FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Chapter One

Here is the second and final part of this story. I do hope you will like it.

Thank you so much for all the support, everyone!

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Meadow of the Heart

Chapter two (final)

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"Oh, what a lovely butterfly you are, dear! Do you live on this farm?"

The flying type's response was cryptic and could only sound like if she were repeating her name over and over again, but nevertheless, it was not hard to deduce that the Pokémon was welcoming the potential costumer to the small farm. This could be explained by the lack of spiritual connection between the creature and the woman. Even then, it was not much of an issue, since leading clients towards the building was a simple task. Turning and flipping gracefully in midair as she so elegantly used her wings to float at a decent height, the Vivillon lured the woman inside the shop with her beauty and skills. Once her duty was accomplished, the bug went close to the intercom system and pressed a single button, effectively sending a buzzing sound into the other shack situated on the other side of the orchard.

"I'm coming right over!" a male voice announced briefly on the other end of the device. He arrived a moment later.

"Welcome!" he announced.

He handed a sweet berry to the Pokémon, who feasted on the reward on the spot whilst he got busy with the costumer. Now fairly revived from her injuries, the butterfly was no longer disabled and could now soar through the skies and enjoy a liberty she was more than merry to regain. Out of gratefulness, but mostly out of pure friendliness, she had decided to give Spencer a hand with some of the tasks he had to do on the land until she was in a perfect condition. Namely, she would observe the amount of maintenance the orchard required from up high, or sometimes she would carry jars from one place to the next, or she would approach and welcome potential visitors and clients just like in this instance. She paid close attention to the discussion that began when the woman had bought what she wished.

"Say, this is a lovely Pokémon you have there. I don't think I have ever seen this sort of Vivillon."

"You're right," the man answered. "This cute lil' bug here has a very special pattern. Her coloration, Meadow Vivillon, is native from another country. Around our parts, the native Vivillon are said to have the River pattern, which is much different than this vibrant pink tone my friend was gifted with."

The two partners shared a smile.

"How interesting! I believe you are lucky to have an amiable creature like this one by your side, young man. Take good care of her, will you?"

"I am. And thank you, ma'am! I will."

With that, she turned and left with a bag filled with several products hailing from the farm. Spencer recounted the money he had gotten in exchange, only to see he had received a little tip as an added bonus. The little act of kindness made him happy. He was joined by the butterfly, who hovered near his face, curious about what the human was manipulating. The whole concept of currency was somewhat mysterious to her. She trusted her feelings and the psychic link that existed between her and Spencer to see if everything was fine.

"I think we won't get any other client for the rest of the day," he began, storing the money in his pocket. "If we do get a visit, they'll just need to ring. How about you come and give me a hand with something in the working shack? I think you'll have fun with what I got in store for you, Vivillon."

Her wide and illuminated pixelated eyes would speak for themselves, just like her gracious wings, who flapped at a quicker pace for a moment.

They walked for a little while, ultimately reaching the second building. The night was about to roll in and so, it felt somewhat comforting to seek shelter from the upcoming darkness. A single lantern was lit and placed on a nearby table. There was just enough space for both individuals to move and therefore, the coziness and warmth of the moment grew dramatically as they were forced to be especially close to one another under the dim brilliance they were exposed to.

"There we are..."

He bent down and picked up a few items under the flat surface situated before him and the bug. Multiple containers and berries were revealed and neatly placed in front of the duo. The Vivillon landed and held onto the young man's shoulder before he would start his visual explication.

The farmer was seen picking up a luscious berry in his hand, only to squeeze it hard and let the juice flow down into one of the jars situated in front of him. He then discarded the used fruit, beginning the process once more with another round sphere of natural goodness. He repeated those steps several times, showing what he exactly awaited of the Vivillon; producing berry juice.

Being the intelligent and astute Pokémon she was, she averred to be quick to understand what she had to do. The only problem was that she did not possess human hands to squish the fruits effectively. Instead, she had evolved to gain two little round fingers. She aimed a little puzzled look at the expert, to which he replied with an understanding nod.

He placed her in front of him and handed the flying type a single berry, which she took between her little extremities. With a decisive move, she squished the orb harder and harder until it effectively exploded... but all over her nonetheless, covering her in juice. The accident was shrugged off and caused quite a laugh. An instant later, she was cleaned by Spencer and ready to attempt the pressing technique once more. This time, he held her tiny limbs and guided her movements, gently applying pressure at the top of the product, directing her force downwards and effectively getting the tasty liquid out and into a jar. Mission accomplished for the proud insect.

[I did it, Spencer!]

