along the ground, one moment sliding his hips forward and driving his cock up into Abby's bobbing mouth, and then sliding it back out as his head came up, kissing and licking at her pussy. The human seemed to love it, at least if her moans were any indication, and she always had more of her juices for him to lick up, so her body definitely was.

He kept it up for a few minutes before Abby suddenly threw her head back in a moan, pinning him down by sitting on his face. Unable to see save for his psychic senses, Abra was overwhelmed with the potent smell of her need, of her arousal. His face was soon soaked as she squirted on him, her entire body shaking and trembling above him as she hit her climax. Some of it squirted into his mouth, and he drank it down like it was the freshest water in the universe, the taste of her need sublime to him.

She held him tight between her thighs, her muscles shaking and twitching as she came. It almost stung, almost hurt, but it made him grin anyway. He loved to see Abby like this; last night, seeing her go crazy as she took her pleasure had almost been enough to push him over the edge, just seeing her twitch and shake with that look on her face. Seeing her wet and needy, even after she'd been filled and taken, had been amazing.

It took her almost half a minute for the vise-grip over his face to relax, and he did his best to lend Abby a little strength as she fell forward, helping her keep from losing her balance. As an Abra, that wasn't as much as she might have gotten from a Kadabra, or from other psychic pokemon, but he felt that it helped her a little. At least, she didn't tumble over to the side.

"Are you alright, Abby?" Abra asked her as his cock throbbed against his belly. When she'd cum, she'd stopped sucking him, and while he knew that was probably a good thing - a mouth was a dangerous place for something sensitive when it was clenching and moaning - he wanted to hit his climax too. Not if she was too tired, though; that would be rude.

She continued to pant above him, little tremors going through her legs. He could feel them against his head, and he slowly brought one arm up, rubbing her leg gently. "Abby?" he repeated.

"I'm...I'm fine...just kind of...getting myself together," she said, panting between her words. "Oh god...oh god, that was so good...so...so good..."

Abra couldn't help blushing a bit at the compliment. He knew that it was fun for the both of them, but she took it to a whole new level. It was like...like being with him shoved her pleasure up to something divine rather than something that was just fun.

It made him all the harder to think about it, and all the happier that she wanted him to come with her.

He was about to ask her if she was alright again when she rolled off of him. He cocked his head to the side at her as she rolled onto her back, and then patted her chest while looking at him. "Come on up here. I'll help you finish yourself off in my mouth."

A little confused, he walked over to her. She gave him a look, and he sat down on her, a little below her breasts. "Here?" he asked.

"That's perfect, Abra. Now just slide forward...keep your cock between my breasts...and point it towards my mouth," Abby said, her hands reaching up and pressing her breasts together. She pointed at the little hole between them. "There, where there's a gap. Slide in there, and get ready to enjoy yourself."

As he followed her orders, Abra couldn't help but think that this was a strange way to have pleasure. Then again, most pokemon didn't exactly have breasts. Maybe they were something that he could have fun with.

It turned out, they were more than fun.

His eyes rolled up in his head as he eagerly bucked forward, the sweat slick flesh of her breasts allowing his wet cock through with barely any resistance. The pokemon shuddered in pleasure, leaking his pre along her neck as he moved closer and closer to her mouth. He thought that he might have heard a little chuckle coming from her, but he wasn't sure; it was hard to tell with how good this felt.

But he didn't miss it when his cock slid back inside of her mouth; that welcoming tongue was too good to be distracted from.

Abby licked around his head a few times before he felt her hands grabbing him by the hips. She pulled back, looking up at him with a little naughty smile. "That's it. Now...just rock back and forth, and keep going until you're ready to cum. Make sure that I get it all in my mouth; I want to get another good taste of your cum before we start our walk today."

That was all he needed to hear. Abra leaned forward just enough to get a grip on her shoulders, and then started thrusting his hips forward. The wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of Abby's mouth, the feeling of her breasts rubbing against the sides of his cock, were absolutely amazing. He'd never imagined that he could do something like this with a human, or any female. He had so much to learn, but he knew that he was going to have a lot of fun learning it.

It wasn't as tight as playing with her pussy, but it was more than enough to leave Abra gasping in seconds. The smaller psychic type couldn't help his bzzing moans, shuddering as he slid in and out, back and forth. Every time that he slid back, Abby gave his cock head a little lick, a tease to invite him back in, and an invitation that he gleefully accepted; pushing in, she gave him a little shove from behind, keeping him moving so that he never stopped enjoying himself, always kept feeding her his shaft.

With all the eagerness from her, all the stimulation he'd had from her mouth before, and how worked up he was, Abra didn't last long. In little more than a few minutes, he shoved his cock as far into her mouth as he could get it, spilling his seed inside of her. She sucked it away fast, and he could feel her swallowing it down even as he kept squirting. It was such a powerful feeling, to have her so eager, so willing to do this for him, just as he was so willing and eager to do things for her.

He slid back, shaky and a little wobbly as he pulled himself out of her mouth. Abra leaned to one side, then the other as he slowly stood up, his legs shaking under him. He still dripped a little bit, bits of cum landing on the grass of their little clearing, and he could hear Abby's quiet laughter.

That laughter got a good bit louder as he fell flat on his face.

#

Abra couldn't stop blushing as he walked at Abby's side, the shadows that the branches above cast only serving to make his cheeks feel hotter as a result. "I'm sorry for what I did earlier," Abra said, shaking his head. "I can't believe that I just fainted after that. I seriously can't believe it."

"I can; you were having a lot of fun, all the blood had gone out of your head, and when it was all over, you couldn't get things back to normal quick enough," Abby said with a shrug of her shoulders. She was dressed now, a pair of tight shorts covering her up around the waist and partway down her thighs, and a shirt covering her belly and chest. It was almost strange to see her that way after seeing her naked last night and this morning, but he supposed that humans didn't have the same freedom as pokemon when it came to clothing.

