{ "submission_id": "2314211", "keywords": [ { "keyword_id": "194881", "keyword_name": "aftercare", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "337" }, { "keyword_id": "85", "keyword_name": "anal", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "132086" }, { "keyword_id": "2071", "keyword_name": "anal sex", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "36636" }, { "keyword_id": "21287", "keyword_name": "arthropod", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "844" }, { "keyword_id": "50827", "keyword_name": "big sub", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "481" }, { "keyword_id": "2512", "keyword_name": "bug", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "4891" }, { "keyword_id": "1294", "keyword_name": "cuddling", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "7523" }, { "keyword_id": "14418", "keyword_name": "electrostim", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "106" }, { "keyword_id": "735", "keyword_name": "feral", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "95774" }, { "keyword_id": "236", "keyword_name": "gay", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "152546" }, { "keyword_id": "47087", "keyword_name": "joltik", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "241" }, { "keyword_id": "165", "keyword_name": "male", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "1216238" }, { "keyword_id": "10308", "keyword_name": "male/male", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "128273" }, { "keyword_id": "9960", "keyword_name": "male on male", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "9512" }, { "keyword_id": "11049", "keyword_name": "micropenis", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "572" }, { "keyword_id": "62279", "keyword_name": "monferno", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "227" }, { "keyword_id": "3313", "keyword_name": "monkey", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "10420" }, { "keyword_id": "416", "keyword_name": "oral", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "68874" }, { "keyword_id": "4439", "keyword_name": "oral sex", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "21410" }, { "keyword_id": "464", "keyword_name": "pokemon", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "197173" }, { "keyword_id": "38050", "keyword_name": "power bottom", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "1000" }, { "keyword_id": "58010", "keyword_name": "powerbottom", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "338" }, { "keyword_id": "8136", "keyword_name": "premature ejaculation", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "539" }, { "keyword_id": "35282", "keyword_name": "primate", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "4392" }, { "keyword_id": "564", "keyword_name": "size difference", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "71039" }, { "keyword_id": "50826", "keyword_name": "small dom", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "953" }, { "keyword_id": "15797", "keyword_name": "small penis humiliation", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "574" }, { "keyword_id": "26281", "keyword_name": "sph", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "1325" }, { "keyword_id": "1740", "keyword_name": "teasing", "contributed": "f", "submissions_count": "18893" } ], "hidden": "f", "scraps": "f", "favorite": "f", "favorites_count": "28", "create_datetime": "2020-11-27 20:06:01.959253+00", "create_datetime_usertime": "27 Nov 2020 21:06 CET", "last_file_update_datetime": "2020-11-27 19:56:07.895462+00", "last_file_update_datetime_usertime": "27 Nov 2020 20:56 CET", "username": "KaydrienIceclaw", "user_id": "328569", "user_icon_file_name": "208154_KaydrienIceclaw_snek_no_bkgd.png", "user_icon_url_large": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/usericons/large/208/208154_KaydrienIceclaw_snek_no_bkgd.png", "user_icon_url_medium": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/usericons/medium/208/208154_KaydrienIceclaw_snek_no_bkgd.png", "user_icon_url_small": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/usericons/small/208/208154_KaydrienIceclaw_snek_no_bkgd.png", "file_name": "3376476_KaydrienIceclaw_enjoying_the_little_things_text.txt", "file_url_full": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/full/3376/3376476_KaydrienIceclaw_enjoying_the_little_things_text.txt", "file_url_screen": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/screen/3376/3376476_KaydrienIceclaw_enjoying_the_little_things_text.txt", "file_url_preview": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/preview/3376/3376476_KaydrienIceclaw_enjoying_the_little_things_text.txt", "thumbnail_url_huge": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/huge/3376/3376476_KaydrienIceclaw_enjoying_the_little_things_text.jpg", "thumbnail_url_large": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/large/3376/3376476_KaydrienIceclaw_enjoying_the_little_things_text.jpg", "thumbnail_url_medium": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/medium/3376/3376476_KaydrienIceclaw_enjoying_the_little_things_text.jpg", "thumb_huge_x": "300", "thumb_huge_y": "297", "thumb_large_x": "200", "thumb_large_y": "198", "thumb_medium_x": "120", "thumb_medium_y": "119", "files": [ { "file_id": "3376476", "file_name": "3376476_KaydrienIceclaw_enjoying_the_little_things_text.txt", "file_url_full": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/full/3376/3376476_KaydrienIceclaw_enjoying_the_little_things_text.txt", "file_url_screen": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/screen/3376/3376476_KaydrienIceclaw_enjoying_the_little_things_text.txt", "file_url_preview": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/files/preview/3376/3376476_KaydrienIceclaw_enjoying_the_little_things_text.txt", "mimetype": "text/plain", "submission_id": "2314211", "user_id": "328569", "submission_file_order": "0", "full_size_x": null, "full_size_y": null, "screen_size_x": null, "screen_size_y": null, "preview_size_x": null, "preview_size_y": null, "initial_file_md5": "f433deb44162a660485ab441c2302f2b", "full_file_md5": "f433deb44162a660485ab441c2302f2b", "large_file_md5": "", "small_file_md5": "", "thumbnail_md5": "0c8bbafdd6111687b6aa39a9869134e5", "deleted": "f", "create_datetime": "2020-11-27 19:56:07.895462+00", "create_datetime_usertime": "27 Nov 2020 20:56 CET", "thumbnail_url_huge": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/huge/3376/3376476_KaydrienIceclaw_enjoying_the_little_things_text.jpg", "thumbnail_url_large": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/large/3376/3376476_KaydrienIceclaw_enjoying_the_little_things_text.jpg", "thumbnail_url_medium": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/medium/3376/3376476_KaydrienIceclaw_enjoying_the_little_things_text.jpg", "thumb_huge_x": "300", "thumb_huge_y": "297", "thumb_large_x": "200", "thumb_large_y": "198", "thumb_medium_x": "120", "thumb_medium_y": "119" } ], "pools": [], "description": "A Pokemon fic based on/adapted from an RP I did with IronTiger26. A lot fluffier than some of the tags would imply.\n\nAs usual check the tags before reading, and no minors should be reading this.\n\nCreepy comments welcome.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "A Pokemon fic based on/adapted from an RP I did with IronTiger26. A lot fluffier than some of the tags would imply.

As usual check the tags before reading, and no minors should be reading this.