He emitted a short chuckle.

"You're a real pro already!"

They traded a friendly chuckle. They then came to the realization that they were still holding hands and so, a small blush manifested between the two. They resumed their task, each participating in extracting the precious substance. Spencer did not have the funds to buy a professional berry presser and so, he and the Vivillon would be doing this activity for a good while before resigning. On the other hand, it was a fun and amusing occupation and a good opportunity to take it easy and relax. The repetitiveness of the pressing was completely overtaken by the enjoyable side of the task.

The peculiar atmosphere that reigned inside the small and dark cabin was cushy. The silence that had first settled a bit earlier had given its place to some small talk and eventually, to a delightful discussion. The two great friends spoke of many things, at their own relaxed rhythm, communicating many thoughts that loitered inside their own mind. In the end, this felt like the right moment to come back and talk about the events that had first transpired during the distinguished day the two of them had met, in the forest, quite a while ago.

[Spencer... I don't think I ever thanked you properly for... what happened.]

She deposited the berry she held and then turned towards him. Her head hung low as she hovered near him. He, too, postponed his actions and listened to the Pokémon.

[In a single and painful instant, I had lost everything... I was... reduced to a mere pile of discord and confusion, unable to even... pick myself up. What I mean is that I really was hurt... physically, but most of the agony was on... the inside, or if you prefer, it was in my mind...]

Her large eyes stared directly into his, her throat tying up in an emotional knot. It was very hard to talk about the issue, even if she really willed to do so. It was important for her to vent this out and let Spencer know about just how thankful she was.

"Oh Vivillon... Come here, dear."

He embraced her and pecked her cheek softly before allowing her to continue from within his warm grasp, reassuring her by handling her carefully and very softly.

[I am so grateful... so eternally grateful for what you did and how you... were there for me in my greatest time of need. I know that if enduring an atrocious event like that... meant I was able to meet you... then, I am happy it happened. You've given me the chance to rebuild myself and experience the... purest of friendship I have ever seen and felt.]

They shared a sigh.

"I wanted to thank you as well for entering my life, Vivillon. The emotions I felt when we began to bond are among the most memorable I have. Now that we've met and grew close to one another, it feels like I know where I'm going, like if I have a purpose now. I always liked what I did, but with you... it's just so much different. By your side, everything seems to make so much sense now..."

He paused.

"I don't know what I would do without you..."

[We're... feeling the same...] she let out in a fragile whisper, her teary eyes staring deeply at the man's features. A smile soon appeared on her lips.

"How long have we been together now? I would say about two or three weeks? Time flies by so quickly..."

[I'm happy this time was spent in your company... and I hope we can spend it together... for as long as we can. You and I, the farm, relaxing and staying happy... with no one bothering us.]

"I'm so happy to hear it from you. I was thinking about the very same thing since a few days. Having you around would be so great... Just us two, Vivillon."

She aimed another smirk at him, looking on her side.

[We would make a nice couple, wouldn't we?]

He warmly smiled back at her.

"Little honeybun..."

He gently seized her by the abdomen and placed one of his hands behind her head, only to lightly press her against him. He sat down on a nearby chair and let her nuzzle him, letting tears of joy appear between them and gently wet his shirt. The human had to make a really big effort not to cry as well. It was at this particular moment that he could see just how much they truly needed one another. A strong friendship and a very profound bond were present between them without a single doubt, but something even deeper and even more meaningful was awaiting to appear. Just like how he had been there to help the Vivillon and save her from a tragic end, she had spared him from the reclusiveness he had chosen, from the wrongness of his seclusion. He was not all alone anymore. Both of them had began to unlock a happiness that could not possibly be described by mere words.

With a companionable nod, they delightfully consumed the emotions that surrounded them and got back to work doubly motivated. The berry pressing resumed and went on for a full hour or perhaps two. Time simply did not appear to be as important anymore.

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Crrrrk!

Completely unusable, virtually totaled. The large and very old stepladder had finally given in to its inevitable fate. Broken in two different pieces, almost symmetrically, the tool was no longer usable by the farmer. He cussed to himself as he attempted to salvage any sort of use for his metal helper, but to no avail. After years of loyal service, the apparatus was broken. It was of no use; he absolutely needed another one. Sort of discouraged, he sat down and munched on a fruit to suppress his discontentment. He then glanced upwards into the sky. After a few seconds of searching, he finally spotted what he was looking for.