Her explanation didn't really help him, as he kept blushing as they walked along the forest path. Abra thought that there had to be something wrong with him; not every male suffered from problems like that, did they? They were supposed to be good for the females, making it fun for them, not giving the reasons to laugh when they messed up.

Shaking his head, Abra looked down at the ground. He'd just have to be better, that was all; find some way that didn't make him look like an idiot while he was with her, didn't make her laugh.

They walked in silence for a time, the sun slowly warming them up despite the shade from the forest around them. It was quiet, the other animals and pokemon in the forest leaving them alone as they made their way along. Abra supposed that the Mankey yesterday had spread the little story about his battle, or maybe they were just busy with something else. Either way, he supposed that it was a good thing; he didn't have anyone to say goodbye to, and he felt a little self conscious about himself after the fainting episode this morning. He wasn't sure if he would be as good in a battle as Abby might need.

A little before the sun was in the middle of the sky, Abra realized something. Turning to face his 'trainer', Abra asked, "Why are we leaving the forest?"

"Well, you didn't think that we'd be staying here for the rest of our lives, did you?"

Honestly, he hadn't thought it through that far; a part of him knew that the forest would not be enough for Abby, and that she had technically mentioned leaving it, and he had kind of decided to go...but he hadn't thought that it would be quite this soon.

She must have found his blush quite funny, because she giggled again. Abra looked back at the path, for one following it along its path rather than just staring at his feet.

It went on, and on, the path stretching forward in a straight line further than any other path that he had followed before. Far ahead, yet not too far to as to be too tiny, the forest ended in a semi-arch over the path, and beyond it, Abra could see fields of green, and a blue sky that was unblocked by branches. The path itself went on and on until it was out of sight, and he could only imagine just how far it went before it stopped.

The great wide world outside of the forest stretched out seemingly forever, and Abra couldn't help but stare as Abby led him along the path. He'd thought that the forest was huge, but this was something altogether different; it was massive on a whole new scope. The little psychic was almost overwhelmed by it, and couldn't stop staring at the world ahead.

Abby patted him on the shoulder, and he looked up at her smiling face. "Don't worry. You'll have me there to help you out."

A slight smile slipped across his own face. "And I'll be there to help you in your battles, and at night, too," he said with a bit of a blush. It was almost reassuring to see her blush at what he said, too, and they both laughed as they continued along the path.

It took less time than he expected for them to get to the edge of the forest. They'd been walking most of the morning, but still, he had thought that his home was a little bigger than this, that it would be at least a few days before they left the forest. Abra reached up, shading his eyes as they stepped out from beneath the trees, turning in a slow circle to take in the world around him.

Ending suddenly, the tree line formed a definite barrier between the world of the bug pokemon - the majority over some fighting types and poison types within the place - and the world outside. Long grass stood near parts of the road ahead, and he could see - now that he was outside of the forest - some other human beings that were moving about. He sense their different body shapes, could see the way that they were formed differently from Abby; some of them were males, while others were simply different females.

Still, it was strange to see humans in numbers, even if they could just barely be counted using his fingers and toes. Abra pushed himself a little closer to Abby, eyeing them carefully as they got closer.

They were obviously not part of a group, and they seemed rather unwilling to talk. The most that they did was nod at Abby as she walked past, though one or two of them did give Abra a look of confusion. He could guess what they were thinking, based on some of the other trainers he'd seen in the forest. Why wasn't he in a pokeball, they were wondering; why wasn't he kept in one of the balls at Abby's waist?

Abra couldn't help but feel a little...excluded, by the way that the other humans looked at him. He had heard that there were those that saw pokemon as lower forms, that they were good for nothing but battles, but Abra had never thought that they'd be the first humans that he'd see. Were they all like this? Were all humans so eager to dismiss them as less than them?

He lowered his eyes back to the path, pretending that it was just the sunlight bothering him when Abby looked down at him.

She didn't say anything, but he felt like she knew that he was bothered by more than that. There was just enough tension in her arm, just enough of a worried feeling coming off of her, that he knew that she'd be asking him about it later. Maybe he'd tell her about it then; maybe.

The other humans eventually looked away from him, more interested in the long grass. Most of them were walking about in it, their eyes peeled for whatever lived in there.

Abra wondered if any of them carried psychic pokemon too, but he doubted it; if they had any, the psychic types would have been out, scanning for the other pokemon in the area. It wasn't that hard to do, really; even though he was still relatively weak compared to the others out here, particularly compared to his future evolutions, he could make out the mental signs of some Rattata, with a Nidoran or two out there as well. He could even make out what felt like a Drowzee, though that was hiding so well that Abra would have bet that it was well aware of the humans and trying to keep out of the way.

The exercise of looking around for other pokemon was soothing for him, letting him forget about the way that some of the other humans were looking at him. Closing his eyes, Abra relied on his psychic senses to guide him forward, about half of his attention focused on the other living things that filled the fields around him.

It was so different than the forest; in the forest, there were pockets of different pokemon, but a good bit of empty spaces as well. Most of the different pokemon lived in little clusters together, in hives or dens together. Abra was one of the few exceptions to live by himself; in the forest, bugs were the majority, and for bugs, numbers equaled safety. Most other species adopted the same idea, keeping flocks together for the few flying types and packs for those that lived on the ground.

Out here in the fields, the pokemon that he could sense didn't gather together so much. The most in any one group was five, and those were Pidgeys that were part of the same flock. The others were small families together, if he was reading them right, and those were never more than two or three together. The rest were alone, loners moving through the grass without anyone else.

