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I Dream of Drowzee By Green

It was a quiet night in the forest, apart from the cries of a rather persistent Hoothoot. Given the late hour, it was no surprise that there were almost no signs of life. The only creature that seemed to be out and about was an Abra, and even he was just as active as his species usually are - which is to say that the Pokémon was leaned up against a tree, fast asleep. The fact that it was night had nothing to do with this, of course, Abra sleep about eighteen hours a day on average, and he'd just gotten started before the sun went down about three hours previous. Unlike most Pokémon, however, being asleep did very, very little to impede Abra's perception of the forest around him. Being an incredibly powerful psychic is handy like that. He was, in fact, letting his body and his conscious mind rest so that he could practice building up psychic energy within him, like exercising a muscle, to prepare for the time when he would someday evolve into an even more powerful Kadabra, and have the raw mental strength to harness that power without tiring himself out. The species wouldn't have lasted long if they spent all their time lying around helpless, though, so they were born with the innate ability to harness their psychic energy and teleport from place to place if they found themselves threatened while they slept.

And so it happened that as he lay there, trying to meditate but admittedly being distracted by a fantasy of the day he would eventually 'earn his spoon', as young Abras referred to it, he suddenly became aware of a presence nearby in the physical world, and gave off the psychic equivalent to twitching an ear, trying to hone in on the intruder and determine if it meant him harm. As it happened, it was two small Pokémon walking close together, not one large one, as became clearer to his senses as they approached, and it was a pair of Zigzagoons, so it was extremely unlikely they'd be any threat to him, especially since they were approaching from the exact opposite angle to the tree Abra was snoozing against; they probably didn't even realize he was there at all. He was about to go back to meditating when they walked all the way up to his tree and... began to kiss. Oh no, he thought to himself, it can't be... Concentrating on the pair as they held each other close and licked and nuzzled at each other, he determined that one of them was male, one female. If he'd been conscious, he would have sighed rather heavily, but in his current state, he couldn't even snore loudly to try and chase them off. "Oh, darling," whispered the female breathily, "I haven't been able to get you out of my mind all day... I can't stop thinking about how good last night was..." The male chuckled. "Care for a re-enactment, my dear?" he asked, churring quietly. With that, the female leaned against the tree, exactly opposite Abra, and the male embraced her as his paws rubbed and kneaded at rather sensitive flesh. Of course, Abra thought miserably, all the trees in this forest, and they have to pick this one to do it against!

The psychic Pokémon lay there, deeply embarrassed, as the amorous rodents began to make love, sighing and gasping and grinding against each other, completely oblivious to his presence. Aside from embarrassment, he also felt a pinch of jealousy; spending almost all your time unconscious doesn't give you a lot of time to get into a relationship, and poor Abra was still a virgin. Not that that's unusual for my species! He quickly added, but being so aware of the passion on the other side of the tree made it a bit hard not to feel his virginity weighing heavily on him. He may have been unconscious, unable to move his physical body, but autonomic reactions were out of his control to begin with, and so his cheeks began to turn red, blushing so hot he was mildly worried they would start glowing and the Zigzagoons would see him. Abra seriously considering just teleporting out of there and removing himself from the situation, but for the sake of his dignity he refused to flee like that just because he was embarrassed. He'd been here first, after all! Though he had to admit, the option became much, much more tempting once he became aware of another involuntary response: his penis sliding out of its protective sheath and growing longer and harder in the cool night air. As the lusty cries of the couple became louder and more energetic, Abra realized, to his horror, that he was getting deeply turned on by his accidental voyeurism, and here he was, trapped in a sleeping body, unable to even ease the pressure by touching himself!

Sometime later, after a long, vigorous lovemaking session, the Zigzagoons reached their big finish together, their climaxes so powerful that Abra could detect a hint of their ecstasy, despite not having practiced his empathic reading abilities. "Oh... oh my goodness, that was w-wonderful..." panted the female, still trembling in her mate's arms. The male licked her cheek and chuckled tiredly. "I think I saw Arceus..." he said, leading to a giggling session that made poor Abra feel even more put-off. Mentally, he sighed in relief at their next words. "Come on, let's go back to the nest," suggested the male, "Get a good night's sleep." With that, the Zigzagoons exchanged 'I love yous', and scampered away, no doubt to have a wonderfully cuddly night in each others' arms... and leaving Abra behind, rock-hard, drooling pre-come down his shaft, and unable to do anything at all about it. Deep in his mind, he whimpered. He was so horny he could barely stand it! For the same reason he was still a virgin, he hadn't had much time lately to play with himself, being more concerned during his waking hours with things like eating and washing himself. It had been weeks since he'd taken the time to have a good orgasm, and now he was sure those stupid rodents were going to give him blue balls without ever knowing he'd been there in the first place!

For a while, he tried to utilize telekinesis to stroke his prick in his sleep, but all that accomplished was a sensation of squeezing it, not the friction he needed to get off, and that just made it worse. Then he tried flooding his mind with the dirtiest images he could think of, trying to have a wet dream, but that didn't work either. Finally, his cheeks burning red, he decided that desperate measures were in order. Concentrating his energies, he expanded his awareness to spread out across a much larger area than his immediate surroundings, searching for active minds. It was the middle of the night, so there wasn't a lot to choose from, and he was really, really hoping not to have to go with one of the Weedles he found drinking sap from a tree, as Bug Pokémon kind of freaked him out. That's when he struck gold. Drinking casually from a stream a short distance away was another psychic Pokémon, a Drowzee, who despite his species' name was very much awake. Quietly, Abra had always thought that the name came from the vacant, somewhat derpy expression that seemed to be universal to the species, but that was hardly going to stop him from asking the other Pokémon for his help. He'd never actually done this before except when practicing with other Abra, but he figured it would work the same way. Instead of scanning the forest around him, Abra narrowed his mind to a laser focus on this one Drowzee, and then, his heart beating just a little faster despite his sleeping state, he tried to push his thoughts into the other Pokémon's mind.

Umm, excuse me? Abra asked, nervously. He hadn't even been sure it would work, but Drowzee responded by pulling his face away from the water, startled. "Who's there?" the Drowzee called, looking around, "You scared the... hello?" I'm, ah, n-not actually there, clarified Abra, I'm psychic, like you. Drowzee frowned and crossed his arms. This time, when he spoke, his lips didn't move. Oh. That would explain the tingle. Peering around again more slowly, perhaps looking through his own sixth sense for whoever was intruding, Drowzee 'sighed' mentally. You gonna tell me why you're in my head, or do I have to guess? Blushing, Abra tried to compose himself. Okay, here's the thing. I'm an Abra, and I'm actually asleep right now. Bending back down towards the water, Drowzee snickered somewhat derisively. "Stop the presses, an Abra is sleeping..." he muttered to himself. Abra frowned at that. Well, in his head, anyway. I'm aware of everything you say while we're linked like this, just FYI, he thought, flatly. Anyway, I've got a problem. See, these, uh, Zigzagoons came by and they, you know, had s-sex, uh, right next to me, without realizing I was here. And I tried to ignore them, but... I got, um, really, really horny. At this, Drowzee stopped drinking again, a somewhat unsettled expression on his face. Please tell me you're not using telepathy just to tell me you're turned on, thought Drowzee, I really don't want to have a pervert in my head... Blushing even harder, Abra suppressed the psychic equivalent of a whine. Look, I'm super horny and I can't wake myself up to do anything about it, he said, so I, uh... I'm asking for your help_. If you agree to, you know, assist me, you can have your way with me however you like, just as long as I can get off! Oh man, I can't_ believe I just said that... "I heard that part," whispered Drowzee aloud, grinning. Abra said nothing, just mentally buried his face in his hands.

After a moment of silent contemplation, Drowzee looked in Abra's general direction, probably able to sense the connection by now. Why are you asking me, anyway? He asked, Aren't there any lady Abras around? And what made you think I'd even be interested in helping a guy out like that anyway? Abra gave a psychic smirk at that. The fact that when I found you, you were daydreaming about spying on a Hitmonlee touching himself, that's what, he teased, I wouldn't have asked if I didn't already know you were gay. Or are you bi? Abra had to admit he was quietly pleased as he sensed the other Pokémon blushing for a change. Th-that's for me to know, and you to find out! Drowzee thought, crossly, before blushing even harder as he realized how that sounded in this context. Okay look, said Drowzee, after a moment, are you serious about all this? You really want me to come over there and, uh, molest you in your sleep? Abra let a little of his desperation through into his 'voice'. I know, I know, it's weird, but I'm desperate_!_ He insisted, I'm supposed to be meditating, but all I can think about is how badly I need to come! Drowzee poked a toe into the water, clearly thinking it over, though he had shielded his thoughts against Abra's intrusion once he'd realized he was there, so Abra just had to wait it out. Finally he shook his head, chuckling. What the hell, it'll make a good story, Drowzee thought, grinning to himself, Where can I find you? Abra, whose crotch was starting to get rather slick with pre-come, would have groaned with relief if he could have. You see that hill across the stream? He thought, Just follow that path, and then I'll lead you to me.