Several feet in the air, the butterfly could be seen nonchalantly circling above, enjoying a stroll on her own and executing a very important task. She was actively looking for a forecast, or at least a few hints about what could approximately happen in the next few days concerning the weather. It was no enigma that Pokémon were naturally a lot more in tune and synchronized with the temperature and climate they were in, compared to humans. Despite having been on the farm for a good while, it was always a pleasure to soar up high and analyze this new climate. Being born in a completely different part of the world was an advantage, because the Vivillon was not biased in this new environment.

The hot and dry summers of this location were admirable, but it was the warm winters that picked her curiosity the most. From where she came from, winters would get cold and snow could even appear if the climate was favorable enough. Nevertheless, she had the confidence to reassure the human and tell him that she would fare just fine when he wondered about that particular issue. Indeed, her adaptation was already going superbly and as such, there would be no problem with living in this part of the globe. She halted her thinking for a moment when a shiver climbed up her whole form.

[In about two days... there should be some rain...]

She took a deep breath and hovered for a little while, taking a few minutes to reflect about her original habitat. She had the opportunity of reading about the multiple patterns that could be given to members of her species, determined where they were born. This was the main characteristic that made her stick out from the norm. Being a Meadow Vivillon herself, her bright pink coloration was always an unique feature when compared to the native River Vivillon from this part of the globe. This reminded her about Spencer's praise. The human would never fail to compliment her about her design.

One night, he had finally expressed his concern towards a very peculiar matter that still troubled him after all this time. The butterfly was missing a small piece of her upper left wing, more precisely, the small bit that stuck out at the top. Those black squares had been chipped off because of an accident back when she was with her first owner. She could not recall how it had happened exactly, but she had the bitter souvenir that her first master's affection had degraded because of this superficial problem. In the end, he had chosen to trade her for another Vivillon of a different pattern to satisfy his need for a flawless collection, much like her second trainer also.

It was during this operation that she had learned everything about people who collected her kind solely to possess every pattern that existed. Normally, people would take a very dedicated care for their collection members, but as her imperfect shape was revealed to this second and perfectionist trainer, she felt no love at all from this person. It was a stare of pure disappointment. Seconds after she had been summoned in front of this young woman, she could see just how deceived she was. She did not understand her very well, but the Vivillon was quickly put back into her pokeball while the trainer spoke of having her other Pokémon back, to cancel the trade and so on.

She was not fit to be part of any collection whatsoever because of this small physical problem. It was easy to see that her first owner had abandoned her in favor of another pattern. This was not the end of it for the bug, unfortunately. With no one to take her back, the young woman that had received her had resorted to an extreme and cruel decision... The rest was history, or at least she wanted to think that. To be so savagely released and disposed of... it pained her greatly to this day. If that kind farmer had not been there, her story would have had a bad ending. She cheered up thinking she would be writing the next chapter with the one she loved... Spencer.

Speaking of which, she aimed a glance under her, rapidly pinpointing in which row the young man was located. He waved back at her from where he was sitting. He looked like a tiny little Durant from where she was hovering. Her thoughts had lead her to rise up so high up into the sky, higher than usual and explaining why the wind was so cold as it blew against her body. In any case, it had been a good exercise, but she hummed to herself as she slowly descended towards her caretaker. Even from this altitude, the Scale Pokémon could deduce that there appeared to be a problem. When she arrived on the scene, she was welcomed by a guilty face. The man was seen scratching the back of his neck and had removed his shirt like if he had given up for an instant. She tried not to stare at his uncovered torso.

"Look at what I did," he jokingly told her.

The broken ladder laid in front of his discouraged self would explain the situation quite accurately.

[Did you hurt yourself, Spencer?]

"Nah, I'm okay. It's just my old pal here. He's done and quit his job, it seems."

It was a fairly humorous way to put it.

"I'm going to need another one, but I can't go and get another ladder today. I got some other things to do. I'd try climbing this tree to get the fruits, but..."

[Spencer...]

"Yeah?"

[I have wings, you big silly.]

"Oh... that's right!"

She shook her head before his late realization and approached him.

[Let me help, okay?]

He agreed with a nod and discarded the nuisance that was on the ground. He observed as the Vivillon began to pick berries from the top of the tree, one by one. The task was simple, but with so many fruits hiding in the foliage, the gracious insect would not be done until dawn. He understood that her grasp was quite limited, but wished to augment the efficiency of the work. He thought for a moment, grabbing the bug's attention whilst he did. Spencer always looked upset when he was deep in thoughts; his brows were furrowing and his smile upside down. His eyes briefly met with his friend and he was struck by an idea.

"Vivillon, can you produce some sort of wind with your wings?"

[Yes, of course. Why do you ask, Spencer?]