Creepy comments welcome.", "writing": "[center][b]Enjoying The Little Things[/b][/center]\n\n[center]by Kaydrien Iceclaw[/center]\n\n\n\nJim hummed, near inaudibly, as he wriggled his way under the door into the warmth. Thank heavens it wasn’t yet so late in the year that he had to hitch a ride to get anywhere. Sudden snows of any depth greater than a couple inches could strand him helpless, whole feet away from safety.\n\nOne could imagine an audible [i]pop[/i] as he hauled himself out from under the inner corner. The joltik shook himself to un-muss his yellow fuzz. Taking in the lovely smell of fresh bread, he made a neat left turn and set off for the towering cliff of wood that was the bakery's service counter, tips of his legs clicking pin-drop soft across the stone of the floor.\n\nWith nary a pause he made the ninety-degree turn upward, skittering to the top of the counter. Looking around with four eyes (more like three; the upper undeveloped pair counted as maybe half an eye each) he saw the 'mon he was searching for, slumped over onto the wood of the counter with eyes closed, snoring softly. The monferno's face was planted on the fire-retardant quartz that made up the top surface, seated on a tall stool and clad in an apron, white where it wasn't smeared with soot.\t\n\nJim darted forward- someone as small as he was couldn't afford to make a leisurely walk their standard speed- and tapped at the fire pokémon’s elbow. \"Ey. Hey, Monty. Wake up!\"\n\nThe orange-furred head rolled to the side, one hand making a halfhearted wave. Clutching at imaginary blankets, perhaps. “Five more minutes…”\n\n“Hey. Hey!” For all that he was yelling, the bug topped out at a modest squeak. He jabbed Monty’s bicep harder, and was nearly squashed by the sweep of the arm. Jim righted himself, unconcerned at being shooed away like the annoying insect he was, and shrugged.\n\n“Welp. I tried. Wakey wakey you lazy monkey.”\n\nAn arc of electricity leapt from his yellow fuzz to the orange fur of the larger pokémon- Not an outright attack, but larger than a static shock.\n\nWith a yelp the monferno jolted upright, stool and ‘mon alike teetering in panicked struggle for balance. When he returned to stability Monty sighed with relief. Then his eyes trailed downward to the yellow puff on his bakery counter, and annoyance rinsed out the dregs of panic.\n\n“Dang it, Jim. Do you always have to do that? I’ll probably have a heart attack at this rate.”\n\n“Oh, and good afternoon to you too.” The joltik crab-walked around in front of Monty, appearing not at all chastened. “I only walked all the way from my nest to say hello to my heavy-sleeper best friend. You know. Not a big deal. Just a few thousand body lengths.”\n\n“Oh.” Blinking, Monty yawned. He scratched at the side of his head, trying to clear the cobwebs. The fire-type always took some time to catch up with the waking world whenever he came back to it. “…It’s almost winter. You know what could happen if it started snowing.”\n\n\"It's mid-fall.\" Jim bounced in half-feigned irritation. \"We're not up north, Monty. Besides, it's a clear sky out there. At worst I would have had to duck in to hide in someone's house or something for a day or two. Nothing I haven't done before.\"\n\n“Uhm.” That could have been agreement, or the audible result of an attempt to process Jim’s cavalier attitude to squatting in another pokémon’s home.\n\nThe bug jumped forward to prod Monty in the chest with one foreleg. \"Never mind that. You're asleep on the job! Been staying up late again?\"\n\nThe ape nodded in reply, an embarrassed smile on his lips. “Yeah… I haven’t been able to sleep much the past few nights. And it’s a slow day today.”\n\n\"You're the one who decided to be a get-up-at-dawn baker, you big goof.\" Jim's eyes roamed off to the side. \"Sweet! You made those little shortbread things!\"\n\nEyes following Jim’s path toward the plateful of pale balls, Monty nodded. “Oh, yeah. I was gonna-“ [i]Yawn[/i] “-drop some off for you.”\n\n“Don’t mind if I do.” While Monty rubbed the grit from his eyes, the bug was already skittering along the side counter toward the goodies. He snatched up one of the cookies, large next to his fluffy body, and started munching away at the buttery pastry. “If I’d known you were making these today I’d have come earlier!”\n\nThe monferno chuckled lightly, now mostly awake. He knew very well how much the yellow bug loved his sweets.\n\n“Heh. I appreciate that, buddy.” Monty put his finger to his chin, in parody of deep and serious thought. “You know, at this rate if I start charging you I’d be able to retire in no time.”\n\n\"Not the way you go through your fancy imported berries!\" Jim tossed back, going through the cookie like a buzz saw and spraying crumbs everywhere. \"Oh man these things are good.\"\n\nMonty rolled his eyes at the little glutton, and decided to ask the important question. “So. Aside from getting more ‘free samples’, is there a reason you brought yourself all the way down here, Jim?”\n\n“Oh, you know. Just taking a break from the curtains project.” The joltik replied nonchalantly, referring to his job as a weaver. Jim specialized in lacework. Finding his cookie gone, he picked up one of the larger crumbs to munch at. His voice was small, raspy, and just the tiniest bit too innocent. “Thought I’d get some exercise. Say hello to my favorite jumbo-size.”\n\nMonty opened his mouth to reply, but he ended up letting it hang dumbly open for a few moments after those last two words caught in his ears. \n\n“...Meaning?”\n\n\"What's to mean? The curtains for town hall are fuckin' huge and I'm going out of my mind doing the same pattern over and over and over.\" Jim brushed some sugar dust out of his fuzz, then jumped onto the monferno's arm, scuttling up to his shoulder where he could look the fire-type more or less in the eye. \"Besides. It's been ages since we caught up.\"\n\nJim let his statement hang conspicuously in the air for a while, tracing a foreclaw through Monty's neck fur, where he knew it was most sensitive. He made it almost ten seconds before deciding to press a little harder. He purred, or rather, buzzed, \"You know. Caught up.\"\n\n“You…don’t mean what I think you mean.” Monty chuckled nervously, crossing his legs. From this close, Jim could see his pupils dilate slightly. His voice climbed steadily to a register nearly as squeaky as his diminutive friend, but much less confident. “…do you?”\n\nLike lightning Jim was perching on top of the monferno’s head, hanging down to stare into his eyes.\n\n“I think I might just mean exactly what you think I mean to mean.”\n\nSmile frozen onto his face by nerves, Monty’s hands clenched at his sides. His feet made the same motion, clinging to the stool for emotional rather than physical support. “J-Jim, you’re not serious. [i]Here?[/i]”\n\nJim didn’t break eye contact. Monty felt the bug’s abdomen (or ‘hips’) grind against the top of his skull suggestively. “Here.”\n\nDarting around the bakery in search of escape, Monty’s eyes finally came to rest on the front door. A way out, metaphorically as well as literally. \n\n“What if someone comes in and sees us?”\n\n\"Monty.\" The piping, tiny voice resonated through his scalp. \"You've told me before this is the slowest time of year. The hibernators' bulk orders aren't for a few weeks. We're between holidays. And half of [i]everyone[/i] is at the seasonal market down in however-the-hell-you-pronounce-that-town-name.\"\n\n“I-“ The bits of unfurred skin about Monty’s face made promising forays toward a nice shade of tomato, and his gaze fell to between his legs. At some point his hands had made their way to his lap, clutching at the cream fabric of his baker’s apron. Probably too late for that protective gesture to do any good. Still, the primate gave one more last-ditch effort for the cause. “…But w-what if someone [i]does[/i]? What if they see… you know…”\n\n\"And.\" The bug-type talked over him, rather impressive for their respective volumes. \"It's the slowest time of day, too. You were asleep for cryin' out loud. I bet nobody's been here since the lunch rush, which, judging from how dead it is out there, was like... three pokémon?\"\n\nTwo pokémon, but Monty didn’t bother to correct him. Jim was right; even the usual trickle of visitors would have been enough to keep him somewhat alert. Unsure what to say, the fire-type didn’t say anything.\n\nJim slipped down to the ape's shoulder to brush up against his neck like a cat. \n\n\"You know you want to,\" He buzzed right into an ear, completely assured, without any uncertainty. \n\nResolve crumbling and face as red as a cherry, Monty sighed. “Okay. You win.”\n\nHis hands moved to the hem of his apron, gripping it. Jim looked at the way the monferno lifted the edge of that lone garment. High enough for, say, a very small pokémon to crawl in with ease. He walked a few inches down Monty's shoulder, and turned around to face him from his elbow. \n\n\"Mmmmmmno.\"\n\nMonty blinked down at the yellow bug. His voice squeaked again. “…What?”\n\n\"Off with the apron.\" The joltik backflipped to land on the counter with a little click of hard leg-tips on rock. \"Show me the goods, big boy.\"\n\n“You want me to get naked? Here!?!” Distress brought the volume up to a half-shriek, Monty holding it to only to half by considerable effort. Jim could have sworn the ape got even redder. Maybe because the color was crowded into a smaller space by his eyes doing their best dinner-plate impression.\n\n\"It's only fair. I'm not hiding anything.\" Jim reared back momentarily. A spot of pink was barely visible in his thick yellow fuzz. His tone went malevolent (in a tiny-bug sort of way). \"What's wrong? Shy?\"\n\nMonty tugged his apron back down, legs re-crossing. He screwed his lips closed, refusing to reply, and averted his gaze from the miniscule tormentor.\n\nJim didn't say anything either. Instead, he lowered his back half slightly, started to hump against the smooth marble of the counter. \"Suit yourself. I plan to have fun anyway.\"\n\nPeripheral vision can be a real bitch. Monty’s eyeballs ratcheted down to the calculated molesting Jim was giving his furniture, flew to the door, and then back to the insect. In the dead quiet he thought could actually hear the faint [i]skreep-skreep-skreep[/i] of skin against polished countertop. That could have been his imagination, though.\n\n“Jim, if someone does come in then- then I’m not going to talk to you anymore!” As a threat, it came across pretty light on ‘threatening’ and heavy on ‘pitiable’. Monty didn’t figure either of them bought it.\n\n\"This is why you suck at cards.\" Jim ground against the counter luxuriantly, leaving a tiny smear of pre, immediately wiped away by his fluff. He was pleased by how the monferno’s large eyes slavishly followed the motion. \"You can't bluff for shit. What are you really worried about? Afraid to pitch a tent watching little old me?\"\n\nBeaten, Monty sighed.\n\n“All right already. I’m- I’m taking it off, okay?”\n\nJim skittered to the edge of the counter as the apron was tossed to the floor at the side of the stool. He peered down between the fiery ape's legs.\n\n\"Oh, sweetie. You are happy to see me,\" He cooed, surveying the hardening package below him. The small package. The very small package, which would not have looked out of place on Jim himself, atop nuts that matched raisins for size.\n\nMonty forced a smile. “Y-yeah. I missed you, Jimmy.”\n\n\"Put that sense of balance to good use and lean back for me, babe.\" \n\n“Y-yes sir.” Monty nodded. Using his hands to prop himself up and grabbed at the underside of the counter with his feet as he did, sweeping his fiery tail back around. Carefully, so it wouldn’t add to the scorch marks visible on the woodwork here and there. He leaned back as much as he could, grabbing at one of the stool’s crossbars/footrests behind him with his hands.\n\nJim wiggled back on his legs before making the precarious hop to the revealed rim of the wooden stool, hauling himself up by the forelegs. His fuzz brushed against the insides of Monty's thighs and tailbase, making the larger 'mon shiver a little while the joltik reared up to meet his eyes over Monty’s belly and tiny endowment. He gently tapped the tiny penis in front of him with one foreleg. \n\n\"I missed you too. And I missed this little guy... The real reason you wear that apron.\"\n\n“Well…” The monkey shivered at the intimate contact. His smile was still a product of effort, but a hint of flustered appreciation contributed. “…he missed you too, Jimmy. V-very, very much.