DAY 0: EMPTY
"So why am I doing this again?" Sierra mused aloud, her tongue playing a skillful dance around Retra's cock.

He appeared bashful and blushing - no surprise there. "Eheh... 'cause I wanted to... try that month challenge thing. You... know the one."

She did know the one, and it had surprised her quite a bit to hear of it in this household of theirs, where lewd frivolity was as common as meals and naps.

"Any particular reason why?" She asked curiously, stroking a paw along his knot.

He sruggled to find an answer among the waves of pleasure crashing over his mind, and came up empty, groaning instead with a shudder.

Sierra didn't press the issue. Not understanding it didn't mean she couldn't accept it. Wondering whether or not he'd made it that far was intriguing too, to some degree. No doubt she'd be tempted too. Sierra loved her Flareon boy, and seeing him in lustful need while being unable to help him sounded like quite a challenge.

Retra gasped, leaning his head back against the wall of their closet. "C-c-cumming...!"

Sierra purred, feeling that pink cock squirt its warm and sticky mess down her throat for... the third time, was it? Fourth maybe? Her lips were studious, ensuring none escaped, a paw gently massaging his soft orange-furred balls.

"Mmph... got another in you?" She asked. He nodded, weakly, wanting to be as prepared as possible.

Sierra grinned, and got right back to sucking. She certainly wasn't complaining about this kind of prep work. No doubt she'd miss his lovely pink dick later in the month... but there were other boys in the house, and she didn't feel the need to push that challenge onto herself too.

Wet sounds filled the air as she began to suckle and paw at his length once more, helping her boy empty as much of his orbs as possible.

Flareon cum was gonna be quite rare later, after all.

And if it wasn't, if he failed... all the better for her, honestly!

---

DAY 1: HARD
Retra had no idea how he was gonna manage this. 

Day one, and he was already just sitting there, staring at his cock, stiff and hard. He'd gotten used to having a girl Eevee to stuff it into whenever he was horny, and suddenly being without that made him truly realize how much he savored that privilege.

The pink cock throbbed before him, a bead of pre on its tip, as if it were imporing to him. "Come on, just rub it out. Just find Sierra and mount her. Or Emma. Or anyone."

But if he was gonna give up, it wouldn't be day one. He'd never live it down.

The shaft twitched, as if in displeasure at the thought.

"It's not gonna get easier if I just stare at it," he grumbled to himself, and perked up instead at the thought of going berry-picking. "Yeah, that's a better idea."

He liked picking berries. It helped the household have a good selection to choose from, and it was out in public where his thoughts were far less likely to roam in 'that' direction, what with his shy nature and all. To think it would actually help him in some way - ironic, perhaps.

Retra sighed as he stood up and paced back and forth by the back door, thoughts focused on berries and only berries.

Couldn't go out until that dick throbbing between his legs gave up and retreated, after all... 

This was gonna take some getting used to.

---

DAY 2: Daydream
Retra gazed at the closed closet and let his mind wander.

It was easier to do so when Sierra and the other girls weren't home. Riskier if they were, since they'd tempt him, even if it wasn't on purpose.

Not that it helped much. All he could think about was being in that closet and getting frisky with its owner.

The more direct thoughts he deflected. Imagining him going in and mounting her cute little butt, or using a paw to shove her mouth down to his crotch - too obvious, quickly disppelled. But the mind finds ways around such obstacles, and in a quiet moment of wandering consciousness his thoughts drifted in that direction again much more slowly. 

He could see himself entering the closet, sitting down, shutting the door with a paw as darkness enveloped him. Smell her soft scent in the air, feel the still somewhat warm bedding beneath his form. The feral Flareon waited there, enjoying the signs of her presence almost as much as her presence would itself.

The door would crack, and slowly but gracefully she'd slide in, charming him with a lovely winning smile.

Paws would seek her, pulling Sierra into his embrace, locking lips, purring chest against purring chest. Her soft mewls and coos would echo in his ears as he tenderly kissed, laying her down gently, easily.

His body would reign over her own, his warmth palpable, his fluff thick, rubbing themselves against each other, that one part of him seeking its adored warm sanctuary to enter, a place she freely offered, nay, begged him to come to, wanting his pleasure, wanting him - 

- wanting.

Wanting?

Wanting! No, not wanting!

He snapped out of it with a light yelp and gazed guiltily down at his cock. It was throbbing, eager, needy. A drooling line of pre snaked down its underside, demanding attention.

With a sigh he stood up awkwardly, making his way to the door, to pace and prepare for another berry excursion.