Truth be told, Abra had always assumed his first time would be with, as Drowzee had suggested, a female Abra. But as far as he knew, he was the only one of his kind in this particular forest tonight, and he'd be lying if he said he'd never been able to appreciate the appeal of another male before. Still, as Drowzee came closer and closer, Abra began to feel very nervous; despite how much time he spent doing it, it had never occurred to him that his first time would be while he was asleep! As the other male walked up, he put his hands on his hips and ran his eyes over Abra's slumbering form. "So here you are," he said, needlessly, "Wow, you really do need it, don't you?" Bending down to take a closer look, he picked up a twig from the ground nearby and poked Abra's erection with it curiously. Don't poke it with a stick! Abra exclaimed exasperatedly, What's the matter with you?! He blushed a little harder as Drowzee grinned, using the stick to lift one of Abra's hands, then letting it drop limply back down. "You really can't do anything at all, can you?" Drowzee asked, casually discarding the twig, "What if I do this?" He suddenly stepped in closer to the slumbering Pokémon, standing up straight and tall, obviously moving his groin towards the front of Abra's muzzle, and before he knew what was happening, Abra found himself face-to-face with Drowzee's genitals; the other male's penis had slipped out of its own pouch, presumably by the ideas conjured up by Abra's offer, but it wasn't fully hard yet. Drowzee leaned in close and gently rubbed his balls against Abra's nose. As Abra continued his deep, even breathing, he began to inhale the smell of Drowzee's blossoming arousal, shivering with unexpected pleasure as that masculine scent tickled his nostrils. H-Hey... thought Abra, more because he felt he should protest than because he actually didn't enjoy it. Fortunately, Drowzee didn't seem to notice when Abra's penis throbbed again, drooling more pre on himself. For his part, Drowzee just giggled and stepped away. "Sorry about that, I couldn't resist," he said, though his smile faded somewhat when he looked down and saw the same completely flat expression on the sleeping Pokémon's face. Kneeling back down and clearing his throat, Drowzee managed a grin while Abra surprised himself with the realization that he missed Drowzee's scent. "Well, this'll be interesting..." Drowzee muttered. Abra 'watched' with baited breath as Drowzee extended a hand towards his achingly needy cock, which pulsed from sheer anticipation as those fingers edged closer and closer... and then pulled away. Oh, come on! cried Abra telepathically. Drowzee was blushing now too. "Oh man... This is just so odd..." he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck again, "You'd better not be, like, a Xatu watching from the trees and trying to trick me into messing with an Abra fresh out of the egg!" If I was someone else, the Abra's dick wouldn't be so hard it hurts, and there wouldn't be pre everywhere, dammit! Abra complained, Now are you gonna touch me or not? Drowzee actually chuckled, and Abra wondered if he'd ever stop blushing at this rate. "Alright, you've convinced me," he teased, "That is definitely the sound of someone on the verge of getting blue balls."

Just like that, Drowzee leaned forward and wrapped his fingers around the other male's penis, and Abra made a psychic gasp, his body trembling in its sleep. Just the feeling of soft, warm fingers against his cock, the promise of release in the not-too-distant future, was such a relief that Abra wondered if he'd shed a tear of joy. As Drowzee began to stroke his shaft, he extended his other hand and took hold of Abra's scrotum, hefting it curiously and giving it a gentle squeeze. As he rolled Abra's balls around in his palm, he glanced up at the Pokémon's unresponsive face, before frowning slightly and redirecting his gaze to Abra's groin. "You know, you took a pretty big risk there," said Drowzee, conversationally, "I mean, I'm a total stranger, what if I'd been some kind of freakshow who wanted to eat your balls or something?" Even in his sleep, Abra's face winced slightly at those words, and his scrotum involuntarily tightened a little. I'm asleep, not comatose_, if you actually_ hurt me, I'd wake up, thought Abra, flatly, And if you know anything about Abras, you'll know that I'm still fully capable of teleporting, so if you even tried anything stupid, I'd be gone faster than a shiny Pikachu at a Pokéball factory! There was a moment of silence, and then Drowzee released Abra's testicles so he could rub the back of his neck self-consciously. "I, uh, I would never bite your balls off, for the record," he muttered, embarrassed, "I mean, we're strangers, so I wanted to be really clear about that." Now that the other Pokémon wasn't throwing quips at him, Abra found his self-effacing tone strangely endearing. But before he could acknowledge this clarification, Drowzee glanced back down at Abra's cock.

"...Hey, what if I didn't want to hurt you?" he asked, playfully, "What if I just wanted to, oh, I don't know..." Suddenly, he released the other male's cock, leaving it throbbing angrily in the night air as Abra cried out wordlessly with his mind, briefly disturbing the sleep of a Pidgey that responded by moving to another tree and forgetting about it. Drowzee giggled. "What if I wanted to tease you alllll night long without letting you come?" he asked, running the tip of one finger along the sensitive underside of Abra's dick. As a rather large dollop of pre-come ran down the shaft, splitting in two upon meeting Drowzee's finger, Abra actually managed to whimper out loud. Okay, okay, I'm helpless, I'm at your mercy, he thought, I - I'm trusting you not to torture me like that. To his great relief, Drowzee waved a hand dismissively and started stroking again. "Heh, I'm sorry, just messing with you," he said, "I couldn't resist, never been in a situation like this before." As he shifted his position, Abra realized that by now, Drowzee, too, was fully hard, and wondered what exactly the other Pokémon had in mind for his sleeping, virginal body. He didn't have to wait long, because soon Drowzee reached forward and took hold of Abra's hips. "Let's get a look at that rump of yours," he whispered, more to himself than Abra. But as Drowzee pulled the other male away from the tree, Abra's limp body slumped down, his head flopping back and his arms dangling flaccidly, like he was a puppet with all its strings cut. Reaching forward, Drowzee lifted Abra's head back up, blushing. "Oh, jeez, I'm sorry, I..." Drowzee said, trailing off as he looked into Abra's slumbering face and found it as blank and passive as before. Sighing, Drowzee set Abra back against the tree, in more or less the same position he'd been in before. "Argh, I'm sorry, this is just so weird..." muttered Drowzee, "I mean, It was kind of fun at first, but you're all limp and floppy and... you might as well be dead, man! I can't do things to you like this!" Abra was devastated. For once he kept his thoughts to himself. He barely even touched me... I'm gonna get blue balls for sure now! But while he was still reeling from this crippling blow, Drowzee sat down directly in front of Abra, a few feet away. Then he raised his hands beside his head and began to wiggle his fingers. There was something familiar about those movements, but Abra couldn't remember where he'd seen them before. Until he felt the psychic 'pressure' pushing in on his mind from outside. Wait! What are you doing? He asked, trying to push back. But the intrusion was strong, much stronger than Abra had expected. Relax, came Drowzee's voice, I've done this lots of times, just relax... Before Abra could protest any more, he suddenly felt something give, and then...

...And then Drowzee's arms fell limply down, his hands coming to rest on his thighs, neatly framing his erection, his head slumping down as if he'd fallen fast asleep on the spot. Before he could contemplate this, Abra realized he was no longer alone inside his head. As a Psychic Pokémon, he'd trained to envision his mind as a place he could go to gather his energies or focus his powers, though he found it tricky to balance his perception of the real world with interaction on his mental world; put simply, the more focus he put on the dream realm, the less he was able to concentrate on the world around him and the dangers outside, so he spent much of his time in his head simply sitting cross-legged, meditating in peace... at least when he wasn't horribly distracted by arousal he couldn't do anything about. Naturally, he didn't respond well to suddenly having company inside his mind, falling backwards out of his meditation position, yanking all his focus inwards as he lay there staring in shock at Drowzee, who stood there with his hands on his hips, looking around like a potential renter appraising the place. "What are you doing in here?!" Abra gasped, "How did you even get in here?!" Drowzee made a dismissive noise and grinned at the other Pokémon, raising his hands and wiggling them in a parody of the way he'd been doing it out in the real world. "Oh, don't look so shocked," said Drowzee, very matter-of-factly, "it wasn't that difficult, all things considered. Would have been harder if you were, well, anyone else, would have had to induce a trance first, but you were already asleep and in a psychically active state, all I had to do was get my mind on the same frequency and come into your dreamscape. Nice place you've got here, by the way." At the moment, the dreamscape resembled the very forest they were standing in, except it was a bright, sunny day, and they were on top of a bare hill in the middle of a meadow, not tucked away behind the trees. Abra didn't seem to notice the compliment, and continued to stare at him. "N-no offence, but I would have thought that kind of thing was beyond you..." he said, carefully. Drowzee just laughed. "Don't sound so surprised," he chuckled, "I know we look a bit out of it, but they call my kind 'the Hypnosis Pokémon', remember? Dream Eater only works when they're asleep. If I was a Hypno, I bet I could do this when you were wide awake without you even noticing." His eyes travelled down Abra's frame, and the other Pokémon blushed as he realized he was still hard and needy, even in here. "As for why I'm in here... you just seem a lot livelier inside your head than out there in the woods, hehe..."