Confusing at first, Abra slowly started to understand the reason for the differences in group size. In the forest, there were many hiding places, many little holes for large groups to hide in together. In the long grass, the fewer that were in one place, the better when it came to hiding. The only ones that could afford to group together were the ones that that were strong enough to repel hostile humans, and anything that was strong enough to do that didn't need - or generally want - to group together.

The realization made him open his eyes again. "I can't believe it's so different out here," he thought.

"What are you talking about, Abra?"

"Uh..." Abra shook his head a bit, surprised that he'd thought that loud. "Sorry. I just...there's so much out here that's so different from what I saw in the forest. Even the way that pokemon live out here is different."

"Oh?" she asked. Cocking her head to the side, she slowed down, her slower pace letting him 'talk' and walk a little easier. "How's it different?"

"Well..." Abra paused for a moment, and then did his best to explain. In his limited world, things had been so different, but he was starting to see that, for Abby, who'd seen different parts of the world besides her home, it wouldn't seem that drastically different for her. It felt...almost childish, trying to explain to her why it felt so different to him.

As she looked at him with scarcely less confusion at the end of his explanation than at the beginning, Abra slowly trailed off, lowering his eyes back down to the road. "Um...never mind. It's not that important."

About to take another step, he was stopped as Abby put her hand on his shoulder, gripping him firmly. She made him look up at her again, and smiled lightly. "If it's something that's bothering you, we can slow down a bit; we don't have to hurry THAT much, you know."

He blushed, trying to turn his head away, but Abby's grip - having shifted from his shoulder to his chin - kept him looking at her. She kissed his cheek lightly, and his blush got about three times worse as she stood back up. "But if you're okay, let's keep going. I think that we can get to the next town tomorrow, if we can get far enough tonight," she said as she started heading down the road again.

As he followed behind her, his blush just would not die. A part of it was from the kiss she gave him, but another, slightly larger part was from the view he was getting as he followed behind her. Abby had picked out some tighter pants today than she had worn yesterday, and as he was following behind her, he had a great view of her...well, behind.

Taking some of his attention away from his surroundings left him feeling a little blind, but it was better to feel that way than to be walking down the road with a certain body part sticking up and leading his way. However fine Abby was with that, he didn't know if other humans would share the same sentiments.

He had a feeling that they definitely wouldn't.

#

"You sure that you don't want to ride in a pokeball for a little while?" Abby asked, looking back over her shoulder. "I'm sure that you'd be able to get out of it again if you really wanted to."

"I'm...fine...I'll be...just fine..." Abra grunted softly as he followed behind her. He was sweating, and sweating hard; there was just no shade out here, and when he was used to sleeping for a good part of the day, spending it out of the sun, it started to get to him. Walking for at least five hours hadn't helped him either, as he was burning up on the outside and feeling about ready to collapse on the inside.

Abby had made the offer to let him ride inside of a pokeball several times during their walk, and each time, Abra had turned her down. Each time, it was a little harder to refuse, and the last one had been the hardest yet, his body half-begging him to go along with the idea.

But there was something that still held him back.

It wasn't that he distrusted Abby; he did agree to travel with her, after all, and he didn't just go along with someone that he didn't trust. He had even spent the night with her, and was looking forward to traveling through this big, wide, amazing world with her. Battling was a little bit scary to think about, considering what some of the trainers he had seen looked like, but he was willing to do it for her. He wanted her to get her dreams accomplished, after all.

But he didn't want to do it from inside of a pokeball.

That was the sticking point for him, and so far, Abby had been willing to accommodate him. She'd let him stay out of a pokeball since he'd agreed to come with her, and she'd not tried to capture him during his sleep. It was encouraging to see that she was willing to give him that much respect, and as much as she was asking him if he wanted to go in a pokeball during the walk, he didn't think that she was trying to trap him with that. She was just trying to make sure that he was comfortable.

Despite that, he didn't feel comfortable about the idea of being in one of those. The idea of being turned into nothing but a little ball of energy inside of a solid prison was not appealing, and however much he trusted Abby, he didn't want to have no opportunity to leave. If he was caught in a pokeball, then he could be pulled into it at any time, and if Abby somehow lost the pokeball, he'd be stuck inside of it. He'd never heard of a pokemon dying of starvation inside a pokeball, but he did not want to become a test case for it.

So, instead, he kept on walking. The sun was starting to go down, and the wind that was picking up carried with it a chill, one that was all the stronger against his sweat-slick skin. Some of the exhaustion was frozen off by the shudder that went through him when the wind blew by, but not enough to wake him up all the way.

Abra still walked behind her, no longer really needing to focus his attention himself to avoid embarrassment. All the effort to keep walking has done that for him, draining him of the energy to really be turned on when he was looking at Abby's rear. If she did something to take it a little further, he doubted that it would be a problem, but just looking wasn't doing it for him anymore, something he felt surprisingly grateful for.

Another thing that had changed was the amount of trainers around. During the day and near the forest, there had been a surprising number of them. The ones that had stared at him for being at Abby's side were just the first wave of them; there were a few dozen more that were further away from the forest, searching through the long grass, either for pokemon to catch or some to battle.

He'd even seen a few of them going through battles out there, including one trainer that was yelling louder than thunder at his pokemon. Even though the words hadn't been directed at him, Abra had a little frightened by the trainer, and had fixed his blue and red hair, leather jacket, and series of chains on his back in his memory; if he saw that guy coming, he wanted to be going a different direction. He just hoped that the pokemon being yelled at was alright; that kind of treatment was pretty darn rough.

At least he didn't have to worry about that; the only tongue-lashing he thought he had to worry about from Abby would be from her mouth to his cock.