A small smile lit on his face as he thought of Sierra.

"Do it for her," he mused to himself, feeling his frustrated member retreat. "You know full well how much she'd like to satisfy her boy after a month of purity. Think of her enjoyment, not yours."

It helped. It truly did.

Not that it made the task easy.

---

DAY 3: SQUEEZE
The Flareon didn't think a nap in the sun would cause his challenge any additinoal difficulty. The warmth from the sun's rays was pleasant, giving Retra plenty of incentive to lounge within it and let his mind get drowsy in that enjoyable way one often strove for. 

The fire type normally didn't do this with a full erection, but he didn't have much of a choice in the matter. The thing seemed to defy him, to complain of its predicament with its continued presence.

Retra sighed and ignored it, purring as the sun's rays soaked into his fur. Ooh, that felt good.

His paws were gently settled around a pillow, one as long as his body, a nice bit of additional comfort on the windowsill he lounged upon. His grip toyed and experimented with that pillow somewhat, seeking for a comfier position to lay himself. 

As it normally was, he could have easily achieved this and drifted off to sleep. Not quite as easily done in this particular mood though. With his mind wandering and thoughts evaporating like smoke, Retra unconsciously began grinding against that pillow of his. 

It felt nice. The soft and malleable fabric rubbed against the underside of his cock as he rolled his hips, the squeezing pressure quite soft but substantial enough to push against, substantial enough for his drifting mind to imagine it a lovely warm hole to mount and rut to his heart's content. 

For a long moment it was precisely that in his mind, as he "rode" that pillow with a murmur, cocktip drooling pre on its otherwise pristine texture.

Thankfully, his mind caught up with him. Perhaps it was the realization of what he was fantasizing about, growing from a subconscious desire to a much more conscious effort. Or perhaps he just came to his senses and realized what he was doing in the first place. With a sigh the Flareon stopped grinding, looking down at his pillow.

It'd be so easy to keep going. To rub and hump that cushion until he finally shudderd and began to cum, splattering it and his bellyfur with warm seed, to sate that urge that was growing steadily by the day.

Sighing again, Retra pushed the pillow away from him and laid on his back. 

This was much better, he mused, and kept himself still until his mind drifted away once more, this time with nothing to distract him. After all, he couldn't exactly get far by humping the open air above him. And if he sleepily rolled over to grind on the windowsill, well, that would just plain hurt.

So it was that Retra snoozed away in the afternoon sun as Sierra came by, tilting her head curiously. There was that boy of hers, napping in the sun with a full boner, and a pillow discarded that... sniff... smelled like him. 

She grinned, amused. Didn't take much to put two and two together about what had transpired here, huh?

It was, as expected, a temptation for the girl to just help herself to that throbbing dick. It's what she was used to - claiming him whenever her whims desired, or vice versa. But she respected his personal challenge, even if she didn't really understand it.

Still... it didn't stop her from nabbing and running off with that pillow, adding it to her closet collection. When it came to having a den of her own that carried the scent of the boy she loved, there was little reason not to add to it with whatever those cute little paws of hers could find!

But she'd drag him into that den after the month was out and truly mark his domain with his scent - she'd make sure of that.

---

DAY 4: MORNING
The morning sun finally woke the Flareon, who yawned widely and stretched his legs. A warm feeling indeed, that sun...  he savored it, gazing out the window with a smile, comfortable in his simple bed by that generously sized pane of glass. A little slice of heaven for him, especially in the summer warmth.

His gaze trailed away, and noticed his unwelcome visitor with a frown.

The Flreon's pink cock was fully erect and throbbing, as if to impress him with how early it had risen to tempt him.

And it was indeed a temptation. Several days without getting to cum... he could feel that, and the frustration was - somewhat amusingly, somehow - almost palpable. He had gotten used to taking care of this feeling ever since moving in with this family, and forcing himself to refuse that helpful resource was an exercise in frustration. Already he'd been questioning why he wanted to do this in the first place.

It was hard to say, but still, what kept him going was the thought of treating his special Eevee girl to a good time when he could finally indulge.

"No fapping for you," he growled, slowly rising to all fours, glancing down to watch the shaft throb and sway between his hinds with an annoyed huff.

A voice from outside the room caught him off guard. "No fapping? I'd rather die."

Retra narrowed his eyes at Ghalen with another huff, the ice type watching him with a know-it-all smirk. "Hmmmh... I'm not surprised, I don't think you'd last a day doing this."

Ghalen snickered. "Why would I want to? Cummming is great! I think I'll go indulge right now, even!" The Glaceon wandered away with a laugh, awkwardly poking between his legs with a forepaw as he went.