Heart beating faster, Abra smiled shyly. "Umm, I spend my time sleeping meditating and keeping an eye on the area around me, I'm not really that experienced with dreams..." he admitted, "So, uh, how is this supposed to work?" Moving a little closer, Drowzee tilted a head curiously. "Wait, all that power in that head of yours, and you don't know how to control your dreams?" he asked, his smile expanding. "...I can't resist," continued Drowzee, grinning playfully, before he grabbed Abra by the shoulders and leaned in close. "Quick!" he cried, "Whatever you do, don't think about your most embarrassing sexual fantasy!" Abra's eyes went as wide as saucers, which was extremely rare for this particular species, whose psychic senses were so powerful many of them didn't bother opening their eyes even when they were awake. It was an obvious trap, but a time-tested one. Despite Abra's best efforts, now that the idea had been planted in his mind, he couldn't not think about a shameful fantasy he'd once sworn he would never tell to anyone else. "No! Don't!" he cried, but it was too late, as the forest around them shifted and changed, to become a decidedly different scene...

They were somewhere on the seashore, specifically about fifty feet off the beach, and the only sounds on the cloudless day were gentle waves, an incredibly deep groaning, and Drowzee's laughter. Abra writhed and wiggled, unable to keep from shivering with obscene pleasure even as his cheeks burned bright and hot from the embarrassment. He was lying on the stomach of a Wailord, who floated on his back and trembled with pleasures of his own, though that was fairly obvious, given that his erection, which was bigger than Abra was, was visibly throbbing and spurting hot, sticky whale semen all over the prone form of the Psychic Pokémon, soaking him from head to toe with bountiful jets of wet, gooey come. Drowzee, who stood on Wailord's chin, just watched with a delighted expression on his face. "You know, I don't know what I was expecting," commented Drowzee, "But it sure as hell wasn't this. You're much kinkier than I thought, Abra." "Th-this is n-not fair!" sputtered Abra, who knew very well that this imaginary Wailord was never going to stop ejaculating, "I d-didn't even invite you into my head, and now you're looking at my p-perviest thoughts!" Drowzee nodded thoughtfully at that, scratching his chin. "You know, maybe you're right. Maybe starting with the most embarrassing one was cruel..." he said, "Why don't we look at your favourite fantasy instead?" "Oh, c-come on!" cried Abra, but once again, it was too late. He was still wet, and still hot, but at least it wasn't from Wailord sperm. He and Drowzee sat in a very warm, very luxurious hot spring, the kind up in the mountains visited by the rich. On one side of Abra was a rather shapely female of his species who couldn't keep her hands off him, kissing his cheek and whispering in his ear about how strong his mind was and how much that turned her on. On the other side, a male Espurr watched the couple none-too-subtly (though to be fair, it seemed the species as a whole was incapable of not staring hard at whatever they happened to be looking at), unable to keep his hands off himself. Meanwhile, the spring itself was surrounded by Psychic Pokémon of both genders, walking around nude and offering the various bathers refreshments or towels, or just as frequently, throwing poses for no apparent reason as they winked in Abra's direction, their flesh glistening with sweat from the ambient heat. "You know," said Drowzee, leaning back and basking in the warmth, "The whole sweaty-posing thing usually works better with, like, Machokes, or Lucarios... something muscular." As the female climbed onto his lap, whimpering with need and asking him to be gentle, Abra glared at Drowzee. "Enough!" he yelled, exactly as the mountain around them started to tremble, tiny rocks running down the nearby hills. None of the Pokémon around them seemed to notice, but Drowzee's smile melted away, and he seemed worried. "Okay, it would be bad for you to get upset..." he muttered, more to himself than to Abra, who was struggling against the female who was even now attempting to mount herself on his stubbornly rigid penis. "Stop this!" Abra demanded, "Or I swear, I'll -" Drowzee held up his hands apologetically. "Alright! Alright!" he said, self-consciously, "I'm stopping it, I'm stopping it!"

Just like that, the hot spring and all its occupants vanished around them, and they were once again standing in the forest they'd started in. Even the water and sweat had vanished from their skin, the way that the copious Wailord seed had disappeared from Abra without a trace. Abra whirled on the intruder in his mind and pointed a finger accusingly. "Get out!" he demanded, "All you've done since you found me is make fun of me and humiliate me! I'd rather have blue balls than have to put up with you any longer, just go!" Drowzee responded not with anger, but by letting his head hang down in shame. "...I'm sorry," he finally said, "I just..." He looked up slightly, enough to look Abra in the eye (even though the other Pokémon had once again closed his eyes), and, unexpectedly, blushed. "Look, I... I'm a virgin too," Drowzee admitted, "And I was really, really nervous, so I... I wanted to impress you by showing off my powers." Abra blushed along with him and scratched at the back of his neck. "Who s-says I'm a virgin?" he asked, embarrassed, before the rest of that sentence caught up to him. "Wait, you were... trying to impress me?" Drowzee nodded, looking genuinely ashamed of himself. "I didn't mean to pry, by the way," he said, "It's just, er, when I was setting up the connection, you kept thinking it to yourself over and over, 'I'm gonna lose my cherry, I'm gonna lose my cherry', it was kind of hard not to notice. And uh, yeah, I was trying to impress you with all the dream manipulation stuff. I just got a bit carried away... T-tell you what, before I go, just so we're even..." Drowzee made a face like he'd bitten into something rotten, sighed, and snapped his fingers.

Suddenly, Abra found himself behind what appeared to be a Human school, late at night, unseen Kriketots chirping happily away. He wasn't sure what this meant or why Drowzee had said that until he turned around... and realized, slowly, what this was and where those other sounds were coming from. As Drowzee gasped and moaned, Abra tried (and failed) to hide his smile. "...This is your most embarrassing fantasy, isn't it?" Abra said, after a while. Drowzee's mouth was busy at that point, so he just nodded energetically. "Let me get this straight," Abra continued, stroking his chin thoughtfully, "A Tangela, a Tentacruel, and an Omastar... and you in a schoolgirl costume. I just have one question. Where does the Kakuna come in?" Reaching up and (with some effort) removing a glistening tentacle from his mouth, a blushing Drowzee grunted and frowned. "Okay, th-there, we're - oooh! - we're even now, c-can we just go?" As he spoke, movement caught Abra's eye, and he turned to witness a Koffing coming around the corner of the school. "Oh jeez, not this part! Turn it off! Turn it off!" insisted an even more embarrassed Drowzee. Abra snickered out loud and crossed his arms. "You mean I have to give the word?" he asked, delighted, "I dunno, Drowzee, I kinda wanna see how this plays out..." Suddenly, a somewhat acrid smell hit Abra's nostrils, one he was unfamiliar with; not unpleasant as much as it was stinging. And then he did a double-take as he saw a very large, very happy-looking Muk come sloshing around the corner, eyes locked on Drowzee's pert behind. "Right then," deadpanned Abra, who was no longer grinning, "Turning it off." Drowzee moaned in relief (at least, Abra thought it was relief), at least until Abra spoke up again. "Hey! Whatever you do, don't think about your favourite fantasy!"