He blushed at that thought, shaking his head and closing his eyes. That wasn't appropriate, not appropriate at -

"Mmmph!" Abra grunted, walking face first into something that was both soft and firm. He pulled back, rubbing his face lightly before looking up -

-only to realize that he'd walked right into Abby's butt. She still stood in the same place, but looked back at him with one eyebrow raised, and amused smile on her face. "A little distracted, are we?" she asked.

"Uh...I...I mean..."

"Heh, don't worry about it. I'm glad you like it so much, but you don't have to run right into it. I might let you play with it for a bit tonight, if we can avoid getting seen by anyone," Abby said. She nodded towards a spot off of the road. It was partially surrounded by long grass, but not overly so, and there was a small pit dug out in the middle, where the ashes of old fires rested. "This is a little campsite. Trainers use 'em for a night, clean up after, and then any travelers coming by can use them too. They're pretty good places to sleep, and I don't think that either of us are going any further for the night."

For a moment, he was tempted to protest that he could walk for a little longer, but the dull ache in his muscles finally caught up with his brain. Yelling a silent, resounding 'NO' into his brain, they were quite convincing. Nodding his head, Abra followed the human into the little circle.

Surrounded by the long grass, it mostly cut off the campsite from the road. Abra realized that more than half of it was hidden from the road as he stepped into it, and almost against his will, he started to think about what he and Abby might do with that kind of privacy.

Those thoughts didn't want to leave, but he dismissed them with a shake of his head. What they both needed was rest, not -

Abby's hand at his crotch, rubbing him just enough to get by his defenses, almost got him jumping out of his skin. He looked over his shoulder as he felt her pressing against his back, her chin on his shoulder as her fingers wrapped around his growing shaft. "Mmm, tell me, Abra," she asked, "were you look at my butt all day?"

"Abby! I, uh, I -"

"Heh, that's a good enough answer for me," his 'trainer' said with a little giggle, giving his cock just enough of a squeeze to make him moan. "I want to hear everything that you were thinking about...but after I get a little more out of you. I want you thinking with your head. Your big head, not this little guy here."

He did not know the last time that his face had burned this hot, and he was sure that it wasn't sunburn that had him this red-faced. Abra squirmed as Abby's hand stroked up and down his shaft, getting it harder by the second. Her delicate fingers, the way that she knew just when to squeeze, and just when to drag her fingers along his shaft, soon had him as rigid as he'd been when they woke up this morning.

Turning to look at her, he saw her looking down his body, looking at his rising cock. Her thumb wiped over his tip, spreading his leaking pre over the tip of his shaft. It made him shiver, and she had to hold him up with her free arm as she continued stroking him.

It probably would have gotten a lot steamier if the two of them didn't hear the sound of footsteps coming up the road at that point.

She pulled back in the blink of an eye, and Abra forced his attention down to his erection. Flinging psychic energy at his shaft, he forced his biology to obey him, shrinking it back down and out of sight. Turning his head, he saw Abby was crouched down at the firepit, arranging some twigs or something in it. He took a few deep breaths. They were fine; everything looked normal, no one would suspect.

For a second, Abra couldn't see anyone on the road, not above the grass or through the slight gap where the path led off of the road and into the campsite. For a second, he thought that maybe he and Abby had just been hearing things.

Then the human walked in.

Abra stared at the human, a little shiver of fear going through his body. Rattling chains announced him before anything else, and the red and blue hair that poked over the top of the long grass before he walked in confirmed who he was in the pokemon's mind. The psychic gulped, shuffling over to stand beside Abby. He didn't stand behind her, because that would be cowardly, but he couldn't bring himself to stand in front of her either; standing beside was the best he could do.

Leather jacket a bit covered in mud, the trainer that scared him during their walk stepped into the clearing. He had a few pokeballs at his belt, and his face was twisted up in a half sneer. His mouth moved in slight twitches, as though he was muttering to himself.

As soon as he caught sight of Abby and Abra, the sneer on his face got a little less pronounced, though the smirk that replaced it was hardly better. "Heh, what's a lady and her weak little troll doing out here, all alone?" he asked.

Abra immediately felt his fear hit a wall of anger at the other trainer's tone, and he could feel that Abby's emotions were sliding from nerves to annoyance. She stood up, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. "I'm a trainer, just like you. And this is my Abra. Not that you seem to know what that is." She shook her head. "What do you want?"

"This campsite."

"Well, there's room enough for the both of us. Long as you stay on the other side, I don't -"

"No, you don't get it," the male said. He pointed at the ground. "I want this campsite, and I want you out of it for the night. I like a lot of space. Having you and that little weakling here is just ruining my style."

Abby's fingers twitched, and Abra winced at the shift from annoyance to anger; how could this male not feel it? "You want me to leave?" Abby asked in a clipped, measured voice.

"Heh, unless you want to stick around and make yourself useful," the new trainer said. He groped his crotch, making it bulge a little more as he ground himself against his hand. "I got some needs, girl, and you look like you'd do a good job at dealing with them."

The long day, the almost unending walk, the sweat that still clung to his skin, and the ache in his muscles; all of that disappeared in the space of a second as Abra heard this human suggesting something like that to Abby. Fear? Oh, that was gone; the wall of anger had become a fire, and fear made a good fuel for that fire. Leaping in front of her, Abra spread his arms to the sides, trying to shield her from him as he bzzzzzed in warning.

Not that the sound intimidated the trainer in the least; he looked down at the psychic, sputtering lightly. "Heh, is that the best you can do? Seriously? Get out of the way and -"

"Whoever you are, take out your pokemon." Abby stepped up, putting a hand on Abra's shoulder. "If you're going to talk trash, do it while we're battling."

"Is that a challenge?"

"It is."