\n\n“I bet you did. You and Monty Jr here.” Jim clambered up to rest on top of his lover's crotch. Deliberately he humped against the micropenis, once. His own length bounced off of Monty's, pink wedge against simian shaft, making the ape’s foreskin shift against it at the impact. With any luck he could fluster a few more of those adorable stutters out of him. \"Even when you first told me, I didn't really believe you about how small it is. You're barely bigger than me and I come up to your ankle.\"\n\nLooking down at the fluffy tick bouncing against his teenie weenie, Monty just barely restrained a moan. Eyes unfocused slightly in need.\n\n“W-well… yeah, Junior’s so… s-…” He shivered in guilty anticipation, but pushed on, eyes pleading. “[i]s-small.[/i] But he does a g-good job. R-right, Jimmy?”\n\n\"Mmm-hmm.\" Jim hummed smugly, nestling down to frot the (mostly) much larger pokémon. The way Monty’s eyes self-consciously begged for affirmation was just so cute. \"He's just right for a tiny little size queen like me, stud.\" \n\nThe joltik's voice turned from sultry praise to affectionate, vicious malice all at once. \"-Even if there are girls your size with bigger clits.\"\n\nMonty shrunk back. But the flinch came along with an unconscious twitch of his hips and lips in tandem.\n\n“P-p-please don’t call it that, Jimmy. I’m not a girl…” The primate squeaked.\n\n\"I didn't say you were. I didn’t say it was a clit, either.\" Jim arranged his tiny mandibles in a buggy smirk. \"I said clits are bigger than your dick.\"\n\nA faint, ambiguous squeal escaped Monty’s lips before they could seal themselves shut against it. But the yellow bug-type fancied sheepish delight outweighed distress in the sound. \n\nMonty’s eyes shifted off to the side and his tail wrapped around one of the copper-plated stool legs, wrapping around one of the crossbars opposite his hands.\n\n“Well…” He started, paused, and let his head hang back in defeat. “Y-yeah. You’re probably right…”\n\n\"I would be the one to know.\" Jim agreed smugly. He crawled forward on Monty's belly and turned around so he could nuzzle at the tiny, achingly hard monkey dick. \"You were too afraid to find out about clits firsthand because of this little cutie.\"\n\n“Yeah. I was.” The primate quivered at the touch against his achingly hard shaft. His cheeks burned at memories of years past, where he hadn’t dared to flirt with anyone for fear of hitting it off and having to reveal his inadequately sized genitals. He knew Jim was more experienced. How much more was difficult to tell; the confident little joltik had a tendency to exaggerate.\n\n\"How about you lick your pinkie to slick down my fluffy butt while I get this bad boy ready? I need to punish him for making you sad.\" The joltik nibbled at Monty's penis, slipping it between his mandibles and into his mouth. \"Mmm.\"\n\nThe monferno’s hands and feet clenched around their holds as he tried not to let the teasing and tight mouth get to him too fast. Shakily he brought his left hand around to his mouth. Wrapping his lips around his little finger he licked at it, damping it before pulling it from his lips with a wet pop, saliva trailing from it. \n\nHe had to fish around Jim's fluff for what he was looking for. When you got right down to it, Jim was [i]mostly[/i] static-charged fluff by volume, and by the time he found the bug-type's cloaca his digit was too dry to lube Jim effectively. The joltik waggled his abdomen teasingly back at him as Jim forced the erection into his mouth and beyond, deepthroating the member with relish.\n\nMoaning, Monty reflected that Jim really knew his way around, arachnid mouth showing an expertise with his miniscule pecker he doubted he could have matched if their positions were reversed. He brought his finger back to his mouth for more spit. While he did he stared at the tiny hole visible through the mussed fuzz, making it a distraction from the head he was getting. It was a funny thing; if you looked closely the little shockbug was blue under all that yellow.\n\nShaky with pleasure he brought his re-wetted pinkie back down to his friend’s backside. Jim churred happily at the attention, pressing back into the slickened finger. The blunt digit ground against his rear hole, prodding but too large to get properly in. \n\nJim nibbled his mandibles around Monty’s maleness encouragingly and pushed forward harder, struggling to hilt it in his face. For all he mocked the monkey’s micro-dick- for all it [i]deserved[/i] mockery on a relative scale- it was more than enough for a joltik.\n\nThe monferno reared his head back, panting, eyes closed as he continued to work over the tick’s rear. Clumsily, because he couldn’t think of much beside what his friend was doing with his mouth. Jim knew exactly what to do with Monty Jr. He was so tight around Monty’s skin, making it tingle with damp friction.\n\n“Jim… You’re so, s-so goooood…”\n\nJim accepted the praise as his due, pushing down further. He’d never say it out loud (at least, not while in the middle of a good size-shaming session) but he couldn’t get enough of Monty’s cock. He choked down another fraction, forcing the monkey-meat further into his pharynx while he thanked his arthopod biology for book-lungs that opened out at his ‘hips’: He didn’t need his throat to breath. \n\nHe didn’t even need it to talk trash.\n\n“Damn right I’m good. I’m sucking you down like a puny sausage. Get yourself ready to fuck me with this teeny weenie, because I haven’t been stretched out properly since-“\n\nMonty’s whole body twitched, toppled over the brink, miniscule peen pulsing. The involuntary motion rammed Jim forward by the pinkie against the bug’s ass, face shoved balls-deep onto the monkey’s dick. The force was enough to barely press the overlarge fingertip a fraction into his tiny hole, brutally stretching Jim’s backside with a suddenness that made him squeak out in pain (and just a hint of anticipatory, size-loving greed). A small sound, half-drowned by Monty’s pleasured exhalations, but emphatic.\n\nJim pulled in a deep breath, without moving a hair off the cock in his mouth. It throbbed the fire-type’s load deep into him, a hot jet warming him through from inside. He could feel his fuzz poofed out by the suddenness off the event. That, and the aching stretch of the first couple millimeters of Monty’s finger in his rear. \n\nAll was silent for several breaths.\n\n“…Monty.”\n\nStaring up at the ceiling and wracked by orgasmic aftershocks, Monty took a while to register his name. Then wavered between blushing and going pale, settled on cringing. He had a [i]hunch[/i] about how the next minute was going to go, and he was divided on how to feel about it. “Uh. Yes, Jim?” \n\n“I don’t think your cock is in my ass yet. Right?” The accusatory tone sent another guilty spurt through the maleness in Jim’s mouth, prolonged into a smooth flow by the smallness of the nozzle it had to fight through.\n\n“…No…” The monkey squeaked, hands jerking up so he could hide behind them (and leaving Jim’s anus bereft with a [i]pop[/i]). \n\n“So you didn’t just blow your load.” Jim ignored the feel of air against his stinging pucker to continue inexorably. “Because if you [i]had[/i], that would mean you didn’t stuff my backside with it. And we haven’t fooled around in a couple weeks. So you would definitely warn me before going off early like some two-pump chump and cheating my ass of a cumshot it’s been waiting for for days. [i]Right?[/i]”\n\nThe shockbug’s monologue grew into a respectable little rant, growing in intensity until it was dripping frustration. Monty let out a whimper as his hands crept a little higher to hide his eyes in shame. “I-I’m so sorry, Jimmy. It’s just… It’s been so long since the last time we did it, you know?”\n\nJim swatted the monkey’s pathetically-sized nutsack with a forelimb that made Monty jerk and the stool they were balanced on judder against the floor in turn. When the flinch passed he started to pull himself off the miniscule maleness. The tips of his legs dug into Monty’s fur as he did. “Dammit, Monty.”\n\n“I… I’m sorry…” Monty repeated. More feeling sorry for disappointing his friend than hurt by the slap, the fire-type transferred his foot-grip to the counter and pulled his head up to look down at the irate bug.\n\n“Damn right you’re sorry.” Harangued the little arachnid. Jim popped off the end of Monty’s softening cock, letting a little spray of jizz spill out onto the ape’s belly fur. More cum than might be expected from Monty’s single-penny coinpurse, and quite hot as one had to expect when bedding a fire type. “I walk my ass all the way over here for a good fucking and I get a mouthful instead! When I want a meal I’ll ask for a damn meal.”\n\nThe monferno gulped, trying to think of anything he could say or do to placate the bug glaring up at him. “I really am sorry. I didn’t… I mean, I haven’t been…”\n\nMonty trailed off under the weight of annoyed blue eyes, embarrassed and blushing once more. After a long moment the dagger stare rounded off it’s edges and yellow fluff unfluffed.\n\n\"…You’ve been saving up for little old me? Isn't that sweet.\" Jim raised one of his forward leg-points to his mandibles, and jabbed the leg into creamy inside of his maw. He turned sideways on his other three limbs. The unoccupied forelimb poked into the creamy crotch fur to the side of the monkey's limp package, digging in ever so slightly. \"Or maybe you just can't get enough of a grip on this tiny thing to wank properly.\"\n\nMonty blinked, and sheepishly rubbed at the back of his neck. \n\n“I… can’t.” He mumbled near-inaudibly through a grimace. Though he did manage to look Jim in the eye.\n\n\"Yeah, that's what I thought you ungrateful-\" Monty's statement registered a moment late. Jim blinked, and tilted upward to look back at the monkey. \"Wait. You're shitting me.\"\n\nMonty, more red in the hue of his face than ever, lowered his gaze and shook his head slowly.\n\n\"That's fucking sad.\" Jim admitted matter-of-factly. Then the shockbug's foreclaw in his mouth reminded him where he had been going with this, and he regained his mental balance. He pulled the claw out of his mouth, fuzz slicked down flat over his shell and dangling a glob of semen. \"But if you think I'll go easy on you, you got another thing coming.\"\n\nHe stepped forward, dangling himself over the monferno's hips, and reached down to give Monty's tailhole a jab with the cum-lubed forelimb. The monkey gasped in surprise, sphincter giving a satisfying clench against the blue point. \n\nMonty gulped down his trepidation to make way for the beginnings of an honest smile. Weak, but honest. He managed a deep, shaky breath to calm himself, and with an effort relaxed his pucker.\n\n“I… You shouldn’t go easy, on me, J-jimmy. Not after I messed up…”\n\nWatching his partner’s hole loosen to let the chitin tip slide in, Jim grinned too. Just as well Monty couldn’t see his expression from here, though. He did his unconvincing best to growl. \n\n“Good subby fag.” The cummy leg pressed in, fishing around inside Monty’s backside while the bug-type’s erect shaft pressed into the monkey’s groin. Monty squirmed deliciously under him. “I’m getting that miserable excuse for a cock up my tailpipe one way or another.”\n\nMonty nodded, laying back as his focus was consumed in letting the fluffy power-bottom work unhindered. “Y-yes… please.”\n\nJim sent a spark from the tip of his claw, enjoying how the hole tensed around him in involuntary response. Everything twitched, really- unexpected shocks did that- but the hole had a head start from the volts overriding muscle control.\n\nWaiting for the tremor to subside, he pushed in and out a few times, ‘fisting’ the larger pokémon. Then he tried another little shock, looking for the right spot.\n\nMonty moaned behind him, throwing his head back as he gave voice to the bizarre sensation. Probably everyone who slept with an electric-type got familiar with this feeling at some point, devilishly hard to describe except with the aid of a thick shag carpet and a metal doorknob. His body quaked under the pinpoint all-nerves-to-attention inside his rectum. He changed his foot-grip on the counter, spreading his legs apart to give Jim easier access.\n\nOne leg at a time, lest he tumble them and the hard stool under his back over all together at an unluckily-timed jolt. A good thing too, because Jim certainly was focusing on other matters.\n\n“You like that, monkey?” Jeered the bug, punching in further before pulling back for the next round of voltage. This was a fun game, but he knew he had to be careful. Too many jolts too far in, and a mammal could go off without ever getting hard. Jim needed a very specific set of muscles. “You’re such an [i]easy[/i] midget-dicked slut.”