Drowzee let out one startled (and somewhat muffled) cry before everything changed again; this time, Abra blinked, unable to see anything. Then his senses adjusted to the dim light and he realized he was in a cave. More specifically, he was in a Pokémon nest, the kind he occasionally huddled in with small groups of other Abra for warmth during the cold season. Well, not so much 'huddled' as 'flopped together in a big pile', given their usual level of activity, really. But as he looked around, he was surprised by what he found on the ground ahead of him; Drowzee lay on his side, on a woven leaf bed, in the arms of a male Hypno who kept kissing the back of his neck and stroking the smaller Pokémon's side, whispering sweet nothings to him. It was such a warm, tender moment that it took Abra almost a full minute to realize that the Hypno's other hand was slowly fondling Drowzee's package, getting his fingers smeared with pre-come, and now that he looked closer, the bigger Pokémon also had an erection of his own, one he was grinding gently against Drowzee's backside, something he'd once heard called 'hotdogging'. "Oh! Uhh..." Abra trailed off, not sure what to say. Drowzee peeked over his shoulder at him, looking more embarrassed than anything else. "Well, you wanted my favourite fantasy? This is it," he muttered, "What? Just because I fantasize about tentacle Pokémon and cross-dressing doesn't mean I don't have normal fantasies." He sighed, looking away again. "I just... I'm terrible with meeting people," Drowzee admitted, "I mean, I know we're both virgins and everything, but I'm all awkward and nervous and stupid-looking... the highlight of my whole week was happening to stumble across a Hitmonlee touching himself, that's why I was thinking about it at the stream." "Shhhh, it's okay, sweetie, just relax..." whispered the Hypno, in a way Abra found strangely touching. Drowzee sighed again. "So I fall asleep at night wishing I was in the arms of a b-bigger, stronger Pokémon who loves me," he said, somewhat defensively, "Big whoop. Is that s-so much to ask?" Abra actually felt a little abashed about this, averting his eyes from the spooning Pokémon, toeing at the ground self-consciously. "No, no, it's no big deal, it's just... you came across to me as super confident, really worldly... I just wasn't expecting your favourite fantasy to be so, uh, vanilla." As if on cue, the Hypno leaned forward and gave the back of his lover's neck a smooch, a distinct mwah sound. "I love you, little brother," he whispered. Abra snickered, his smile returning. "I stand corrected." Drowzee had started squirming in the Hypno's embrace, blushing almost as hard as he'd been in the midst of those tentacles. "W-wait! No! That's - that's out of context!" he protested, "It's a - it's just a pet name!" Abra smirked and crossed his arms. "Suuuuure it is."

Once the warm cave and its cuddly contents had been dismissed, and the forest area returned, Drowzee turned to Abra and smiled slightly. "Alright, so I guess we're even now. I'll just get going and -" He turned to leave, Abra feeling the connection between them becoming more nebulous, but stopped when Abra reached out and grabbed his hand. "Wait! I, uh..." he was already blushing pretty hard, so he just shrugged, smiled, and went for it, "M-maybe you were kind of a dick earlier, but you did make up for it... and I didn't realize there was such a softie hidden underneath. Do you want to, umm... try again?" For a moment, it looked like Drowzee didn't remember why he was in Abra's head in the first place, having gotten sidetracked by all the silliness they'd gotten into since then. Then a big, wide smile crossed his face, and he nodded energetically. "Oh, yes!" he cried, "That would be awesome!" After a moment, though, he looked around and frowned. "We can't just do it here, though, if the dreamscape is altered by random passing thoughts, it could be really distracting..." At that exact moment, a familiar looking Omastar peeked out from behind a tree and winked at Drowzee, who frowned and crossed his arms. "Speaking of which..." Abra grinned embarrassedly and shrugged. "Sorry, I was just thinking about the schoolgirl thing again..." Drowzee rolled his eyes as he raised his hands, beginning to wiggle them again. "Well, it just serves to illustrate my point nicely," he said. Abra felt an unfamiliar tingle in his mind, and frowned, unnerved. "Wh-what point is that?" he asked. Drowzee winked at him. "We need to go deeper."

Suddenly, with a very strange sensation Abra had never experienced before while in this state, the entire world around them shifted and transformed, coming to a halt again to reveal that they now stood on a jutting clifftop overlooking a rather beautiful valley. The sun was just going down, casting a soft orange glow over the entire world. But where the forest had been a vague representation of the idea of a forest, blurry and indistinct at the edges, this place was sharp and crystal-clear, like the real world. In fact, Abra blushed as he realized he recognized this place, and had actually been here. "Where - what did you do?" he asked, deliberately facing away from Drowzee to hide his self-consciousness. "We're deeper inside your mind, where random surface thoughts won't bother us," said Drowzee, casually, "Sorry if it was a bit disorienting. Hey, watch this; quick, think of a Nidoking with a gigantic cock!" Abra looked around. Absolutely nothing happened. "Uhh..." "You see?" asked Drowzee, triumphantly, "We can get down to business in here and nobody will bother us. Though in retrospect, that one wouldn't have been so bad..." Abra cleared his throat and asked "S-so... how did you know about this place?" while intently staring at a stone off to the side. He could hear the shrug in the other Pokémon's voice. "I have absolutely no idea where this is," he said, "This is the first time I've gone this deep, usually just pop into someone's dreams and pop back out, but I think the idea is that this is someplace your subconscious thinks would be appropriate to fool around in." Abra blushed a little harder at that and smiled slightly. That sounded about right. It was on this clifftop, not far from where he was standing at the moment, that a younger Abra had first discovered the joys of pleasuring himself. He almost chuckled from the memory, sitting on the edge, legs dangling and twitching beneath him, so overwhelmed by the pleasure at the end that he'd almost teetered right over the side. He still would have been fine, of course, as he'd just have teleported somewhere safe, but it was a funny memory to think his first orgasm had almost made him fall off a cliff.

Lost in personal nostalgia, Abra yelped in surprise as Drowzee laid a hand on his shoulder from behind. "Whoa! Didn't mean to startle you!" said a rather surprised Drowzee, "Uhh, I was just gonna ask if you wanted to get started." Turning around to face the other male, Abra swallowed nervously. "Oh, right... uhh... how do you want to get started?" he asked, trembling from anticipation. Drowzee smiled, his trunk-like nose wiggling eagerly. "Well, I was thinking... something like this." With that, Drowzee leaned forward, his nose casually slipping to the side, moving out of the way so he could kiss Abra, who stiffened in surprise before sighing deeply through his nostrils, raising his hands and resting them on the other Pokémon's shoulders. Abra had never experienced anything like this before, and shuddered with pleasure as he felt Drowzee's tongue teasing at his own, as he nervously slid it forward to explore his new lover's mouth. Drowzee's lips weren't particularly soft or yielding, but then Abra suspected his weren't either, as the seam of his mouth was practically invisible when it was closed. Just as he was getting used to this new experience, he broke off the kiss to gasp in shock, feeling Drowzee's fingers closing around his penis, which had started to soften from all the screwing around they'd done in his mind, only to grow more rigid again as the fire was stoked within him again. "Oh!" he cried, shuddering, earning himself a soft chuckle from Drowzee. "Mmm, you like that?" the other male asked, "Let me tell you, my hands can work more than one kind of magic, heh heh..." Abra blushed, but managed to frown. "That's t-terrible..." he muttered, "Shut up and k-kiss me again!" Drowzee laughed at that, only too happy to comply.

A short time later, Drowzee broke off the kiss, leaning back to look Abra in the eyes, and Abra realized the other male was trembling too, reminding himself this was Drowzee's first time as well. "I - I can't wait any longer..." murmured Drowzee, blushing, "I want to... Can I please taste you?" Abra tilted his head to the side, his tail twitching curiously. "You mean, uh, you wanna use Dream Eater on me?" he asked, somewhat confused. Drowzee just blushed harder and subconsciously glanced down for a moment. "No, no, I... I wanna s-suck your cock." Abra had to resist the urge to moan, just from the idea that Drowzee was this enthusiastic about his body already. "Oh, wow, that sounds great," he whispered, somewhat dazed, "Where do you want to, uhh..." With a decidedly impatient air about him, Drowzee pointed to the ground next to them, where a bed of neatly-woven vines and leaves, somewhat out of place atop this stony cliff, popped into existence in perfect time with the psychic Pokémon saying 'Bam!', complete with a little puff of dramatic smoke. "There, a nice soft bed," said Drowzee, none-too-subtly pushing Abra towards it. "W-wait a second," Abra said, frowning, "I thought you said we couldn't do that here?" As Abra was laid down on his back, Drowzee, who was now openly staring at his lover's penis, shook his head. "No, we can't do that by accident," he said, "I had to concentrate to bring us this bed. Now, do you want me to blow you or not?"