The feeling of the campsite changed in a second; from someplace to sleep, it turned to a battleground. The grass transformed into a wall, the boundaries of an arena, and the firepit in the middle was a danger that could be exploited.

Abra set himself in a battle-ready position. He had no idea what this trainer had, but he was going to make sure that Abby was proud of him. There was no way that he would let her down; this jerk was going to pay for what he had said.

The pokeball flew, and the flash of light and surging energy interrupted whatever the trainer was about to say. Abra closed his eyes, opening his psychic senses to figure out what it was. Normal? Bug? Fighting? What did the other trainer have?

The light solidified, and Abra winced, putting a hand to his head; the pain coming off of the other pokemon was immense, throbbing and hot in his mind. It filled his senses to such a degree that he had a hard time seeing properly, almost having a hard time standing up. Rubbing his head a few times, Abra was forced to open his eyes, needing to physically look before his psychic senses overwhelmed him.

In front of him was a Sneasel, a dark blue-gray color with red feathers and white claws. Rather than standing up proud, or looking sneaky the way that Abra had thought it might, it was hunched over, hugging bruises along its chest and stomach. A line of red went across the dark type's chest, and one of the Sneasel's eyes was blackened, held shut by swelling there.

It looked absolutely pathetic and, as best Abra could tell, knocking on death's door. It should be tended to, not fighting.

He lowered his arms.

The trainer must have taken it as a sign of weakness, because he grinned and pointed at Abra. "Attack! Sneasel, use Bite!" he shouted.

He brought his arms up to defend himself again, but it wasn't needed. Even though the Sneasel tried to move quickly, it was limping, and running seemed beyond its capabilities. It trudged across the small campsite, and Abra could feel the pain from it again, this time without even needing to use his senses.

And beneath that pain...beneath the hurt...Abra could just make out two words. Two simple words, that formed a single, pleading thought.

Help Me.

Abra couldn't bring himself to do anything except move out of the way as the Sneasel came at him. The other pokemon was just too...hurt, pathetic, and weak for Abra to bring himself to try and hurt him. Each attempt at biting, each slow swipe of claws, each little movement was almost too easy to read, and Abra kept moving out of the way, rather than attacking. He was almost worried that Abby would order him to attack; even with his type disadvantage against a Sneasel, he knew that almost anything he did could put the other pokemon into a worse state.

Thankfully, Abby seemed to be as conflicted as he was about this battle. Considering he had plenty of time to look back at her, he frequently saw her biting her lip, suppressing a command, as far as he could tell. She had to see as much as he did what state their opponent was in.

The little dance of him evading and the Sneasel slowly trying to attack him continued for almost five minutes. Throughout their 'battle', the other trainer's face slowly got redder and redder. He shouted insults, screamed commands, and stomped about in place. There were moments when Abra half-expected to see steam shooting out of the human's nose; he was angrier than the hottest temper fire type that Abra had ever seen.

But even he didn't expect it when the human walked into the battle and shoved his pokemon to the ground. Abby and Abra watched in shock as the trainer pulled back his fist and punched the Sneasel in the face, a wet CRACK filling the camp clearing as flesh hit flesh. "You worthless, pathetic piece of crap!" the trainer yelled, pinning the pokemon down with his greater weight as he continued to hit the Sneasel. "You can't...beat...a damn...thing! You...are...-"

Abra couldn't take it anymore. Holding his hands together, he charged the same attack that had blasted the Mankey yesterday. Multicolored light pulled together in a tight ball, focused between his fingers. In the space of a second, he had it charged enough for his purposes, and he flung his hands out.

The Psywave shot towards the other trainer with the speed of a swooping Pidgeot, and the human barely had a chance to turn his head towards the light before it bowled him over, sending him flying out of the camping site and back onto the road. He landed with a loud thud and a muffled clank, the chains hitting each other before probably jamming up into his spine. Abra nodded once with another bzzzing growl.

Running to the unconscious Sneasel, Abby reached into her pack and pulled out a little spray bottle. "Can't say that I like seeing you attack people, Abra," she said, spraying what he recognized as Super Potion over the Sneasel's wounds. "Can't say that I like it, but this jerk deserved it." She smiled, flicking her eyes towards him for a second. "Good shot."

Blushing a bit, Abra rubbed at the back of his head. "Uh...thanks," he said with a little chuckle.

"You...son...of a...bitch."

Both of them turned to face the road. The other trainer had rolled onto his stomach, and was slowly pulling himself to his feet. He shook, but Abra wasn't sure if it was from pain or from sheer rage. "When I get over there..."

CLICK.

Abra blinked a bit at the sound. What was -

CLICK.

The second time, he realized what it was. Abby had held up her phone, pointed it at Sneasel and gotten a picture, and then taken a picture of the trainer. "There. Now there's evidence of what you were doing to this poor thing," Abby said.

"It's MINE! I can do whatever the hell I want with my pokemon!"

"Two things wrong with that, you jerk," Abby said. Abra walked over to her as she cradled the Sneasel against her, standing between her and the other human; he didn't trust him not to try something crazy. "First, there's something called the PAP laws. Ever heard of them?"

The other trainer shook his head, and Abby continued. "Pokemon Abuse Protection. The second you started laying a hand on your pokemon like that, you surrendered whatever ownership you might have had over it, and I got the photos here to prove it. Not just those two, but at least one or two from when you were beating him down.

"And the second thing is, according to PAP laws, I am allowed to take this pokemon from you until he can have a chance to recover. Then I'll take him to a pokemon center to be fully healed, and after that, HE gets the choice of who he wants to be with." She grinned at the trainer's look of fear. "Hear that, you jerk? HE gets to choose. Not you; not me; HIM."

"But...but...it's just a pokemon!" he protested. "They don't get to choose!"