"I would like you to try something for me, honeybun."

Her interest was picked. She grew curious as the human explained what he wanted her to do. He briefly indicated that he was to hold the woven basket whilst she would use her aerial strength to make a strong wind blow and thus, delivering the tree from the berries it held. She was a bit unsure about the efficiency of the maneuver, but wished to try her luck nonetheless. This would prove to be an interesting experiment. Without wasting too much time, she got into position and nodded back at the farmer, who anxiously awaited for the Pokémon's move.

She began to flap her wing, gradually flapping faster and faster as the leaves of her target began to flutter. The whole method made a few orbs drop to the ground, only to be collected by the farmer down below. When that was over with, she put more effort into the gust she generated. It was strange to notice how strong she averred to be. She never did try to show her power before and so, this experiment proved to be a delight. However, she would unconsciously flap her wings faster and much more violently over time, distracted. The branches soon bowed down to the intensity of the wind she let out, so much that the noise she generated was also too loud for her to hear the warnings of her master down below who was submitted to quite to miniature storm.

When she came back to reality and saw just how much of a commotion she had caused, she immediately halted her maneuver. The tree straightened back up quickly, cleanly liberated of its burden. When she laid her eyes upon Spencer, she simply could not suppress her amused laugh. On the other side, sitting onto his behind, the farmer had received the berries; so much that he had effectively been bombarded by the Vivillon. Without realizing it, she had caused such a gust that the fruits had come down crashing against the human, blasting against him. He was covered in dripping aromatic juice, dumbfounded.

When the two of them finally met, a meter from one another, they exploded in hilariousness. The situation was very humorous and since no harm had been done, everything proved to be just fine. It was a glorious mess.

"Gah, that was unexpected!" he told her, trying to wipe his face.

It was at that moment that she inched her way towards him, visibly taking in the aroma that could be smelled on him. Then, glancing into his eyes for a second, she leaned in and used her tongue to lick his cheek. After a short giggle from her part, the bug closed her eyes and began to clean his face off, her mouth gently pressing against him as she removed the sweet substance off of him. Ultimately, she paused and gave him a shy smile before pressing her mouth onto his, depositing a soft kiss onto his lips, eventually licking them just as well. He joined in and put one of his palms behind her head so they could deepen their first exchange, giving in to the wonderful feeling that filled their own heart.

He stared back into her look, noticing each and every single square, or "pixel", that comprised her eyes, which in turn, were divided by even more quadrates, leading towards a perfectly symmetric and infinite beautifulness. It occurred to him that this was the closest he had ever been to the Pokémon. He found out just how stunning she averred to be from up close. He soon gave in to his inner passion, returning the affection by deepening their kiss.

Then, they slowly separated, a smile appearing on both faces after the very special moment. Somehow, there seemed to be a mutual understanding, but more importantly, a shared expression of pure love towards one another. Their deep affection permitted them to go past the subtle taboo that was the infatuation between a Pokémon and a human. Such a thing would be considered forbidden, off limits to many, but with no one else watching or judging, the couple could enjoy their very sentimental relation without being disturbed. Their love had been present since the very start and therefore, it felt incredibly satisfying to finally see it physically manifest itself...

She licked her lips after her generous meal and emitted a delighted vocalization when her body was taken into the young man's grasp. Even though she possessed a small affinity with the psychic typing, she would not need this knowledge in order to see just how amorous her friend happened to be towards her. He was excited and so grateful of their first exchange, exactly like how she, herself, felt at this special instance.

"You owe me a new pair of pants, lady," he whispered as they remained so intimately close, their forehead resting on one another.

[You sly man, you... Won't you forgive a cute Pokémon like me?]

"Don't waste your time," he jested. "You know I fell for your charm a long time ago, honeybun..."

With that, the broken ladder was entirely forgotten as the duo swam into the pure and enticing scent that could be sensed in their immediate vicinity. Their loving delight continued on for the bigger part of the afternoon, forgetting and effectively discarding other matters. Nothing would be more important than their playful and enamored actions right then. They danced under the appearing sunset, the Vivillon following along as the man she loved took her by her hands and spun around with her. They had many laughs and even more missteps; the great imperfection of their activity rendering it beautiful.

[I love you...]

"I love you too..."

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Rainy days always were slower and much more uneventful. Today was no exception. In fact, the torrent was in effect since the earliest hours of the morning. At the very least, it was entertaining to hear the droplets impact onto the roof of the small wooden shack, since such weather was a rarity. Like a very subtle melody, the rain soothed souls with an appreciated tenderness. In a way, it motivated the couple as they created a list of the farm's inventory. Many products were stored in crates, ready to be distributed to any willing customer. The two individuals had planned to do a little bit of promotion in the nearest town in hopes of attracting a larger clientele, but seeing how Mother Nature disagreed with their plans, the moment felt right for the current task.