Not having any problems with that plan, Abra lay back obediently as his legs were spread apart and Drowzee lay down between them, crawling forward until Abra shivered at the sensation of Drowzee's warm breath on his genitals. He tried to act casual, but couldn't help but whimper out loud as the other male gently cupped his testicles, which had emerged from their hiding place as he got more and more worked up. "Sorry to keep you waiting for so long," whispered Drowzee, breathily, "Just relax, buddy, and enjoy it..." With that, he leaned forward and began to lick at Abra's stiff prick, bathing the sensitive flesh in his saliva. Abra sighed with relief at the warm, wet sensation, squirming as the other male teased him with his surprisingly agile tongue. But before too long, and completely without warning, Drowzee took Abra's cock into his mouth, and the Psi Pokémon moaned out loud. The wet, velvety heat of Drowzee's maw was so much better than his own hand had ever been that Abra was genuinely shocked. "Oh - oh man, that feels so good..." Abra whimpered, moving his three-fingered hands to hold tightly onto Drowzee's head. Glancing up as this happened, Drowzee responded by sucking in his cheeks and squeezing Abra's shaft, running his tongue along his lover's dick in a corkscrew pattern, teasing at the sensitive head even as his fingers gently squeezed and massaged his balls. As he shuddered again, his cock throbbing in Drowzee's mouth and leaking flavourful pre-come onto his tongue, Abra groaned softly and let go of Drowzee's head, lying back against the soft leaves and focusing on the sensations his new lover was bringing him.

The minutes passed, and though the clifftop was assailed by the sound of wind brushing gently through the distant trees, and the cries of unseen Flying Pokémon as they soared through the air in the early evening light, the only things that Abra could hear were his own heart thundering in his ears and the quiet slurping noises that resulted as Drowzee suckled his achingly hard length. He'd never felt pleasure like this, and after only a few minutes, he was whimpering and squirming, feeling his inevitable release creeping up on him. "D-Drowzee, s-slow down," he moaned, "I - I'm getting close..." Drowzee groaned around his length, but didn't react otherwise. Anxiously, Abra put his hands on Drowzee's head, yet couldn't bring himself to push the other male off of his cock, to make that exquisite pleasure end. He fought as hard as he could, but he was rapidly losing, and he knew it. Before too long, the point of no return was hurtling towards him, urged on by Drowzee's soft, teasing tongue. "Oh - oh man, oh man..." Abra whimpered, trembling. "I - I... I'm coming!" Gasping out loud, the Pokémon arched his back, his yellow body lifting away from the leaves and vines, every muscle in his body stiffening as he cried out, pleasure surging through him. His prick began to throb and spasm in Drowzee's mouth, spurting thick, gooey strands of hot, wet come against his lover's tongue and cheeks, coating the inside of Drowzee's mouth with his seed and trembling helplessly as he was wracked with ecstasy. For his part, Drowzee just moaned around Abra's cock and sucked even harder, rubbing his tongue along the pulsing underside of his lover's dick, trying to find a balance between savouring the flavour of the smaller male's semen and swallowing it down hungrily to make sure he didn't spill any.

When Abra finally sagged back down against the bed, moaning with relief as he settled amongst the leaves, Drowzee swallowed one last time and leaned back, his lover's cock slipping out of his mouth and briefly leaving a bridge of semen back to his lips. Abra tried to say something, anything, feeling like the moment deserved it. An apology for coming so quickly? Gratitude to the other Pokémon for helping him scratch that itch? An offer to return the favour? But all that came out when he opened his mouth was a long, quiet moan, still lost in afterglow. "Ohhhhhhh..." Drowzee chuckled slightly, wiping his lips off on the back of his arm. "Liked that, did you?" he asked, softly, "I'm not surprised, I thought I was gonna drown for a minute there. You were really backed up!" Blushing again, Abra self-consciously rubbed at his upper arm and shrugged. "W-well, when you have to sleep all day, you barely have time to eat, much less, uh, you know..." he said, smiling slightly, "I guess I was a few weeks overdue..." Drowzee laughed at that and then moved forward, lying down next to Abra on the leaf bed and taking him in his arms. As he leaned in to kiss the other male, Drowzee's leg brushed Abra's still-glistening penis, and he stopped in place, then leaned back and looked down. Despite the impressive amount of seed he'd spilled, Abra wasn't even down to half-mast yet. Smiling slyly, Drowzee reached down and closed his fingers around Abra's dick again. "...You know, Abra, it looks like you're not even done yet, I bet we could get another round out of you!" He leaned in and licked Abra's cheek, whispering "And I bet you'd last longer, at that. How would you feel about both of us losing our virginities?" Down below, Abra's erection immediately throbbed in Drowzee's grip, drooling a little leftover come onto his hand. Drowzee just laughed. "Looks like we're in agreement about that!"

Suddenly, the world around them shifted again, the sunset cliff melting away to reveal... a large, enclosed room, lined with all kinds of objects Abra didn't recognize. The window revealed a sky full of stars and a sign with a fancy script on it, the only word on which that Abra recognized was 'hotel'. Taking hold of one of the frilly fabric things hanging down on either side of the window and rubbing his fingers along it, Abra frowned, looking around and trying to understand. "What - what is this place?" he asked, "Some kind of Human nest?" He scratched at his head and let go of the fabric. "I've spent a lot of time around Human towns, plenty of corners to sleep in," he commented, "That's how I recognized that school where you were getting -" Drowzee blushed and loudly cleared his throat, and Abra shrugged and moved on. "...But I've never been inside any of their buildings before." Drowzee nodded and shrugged himself. "It's called a 'hotel room', but I'm not entirely sure what it is, to be honest," he said, admiring himself in a mirror the height of a fully grown Human, "I got it from a dream I ate once, couple of hikers camping in the woods. Same place I got the idea for the schoolgirl thing, actually, funny story... You know, this one was kinda similar, as it happens, I just figured you'd like it better without the two Human females making out on the bed." Abra turned to the large, flat surface at the end of the room, which was so much bigger than him he hadn't recognized it as a bed right away. As Drowzee climbed on top of it, he turned around and sat on the edge, scratching his nose thoughtfully. "I've always wanted to go down on a guy..." he murmured, "You tasted really good. I wonder, since it had a flavour in here, does that mean you've tasted your own come?" Abra said nothing, just gave the other male a dirty look... and blushed.

Drowzee surprised Abra by grabbing onto him as he climbed up on the bed, pulling him in close and giving him a big smooch. The two Pokémon fell backwards onto the bed together, reaching out to embrace each other as they kissed, caressing each other's sides and snuggling in close. As Abra began to feel the warmth re-kindling inside him, one of his ears twitched as he heard strange, saxophone-heavy music begin to softly play from somewhere in the room. He broke off the kiss and looked at Drowzee, silently raising an eyebrow. His lover just shrugged. "Just go with it," Drowzee suggested, and Abra thought that was a fine idea, leaning in to kiss his clever new friend again even as he boldly took hold of Drowzee's cock. After a few minutes of this, Drowzee broke off the kiss and looked shyly into the other male's eyes. "So, um, maybe I should have asked this earlier, but, uh..." he cleared his throat before continuing, "Do you want to be the, uh, the pitcher or the catcher?" Abra thought about it for a long moment before answering. "I have no idea what that means," he finally admitted. Drowzee blushed and sighed. "Damn. I got that from eating some guy's dream the other day, I was hoping I wouldn't have to spell it out... Okay, do you want to be the top or the bottom?" Abra knew those terms at least, but Drowzee helpfully accompanied them with descriptive hand gestures. Abra giggled before answering. "Well, I'd rather be the bottom, if it's all the same to you..." he requested, feeling his tail twitching behind him, giving away his agitation and excitement. Fortunately, Drowzee just smiled. "I was hoping you'd say that." Abra licked the other male's trunk-like nose, which twitched in surprise. "Oh yeah? After what the Omastar was doing, I thought we'd have to flip a coin or something..." Drowzee laughed even as he blushed, and retaliated by pouncing on Abra and kissing him hungrily.

After a few moments of this, they broke it off, and after Drowzee explained that because this was a mental realm, they didn't have to worry about 'contamination', Abra somewhat reluctantly allowed his lover to try something else he'd dreamed about doing; licking and slurping at Abra's tight, virginal anus. As that tongue teased at his back door, Abra, who lay face down with his butt in the air and both hands over his face, cleared his throat and spoke up. "S-so, uhh, I g-guess you really like using your m-mouth on other guys, huh?" he asked, trembling nervously, "Well, in theory, I mean, s-since this is your first t-time..." Drowzee wasn't much in the mood for conversation, though, and just sighed contentedly as he continued to lick his lover's entrance. Abra let out a squeal of pleasure and embarrassment as that nimble tongue pressed into his backside, squirming on the bed as it worked its way inside him, his still-hard cock starting to drool pre onto the fine sheets beneath them. After a while of this, he whimpered with need, wanting something more substantial. "P-please, Drowzee, you're making me c-crazy..." he moaned, "Can we please get s-started? I'm so horny..." With a noise that sounded distinctly regretful, Drowzee pulled away from Abra's behind, planting a chaste kiss on one of his buttocks as if saying goodbye. When Abra started to move, Drowzee pointed at him. "Hey, don't you go anywhere," he said, "Just need to get this." Getting up, he walked across the oversized bed and retrieved a plastic tube from the little table next to the bed. Abra wasn't convinced it had been there before. He'd seen something vaguely similar before, used by Pokémon trainers he'd watched from a distance, containing a kind of lotion that was used to treat burn wounds on their injured Pokémon. Without waiting for the obvious question, Drowzee explained. "This is called lube," he said, informatively, "Found out about it from that same guy with the weird names for topping and bottoming. Humans rub it on their parts, and it makes things nice and slippery when they do it." Abra had been secretly afraid this whole time about how much it might hurt, and was quietly relieved to hear that. "Oh, okay," he said, as if it were no big deal, but Drowzee looked over at him and winked. Abra had never met anyone who could read him so effortlessly, but then he'd never met anyone else who'd been inside his mind, either.