"When they're the ones that are getting hurt like this, they sure as hell do." Abby pointed at the road. "Now get walking. I don't want to see your face around here ever again."

'But-"

"I said GO!" Abby shouted, pointing again.

Either the other trainer finally grew a brain or he saw Abra getting another Psywave ready; either way, it got him moving. In the growing darkness, he disappeared along the road quickly, and Abra was able to let the psychic attack fade away, the energy bleeding back into the air.

He slumped to the ground near Abby, looking up at her face. "I've never heard of the PAP laws. They sound really interesting, though; what are they like?"

"Uh..." She blushed. "I kinda...don't know. There's a lot more than that, but that's as much as I learned before I had to keep on my travels."

"Oh," Abra said. "But the part you said is true, right?"

"Oh, absolutely, absolutely," she said, nodding her head rapidly. "There's nothing wrong with that; that part of the law is completely true."

Abra slowly nodded back, slightly intimidated by her so-eager enthusiasm, but didn't have enough energy to do anything about it. That last Psywave had wiped him out, and without the adrenaline rush from dealing with that trainer, he didn't have anything else to give.

To his relief, Abby showed no signs of wanting to go back to their...activities...from before the trainer's arrival. She just hugged him close to her, holding him and the Sneasel under her arms and keeping them warm by the fire. He snuggled in close to her, closing his eyes and just letting himself relax, soon bzz-snoring as he slipped off to blessed dreamland.

To his embarrassment, he dreamt of breasts...and other things.

#

The next morning and the week following was a blur. Abby took the both of them along the road, carrying the Sneasel for half of the first day and letting him walk after that. They passed by several trainers, including one or two of the jerk's friends, but they saw enough good humans that they weren't bothered.

Eventually, they reached a police station, and an officer with green hair and a blue uniform gave them a ride in her motorcycle. The speed at which it carried them both amazed and scared Abra, and he stayed down in the bottom of the sidecar rather than watch the landscape speed by the way that Abby and Sneasel did.

It only took them a day after that to reach the city. Abby checked them into a hotel immediately, and had Abra stay there with her stuff, keeping an eye on it while she ran Sneasel down to the pokemon center. It didn't take her long, and she was back less than an hour later, but he couldn't help but wonder why they had to do it that way; couldn't he have come along? Wouldn't it be better if they told their stories at the same time, for the people there to know what that bad human had done to Sneasel?

He didn't know, and Abby didn't explain it when she got back. She just pulled him close and held him, and he could feel that she wasn't in the mood to talk. And, before long, neither was he.

#

Sneasel was in the Pokemon Center for three days before they released him, and Abra had to stay at the hotel again when Abby went to get him. She'd given him a kiss on the cheek before leaving, and told him that she'd be back with Sneasel soon, and with his decision of where he would be staying.

It was...strange, spending time in a human place. Abra didn't mind it so much when Abby was there - particularly with the way that she'd been distracting him while they were waiting for the Center to be done - but when she was gone, and he had to spend time in the hotel alone, he started to notice the strangeness about it.

Everything was at least a little too big for him, from the bed, to the shower, to the food freezer thing; the floor was hard in some places and too soft in others; they were high up, taller than the trees that Abra had managed to teleport into before, and it was rather disorienting to look down at humans and what few pokemon remained outside their pokeballs down there. Abras didn't belong this high up, he was sure, and he wasn't sure how to deal with it.

So, he mostly stayed in the bedroom. That had its own problems - considering the place smelled like him and Abby, considering all they'd been doing - but he was better at dealing with his body's reactions to that than he was at trying to fit in with a human building. Even the little temptations to teleport around the building, see what he could see, had faded by this point, replaced by the desire to keep moving. He hoped that Abby would want to get moving as soon as she was done bringing Sneasel back here; the road would be better than another night here, and it would feel more comfortable to be under the stars again.

A part of him wondered why Abby refused to talk about Sneasel very much, and why every time he tried to push her for it, she took him to the bedroom and so elegantly distracted him from it. He wanted to know more about the PAP laws, or at least where to look for them, and he was hoping she'd explain a bit more about how she'd learned about them. Yet, every time he started bringing them up, back here they came.

The sheets were wet at several spots, and Abra couldn't help but blush as he remembered how each one had happened. That one when Abby had sucked on him and not swallowed everything; that one when he'd eaten her out and she'd cum like a fountain; that one when they'd spend an hour grinding against each other without penetration and made that little puddle; that one when she'd allowed him -

He shook his head, looking down at his cock, seeing it growing up and out again at the memories. "You never get tired, do you?" Abra thought, looking at himself. Not one day in the forest had gone by when he'd been this hard, this often; something about spending all this time was Abby was changing him that way, almost like it was conditioning him to be ready for her whenever she wanted, and whenever he even thought about sex.

That made him twitch again, and he let himself fall back against the bed. His tail flopped against the mattress at his side, and he rubbed it lightly as he laid on his side.

"Maybe I should go back to the forest," he thought to himself.

Of course, he never would; he'd seen too much out here, seen how much bigger the world was to be satisfied entirely with the forest again. But the temptation was there, just because it was familiar, and it was less confusing. Not enough of one to succumb to, but definitely one to think about.

He heard the door click before he sensed Abby's presence, so Abra was caught by surprise as she walked into the bedroom. Walking at her side was the Sneasel that they'd rescued, and the look on her face was enough to tell him just what the pokemon's decision had been.

She sat on the bed by him, and Sneasel leaped up with them. He no longer moved like he was about to die if someone sneezed in his direction; instead, he had almost the same grace and flexibility as some of the Furrets out there. Pretty fast too, Abra thought as he watched the newcomer.

As he looked up at Abby, she looked down at him with a smile. "Well, Abra -"

"He's staying, isn't he?" he asked.