"Let's see what we got in here..."

The farmer picked up a crate filled with goodies and placed it on the table. The Vivillon hovering near him approached the container and began to browse through the many items located inside. She began counting how many of each products there were, the human listening carefully and noting down the numbers she told him.

The process was repeated with the several crates stashed here and there, each one of them filled with berry related articles. This was also the ideal moment to actually sort out the products by categories, since any given box was filled with various goodnesses instead of being organized. The bug Pokémon then suggested the preparation of samples so that the promotion of the farm could be more effective. Therefore, when the inventory was compiled, the two of them executed the brilliant idea. Their combined efforts proved many times that things were headed in a very nice way when they joined their forces and worked as a fantastic team.

All in all, the rain never stopped. Thus, when their duties were over with, they were presented with quite the wet dilemma when attempting to go back into the main house. The Vivillon positioned herself at the top of the human's head, spreading her marvelous wings in order to act as a makeshift umbrella. Grateful, Spencer made sure to be quick as he ran between the rows of trees, the Pokémon's sacrifice not in vain as he went and reached the house.

Upon entering their little haven, they emitted a mutual sigh and locked the door behind them. It was at this instant that the young man put the Vivillon against his chest in order to gently wipe the water off of her pinkish appendages. They remained silent during this activity, both visibly showing a bit of fatigue. As relaxing a day like this one could be, it always had the power to drain them of their energy.

[Thank you, dear...]

"No problem, lovely. I know you can't fly just as freely when you're soaking wet."

She smiled and did a elegant flip to put emphasis on his statement before observing his wet body.

[Look at you...]

He shrugged at her, conceding defeat. He chuckled when she began to flap her wings at him, returning the favor and getting rid of the water that covered a small part of his physique. For some reason, looking at the Pokémon as she was moving so vividly reminded him about how closer and closer they had gotten with every moment they shared, physically speaking. Ever since their first kiss, some week ago, their exchanges had become more bodily, yet something seemed to be in the way when they attempted to go further than simple caresses and kissing. In a way, Spencer was concerned about never being able to go past that odd barrier. He simply was not capable of making this first step. He loved the Vivillon like nothing else in the whole world and perhaps this explained his uncertainty concerning a more intimate matter.

She was not a psychic Pokémon, but did not need to be one in order to read his expression. He showed much affection, yet a definitive hesitance would be perceptible in his eyes. Her slight affinity towards him, her connection with the one she desired the most, would let her see that he knew not how to make the next step. He was ready, but simply unsure about how to actually proceed and was also facing a doubt about whether or not the Pokémon was also willing to engage in a more carnal activity. Thinking more and more about it, the bug would come to the conclusion that they had never spoke about Pokémon and human engaging in intercourse. It was understandable. Her body was as exotic for him than his physique was to the Vivillon's eyes. If he was not able to make the first step, she would, as hard as it seemed to be, do it for them both and show him that she was in fact, more than ready to accept him in this erotic manner.

[You sh-should come to bed soon, dear. I... um, will wait for you... in our room...]

Her romantic cue was not very subtle, to say the least; even less so with the seductive and tempting look she aimed at him. Still, it amused the young man, but more importantly, it really did a great job at picking his interest and making him get the hint. The adorably shy proposition was enough to make him tense up on the spot, his heart skipping a few beats. The passion he felt from the Pokémon at this precise instant was unbelievable. Many thoughts lingered within his mind. Was the Vivillon actually suggesting to... engage in that very intimate kind of activity? He brightened up like a light bulb.

"I w-won't be long..." he stuttered whilst he tried not to look too dumb in front of the one he loved. He was glad to feel that this erotic awkwardness was mutual. Both of them had not yet attempted to explore this attractive side yet, but a shared enthusiasm in the matter was definitely present.

[Good...]

The young man watched her as she flew upstairs, giving him one last smile, excitement filling her gaze. He took a deep breath and listened closely, hearing the soft click of the door being shut on the second floor. He chose to wait for a few minutes, giving the bug a bit of time to prepare however she needed to, but also taking a moment to breathe slowly. In a way, he felt nervous thinking of the evident activity that was to come, but paradoxically, he was smiling brightly, an undeniable sign of his happiness and gladness for the answers to his painful ponderings. He was not even sure of what to do and he did not even know how her body worked concerning reproduction, but the barrier was lifted, the green light was lit and they could finally access this new kind of passion. He knew not how to sexually satisfy her exactly and as such, there was only one way to find out...