Abra whimpered a little as Drowzee slipped a lubed-up finger under his tail, to get him nice and slick and ready, but for the most part he thought he was handling the anxiety fairly well. "Wow, you're really tight," said Drowzee, conversationally, as he continued to finger the other male, "it's a good thing I'm about your size, things might have gotten ugly if you'd found, like, a Tyranitar in the woods or something..." Blushing, Abra chose to focus on the more harmless part of that statement. "Wh-what would a wild Tyranitar be doing out in the woods?" he asked, "They live up in the m-mountains, the forest would be c-crawling with trainers if you could find those guys in there..." Drowzee just chuckled, and Abra blushed a little harder, focusing on the breathing exercises his mother had taught him to deal with a great deal of stress... although of course the stress in that case was trying to move a rather large rock with your mind, not waiting to be buggered by a smart-ass (yet strangely personable) Drowzee. Abra was still quietly impressed with how calm he was keeping as he savoured the feeling of Drowzee's fingers gently rubbing against his inner walls. He even managed to swallow the yelp that wanted to escape when Drowzee suddenly yanked his fingers out and climbed up close behind him, placing his hands on Abra's hips. "Now now, can't do much with that in the way," chided Drowzee gently, poking at the other Pokémon's wide, thick tail with a fingertip. Abra hadn't realized he'd snapped the errant limb down once Drowzee's hand was no longer in place. "S-sorry..." he muttered, moving to rectify the situation, flagging it up higher and revealing his backside once again. "That's it, lift that tail for me," teased Drowzee, quietly, "Show me how much you want it..." Drowzee may have been a psychic Pokémon, but Abra made a silent prayer to Arceus that the other male wasn't reading his mind just then, because if Drowzee found out how much his words were turning Abra on... His mind was brought to other things with a gasp as he felt the tip of Drowzee's erection, also nicely lubricated, gently brushing against Abra's soft, pert buttocks. "Oh boy, here we go..." whispered Drowzee, mostly to himself, "You, uh, you ready?" "Y-yes..." replied Abra, gathering fistfuls of the silken sheets beneath them in his hands as he trembled with anticipation. He inhaled sharply as he felt Drowzee's cock touch his virgin anus, and after lingering there a moment, as if savouring the contact, Drowzee began to push forward.

At first, all Abra felt was pressure, closing his eyes (but peeking with his sixth sense) as Drowzee began to push harder and harder, the stubborn muscle beneath Abra's tail doing all it could to deny him entry. He opened his mouth to suggest to Drowzee that maybe if they tried another position, it would go in easier, but all that came out was a loud, surprised cry as his backside chose that very moment to surrender, and the other male's cock suddenly pushed inside him, burying about a third of his length inside Abra's tight rear with the very first shove. Abra tensed up from head to toe, squeezing down hard on the penis within him as he sucked in a hard breath, tears in the corners of his eyes. Across the room, next to a bucket of ice with a bottle of wine in it, a drinking glass exploded into fragments, though the Pokémon on the bed were more concerned with matters closer at hand. "Oh - oh man - oh - oh Drowzee, I - I d-didn't know it would hurt that much..." Abra managed to whimper, after a few moments. Behind him, Drowzee bent forward, pressing his tubby stomach and chest against the other male's back and hugged him. "I'm sorry, Abra, I didn't know it would give out all at once like that," he said, sounding genuinely apologetic, "Do - do you want to stop? Cause I'll pull out if you want..." He started backing away at that very moment, but Abra just whimpered again. "Wait! Stop!" he cried, "Don't move at all! It - it hurts when you move... J-just give me a bit to get used to it, for the p-pain to go away..." Abra felt Drowzee's nose rub against his back as his lover nodded, and then he felt the other Pokémon begin to kiss and nuzzle at his neck. "...Wh-what are you doing?" Abra asked, after a few moments. "What do you think I'm doing? I'm trying to make you feel better," replied Drowzee, going back to trailing kisses along the other male's neck. To Abra's surprise, he got so distracted by these tender actions that before he realized it, his backside stopped hurting and his muscles all relaxed. Sighing with relief, he began to push back against the kisses he was being rewarded with, smiling self-consciously as he spoke up again. "You... you can start moving again if you want, Drowzee..." He immediately cringed, cursing himself for what he thought of as a stupid choice of words. Why on Earth wouldn't Drowzee want to start moving again? But the other Pokémon didn't say a word, didn't so much as snicker, he just started pushing with his hips again.

Inch by inch, bit by bit, Drowzee pressed forward and buried his tapered prick in Abra's slick, warm, and more than anything else tight rump, and all the while the Psi Pokémon trembled and whimpered, finding that now that the pain had gone, all he wanted in the world was to feel more of that dick inside him, stretching out his formerly virginal inner walls and making itself at home. Even without reading his mind, Abra could tell Drowzee was actively holding himself back from just slamming it home and hilting himself all at once, even moving slower than he'd like to, wanting to make sure it didn't hurt Abra again, which the yellow psychic found very touching. Finally, both males sighed out loud in relief as Drowzee's pelvis pressed against Abra's buttocks, their scrotums brushing against each other. "Ohhhhhhh maaaaan..." moaned Abra, softly, "I feel so full..." Behind him, Drowzee sighed exaggeratedly. "Well, it's official," he said, "I'll never be as satisfied with just my hand again." Abra actually laughed at that, though he sighed immediately afterwards, feeling Drowzee pulling back out. Even though he knew full well what was about to happen, he couldn't help but frown as that full feeling left him, instinctively clenching down on the cock within him as if trying to imprison it there. Fortunately, when only the very end of Drowzee's manhood remained within his lover, the chubby male reversed direction, burying his length back inside Abra's rear, to their mutual delight. Soon, the real fun began, as Drowzee started a constant motion, thrusting into Abra's rump again and again, both lovers panting with desire. At first, the thrusting hurt Abra, just a little, but it very quickly faded away, and then was replaced with a whole new kind of pleasure he'd never experienced before. He moaned softly as the head of Drowzee's prick bumped into a certain spot inside him and a pulse of pleasure spread throughout his backside and tingled along his nervous system. As the coupling continued, the nervousness and worry began to fade away the same way the pain had, and soon Abra was smiling from ear to ear, thoroughly enjoying the moment.

The two Pokémon continued their energetic lovemaking for some time, their grunts and sighs filling the room around them, along with the rhythmic creaking of the bed and that curious saxophone music. As they'd gotten more used to it, Abra had started pushing back against his lover's thrusts, wanting to feel more, feel it deeper, and Drowzee had started thrusting faster, harder, their bodies slapping together each time he sheathed himself in Abra's tight rear. By now, Abra's cock was drooling pre-come rather steadily onto the sheets below them, and his attention was divided pretty equally between the kisses and licks and nibbles that continued to be lavished upon him, and of course the thick, rigid dick that pushed into his rear, spreading his inner walls and making itself at home again and again and again. He could only imagine how Drowzee felt, as those same inner walls squeezed and clutched tenderly, needily, along his length. Eventually, Abra inhaled sharply as he felt Drowzee shift a hand to take hold of Abra's cock, stroking it and teasing his fingertips along the sensitive flesh. "Wh-when I first heard you calling me, I was s-sure you were gonna be some p-prick who just wanted to mess with me..." Drowzee whispered, "Everybody looks down on Drowzees, they say we look s-stupid or make up bullshit stories about us - nnnnfff... about us being horrible p-perverts who use our hypnosis t-to make people our slaves... But you were so honest, so desperate, s-so alone... all I wanted to do was impress you, Abra... so I wouldn't have to be so lonely anymore..." Abra whimpered, and not just from the enormous amount of pleasure he was feeling. Deep down, he had been a little put off by the reputation of his new lover's species at first, but he'd needed to get off so bad that he had chosen to trust Drowzee, a choice he didn't regret in the slightest. "I... I understand," he finally said, "My kind s-spend so much time asleep that even when we're t-together with a group of other Abra, it's like we're the only ones there... I know I thought you were an asshole at first, but I've n-never had anyone else inside m-my mind, Drowzee, and I... I'm glad it was you." Above him, Drowzee whimpered too, and Abra smiled slightly, choosing to interpret that sound as an emotional reaction, not just a physical one. "Oh, Abra, I'm s-so close..." Drowzee moaned, his voice tinged with regret, "I'm gonna c-come..." Abra's erection pulsed in Drowzee's hand and leaked an impressively-sized dollop of pre onto the bed, which was positively glistening with the stuff by now, and damp with their sweat wherever their bodies touched the sheets. "M-me too!" Abra replied, "D-don't pull out, come inside me, I want to feel it!" Drowzee just groaned incoherently in response and began to stroke his lover's cock hard and fast, his hand a blur on the other male's shaft. Abra had already climaxed this night, however, and it wasn't quite enough to push him over the line before Drowzee.