She nodded, and Abra looked over at their new comrade. It was interesting to think of someone else that was going to stay with the two of them. True, if Abby was going to be training to be a strong pokemon trainer and go out there and show her stuff, she would need to get other pokemon, so it wouldn't have been just him and her for long. Still...

"I thought you said that you just wanted to have psychic pokemon," he said. "I...don't think that he is a psychic type; doesn't that kind of mess with your plans?"

"Well...I don't really know about that," Abby admitted. She looked back at Sneasel, smiling and patting him on the head. "But do you really think that we should have left this guy at the center? Particularly with that other guy chasing after us."

"But what about the PAP laws? Don't they protect us?" Abra asked.

"Uh, not enough, no, not enough at all," Abby said with a shake of her head. "They're good for getting an abused pokemon away from their master, but it doesn't stop someone who doesn't care about laws in the first place. It's better to keep him with us, just in case that psycho starts coming after us. Don't you think?"

Abra supposed there was some truth to that. If that trainer had started beating up his pokemon, and had been about to come after them before he'd sent the trainer flying, then he doubted that any laws would make him stop. And if he wouldn't stop, it would be better for the Sneasel to be with them than with some strangers that might cave in to that jerk.

He slowly nodded his head. Abby kissed his forehead mid-way through one of them, and he couldn't quite stop a smile from creeping onto his face at that.

She patted him lightly, before scooting back on the bed. "So, why don't you two get better acquainted, and I'll get a little more comfortable. I'll be back in a bit, so don't go having too much fun without me!"

The way that she giggled as she left made him feel like a little pokemon again, left with another pokemon that he barely knew in hopes that they'd have fun together. Maybe humans did the same sort of thing with their young; they had similar silly stuff. Just like this ridiculously huge bed.

Turning his attention to the Sneasel, Abra looked over him. He had to admit, it was interesting to see a Dark pokemon in person; they had rumors surrounding them, labeling them as vicious, terrible, and bloodthirsty, that they were all born warriors and were ready to rain down hell on anyone that fought them. He'd even heard that some of them regularly fought each other to be as strong as possible when it came to battles; other than Fighting types, they were the only pokemon out there that did that regularly.

Almost against his will, Abra's attention went from the Sneasel's face to his groin, and promptly lit up like a traffic light. "Um...how...did you know...um..."

Nodding, the Sneasel gently patted his sheath. It was...remarkably swollen and large. Then again, if the Sneasel had the same view that Abra'd been dealing with during most of the walk to the city, he supposed he couldn't blame the new guy.

But still, it was huge. He had thought that his own cock was relatively big, particularly for his size, but the Sneasel's was something else. And knowing...how Abby...

Abra whipped his head around, catching sight of one piece of clothing flying past the doorway. "Oh, you..." he started to think.

"What is it?" Sneasel asked. Of course, it would sound different to Abby - if she was even able to hear it, she'd just hear the usual babble that humans heard from pokemon - but it was completely intelligible to Abra. "What's wrong?"

"Abby...the human...I think she's going to be giving you a special welcome to the group," he managed to 'think' at the Sneasel. "She's...really got a thing for pokemon."

"Do you mean like the fan club in that one city?"

"Only if that fan club gets naked and starts to play with their pokemon," Abra said with a shake of his head.

That was enough to get the Dark type blushing, and he took a little pleasure in that; at least he wasn't the only one to find it a little bit weird. Fun, but weird...and satisfying.

The tingling feeling from his crotch was enough to tell him what was happening before Sneasel looked down, but this time, Abra didn't let himself feel embarrassed. Instead, he put his hands on his hips, letting his shaft grow out, and then up. It was...almost unsettling to have the Dark type looking at him getting aroused, particularly considering how large that the new guy was...down there...but Abra wasn't going to back down. Sneasel needed to know that he was here first, and that no matter what happened, Abby was with him. They might have fun with others, but he needed to make sure that Sneasel understood it was only fun. The two of them were attached to each other. That was it.

Sneasel's eyes moved up from his cock to Abra's eyes, and they stared at each other for a moment. The psychic type didn't look away, meeting Sneasel's red eyes for ten seconds....twenty....

It was a full half minute before the Dark type looked away, and Abra turned his head away a second later, rapidly blinking his slitted eyes. That had been a little close, but he had showed the Dark type who was in charge here. That was the important thing.

No sooner had he looked away than a thong landed on his face. He blinked, lifting the pink cloth up, and then blushed brighter than ever as he realized just who it belonged to. The smell was unmistakable.

"So, boys, are you ready for me?"

Both pokemon turned to the voice, and as one, their jaws dropped. Abby stood completely naked in the doorway, her legs just spread enough to show the bit of moisture between them. Well, more than a bit; there was some dripping going on, and Abra could tell that there would be a few more wet spots on the sheets after they were done tonight, and not all of them would be coming from him or Sneasel.

Her breasts swayed as she walked into the room, her hips swaying lightly. The way that she looked between them was like a cat that was about to get both the cream and the meat; she wasn't just getting her wish, she was getting a buffet of wishes.

There were those that thought being stared at like a piece of meat was something to dislike; Abra wasn't of that opinion, as long as Abby was the one looking at him that way. He knew that as much as she liked him, it was also something of a special thing of hers to...play...with pokemon. To have a second one there, to be able to play with two of them at once...well, he could forgive her for being that eager, and looking at him a little differently.

She pulled herself onto the bed with them, and grabbed their crotches. Neither of them were able to keep completely still at that, Abra half teleporting and Sneasel tensing up at the sudden contact, but they were able to keep from pulling away completely. Abby giggled a bit at them for that, and Abra blushed. The only comfort was that there was a matching blush on Sneasel's face, but it was scant comfort; he should be used to this by now, the way that Abby was always asking for more.