With a great resolve, he came to the conclusion that things would go well and headed towards the stairs. They loved one another so dearly and thus, they would find a way to solve any issue. Step by step, he climbed, seizing the ramp rather tightly. He had to take a few deep breaths. When he got in front of the door, he halted and took a short pause before knocking three times.

[It's open, love...]

A stunning display would await him when he would open the door that separated him from the most beautiful Vivillon in the world. Lying onto her front side and looking back at him, she moved her wings in a slow and attractive rhythm, the spectacle was almost hypnotizing. There was a grand collection of colorful squares spread onto the bed, adding a certain beauty to the scene. Spencer was surprised, but much more astonished by the effort the Vivillon had gone through in order to seduce him. She had not failed in the slightest.

[I couldn't find rose petals so...]

He returned her timid smirk.

"Vivillon... you're so..."

Words began to lack as he fully focused on her form, contemplating just about every part of her small physique. From the tip of her wings, to the sleekness of her lovely bug abdomen, he had eyes for her and only her. He approached the insect slowly and sat on the bed before lying down beside her. He reached up and gently caressed the tip of her antennas. She let out a pleased sigh and looked back at the human. It always occurred to her that he was so big compared to her. She didn't know where to start, truth be told and was reassured by his honest confession.

"I'm a bit nervous about this..."

She could perceive they were feeling just the same and because of the same issue regardless. She had to reassure him, but also herself. Worry would not ruin their upcoming experience.

[My small size and my squeaky little voice... might make me seem a lot younger than I am or perhaps even make me immature in a way, but... it is only an impression, dear.]

He nodded, more than willing to hear her say more.

[We are two consenting adults after all and we... know what we're doing. However and most importantly...]

She then leaned against him and looked at him as she gradually climbed up his arm. Ultimately, he sat up and faced her properly. She reached closer and kissed him, gently wrapping her beautiful wings around him, just like if she could protect him from any worry.

[... We're in love, Spencer. And I'm positive we can ignore and even profit from those differences. It's just you and me here, with no one to look, observe or judge us. We just have strong sentiments between us... All that is left is to consume them... together...]

She was relieved, soothed even to see his expression soften in understanding.

"You're right... so very right, Vivillon. We're stressed out for nothing. Let's take it slow and see where it leads us."

They hugged and nuzzled for a brief moment, both accepting the suggested method.

[Just know that... we'll be just fine. We will go with the flow and it is going to be wonderful, maybe even better than what we're thinking....]

"I really want you, Vivillon," he whispered. "More than anything in the world."

Her smile faded and let room to a more serious, albeit fantastically seductive expression.

[Show me...]

They traded the vows of their meaningful relationship by a single, yet passionate French kiss. It was obviously not the first time they shared such a deep gesture, but in a way, this particular exchange felt soothing and relieved them both of some nervousness related to what was yet to come. A real teamwork was in progress, each partner doing their best, showing their most intimate feelings to the other in order to attain the perfect moment. Their joined and romantic efforts would not be for nothing. An instant later, the guy's shirt was removed and the Pokémon was gently invited to nuzzle the revealed area whilst she began to be sensually caressed by the human.

Truth be told, it was not the first time Spencer was fondling a girl, but it certainly was the first time he was showing his physical love to a Pokémon and a bug type at that. It mattered not; he brought her to his eye level, getting a better look into her own gaze. He started kissing her body, slowly, gently, starting with her neck. Daringly, he ventured down to her mid section, which was assaulted by his affectionate kissing and affable nuzzling. He occasionally glanced up whilst he did so, ultimately deciding that it was time to move downwards. Even if this proved to be a worrying experience at first, her fine taste and her positive reactions proved to encourage him and eliminate his fears.

He closed his eyes and put one of his palms behind her little grey body, locking her in place as he began to shyly let his tongue do the lower massaging. He headed downwards still, one centimeter at a time, motivated by her genially surprised gasps and her light movements. She kept staring at him as he reached what he thought would be the location of her opening. To his surprise, only flatness would greet him at the specific location. Not being well versed in butterfly anatomy, Spencer was surprised to see the Vivillon had nothing between her legs. Clueless for a quick instant, he looked back at her. The butterfly's nod indicated to him that he was to continue his lusty search even further.

"This is fun..."

[It is, isn't it? You have to find my... secret spot...]