The first Abra realized of this was when he felt Drowzee tense up above him, groaning long and loud, the one-armed embrace he was still giving Abra tightening even as the stroking of his lover's cock faltered for a moment. With a grunt, Drowzee pulled back and then slammed home one last time, burying himself balls-deep in Abra's tight ass just as his orgasm overwhelmed him. His prick began to throb and twitch as he ejaculated hard, pumping hot, sticky come into his lover's backside, coating Abra's tight inner walls with his rather bountiful seed. For his part, Abra stiffened and gasped out loud as he felt the warmth spreading within him; the knowledge that Drowzee was climaxing inside him was enough in and of itself to push him over the edge... though of course the hand tightly gripping his cock and stroking it furiously helped. Crying out in ecstasy, Abra joined his lover in release, his erection pulsing against Drowzee's fingers, spurting long, thick strands of wet, glistening semen down to the bed in time with the explosions of pleasure that rocked his body, which seemed to go on and on and on as he emptied his balls onto the sheets. Meanwhile, as he discovered, it was also in perfect time with the involuntary clenching of his backside, which squeezed and massaged Drowzee's twitching dick, each Pokémon's orgasm dragging his lover's own climax out for as long as they could stand, holding onto each other for dear life as they came and came and came.

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Meanwhile, in other, less metaphorical realms, a Bidoof wandered the forest at night, looking for something to eat. As he sniffed around at the base of a tree, he picked up a peculiar scent, and crossed the little meadow, peeking behind a tree to discover a most unusual scene; an Abra sat against a tree, sound asleep, which admittedly wasn't all that odd, but a few feet in front of him, directly facing him, was a Drowzee, sitting comfortably on the ground, also fast asleep. And the most curious detail; both of them sported impressive erections, the source of that odd scent, which had to be the mingled pheromones of the two males, who were obviously highly aroused, as even in their sleep, their penises leaked a steady stream of pre-come down their occasionally-twitching shafts, running off their balls before pooling beneath them, soaking into the soil. Bidoof inched closer, spying something glistening in the grass in front of Abra, sniffing curiously as he approached, only to have the question of what it was answered for him rather dramatically as the Drowzee behind him suddenly stiffened and grunted as he began spontaneously ejaculating into the cool night air, spilling his seed onto the grass between him and the Abra, who almost immediately joined him in spending himself on the forest floor; Bidoof yelped, confused, and dodged to the side just in time to avoid the Abra's warm, sticky cream as his erection spurted productively for what appeared to be the second time that night. The rodent-like Normal Pokémon turned and ran as fast as his little legs could carry him in the direction of his family's nest. He had no idea what was going on, or why two sleeping Psychic-types were having climaxes in the night, but he did know that he wanted no part of it!

Just as the Bidoof disappeared out of sight, Drowzee's eyes opened and he groaned. "Oooooh..." he sighed, a definite tone of satisfaction to his voice, "That was a hell of a wet dream..." He looked around, frowning slightly at the darkened forest around them. "I was expecting the sun to be up," he commented, crossing his arms, "Feels like I've had a full night's sleep." When Abra spoke up, it was silently, in Drowzee's mind. What happened? He asked, Why are we back here? I thought we could, you know... cuddle. On the bed I mean. Drowzee looked over at his new friend, who lay against the tree, just as still and quiet as he'd been when he arrived, and found that he was quietly disappointed, having hoped that Abra's active state from within his mind would carry over into the real world somehow. He shrugged in the other male's direction, knowing Abra could 'see' the gesture with his sixth sense. "I, uh... I came so hard I couldn't focus on maintaining the connection," he said, sheepishly, "So the trance state broke and, er, here we are. It was really good for me, by the way." Abra would have smiled shyly had he been able to, so he let his feelings leak into his 'voice' as he responded. Me too, me too... As he smiled, Drowzee glanced down the length of his lover's body, which glistened with a sheen of sweat, worked up from body heat and the power of suggestion from his mental activities. Then he caught sight of something and whistled, shaking his head. "Damn, Abra, I know that's two different loads, but wow!" he laughed, "I thought you were kidding when you said you've been saving up for weeks!" Abra directed his attention down to the turf between his spread legs, and his cheeks actually blushed as he saw the amount of come clinging to the grass like dew, saw his penis and scrotum, finally sated, slowly retreating into the safety of his body cavity. After a moment, though, he frowned, metaphorically speaking. Wait a minute... if... if all we really did was sit here and blow our wads... he thought, worriedly, Does that mean we're... we're both still virgins? Drowzee brushed off his thighs and stood up, grunting as he stretched, rubbing his hands along his back. "Well, I guess so, if you wanna get really technical about it..." he admitted, "But personally, I thought your ass felt pretty fucking real around my dick, so I'm gonna count it." He chuckled to himself as Abra blushed at his casually explicit tone, wondering if there were any Pokémon in the trees listening to Drowzee nonchalantly talking about the two of them having sex. "By the way," Drowzee continued, "I only came once, but you got off twice." He didn't sound upset, in fact he seemed a bit playful. "Looks to me like you're pretty damned spent for the night, though... so we'll just have to do this again to try and balance things out." Drowzee chuckled at that, but Abra felt his heart swell with happiness at the idea that the two of them might be something more than a one-night-stand, so much so that he was actually a little embarrassed by it. Then, Abra noticed something a bit more off-putting than the thought that their tryst had been just another dream, and a bit more attention-grabbing than his hopes for a relationship; the world around them was going dark, and the darkness was approaching fast. Drowzee, s-something's happening... He whimpered mentally, I feel weak, I feel... Ohhhhh... As Drowzee stepped closer, a look of concern on his face, the darkness seemed to swallow up Abra, and then he wasn't aware of anything at all.