Her fingers were light and gentle, just like always, and Abra was very thankful for that today; after so much in the hotel room to drain his balls, he needed something gentle. Despite all the orgasms he'd had so far - two already this morning - he still leaned his head back in pleasure as Abby teased him. It was so soft, so warm...so smooth, compared to what he felt with himself. There was no way that anything else compared ever since she found him, and taught him how this could feel.

Sneasel was reacting even more than he was, throwing his head back and growling in pleasure. Those little blue hips started bucking almost immediately when he was touched, and even after Abby had slowed her strokes on his cock, it was pretty clear that it was more than the sharp clawed pokemon was used to. Then again, considering just how sharp and unwieldy those fingers looked, Abra could understand if there wasn't much that Sneasel could do to please itself; it would run a great deal of risk of injury.

Nevertheless, it was clear that the Dark type was enjoying himself, and Abby giggled as he started leaking pre over his fingers, taking a small break from the stroking to pull her hand back and give it a little lick. There was a little jealousy there from Abra, but he held it back; she'd be doing it to him too if he was already leaking, and the only reason he wasn't was because she'd gotten him off so much earlier today.

The handjobs continued for a few minutes, just long enough to make Abra wonder if Sneasel was going to cum too early, before Abby pulled her hands back. She pulled herself back a little further on the bed, and nodded Abra towards the pillows. The psychic got up, crawling up there, and let his 'trainer' move him around until she had seated against the pillows, reclining on them with his legs spread.

"Mmmm, your cock always looks so good," she said, trailing a finger along the underside, from the base to the tip. She giggled as it twitched, bouncing as she pulled her finger back. Scooting forward so that she was between her legs, Abby leaned forward and kissed his cock tip.

As Abra moaned softly, she turned to look back at Sneasel. "I'm sure you've seen these before on other pokemon," Abby said, reaching between her legs. Abra could only guess she was spreading her pussy lips, and he could see Sneasel's cock twitch lightly as Abby did that. "You know what to do; now get up here and give me a good time."

For a second, Abra almost thought that Sneasel knew the move Teleport too; the Dark type moved so fast from the foot of the bed to between Abby's legs that it almost looked like he'd moved instantaneously. Abby started moaning, so Abra could only assume that Sneasel had found her slit already, and he must be feeling pretty good too, because she was grabbing hold of the sheets, squeezing them between her fingers as the Dark type rammed himself into her.

He thought that maybe he should feel jealous; as far as Abra knew, that had been his place with Abby, to slam himself inside of her back there. He'd done it in so many positions that he could do it in the dark, blindfolded, with his arms tied behind his back, and here another guy was going at her, and she was moaning from it. A part of him was jealous, and wondered if this was a good idea to let someone else into the bedroom like that.

Those thoughts lasted only as long as it took Abby to wrap her lips around his cock.

As soon as he felt her suckling on him again, Abra almost melted against the pillows. His head leaned back against the bed's cushioned headrest, and his eyes closed as he let himself completely relax. There was only one point of tension in his body, and Abby's mouth was working wonderfully over it; he doubted that it would last more than ten minutes under her talented tongue.

The only thing that threw it off a little bit was the way that she was dragged back and forth a little more than usual for her blowjobs, but even that added something to it; she had a good rhythm, but every now and then, the tugging threw in a bit of a surprise, keeping it pleasurable in a way that it might not be usually. She moaned, her cheeks pressing against his cock inside her mouth; he knew how she'd look, her cheeks pulled in, her lips pressed just tight enough to his cock that there'd be a slight paleness around the red. It was so wonderfully sexy to think about, and he moaned again at the way that the image filled his mind's eye.

Even the sounds were wonderful, from the sound of the wet slap-smack-slurp of Sneasel's thrusting into her pussy - no jealousy for that now, not when he didn't have to do the work - to the wet sucking sound every time that Abby pulled up on his cock. They all added to the sheer experience of the moment, sending shivers of pleasure up and down his spine, and stiffening up his cock in preparation for the finale.

He sensed Sneasel cumming, and a part of him had a bit of satisfaction; the new guy couldn't last more than a couple of minutes in her pussy. Doubtless she'd need a little more 'help' before she went over the edge for her own pleasure, and Abra would be happy to give her that, remind her of just how helpful he was.

After...after he had...his fun...

He arched his back against the bed as Abby suddenly started sucking him that much harder. She must have been very distracted by Sneasel's cock for there to be this much difference from when she was sucking him before, and the psychic panted and squirmed under her talented lips. Her hands found their way to his thighs, pinning him down, and her mouth became a whirling pool of suction around his cock, bobbing up and down his shaft, like a goddess begging him for his seed...no...not begging, but demanding, and demanding it right NOW!

Barely lasting a minute after Sneasel gave up his load, Abra arched his back against the bed one more time, thrusting into Abby's throat before letting out his cum. She swallowed around his cock head, the suction only serving to drain his balls that much more as she swallowed shot after shot of his cum.

Collapsing back on the bed as she pulled back, he looked at her through slitted eyes, watching her lick her lips clean of his seed, giggling a bit at him. She slid over to the side, and he could see Sneasel laying on his back, staring up at the ceiling.

"Guess he wasn't quite ready for something that hard," Abby said as she pulled herself up the bed, laying down against Abra's side. She kissed him lightly on the cheek, and wrapped an arm around him. "Thanks for understanding, Abra...I'm really glad you can understand."

He smiled, turning to face her and giving her a little kiss of his own. As he closed his eyes, he was vaguely aware of Sneasel coming up and pressing against Abby's back, aware of the fact that she turned to give him a hug, but it didn't matter. She still wanted him. She still wanted Abra first.

He could live with that.