\n\nMonty said nothing, shrinking and shuddering inside under the dismissive tone Jim used, both of them loved, and neither discussed for fear giving permission would ruin it. \n\n“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Jim released another few amperes, and started to push in again before it registered that he’d gotten a response. The monkey’s dick had distinctly twitched against his own. Carefully he pulled back to the spot, and zapped. A harder poke against his maleness. He set up a steady buzz of current there, letting out a high-pitched purr. “There we go. Be a good monkey-bitch and get hard for buggy.”\n\nAs if he could do anything else.\n\n“Y-yes sir…” Monty breathed, concentration slipping under the freaky undulating electrical feeling that opened whatever valve separated his penis from the rest of his bloodstream. In no time his cock rose, swelling to a nearly painful degree of hardness and full length against Jim’s woody. A full length he knew topped the joltik’s… by virtue of being only a fraction less than a full inch.\n\n“Awww yeah.” Jim said smugly. He fisted the mammal a few times for the fun of it before pulling his mussed, cummy leg out of the ape’s ass and backed up to survey his reward. He sighed at the sizeable (‘tiny’ was a size) pillar of masculinity. Then he turned around, backing toward the miniature hard-on. “Finally.”\n\nMonty cracked an eye, looking down at the bright-eyed bug whose legs ticklishly tapped down onto his belly. “I h-hope you enjoy it, s-sir.”\n\n\"I damn well better.\" Jim lowered himself, adjusted, and sat onto the offered penis. Cock and anus had both dried enough since their prep work that he had to take it slow despite the remaining cum and saliva. Had to let it squeeze into his gaping, tiny hole at its own pace. The friction of entry burned pleasantly with a hell of a stretch… which Jim ate up whole. He would have been proud to know that his impulse to slam himself down on the long-awaited dick didn’t show on his face. \"Waited all week for this.\"\n\nIt was a hell of a tight fit for Monty, too. It took all his self-control not to buck his hips into his friend as the crowded confines of Jim’s strained pucker grated over his skin and radiated ecstasy into him. Not humping was extraordinarily difficult. \n\n“Please… give me… your b-best.” He panted out.\n\n“I [i]am[/i] the best.” Jim deliberately tensed his hole around the flesh filling it, squeezing the cockmeat with relish before letting his sphincter relax all at once and sliding down another fraction. He repeated the act, bug-cock leaping in time the muscle control needed to fit ever more of Monty into him. Painful, too fast, but he needed it. He needed that fat (slightly wider than a pencil) long (stunted) dick in his ass, grinding over his prostate. “Hot damn. Fuck me, monkey boy, [i]you[/i] better not hold back either.”\n\nMonty wasn’t able to form a reply in words. With a female his size, even half his size, he would’ve been asked if it was in yet. With a matching male… well, any species with buttocks would have limited him to Vienna-sausage-ing their buns, unable to reach their hole let alone their prostate. A ‘mon larger than him and he would only get off by being impossibly pent up, barely touching their inner walls.\n\nCramped in the backside of a bug that came up just past his ankle when they stood side to side, squeezed by pulsing flesh that couldn’t admit his whole finger? Moans and pants had to suffice for expressing how close he was to the second climax of the day. \n\nBouncing up and down, Jim was in buggy heaven. His rear was being stretched out wonderfully, and if Monty’s pre wasn’t really enough lube for this that was later-Jim's problem. He felt himself begin to convulse inside, leaking his pre in a clear dribble onto his friends stomach fur. \"Hell yes. Do it, man. Fill me the hell up.\"\n\nBoth felt Monty’s cock pulse, the apes entire body shook, and his hoarse moan vibrated in Jim’s fur. Without meaning to Monty’s hand did what he wouldn’t have, and shot out to shove the electric bug all the way down his shaft like a penetrable sex toy.\n\n\"Haaaaah.\" Jim slammed down with a squeak, cumming in beady drops onto the ape's stomach fur before he even felt the first spray of seed inside. And spray it did; Monty's balls and cock were well below standard, but Jim thought there wasn't much to complain about for volume. He felt his back passage bloat out with burning hot semen, giving him the fullness he'd daydreamed about for days now.\n\nWith all that going on he didn’t notice how Monty’s eyes crossed hilariously in his own bliss. But he would have called it a fair trade.\n\nOver the next few minutes they fluttered down from the heights of orgasm.\n\n\"I needed that.\" The stuffed yellow bug snuggled deeper into Monty's belly fur, letting the cock stay inside him for as long as it could. \n\n“Yeah. So did I.” Monty replied, releasing his grip on Jim’s middle so he could pet the top of the joltik’s head with an index finger. “Jimmy... I’m glad you came today...”\n\n\"Like I'd ever let Monty Jr go for long without a good emptying.\" The bug tossed back, happily accepting the pats. \"I didn't hit your balls too hard, did I?\"\n\n“Huh? O-oh.” Monty blinked. “N-no… You just surprised me, is all.”\n\n“Good. I’ll be sure to do it again sometime… Keep the pets coming, that’s nice.”\n\nMonty did just that for a minute, happy at the cooing buzz. He got to feel his erection soften inside his little lover despite the vibrations of Jim’s purr. Droplets of semen oozed out around it despite the best efforts of the greedy hole to hold every bit inside. If he hadn’t just come twice in a row, he’d be aroused all over again by how the sloppy cloaca hugged at his soft noodle. It was hot as hell.\n\nSomething that had been bothering him on and off for a while now bubbled to the top of his mind. He tried, but against the growing anxiety Monty eventually had to let the thought out.\n\n“Jim… I’m going to miss this.”\n\n\"Huh? Why?\" The worry in Monty’s voice instantly infected Jim. He grabbed Monty's finger, lifting it off of his head and cradling between his forelegs protectively. In unaccustomed self-consciousness the normally cocky bug tried not to notice how one of those legs was still plastered smooth by drying semen from his impromptu fisting session. \"You moving?\"\n\nMonty shook his head. \n\n“N-No. I mean... you’re gonna evolve soon, right? Galvantula and all.” Jim’s blank expression forced the ape onward in explanation. “We... we won’t be able to do this anymore once you evolve. I won’t- I’ll be too-”\n\n[i]Small.[/i] He couldn’t even force it out. Even unspoken, it was too stingingly loud. [i]Too small to please you.[/i]\n\n\"Eh. Maybe. Who knows?\" Jim waved a leg dismissively. And just like that, the bubble of tension popped. \"I've known rattatta who were old as balls without going all tan n’ chubby. Or maybe I could top you instead.”\n\nThe thought stung a bit deep in the little power-bottom’s soul, but he’d be damned before he let Monty see that. He’d fucking well turn into a top if the alternative was watching the monkey’s face slide back toward the anguish of a second ago. \n\nNot that he’d ever ease up on teasing the guy. That would just be silly. \n\n“Besides, turn it around. What if you evolved and suddenly you were too big for me? Suppose Monty Jr finally bulks up?\" \n\n“W-Well…” Monty paused, blush flooding back full force. He’d never thought about that. “Maybe... maybe I’d miss being… the [i]right size[/i] for you?”\n\n\"That [i]would[/i] be a damn shame. But that's exactly what I’m saying.” Setting the finger back on his head in an unspoken demand for more headpats, the bug nibbled at Monty’s stomach fur. “There's no point worrying since it hasn't happened yet. Right now, you're as much as my thirsty ass can handle and I love it. You shoulda been a bug type; Jr would make you a fucking [i]hung[/i] cutiefly.\"\n\nMonty sniffed, blinking back a tear and swallowing a chuckle at the same time. He went back to stroking the joltik’s fur.\n\n “Thanks, I guess. Though... I wouldn’t wanna have this any other way....”\n\n\"We'll see what happens. You're definitely not getting rid of me any time soon.\" Jim surreptitiously felt under his fur for the everstone pebble he kept at all times. Still there, good. Time to change the subject. \"One thing though. That thing about wanking? Getting off on a- no wait, [i]not[/i] getting off on a technicality, aren't we? I know I've seen you hump your palm when you suck me.\"\n\nMonty chuckled sheepishly. “Heh. W-well… It works sometimes, anyway.”\n\n\"Sure.\" Jim agreed, extra eyes letting him wink twice over. \"The times you’re fantasizing about me. Hey, mind if I cling to you for a while? You can put on the apron if you like. In case anyone comes in.\"\n\nThe monkey stretched down to snatch up the apron with a lanky primate arm. “Okay... why, though?”\n\n\"Because I don't have anywhere I need to be for a while. And I feel like a cuddle bug today.\"\n\nHe flicked the neck loop of the apron over his head, making Jim a bump under the cloth. To anyone else, maybe just a sign that the baker was sampling too many of his own goods. \n\nSure, there were times he wished he was bigger. But Jim… bizarre as it all was, Jim made his shortcoming worth it. He turned around, leaned back into the counter, and closed his eyes for a comfortable, cozy afternoon with the ‘mon he adored most in the world. Demanding abrasiveness and all.\n\n…\n\n……\n\n………\n\nSomething else bubbled to the top of his mind, and he lifted the neckline of the apron to voice it. “Jim?”\n\n“Yeah?” The self-admitted cuddle bug blinked his eyes up at him.\n\n“Is it really smaller than girl’s clits?” Monty asked curiously.\n\nHalfway into a good doze, Jim scratched at his head, noticed his leg was still crusty, and stuck it into his mouth to groom before stopping to think. He winced. [i]Ew. Tastes like butt.[/i] “Er, sorry. What was that?”\n\n“Clits. On girls. Are they really bigger than my junk?”\n\n“Eh…” While he searched his memory, Jim worked his mandibles over the cummy limb, scraping off residue. Might as well finish the job, now he’d started. “Not all of them. Now I think of it, not even most from what I’ve seen. You absolute stud.”\n\nMonty rolled his eyes, as much to cover how pleased the backhanded embarrassing praise felt as at the roguish double-wink Jim favored him along with it. Then he chuckled at the odd workings of his own mind.\n\n“Heh. I guess if you wanted you could get topped by a female. Heheheh…”\n\nHis laugh was brought up short by the realization that Jim had frozen midway through a nibble at his leg, fuzz poofed to the maximum in the way he’d come to associate with true deerling-in-the-headlights startlement. This being Jim, it almost never happened. Which meant…\n\n“…Wait. …You’re kidding me. Oh Arceus, [i]have[/i] you-?“\n\nThe ringing of the bell tied to the shop door interrupted his question and he spun around on his stool, apron dropping back to his fur.\n\n“Hello! This is the bakery, right?” Evidently the ludicolo didn’t need an answer because he didn’t stop to wait for an answer. “Oh good! I know this is short notice, but there’s this wedding the day after tomorrow and I really need a cake. Can you do belue berry icing?”\n\n“Uhh. Yeah.” Monty reeled. Suddenly he was very grateful for the apron, and very aware that the motion had finally pulled him free of Jim. The slow leak, he wasn’t even going to [i]think[/i] about in front of a customer. (Unfortunately the mental image of his bugfriend taking a clitoris up the tailpipe was more stubborn.) “Yeah. Belue berry?”\n\n“Oh yes. The bride is absolutely crazy about them! Such a sweet xatu girl. You’d never have dreamed she’d end up with Egil- He’s such a slob of a watchog, but I guess she wouldn’t be with him if she didn’t see a future there, eh? You should see the lovely dress she has picked out- Ooh, do you think you could make a little icing sculpture of them together? That would be absolutely darling! Of course I understand if it’s not enough time for that sort of thing and-“\n\nThe blistering barrage of cheerful chatter continued to wash over Monty with no sign of stopping any time soon, and against his belly he felt Jim relaxing. No doubt thinking he was saved, the little reprobate. [i]Just you wait, you pervy little bug; There’s no way I’m not getting that story out of you eventually…[/i]\n\n\n\n[center]The End[/center]\n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Enjoying The Little Things