Retra sighed. He didn't mind the boy, not much. He was still young in heart and had the attitude to match. But he could be kept in check... and he wasn't all that bad in bed either. The mix of fire and ice had been an interesting one to experience. 

But best not to reminisce on that now, he figured, feeling his dick stirring between his legs.

Retra ignored it, and walked away from his bed, pondering how to spend his time today with an idle walk around the house. It would help his body to settle down and give himself time to think.

He'd need it, no doubt. No matter what he did, he knew he'd be getting several visits from that pink pole between his legs today, and he'd need to be ready to rebuff it each time.

Still... for a brief moment before he banished the thought away, he felt reluctance to that moment in bed. How easy it would have been to start his day with a good quick paw-off... empty his balls into the blanket, feel those good vibes after a strong climax, and finally leap out of bed to hit the ground running on another beautiful day.

Well, perhaps next time.

---

DAY 5: STICKY
It took Retra some time to realize he... could use a bit of cleaning.

That pink cock of his was becoming more and more insistent on his attention, no doubt spurred on by the obvious lack of it. Sticking out of its home and leaking pre far more often than usual led to the normally smooth flesh becoming rather sticky and wet. Not a pleasant feeling at all.

It was tempting - ah, as was everything this month, it would seem - to have one of those lovely ladies in the household to clean it for him with those skilled tongues. But to do so would be almost guaranteeing his challenge's failure. And even if it didn't, would it be all that nice to have one of those girls clean him and stop before anything fun happened?

No, not really. He wouldn't have liked that either, he supposed.

The Flareon had to settle for a visit to the nearby stream, using its water to clean himself thoroughly. 

Retra did manage to keep his thoughts distracted enough to travel to and from the stream without sporting a full boner along the way for anyone to see. Actually washing it and the area around it was a mite more difficult though. Lewd displays in public weren't nearly as taboo as they were in more civilized areas, but even in the wild it was unusual for antics like that to be a common theme, and the idea of turning a curious or offended eye his way made him uncomfortable.

In the end he accomplished it by using an oversized rock half-submerged in the stream to block the view of most of his body, allowing him time to rub with water along those sensitive areas without being seen.

Well... almost. As he finished up and allowed the pinkness to hide between his legs before stepping out of his hiding spot, he noticed an odd patch of water floating away from him. That water solidified, to his surprise, to show the head of a Vaporeon - who smirked knowingly at him before melting away, hiding in the water once more.

Blushing, Retra muttered to himself and stole away to the house before he could make any more mistakes.

At this rate, everyone in the forest would think him a weird one.

Hell, maybe they'd be right.

---

DAY 6: STRUGGLE
Struggle.

It seemed to be the word of the month for Retra. He hadn't realized how much of his fcous and thoughtfulness relied on keeping his needs in check. Perhaps it really shouldn't. Before he moved into the Qwazzy household, he had no trouble going about his life without the need to fuck something every other day or so.

But it was a habit he'd fallen into, for good and for bad. And trying to purposefully opt out of it for a month for the sake of... of... well, he still wasn't sure why... 

... nonetheless it was... well... a struggle?

Yeah, that was the word.

There was no such thing as a simple decision or thought for Retra in this kind of situation. No matter how he tried to relax, to decide something peaceful or quiet to do, someone to help, a self-interest to pursue... it was clouded by his mind's insistence to take care of a need that it couldn't understand why its owner was purposefully and willfully ignoring.

Let your paw stroke the bad feelings away, it advised, making Retra grimace.

Let a soft, warm, wet mouth suckle your pain away, it asked.

Just get up and FUCK something, it demanded upon getting no gratification.

A struggle indeed. One he had power over nonetheless. After those first few difficult days he felt like he was able to scrape together a decent facsimile of control over his urges, able to ignore or otherwise distract himself from them so that the vibes didn't affect him.

He suspected that this power would not continue to grow, but to diminish as the month went on. Such was the challenge, perhaps.

Retra listened to all these thoughts going on in his head with a wry grin. Sheesh. Keep your dick dry for a few days and you sorta wax philosophical. Who would have known?

Not Qwazzy. That dark type was quite fond of keeping his cock warm and wet whenever he had someone to stick it into, and the house was not short of volunteers. Himself included, present situation nonwithstanding. 

Not that he could condemn such a lifestyle. He followed it pretty closely, after all. Who couldn't, with such helpful and cute girls around?

... oh, right. Best not to think of the ladies of the house at a time like this.