She said that with an amused tone, her abdomen wiggling slightly in the young man's grasp, hinting that she was ready for his discovery. She seized his hair as he buried his face between her limbs, descending further and further as he sought her entrance with his warm tongue. She began to feel aroused when he neared the very tip of her abdomen. Then finally...

[Oh... oh that's it...]

He pulled back to have a better look when she released her cute moan.

At the very end of her tiny bug body, an horizontal slit could be seen. This was without a doubt, the access to her love tunnel. It did not appear to have especially defined lips like a human female's genitals, but that lessened appearance did not make it less attractive. One thing was certain, she looked very tight. Too tight. When their eyes met, she seized his nose between her two circular hands and stared deep into his eyes.

[I know...] she began. [We will need to be creative...]

She was so careful and gentle, even with her wording. It was evident that the young man would not fit inside such a small tunnel, hence why the Vivillon had spoken of creativity. Making love was not all about penetration and the couple would prove that. They would surpass this issue and use other means to consume their carnal needs.

With his mouth being so close to her pussy, the human was quick to see what he wished to do first. He gave the slit a sweet peck and then, pushed his tongue onto it. The fact alone that her parts were rotated in comparison to a human female's slit added an attractive exoticism to the whole gesture. Slowly, he let his tongue travel from one end to the other, sweeping from one side to the next. The Pokémon was rapidly enticed by the strange, but so surprisingly nice feeling; so much that she began to leak down there.

She was slightly embarrassed at first, but when she saw Spencer's reaction as he lapped the slimy substance, excitement overwhelmed her. She tasted sweet and the odor that emanated from her was so appealing that it drove the young man to demand more by rubbing his tongue against her with a greater intensity.

"Mmm... mmmmm..."

He got superbly busy and the more effort he gave, the more he was rewarded. Soon enough, rubbing would be outdated and he would slowly enter her, pushing his tongue into her. She let out a quiet moan and pushed towards him, easing the process. By now, she was so ready for him that she abandoned herself completely, her body wiggling into his palms. It felt so good when he slowly got to the point where he was as deep as he could possibly be.

[That... again...] she huffed.

He would not wait a second before reproducing the entire maneuver once more. Then, he would go faster, entering and exiting her faster and faster until he used her light weight to his advantage, moving her whole body up and down on his mouth. Her cries of pleasure varied in intensity, but grew louder and louder as seconds passed, the time seemingly slowing down as complete ecstasy overwhelmed her.

[S-Spencer... I'm so close...]

It was too soon to end it, she thought.

[Not... y-yet... ah...]

Luckily for her, the human quickly caught on to that animalistic need and stopped his actions at once when he heard her request, choosing to go back up to kiss her mouth instead.

For a few minutes, they relaxed and remained mostly quiet, the Vivillon revealing that she wished to build up a little more before giving her all. The male agreed and then sat onto the edge of the bed. He was about to pick up his shirt, but before he could even reach it, the Pokémon blocked him and hovered over his lap. She pointed at his jeans, obviously revealing what she had in mind. It appeared to be his turn.

He lifted his bum up and dragged his pants down, which left him with only his boxers on. When his trousers were disposed of, the female was more than glad to see him lean back and put a hand behind her head. It seemed like he had been the one able to read her mind this time. She emitted a pleased vocalization when she nuzzled his concealed privates and made contact with his member. It seemed like he was getting hard already. He probably had guessed that she would treat him to some sweet oral goodness.

She used her limbs to slide down his underwear, revealing his genitals. She glanced upwards, into his eyes, before she would lean in and give a kiss onto the tip of his rod. She then put her legs at the base of his member and used her smaller round hands to gently stroke his end, admiring his form. He huffed and stroke the back of her adorable head as the bug rubbed him in an erotic way. It only took a moment before he was completely hard, at her sexual mercy, showing how big he was in contrast to her tiny body.

She pumped his wand and stimulated it greatly, relying on his grunts to execute her actions at the ideal pace. Soon enough, she would spot a little drop of precum coming out of him. Curious and showing her crave for him, she licked him and ultimately, wrapped her mouth around the tip of his rod. It was true that Spencer could never properly breed with her because of their size difference, but the bug had the firm intention of pleasing him in the best way she ever could. Her mouth proved to be a perfect fit when she slid his member inside. Her pussy would be way too tight to enter, but that would only motivate her to give him the nicest blowjob she could offer him.

She started to bob her head up and down, slowly, using her tongue as a slimy mattress for his hardness. The amount of control she possessed because of her skillful hovering was simply astounding. She soon tasted more precum, an aperitif of what was to surge in the near future. She let herself drown into a sea of pure sensuality, driven by an undeniable desire, but also by their mutual and extraordinary need for one another, their intense love. He tasted slightly salty, which was not exactly the best of savors but still, he was delicious because he was him, Spencer, her one true lover.