by Kaydrien Iceclaw




Jim hummed, near inaudibly, as he wriggled his way under the door into the warmth. Thank heavens it wasn’t yet so late in the year that he had to hitch a ride to get anywhere. Sudden snows of any depth greater than a couple inches could strand him helpless, whole feet away from safety.

One could imagine an audible pop as he hauled himself out from under the inner corner. The joltik shook himself to un-muss his yellow fuzz. Taking in the lovely smell of fresh bread, he made a neat left turn and set off for the towering cliff of wood that was the bakery's service counter, tips of his legs clicking pin-drop soft across the stone of the floor.

With nary a pause he made the ninety-degree turn upward, skittering to the top of the counter. Looking around with four eyes (more like three; the upper undeveloped pair counted as maybe half an eye each) he saw the 'mon he was searching for, slumped over onto the wood of the counter with eyes closed, snoring softly. The monferno's face was planted on the fire-retardant quartz that made up the top surface, seated on a tall stool and clad in an apron, white where it wasn't smeared with soot.\t

Jim darted forward- someone as small as he was couldn't afford to make a leisurely walk their standard speed- and tapped at the fire pokémon’s elbow. "Ey. Hey, Monty. Wake up!"

The orange-furred head rolled to the side, one hand making a halfhearted wave. Clutching at imaginary blankets, perhaps. “Five more minutes…”

“Hey. Hey!” For all that he was yelling, the bug topped out at a modest squeak. He jabbed Monty’s bicep harder, and was nearly squashed by the sweep of the arm. Jim righted himself, unconcerned at being shooed away like the annoying insect he was, and shrugged.

“Welp. I tried. Wakey wakey you lazy monkey.”

An arc of electricity leapt from his yellow fuzz to the orange fur of the larger pokémon- Not an outright attack, but larger than a static shock.

With a yelp the monferno jolted upright, stool and ‘mon alike teetering in panicked struggle for balance. When he returned to stability Monty sighed with relief. Then his eyes trailed downward to the yellow puff on his bakery counter, and annoyance rinsed out the dregs of panic.

“Dang it, Jim. Do you always have to do that? I’ll probably have a heart attack at this rate.”

“Oh, and good afternoon to you too.” The joltik crab-walked around in front of Monty, appearing not at all chastened. “I only walked all the way from my nest to say hello to my heavy-sleeper best friend. You know. Not a big deal. Just a few thousand body lengths.”

“Oh.” Blinking, Monty yawned. He scratched at the side of his head, trying to clear the cobwebs. The fire-type always took some time to catch up with the waking world whenever he came back to it. “…It’s almost winter. You know what could happen if it started snowing.”

"It's mid-fall." Jim bounced in half-feigned irritation. "We're not up north, Monty. Besides, it's a clear sky out there. At worst I would have had to duck in to hide in someone's house or something for a day or two. Nothing I haven't done before."

“Uhm.” That could have been agreement, or the audible result of an attempt to process Jim’s cavalier attitude to squatting in another pokémon’s home.

The bug jumped forward to prod Monty in the chest with one foreleg. "Never mind that. You're asleep on the job! Been staying up late again?"

The ape nodded in reply, an embarrassed smile on his lips. “Yeah… I haven’t been able to sleep much the past few nights. And it’s a slow day today.”

"You're the one who decided to be a get-up-at-dawn baker, you big goof." Jim's eyes roamed off to the side. "Sweet! You made those little shortbread things!"

Eyes following Jim’s path toward the plateful of pale balls, Monty nodded. “Oh, yeah. I was gonna-“ Yawn “-drop some off for you.”

“Don’t mind if I do.” While Monty rubbed the grit from his eyes, the bug was already skittering along the side counter toward the goodies. He snatched up one of the cookies, large next to his fluffy body, and started munching away at the buttery pastry. “If I’d known you were making these today I’d have come earlier!”

The monferno chuckled lightly, now mostly awake. He knew very well how much the yellow bug loved his sweets.

“Heh. I appreciate that, buddy.” Monty put his finger to his chin, in parody of deep and serious thought. “You know, at this rate if I start charging you I’d be able to retire in no time.”

"Not the way you go through your fancy imported berries!" Jim tossed back, going through the cookie like a buzz saw and spraying crumbs everywhere. "Oh man these things are good."

Monty rolled his eyes at the little glutton, and decided to ask the important question. “So. Aside from getting more ‘free samples’, is there a reason you brought yourself all the way down here, Jim?”

“Oh, you know. Just taking a break from the curtains project.” The joltik replied nonchalantly, referring to his job as a weaver. Jim specialized in lacework. Finding his cookie gone, he picked up one of the larger crumbs to munch at. His voice was small, raspy, and just the tiniest bit too innocent. “Thought I’d get some exercise. Say hello to my favorite jumbo-size.”

Monty opened his mouth to reply, but he ended up letting it hang dumbly open for a few moments after those last two words caught in his ears.

“...Meaning?”

"What's to mean? The curtains for town hall are fuckin' huge and I'm going out of my mind doing the same pattern over and over and over." Jim brushed some sugar dust out of his fuzz, then jumped onto the monferno's arm, scuttling up to his shoulder where he could look the fire-type more or less in the eye. "Besides. It's been ages since we caught up."