Retra once more returned his attention to the book he was reading... or not reading, since he hadn't turned a page in an hour or two. The book was more like a front for his thoughts to wander where they wished, seemingly without sporting a sudden boner as it had been the past couple days. He couldn't keep his attention on the book for longer than a moment, but considering how his wandering mind was faring, he couldn't complain.

It was better than dreaming of girl Eevees he wanted to fuck.

Which he would do. Eventually. Once this challenge ran its course.

Or sooner, if his fortitude failed him.

---

DAY 7: PROGRESS
The last few days had been quite... peaceful.

Retra was loathe to admit or address it, for fear of "jinx"-ing himself. But he found himself breathing more than a few sighs of relief as he went about his day. Earlier it had seemed he'd have to focus entirely on not giving into his urges at the expense of, well, a general happiness from life. But in moments like these he could almost forget about it entirely and just live his slice of life like normal, sans the indulgent Vee-fucking.

Funnily enough, that didn't really show physically. For while he was able to keep his mind off of things for the most part, the reason he couldn't entirely forget it was the pink cock bobbing between his legs with each step.

It was a stubborn beast that refused to yield to his goal, and constantly sought his attention. Whether or not Retra was successful in putting its presence out of his mind, it remained an obstacle, and a constant source of wayward gazes from the others in the household. Retra still felt his usual shyness, but having grown used to them over time, it wasn't that big of a deal; thus he didn't really mind their intruding eyes.

Qwazzy was more amused than anything else, and somewhat confused, but left him alone about it. He didn't seem to understand why Retra would want to do this at all.

Emma was easily swayed to giggle or wink his way, but respected his wishes nonetheless.

Sierra was comforting, often brushing by his side to give him an affectionate cheek before padding away - lest her affection turn into temptation.

Vaera often grinned and kept walking, as if looking for a safe spot to laugh aloud. Serenity was about the same.

And Ghalen, well, he always seemed to be carrying that holier-than-thou (or perhaps, lewder-than-thou) smirk on his face, sometimes stopping to mock-fap in Retra's direction (or even actually fap, if he happened to be feeling lustful at the time). Retra ignored him entirely. It wasn't hard, by comparison - and sometimes, when he was lucky, Qwazzy would walk by at the time and give Ghalen a disapproving smack of the paw, leaving the Glaceon with a pouty expression that never failed to make Retra smile.

All of which he did his best to put out of his mind, so that he didn't need to think about what he had chosen not to take part in.

And somehow it was working.

... for now. He wouldn't admit it, but he knew it wouldn't last, "jinx" or not. Otherwise it wouldn't be so commonly known as a challenge.

He'd just have to enjoy the inner peace while it lasted, and cultivate it for as long as he could.

Once the need started to truly set in, he'd be counting the days.

---

DAY 8: Public
It truly was a shame he had to help with the errands.

Retra knew it was only fair. A self-imposed challenge didn't excuse him from helping around the house, after all (even if the idea of such an inconvenience being used primarily to escape chores was absolutely ludicrous).

So it was that Retra found himself walking home with a parcel from the nearby poke-village while sporting a full boner.

It wasn't fun. Adult arousal wasn't unseen in the woods, but it wasn't common either - most preferred to keep it to private places, and not flaunt it in the open. Thus despite his valiant effort to walk in a slow and deliberate way that hid what was going on between his hind legs, he drew bemused glances nonetheless.

Retra did his best to pretend they weren't there. Thankfully, he'd wisely chosen to walk a less commonly used path, so bumping into other Pokemon wasn't super frequent. The downside was that it often was one Pokemon at a time - giving them ample opportunity to laugh, or mutter, or even whistle at him or try to invite him to let off that steam he was obviously carrying along with the more physical baggage.

"Want someone to take care of that, cutie?" A Vulpix said to him in passing, winking cutely and wagging his tails in Retra's direction. Retra blinked and kept walking. He knew it was rude to not acknowledge the other male, but to give the other fire type any opening was asking for trouble or general humiliation for his choice of temporary purity. As it was, the Vulpix frowned and rolled his eyes, and went on his way.

Probably the worst of the bunch was a pair of Pokemon, two females, a Delcatty and a Riolu, who seemed astonished at how "brazen" he was to walk around like that and proceeded to whisper not so quietly under their breath about how needy he must be and how dirty-minded he surely was. Retra wanted to correct them, but again refrained. It wouldn't do to engage.

At the last little leg before turning onto the path up to the house, he encountered a final Pokemon traveler, and a surprising one.