The next thing Abra knew, he was lying on his side, somewhere warm and dark, and realizing that he was (finally) awake. He didn't actually open his eyes, but he concentrated and extended his sixth sense, trying to get a look around before he moved. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, honestly, but he was rather surprised by what he found. He was in a very familiar cave, lying on a very familiar bed of woven grasses, and there was a very, very familiar Drowzee lying on his side behind Abra, holding him in a gentle embrace. "D-Drowzee?" he said, quietly, his own voice sounding loud in his ears, "What's going on? What happened?" He left out 'where are we', as he'd worked that out himself from the available evidence; that fantasy Drowzee had about cuddling with a Hypno in a cave was based directly on his own home, the way the clifftop where Abra had received oral from the other male had been a real place from Abra's memory. Drowzee hugged him a little tighter and sighed in what was most definitely contentment. "Ah, there you are, I was wondering when you were going to wake up," he said, casually, as if this kind of thing happened all the time, "I don't know if you remember, but the trance broke off after we came - sorry about that, I'll do my best to hold on next time - and your mind went dark after we - well, after I woke up." Abra frowned, subconsciously reaching up and placing his hands on top of Drowzee's, which were wrapped around Abra's skinny chest. "I do remember..." Abra replied, barely above a whisper, "I was afraid, thought I might be dying..." To his chagrin, Drowzee chuckled behind him and kissed the back of his neck the way he had when they made love in their dream realm. "That's so cute," he commented, "I guess that's really never happened to you before, eh?" Abra was blushing, though he couldn't decide whether it was because of Drowzee's almost condescending response... or because of the kiss. "Wh-what do you mean?" he asked, grumpily, "Of course that's never happened to me before!" Drowzee actually laughed this time. "I'm sorry, Abra, I really don't mean to tease, it's just... that happens to everyone else in the world about once a day, on average," Drowzee said, "I was afraid for you, so I reached into your mind, and, well... you just fell asleep, is all." Abra turned and looked over his shoulder, even though he was looking with his mind, not his eyes. "What?! No I didn't!" he protested, "I fall asleep all the time! I spend more time asleep than awake! I was already asleep when that happened! Trust me, that is not what falling asleep feels like!" Drowzee chuckled again and kissed Abra on the cheek, which made him feel so warm and fuzzy that he looked forward again to hide his blush. "No, I mean... I mean you really fell asleep, Abra, not that weird unconscious-but-aware state you spend all your time in, you fell asleep and had dreams and stuff. Trust me, I'm a Hypnosis Pokémon, I've been in the minds of a bunch of people while they dreamed, that's definitely what was going on in your head. Anyway, I realized you were kind of exposed out there like that, so I picked you up and carried you back home to keep you safe." Abra thought that one over for a few moments before he spoke up again. "...Are you sure you didn't just carry me home so you could have your way with me?" he asked, unable to keep from smiling. Drowzee laughed again and squeezed Abra a little tighter. "No, I put you in my bed and cuddled up with you so I could have my way with you," Drowzee corrected, mischievously, "But I decided it would be rude to interrupt the first real sleep you ever had. I don't know why it happened by the way, maybe our little meeting of the minds just tired you out." Abra thought about that and realized something curious. "Uhhh, actually, I feel great, like my mind is full of energy..." he said, though that wasn't quite how he felt, he just found it difficult to put into words. He'd never felt this full of psychic potential before, it was like he was a balloon and his power was filling him up, stretching him taut... actually, it was kinda like feeling the pleasure slowly building up inside you before you have an orgasm. Before he could find the right words, Drowzee hugged him again and made a delighted noise. "Oh, it's so good to finally have someone else in my bed," Drowzee whispered happily, "I mean, okay, you're smaller than me and you were all floppy and asleep, so I had to be the big spoon, but it's close to my fantasy, so I'm not complaining..."

Abra began to tremble with the strength of his emotions as the full importance of the situation started to sink in. "Drowzee..." he whispered, "does this mean... that you want me to be your mate?" Behind him, Drowzee tensed up, and didn't answer for a long moment. "...W-well, I'm not sure I can say I love you yet," he finally answered, "But I - I'd sure like to try this thing between us out... that is if you'll have me." The trembling grew even stronger as Abra realized that when he'd asked that question, he'd felt a desperately strong hope that Drowzee would answer in the affirmative. "Ohhh... oh, Drowzee..." he finally answered, tears of joy forming in the corners of his closed eyes, "of course I will! Do you know how long I've been looking for someone who can keep me company, even when I'm asleep? Sitting there for most of the day, trapped in my own body, only able to teleport and meditate? Okay, maybe we're not mates yet, but you're the first real friend I've ever had! I'd love to try and start a relationship!" As Drowzee squeezed him from behind and told Abra how thrilled he was to hear that, something very odd happened. To Abra, it felt as if the happiness he'd just experienced, the sensation of all those years of loneliness coming to an end, floated up from his heart and into his mind, where it merged with the brewing psychic power that had been growing slowly and steadily since he'd awakened in Drowzee's cave. Completing his metaphor from earlier, that pushed things over the edge, past the point of no return, and it was as if all that power exploded forth from Abra's mind, washing over him and setting every nerve in his entire body to tingling. Overwhelmed with energy, he suddenly arched his back and cried out in shock, his eyes snapping open as wide as they could go for perhaps the first time in his life, leading him to wonder how the few candles lighting the cave could make the place as bright as they did... until Abra realized that the intense white light filling the cavern was coming from him.

Drowzee had leapt back in shock as the sudden glow along Abra's skin had intensified into a blinding white light that seemed to fill every nook and cranny in the cave he called home, chasing out the darkness (though sadly, not the dust) and making it difficult to look straight at the Pokémon Drowzee had just invited to be his lover. "Abra!" he called, alarmed, wondering if that genuine sleep had been a symptom of something more terrible than he realized, "Abra! Speak to me!" After what felt like an eternity, the light faded, but Drowzee couldn't see anything at all, blinking to try and clear away the little spots appearing before his eyes. He heard some kind of movement in front of him, though, so at least he knew his new friend hadn't evaporated or something. "A-Abra? Are you okay?" he asked, receiving no response, "Abra?" Just as he was starting to grow worried, and just as he was starting to get his vision back, he finally got a reply, though his pulse raced for a moment as a stranger's voice came to his ears. "I'm quite alright," the unfamiliar voice said, "In fact, I don't think I've ever felt better in my life." Finally, Drowzee managed to squint and get a good look across the room, at which point his jaw dropped and he stared in complete and utter shock. The Pokémon standing there was now taller than he was, with a more muscular chest, coated in light brown fur, than Drowzee's yellow friend had had, as well as a much thicker, fluffier tail, curious symbols on his belly and forehead, and a long, downright luxurious moustache, which he was stroking idly with one hand as he examined the metal spoon he held in the other with an unusual amount of interest. Realizing belatedly what the light must have been, while still finding it difficult to accept what his eyes were telling him, Drowzee fell backwards onto his butt, still staring. "A-Abra?" he asked, dazedly, "Is that really you?" The other male took a moment to laugh happily and bow towards him. "Oh, it's me, my friend, the very same me who watched you getting violated by tentacle Pokémon... and loving every second of it," he said, cheerily, before he winked at Drowzee, which just drew attention to the fact that both of his eyes were now wide open. "...But I believe you'll find that it's Kadabra now." Standing up, finding himself blushing and not being sure why, Drowzee held out his hands in confusion. "B-but... how?" he asked, "You didn't just win a fight or anything..." Kadabra laughed and winked at his friend again, apparently pleased with his newfound ability to do so. "I got my first spoon," he said, delightedly, as he gestured towards Drowzee and not the eating utensil in his hand. Drowzee's heart sank as he considered what had just happened. "D-does this mean you won't want to be with me anymore?" he asked, softly, "Now that you've evolved and are more powerful than me and all..." Kadabra scoffed. "What kind of cretin would I be to turn my back on the very Pokémon whose affection helped make my dream come true?" the newly-evolved Pokémon asked, testing out his increased power by levitating his spoon above his hand, "I can't wait to repay the favour and help you become a Hypno. Hey, if it helps, I'm still the same person... which means you can still be the top, I'll just, uh, have to lie down first." He chuckled at that, and after digesting the news that the first relationship he'd ever had had not ended before it began, Drowzee began to laugh with him, feeling an intense sense of happiness and relief, until they were both laughing as hard as they could, and Drowzee rushed forward to embrace the new form of his lover, enjoying the feeling of Kadabra hugging him back more than he realized he would.

After they shared in the happiness of the moment, Kadabra sighed, rubbing his forehead. "You know, it might be counter-intuitive, but I think I'm going to fall asleep again soon... that took a lot out of me." Drowzee shrugged, scratching at his neck. "That's okay, you were asleep most of the day, it's probably sunset by now anyway." He started walking towards the entrance to the cave, which was around a corner to prevent sunlight from bothering the mostly nocturnal Drowzee as he slept, in order to check for himself what time it was, but he yelped as his body began to glow a soft purple and lifted into the air. As he floated back, he rotated in the air, until he saw that Kadabra was lying down in his bed, and had one hand raised, gesturing towards Drowzee and smiling. "This is going to be a handy trick," Kadabra commented, "I'm going to enjoy this new body, I'm sure of it. What was that you were saying earlier, about things not quite being like your fantasy?" Drowzee blushed as his lover's telekinesis deposited him gently on his side, directly in front of Kadabra. Embracing the other Pokémon, who was now smaller than he was, from behind, Kadabra sighed happily. "Ah, that's more like it, no?" He leaned forward and kissed Drowzee on the crown of his head, and the Hypnosis Pokémon blushed and smiled. "Y-yeah, this is actually pretty great," Drowzee admitted, savouring the feeling of his lover's body heat against his back. After a moment, as the two males snuggled on the grass bed, which fortunately was more than big enough to accommodate Kadabra's newly enlarged body, Drowzee peeked over his shoulder, nose twitching nervously. "So, um, Ab- sorry, Kadabra, I was wondering..." he said, "You're not gonna, like, tease me or anything because I haven't evolved yet and you have, are you?" There was a pause, and then Kadabra mirrored his lover's earlier movements by leaning forward and kissing him on the cheek, his new moustache tickling Drowzee's shoulder. "Now why would I want to do that... little brother?" As Kadabra giggled to himself, Drowzee sighed exaggeratedly, but he couldn't help but smile as he muttered to himself. "Hypno can't get here fast enough..."