Jim let his statement hang conspicuously in the air for a while, tracing a foreclaw through Monty's neck fur, where he knew it was most sensitive. He made it almost ten seconds before deciding to press a little harder. He purred, or rather, buzzed, "You know. Caught up."

“You…don’t mean what I think you mean.” Monty chuckled nervously, crossing his legs. From this close, Jim could see his pupils dilate slightly. His voice climbed steadily to a register nearly as squeaky as his diminutive friend, but much less confident. “…do you?”

Like lightning Jim was perching on top of the monferno’s head, hanging down to stare into his eyes.

“I think I might just mean exactly what you think I mean to mean.”

Smile frozen onto his face by nerves, Monty’s hands clenched at his sides. His feet made the same motion, clinging to the stool for emotional rather than physical support. “J-Jim, you’re not serious. Here?”

Jim didn’t break eye contact. Monty felt the bug’s abdomen (or ‘hips’) grind against the top of his skull suggestively. “Here.”

Darting around the bakery in search of escape, Monty’s eyes finally came to rest on the front door. A way out, metaphorically as well as literally.

“What if someone comes in and sees us?”

"Monty." The piping, tiny voice resonated through his scalp. "You've told me before this is the slowest time of year. The hibernators' bulk orders aren't for a few weeks. We're between holidays. And half of everyone is at the seasonal market down in however-the-hell-you-pronounce-that-town-name."

“I-“ The bits of unfurred skin about Monty’s face made promising forays toward a nice shade of tomato, and his gaze fell to between his legs. At some point his hands had made their way to his lap, clutching at the cream fabric of his baker’s apron. Probably too late for that protective gesture to do any good. Still, the primate gave one more last-ditch effort for the cause. “…But w-what if someone does? What if they see… you know…”

"And." The bug-type talked over him, rather impressive for their respective volumes. "It's the slowest time of day, too. You were asleep for cryin' out loud. I bet nobody's been here since the lunch rush, which, judging from how dead it is out there, was like... three pokémon?"

Two pokémon, but Monty didn’t bother to correct him. Jim was right; even the usual trickle of visitors would have been enough to keep him somewhat alert. Unsure what to say, the fire-type didn’t say anything.

Jim slipped down to the ape's shoulder to brush up against his neck like a cat.

"You know you want to," He buzzed right into an ear, completely assured, without any uncertainty.

Resolve crumbling and face as red as a cherry, Monty sighed. “Okay. You win.”

His hands moved to the hem of his apron, gripping it. Jim looked at the way the monferno lifted the edge of that lone garment. High enough for, say, a very small pokémon to crawl in with ease. He walked a few inches down Monty's shoulder, and turned around to face him from his elbow.

"Mmmmmmno."

Monty blinked down at the yellow bug. His voice squeaked again. “…What?”

"Off with the apron." The joltik backflipped to land on the counter with a little click of hard leg-tips on rock. "Show me the goods, big boy."

“You want me to get naked? Here!?!” Distress brought the volume up to a half-shriek, Monty holding it to only to half by considerable effort. Jim could have sworn the ape got even redder. Maybe because the color was crowded into a smaller space by his eyes doing their best dinner-plate impression.

"It's only fair. I'm not hiding anything." Jim reared back momentarily. A spot of pink was barely visible in his thick yellow fuzz. His tone went malevolent (in a tiny-bug sort of way). "What's wrong? Shy?"

Monty tugged his apron back down, legs re-crossing. He screwed his lips closed, refusing to reply, and averted his gaze from the miniscule tormentor.

Jim didn't say anything either. Instead, he lowered his back half slightly, started to hump against the smooth marble of the counter. "Suit yourself. I plan to have fun anyway."

Peripheral vision can be a real bitch. Monty’s eyeballs ratcheted down to the calculated molesting Jim was giving his furniture, flew to the door, and then back to the insect. In the dead quiet he thought could actually hear the faint skreep-skreep-skreep of skin against polished countertop. That could have been his imagination, though.

“Jim, if someone does come in then- then I’m not going to talk to you anymore!” As a threat, it came across pretty light on ‘threatening’ and heavy on ‘pitiable’. Monty didn’t figure either of them bought it.

"This is why you suck at cards." Jim ground against the counter luxuriantly, leaving a tiny smear of pre, immediately wiped away by his fluff. He was pleased by how the monferno’s large eyes slavishly followed the motion. "You can't bluff for shit. What are you really worried about? Afraid to pitch a tent watching little old me?"

Beaten, Monty sighed.

“All right already. I’m- I’m taking it off, okay?”

Jim skittered to the edge of the counter as the apron was tossed to the floor at the side of the stool. He peered down between the fiery ape's legs.

"Oh, sweetie. You are happy to see me," He cooed, surveying the hardening package below him. The small package. The very small package, which would not have looked out of place on Jim himself, atop nuts that matched raisins for size.

Monty forced a smile. “Y-yeah. I missed you, Jimmy.”

"Put that sense of balance to good use and lean back for me, babe."

“Y-yes sir.” Monty nodded. Using his hands to prop himself up and grabbed at the underside of the counter with his feet as he did, sweeping his fiery tail back around. Carefully, so it wouldn’t add to the scorch marks visible on the woodwork here and there.  He leaned back as much as he could, grabbing at one of the stool’s crossbars/footrests behind him with his hands.

Jim wiggled back on his legs before making the precarious hop to the revealed rim of the wooden stool, hauling himself up by the forelegs. His fuzz brushed against the insides of Monty's thighs and tailbase, making the larger 'mon shiver a little while the joltik reared up to meet his eyes over Monty’s belly and tiny endowment. He gently tapped the tiny penis in front of him with one foreleg.

"I missed you too. And I missed this little guy... The real reason you wear that apron."

“Well…” The monkey shivered at the intimate contact. His smile was still a product of effort, but a hint of flustered appreciation contributed. “…he missed you too, Jimmy. V-very, very much.

“I bet you did. You and Monty Jr here.” Jim clambered up to rest on top of his lover's crotch. Deliberately he humped against the micropenis, once. His own length bounced off of Monty's, pink wedge against simian shaft, making the ape’s foreskin shift against it at the impact. With any luck he could fluster a few more of those adorable stutters out of him. "Even when you first told me, I didn't really believe you about how small it is. You're barely bigger than me and I come up to your ankle."

Looking down at the fluffy tick bouncing against his teenie weenie, Monty just barely restrained a moan. Eyes unfocused slightly in need.

“W-well… yeah, Junior’s so… s-…” He shivered in guilty anticipation, but pushed on, eyes pleading. “s-small. But he does a g-good job. R-right, Jimmy?”

"Mmm-hmm." Jim hummed smugly, nestling down to frot the (mostly) much larger pokémon. The way Monty’s eyes self-consciously begged for affirmation was just so cute. "He's just right for a tiny little size queen like me, stud."

The joltik's voice turned from sultry praise to affectionate, vicious malice all at once. "-Even if there are girls your size with bigger clits."

Monty shrunk back. But the flinch came along with an unconscious twitch of his hips and lips in tandem.

“P-p-please don’t call it that, Jimmy. I’m not a girl…” The primate squeaked.

"I didn't say you were. I didn’t say it was a clit, either." Jim arranged his tiny mandibles in a buggy smirk. "I said clits are bigger than your dick."

A faint, ambiguous squeal escaped Monty’s lips before they could seal themselves shut against it. But the yellow bug-type fancied sheepish delight outweighed distress in the sound.

Monty’s eyes shifted off to the side and his tail wrapped around one of the copper-plated stool legs, wrapping around one of the crossbars opposite his hands.

“Well…” He started, paused, and let his head hang back in defeat. “Y-yeah. You’re probably right…”

"I would be the one to know." Jim agreed smugly. He crawled forward on Monty's belly and turned around so he could nuzzle at the tiny, achingly hard monkey dick. "You were too afraid to find out about clits firsthand because of this little cutie."

“Yeah. I was.” The primate quivered at the touch against his achingly hard shaft. His cheeks burned at memories of years past, where he hadn’t dared to flirt with anyone for fear of hitting it off and having to reveal his inadequately sized genitals. He knew Jim was more experienced. How much more was difficult to tell; the confident little joltik had a tendency to exaggerate.

"How about you lick your pinkie to slick down my fluffy butt while I get this bad boy ready? I need to punish him for making you sad." The joltik nibbled at Monty's penis, slipping it between his mandibles and into his mouth. "Mmm."

The monferno’s hands and feet clenched around their holds as he tried not to let the teasing and tight mouth get to him too fast. Shakily he brought his left hand around to his mouth. Wrapping his lips around his little finger he licked at it, damping it before pulling it from his lips with a wet pop, saliva trailing from it.

He had to fish around Jim's fluff for what he was looking for. When you got right down to it, Jim was mostly static-charged fluff by volume, and by the time he found the bug-type's cloaca his digit was too dry to lube Jim effectively. The joltik waggled his abdomen teasingly back at him as Jim forced the erection into his mouth and beyond, deepthroating the member with relish.

Moaning, Monty reflected that Jim really knew his way around, arachnid mouth showing an expertise with his miniscule pecker he doubted he could have matched if their positions were reversed. He brought his finger back to his mouth for more spit. While he did he stared at the tiny hole visible through the mussed fuzz, making it a distraction from the head he was getting. It was a funny thing; if you looked closely the little shockbug was blue under all that yellow.