"Vivillon..."

There was no turning back. He saw that when she ignored his warning, knowing all too well of what would happen if she did not slow down with her amazing actions. Lovingly, he took her face into his palms and helped her achieve a greater speed, softly trusting into her mouth just as well. She seemed to enjoy it greatly, her moan vibrating onto him as her mouth remained securely wrapped around his member.

He released one last grunt before he could hold it in no further. He tilted his head back and bit his lower lip as the Vivillon milked him by tightening her grasp. She closed her eyes and let out a surprised moan when she received the first spurt of his load. He then released all he had into her small mouth, adding more substance each time it came out of his member.

Unfortunately, it was too much for her to swallow and instead, the cum gushed out of her mouth. In the end, she opened her oral access and let it all drip onto his lap. She breathed slowly and calmly, recovering from the amazing sensation she had felt when he had trusted into her and in turn, had let her taste him in the most intimate way possible. She looked back at him with an apologetic gaze, feeling a tad guilty to have coated his lap instead of swallowing his cum. He brought her close to him and nuzzled her plenty as he caught his breath as well. There was nothing to forgive, only to admire.

"I think it's your turn now, is it?"

[I'm ready... I hope you're thirsty...]

It appeared as if the sensual atmosphere had brought a little sentiment of challenge. Was she daring him to do the same for her? If so, he was more than willing to accomplish this mission. Without wasting any time, he took her in his hands and brought her body high up near his face. Once that was done, she landed onto him and clung firmly against his head, her face buried into his hair and her abdomen suspended right above his face.

Since he was now aware of the location of the bug's genitals, he went directly to the source of her pleasure. She was still wet and ready for him, so he thought about a little variation she might have liked. He cupped his hand around her bottom in a manner that permitted him to rest his thumb onto her slit. She seemed curious and willing to try this new sensation; so much that she would actually be the one to push against the finger. He was coated in her gooey juices when he parted her lips and gradually inserted himself into her. The experience was so much more different than the previous one. It only took a few minutes before he was pumping into her with great ease, having been so well lubricated by the butterfly.

[More...] her cute little voice ordered.

He held her against him and firmly supported her body so that he could trust his thumb at a quicker pace. His hand was covered in sweet nectar and the odor that could be smelled was astonishingly bewildering. What a mess they were both making. A worthy sacrifice for such an incredible enjoyment. Right then, differences mattered not. In fact, they were part of the fun and a proof that their love would go past these barriers. And now, the grand finale of this marvelous performance was incoming.

[Again with the... ah... ah... the tongue... p-please...]

She did not need to ask twice.

He brought her wet parts to his mouth and hurryingly, pressed his tongue back onto her, inserting it inside her in a short span of time and testing just how sensible she appeared to be for him. She was more than ready, just awaiting to finish and deliver her precious fluids. He licked away, massaging her tunnel with all of his tongue, pushing, rubbing, flicking in all directions, against her walls. Soon enough, even more nectar came out and the young man simply wrapped his mouth around the tip of her abdomen, surprising the Vivillon in an exquisite and delectable fashion.

[Ah... ohh...]

The short warning was immediately followed by her orgasm. She let out a big moan and tensed up as she finally let her load gush into her lover's mouth. He began to suck her, literally extracting her delightful essence. She breathed hard as he savored the taste and blew her parts with the intent to get every drop she would offer him. When he glanced back, his thirst slowly being quenched as he absorbed the last remains of her pouring, a combination of lust and amusement covered his messy face. He did not need to tell her it had been good and neither did she. It would have been useless to point out the obvious and delectable truth of the sexual aftermath.

They were both panting heavily, their loud breathing giving away the intensity of the experience. The human had neglected his own take on oxygen, fueled by the purest lust and aiming to please the Vivillon as much as she wished, whilst on her side, she was trying to gasp for air because of the immensity of her orgasm. The whole experience had gone way better than they both would have thought, in the end...

She found herself unable to hover or let alone take flight, crashing back against the mattress and soon to be joined by her lover, who stood a few inches over her. They kissed and let their action speak for itself, producing a wide smile on both lips. The young man seized the Vivillion by gently pinching her tiny fingers between his, like if the couple were holding hands together. With one last embrace, they let themselves be taken by their fatigue, the quiet and comfortable ambiance of the night cradling them and sealing their incomparable, barrier-less and magnificent love.