Shaky with pleasure he brought his re-wetted pinkie back down to his friend’s backside. Jim churred happily at the attention, pressing back into the slickened finger. The blunt digit ground against his rear hole, prodding but too large to get properly in.

Jim nibbled his mandibles around Monty’s maleness encouragingly and pushed forward harder, struggling to hilt it in his face. For all he mocked the monkey’s micro-dick- for all it deserved mockery on a relative scale- it was more than enough for a joltik.

The monferno reared his head back, panting, eyes closed as he continued to work over the tick’s rear. Clumsily, because he couldn’t think of much beside what his friend was doing with his mouth. Jim knew exactly what to do with Monty Jr. He was so tight around Monty’s skin, making it tingle with damp friction.

“Jim… You’re so, s-so goooood…”

Jim accepted the praise as his due, pushing down further. He’d never say it out loud (at least, not while in the middle of a good size-shaming session) but he couldn’t get enough of Monty’s cock. He choked down another fraction, forcing the monkey-meat further into his pharynx while he thanked his arthopod biology for book-lungs that opened out at his ‘hips’: He didn’t need his throat to breath.

He didn’t even need it to talk trash.

“Damn right I’m good. I’m sucking you down like a puny sausage. Get yourself ready to fuck me with this teeny weenie, because I haven’t been stretched out properly since-“

Monty’s whole body twitched, toppled over the brink, miniscule peen pulsing. The involuntary motion rammed Jim forward by the pinkie against the bug’s ass, face shoved balls-deep onto the monkey’s dick. The force was enough to barely press the overlarge fingertip a fraction into his tiny hole, brutally stretching Jim’s backside with a suddenness that made him squeak out in pain (and just a hint of anticipatory, size-loving greed). A small sound, half-drowned by Monty’s pleasured exhalations, but emphatic.

Jim pulled in a deep breath, without moving a hair off the cock in his mouth. It throbbed the fire-type’s load deep into him, a hot jet warming him through from inside. He could feel his fuzz poofed out by the suddenness off the event. That, and the aching stretch of the first couple millimeters of Monty’s finger in his rear.

All was silent for several breaths.

“…Monty.”

Staring up at the ceiling and wracked by orgasmic aftershocks, Monty took a while to register his name. Then wavered between blushing and going pale, settled on cringing. He had a hunch about how the next minute was going to go, and he was divided on how to feel about it. “Uh. Yes, Jim?”

“I don’t think your cock is in my ass yet. Right?” The accusatory tone sent another guilty spurt through the maleness in Jim’s mouth, prolonged into a smooth flow by the smallness of the nozzle it had to fight through.

“…No…” The monkey squeaked, hands jerking up so he could hide behind them (and leaving Jim’s anus bereft with a pop).

“So you didn’t just blow your load.” Jim ignored the feel of air against his stinging pucker to continue inexorably. “Because if you had, that would mean you didn’t stuff my backside with it. And we haven’t fooled around in a couple weeks. So you would definitely warn me before going off early like some two-pump chump and cheating my ass of a cumshot it’s been waiting for for days. Right?”

The shockbug’s monologue grew into a respectable little rant, growing in intensity until it was dripping frustration. Monty let out a whimper as his hands crept a little higher to hide his eyes in shame. “I-I’m so sorry, Jimmy. It’s just… It’s been so long since the last time we did it, you know?”

Jim swatted the monkey’s pathetically-sized nutsack with a forelimb that made Monty jerk and the stool they were balanced on judder against the floor in turn.  When the flinch passed he started to pull himself off the miniscule maleness. The tips of his legs dug into Monty’s fur as he did. “Dammit, Monty.”

“I… I’m sorry…” Monty repeated. More feeling sorry for disappointing his friend than hurt by the slap, the fire-type transferred his foot-grip to the counter and pulled his head up to look down at the irate bug.

“Damn right you’re sorry.” Harangued the little arachnid. Jim popped off the end of Monty’s softening cock, letting a little spray of jizz spill out onto the ape’s belly fur. More cum than might be expected from Monty’s single-penny coinpurse, and quite hot as one had to expect when bedding a fire type. “I walk my ass all the way over here for a good fucking and I get a mouthful instead! When I want a meal I’ll ask for a damn meal.”

The monferno gulped, trying to think of anything he could say or do to placate the bug glaring up at him. “I really am sorry. I didn’t… I mean, I haven’t been…”

Monty trailed off under the weight of annoyed blue eyes, embarrassed and blushing once more. After a long moment the dagger stare rounded off it’s edges and yellow fluff unfluffed.

"…You’ve been saving up for little old me? Isn't that sweet." Jim raised one of his forward leg-points to his mandibles, and jabbed the leg into creamy inside of his maw. He turned sideways on his other three limbs. The unoccupied forelimb poked into the creamy crotch fur to the side of the monkey's limp package, digging in ever so slightly. "Or maybe you just can't get enough of a grip on this tiny thing to wank properly."

Monty blinked, and sheepishly rubbed at the back of his neck.

“I… can’t.” He mumbled near-inaudibly through a grimace. Though he did manage to look Jim in the eye.

"Yeah, that's what I thought you ungrateful-" Monty's statement registered a moment late. Jim blinked, and tilted upward to look back at the monkey. "Wait. You're shitting me."

Monty, more red in the hue of his face than ever, lowered his gaze and shook his head slowly.

"That's fucking sad." Jim admitted matter-of-factly. Then the shockbug's foreclaw in his mouth reminded him where he had been going with this, and he regained his mental balance. He pulled the claw out of his mouth, fuzz slicked down flat over his shell and dangling a glob of semen. "But if you think I'll go easy on you, you got another thing coming."

He stepped forward, dangling himself over the monferno's hips, and reached down to give Monty's tailhole a jab with the cum-lubed forelimb. The monkey gasped in surprise, sphincter giving a satisfying clench against the blue point.

Monty gulped down his trepidation to make way for the beginnings of an honest smile. Weak, but honest. He managed a deep, shaky breath to calm himself, and with an effort relaxed his pucker.

“I… You shouldn’t go easy, on me, J-jimmy. Not after I messed up…”

Watching his partner’s hole loosen to let the chitin tip slide in, Jim grinned too. Just as well Monty couldn’t see his expression from here, though. He did his unconvincing best to growl.

“Good subby fag.” The cummy leg pressed in, fishing around inside Monty’s backside while the bug-type’s erect shaft pressed into the monkey’s groin. Monty squirmed deliciously under him. “I’m getting that miserable excuse for a cock up my tailpipe one way or another.”

Monty nodded, laying back as his focus was consumed in letting the fluffy power-bottom work unhindered. “Y-yes… please.”

Jim sent a spark from the tip of his claw, enjoying how the hole tensed around him in involuntary response. Everything twitched, really- unexpected shocks did that- but the hole had a head start from the volts overriding muscle control.

Waiting for the tremor to subside, he pushed in and out a few times, ‘fisting’ the larger pokémon. Then he tried another little shock, looking for the right spot.

Monty moaned behind him, throwing his head back as he gave voice to the bizarre sensation. Probably everyone who slept with an electric-type got familiar with this feeling at some point, devilishly hard to describe except with the aid of a thick shag carpet and a metal doorknob. His body quaked under the pinpoint all-nerves-to-attention inside his rectum. He changed his foot-grip on the counter, spreading his legs apart to give Jim easier access.

One leg at a time, lest he tumble them and the hard stool under his back over all together at an unluckily-timed jolt. A good thing too, because Jim certainly was focusing on other matters.

“You like that, monkey?” Jeered the bug, punching in further before pulling back for the next round of voltage. This was a fun game, but he knew he had to be careful. Too many jolts too far in, and a mammal could go off without ever getting hard. Jim needed a very specific set of muscles. “You’re such an easy midget-dicked slut.”

Monty said nothing, shrinking and shuddering inside under the dismissive tone Jim used, both of them loved, and neither discussed for fear giving permission would ruin it.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Jim released another few amperes, and started to push in again before it registered that he’d gotten a response. The monkey’s dick had distinctly twitched against his own. Carefully he pulled back to the spot, and zapped. A harder poke against his maleness. He set up a steady buzz of current there, letting out a high-pitched purr. “There we go. Be a good monkey-bitch and get hard for buggy.”

As if he could do anything else.

“Y-yes sir…” Monty breathed, concentration slipping under the freaky undulating electrical feeling that opened whatever valve separated his penis from the rest of his bloodstream. In no time his cock rose, swelling to a nearly painful degree of hardness and full length against Jim’s woody. A full length he knew topped the joltik’s… by virtue of being only a fraction less than a full inch.

“Awww yeah.” Jim said smugly. He fisted the mammal a few times for the fun of it before pulling his mussed, cummy leg out of the ape’s ass and backed up to survey his reward. He sighed at the sizeable (‘tiny’ was a size) pillar of masculinity. Then he turned around, backing toward the miniature hard-on. “Finally.”

Monty cracked an eye, looking down at the bright-eyed bug whose legs ticklishly tapped down onto his belly. “I h-hope you enjoy it, s-sir.”

"I damn well better." Jim lowered himself, adjusted, and sat onto the offered penis. Cock and anus had both dried enough since their prep work that he had to take it slow despite the remaining cum and saliva. Had to let it squeeze into his gaping, tiny hole at its own pace. The friction of entry burned pleasantly with a hell of a stretch… which Jim ate up whole. He would have been proud to know that his impulse to slam himself down on the long-awaited dick didn’t show on his face. "Waited all week for this."

It was a hell of a tight fit for Monty, too. It took all his self-control not to buck his hips into his friend as the crowded confines of Jim’s strained pucker grated over his skin and radiated ecstasy into him. Not humping was extraordinarily difficult.

“Please… give me… your b-best.” He panted out.

“I am the best.” Jim deliberately tensed his hole around the flesh filling it, squeezing the cockmeat with relish before letting his sphincter relax all at once and sliding down another fraction. He repeated the act, bug-cock leaping in time the muscle control needed to fit ever more of Monty into him. Painful, too fast, but he needed it. He needed that fat (slightly wider than a pencil) long (stunted) dick in his ass, grinding over his prostate. “Hot damn. Fuck me, monkey boy, you better not hold back either.”

Monty wasn’t able to form a reply in words. With a female his size, even half his size, he would’ve been asked if it was in yet. With a matching male… well, any species with buttocks would have limited him to Vienna-sausage-ing their buns, unable to reach their hole let alone their prostate. A ‘mon larger than him and he would only get off by being impossibly pent up, barely touching their inner walls.

Cramped in the backside of a bug that came up just past his ankle when they stood side to side, squeezed by pulsing flesh that couldn’t admit his whole finger? Moans and pants had to suffice for expressing how close he was to the second climax of the day.

Bouncing up and down, Jim was in buggy heaven. His rear was being stretched out wonderfully, and if Monty’s pre wasn’t really enough lube for this that was later-Jim's problem. He felt himself begin to convulse inside, leaking his pre in a clear dribble onto his friends stomach fur. "Hell yes. Do it, man. Fill me the hell up."

Both felt Monty’s cock pulse, the apes entire body shook, and his hoarse moan vibrated in Jim’s fur. Without meaning to Monty’s hand did what he wouldn’t have, and shot out to shove the electric bug all the way down his shaft like a penetrable sex toy.

"Haaaaah." Jim slammed down with a squeak, cumming in beady drops onto the ape's stomach fur before he even felt the first spray of seed inside. And spray it did; Monty's balls and cock were well below standard, but Jim thought there wasn't much to complain about for volume. He felt his back passage bloat out with burning hot semen, giving him the fullness he'd daydreamed about for days now.

With all that going on he didn’t notice how Monty’s eyes crossed hilariously in his own bliss. But he would have called it a fair trade.

Over the next few minutes they fluttered down from the heights of orgasm.

"I needed that." The stuffed yellow bug snuggled deeper into Monty's belly fur, letting the cock stay inside him for as long as it could.

“Yeah. So did I.” Monty replied, releasing his grip on Jim’s middle so he could pet the top of the joltik’s head with an index finger. “Jimmy... I’m glad you came today...”

"Like I'd ever let Monty Jr go for long without a good emptying." The bug tossed back, happily accepting the pats. "I didn't hit your balls too hard, did I?"

“Huh? O-oh.” Monty blinked. “N-no… You just surprised me, is all.”

“Good. I’ll be sure to do it again sometime… Keep the pets coming, that’s nice.”

Monty did just that for a minute, happy at the cooing buzz. He got to feel his erection soften inside his little lover despite the vibrations of Jim’s purr. Droplets of semen oozed out around it despite the best efforts of the greedy hole to hold every bit inside. If he hadn’t just come twice in a row, he’d be aroused all over again by how the sloppy cloaca hugged at his soft noodle. It was hot as hell.

Something that had been bothering him on and off for a while now bubbled to the top of his mind. He tried, but against the growing anxiety Monty eventually had to let the thought out.

“Jim… I’m going to miss this.”

"Huh? Why?" The worry in Monty’s voice instantly infected Jim. He grabbed Monty's finger, lifting it off of his head and cradling between his forelegs protectively. In unaccustomed self-consciousness the normally cocky bug tried not to notice how one of those legs was still plastered smooth by drying semen from his impromptu fisting session. "You moving?"

Monty shook his head.

“N-No. I mean... you’re gonna evolve soon, right? Galvantula and all.” Jim’s blank expression forced the ape onward in explanation. “We... we won’t be able to do this anymore once you evolve. I won’t- I’ll be too-”

Small. He couldn’t even force it out. Even unspoken, it was too stingingly loud. Too small to please you.

"Eh. Maybe. Who knows?" Jim waved a leg dismissively. And just like that, the bubble of tension popped. "I've known rattatta who were old as balls without going all tan n’ chubby. Or maybe I could top you instead.”

The thought stung a bit deep in the little power-bottom’s soul, but he’d be damned before he let Monty see that. He’d fucking well turn into a top if the alternative was watching the monkey’s face slide back toward the anguish of a second ago.

Not that he’d ever ease up on teasing the guy. That would just be silly.

“Besides, turn it around. What if you evolved and suddenly you were too big for me? Suppose Monty Jr finally bulks up?"

“W-Well…” Monty paused, blush flooding back full force. He’d never thought about that. “Maybe... maybe I’d miss being… the right size for you?”

"That would be a damn shame. But that's exactly what I’m saying.” Setting the finger back on his head in an unspoken demand for more headpats, the bug nibbled at Monty’s stomach fur. “There's no point worrying since it hasn't happened yet. Right now, you're as much as my thirsty ass can handle and I love it. You shoulda been a bug type; Jr would make you a fucking hung cutiefly."

Monty sniffed, blinking back a tear and swallowing a chuckle at the same time. He went back to stroking the joltik’s fur.

 “Thanks, I guess. Though... I wouldn’t wanna have this any other way....”

"We'll see what happens. You're definitely not getting rid of me any time soon." Jim surreptitiously felt under his fur for the everstone pebble he kept at all times. Still there, good. Time to change the subject. "One thing though. That thing about wanking? Getting off on a- no wait, not getting off on a technicality, aren't we? I know I've seen you hump your palm when you suck me."

Monty chuckled sheepishly. “Heh. W-well… It works sometimes, anyway.”

"Sure." Jim agreed, extra eyes letting him wink twice over. "The times you’re fantasizing about me. Hey, mind if I cling to you for a while? You can put on the apron if you like. In case anyone comes in."

The monkey stretched down to snatch up the apron with a lanky primate arm. “Okay... why, though?”

"Because I don't have anywhere I need to be for a while. And I feel like a cuddle bug today."

He flicked the neck loop of the apron over his head, making Jim a bump under the cloth. To anyone else, maybe just a sign that the baker was sampling too many of his own goods.

Sure, there were times he wished he was bigger. But Jim… bizarre as it all was, Jim made his shortcoming worth it. He turned around, leaned back into the counter, and closed his eyes for a comfortable, cozy afternoon with the ‘mon he adored most in the world. Demanding abrasiveness and all.

…

……

………

Something else bubbled to the top of his mind, and he lifted the neckline of the apron to voice it. “Jim?”

“Yeah?” The self-admitted cuddle bug blinked his eyes up at him.

“Is it really smaller than girl’s clits?” Monty asked curiously.

Halfway into a good doze, Jim scratched at his head, noticed his leg was still crusty, and stuck it into his mouth to groom before stopping to think. He winced. Ew. Tastes like butt. “Er, sorry. What was that?”

“Clits. On girls. Are they really bigger than my junk?”

“Eh…” While he searched his memory, Jim worked his mandibles over the cummy limb, scraping off residue. Might as well finish the job, now he’d started. “Not all of them. Now I think of it, not even most from what I’ve seen. You absolute stud.”

Monty rolled his eyes, as much to cover how pleased the backhanded embarrassing praise felt as at the roguish double-wink Jim favored him along with it. Then he chuckled at the odd workings of his own mind.

“Heh. I guess if you wanted you could get topped by a female. Heheheh…”

His laugh was brought up short by the realization that Jim had frozen midway through a nibble at his leg, fuzz poofed to the maximum in the way he’d come to associate with true deerling-in-the-headlights startlement. This being Jim, it almost never happened. Which meant…

“…Wait. …You’re kidding me.  Oh Arceus, have you-?“

The ringing of the bell tied to the shop door interrupted his question and he spun around on his stool, apron dropping back to his fur.

“Hello! This is the bakery, right?” Evidently the ludicolo didn’t need an answer because he didn’t stop to wait for an answer. “Oh good! I know this is short notice, but there’s this wedding the day after tomorrow and I really need a cake. Can you do belue berry icing?”

“Uhh. Yeah.” Monty reeled. Suddenly he was very grateful for the apron, and very aware that the motion had finally pulled him free of Jim. The slow leak, he wasn’t even going to think about in front of a customer. (Unfortunately the mental image of his bugfriend taking a clitoris up the tailpipe was more stubborn.) “Yeah. Belue berry?”

“Oh yes. The bride is absolutely crazy about them! Such a sweet xatu girl. You’d never have dreamed she’d end up with Egil- He’s such a slob of a watchog, but I guess she wouldn’t be with him if she didn’t see a future there, eh? You should see the lovely dress she has picked out- Ooh, do you think you could make a little icing sculpture of them together? That would be absolutely darling! Of course I understand if it’s not enough time for that sort of thing and-“

The blistering barrage of cheerful chatter continued to wash over Monty with no sign of stopping any time soon, and against his belly he felt Jim relaxing. No doubt thinking he was saved, the little reprobate. Just you wait, you pervy little bug; There’s no way I’m not getting that story out of you eventually…



The End



", "pools_count": 0, "title": "Enjoying the Little Things", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/plain", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "2", "views": "994" }