The male Houndoom, larger than the Flareon, stopped to give him a curious look. Retra was as usual planning to pass by until he heard the canine say, "You doing the challenge too, eh?"

Retra stopped, intrigued despite himself. The Houndoom shrugged with an apologetic smile, and Retra saw that he too had a full erection swaying between his legs.

Quickly he looked away with a faint blush, and offered a wry smile. "The no-touchy one? Yeah. I wanted to see if I could pull it off."

"Respect," the dog growled with some amusement. "Me, well, I've been a little too preoccupied with it as of late. I run with a pack who go lust-crazy pretty much every night. It's fun to indulge, but..." He shrugged. "I... wanted to remind myself there's more to life than that."

Retra was touched. That motivation sounded even harder than his was. "Well... " Not an easy topic to talk about, this. "I uh, wish you the best of luck with it, because that's a worthwhile goal."

The Houndoom grinned. "Same to you. I'd pass some advice, but I bet you've heard all of it yourself already. Just show 'em who's boss, yeah?"

And with that he moved on, canine cock swaying in the midst of his walk, but otherwise bearing forward with a proud stride.

Retra made it back home with a sigh of relief... and a bit of encouragement he never thought he'd find.

Life was funny like that sometimes.

---

DAY 9: SOAKED
A cold bath in the stream... a thing he used to dislike, and to some degree he still didn't relish that sudden rush of cold envoloping his body and assualting his senses, drenching his fur.

Refreshing? Depends on the situation. Just needing to get cleaned up... no, not very.

Trying to keep your mind clear? Oh, very much so.

It was hardly a new phenomenon. With how loosely lewd his household was, having intimate moments in a shower or bath wasn't uncommon. Even a few playful ventures in the stream had happened over the years. That latter especially had stuck with him due to the harder nature of it. Getting around and ready to play around just felt tougher to him when his fur was soaked to the bone with cold water. 

It intrigued him whether this was a common feeling or if it affected him purely as a fire type. He'd never thought to ask. Maybe he ought to, in the interest of... well, learning something, he guessed.

Granted, he'd have to remember to ask about it in the first place, and with how much his mind tended to wander now, he wouldn't be surprised if it slipped away from him beforehand.

Plenty of other thoughts flitted around in that head of his as he once more ducked his body under the water, shuddering from the cold. With Fall settling in and leading the way to Winter, the water's temperature was nothing to scoff at. Already it was becoming a popular destination for ice types that had missed it since last winter.

But in a way, it sure felt good, and it wasn't easy for him to pine after his lustful urges with that cold running through his nerves.

A pity it didn't do much for his stubborn cock, which didn't admit defeat to the cold - it tended instead to stick just the tip out, defiantly, with a swell of that sheath that still drew one's eye almost as easily as a full raging erection would.

He was getting better at ignoring the curiosity it drew though, which was weakened to begin with due to the ocntext. Hard to imagine someone looking for a butt to hump when they're purposefully dunking themselves in cold, cold water. Not exactly romantic, or hot, or... anything.

When Retra left that stream to head home, fur already warming up with his natural fire-type heat to dry his fur out, he was in a good mood.

Maybe if he was lucky and his mind didn't go in a naughty direction again, he could make do with that one dip for the day. He certainly didn't relish a cold bath five times a day to keep his mind focused.

And the more he kept putting those bits of his in the public eye, the greater his chances of running into some kind of trouble - either to himself or his challenge.

Something to keep in mind, he mused, walking the path up to the house, and sighing loudly.

Ugh. Already his cock was hardened, sensing the cold assault was over and ready to demand attention once more.

Well, he could hardly expect any less, right...?

---

DAY 10: ASS
Retra knew she hadn't meant to show it off like that. Of the girls in the household, Sierra was the most accepting of his self-imposed challenge, strange as it seemed to her. She wouldn't want to jeopardize his chances for her own gain.

But it sure was inconvenient for the Flareon to pass by at that moment as Sierra was tidying up her closet, leaving only that furred rump sticking out for him to see.

He'd paused, watched for a moment with some amusement - that had been a mistake. He'd known it too, quickly padding away before it could get any worse, but the damage was done.

Now it was all he could do to keep his mind off that cute butt, its waving tail, its gentle curves, its soft brown fur, the feel of it tucked against his hind legs as he mounted it, lining up, ready to - 

No, nope. Can't think about that, buddy!

So he kept telling himself, but it wasn't easy. Not as much as he'd hoped. A visual desire was far more appealing and mind-grabbing than a purely imaginary one, and his lust was not eager to let that one go. The more he wanted the thought to pass, the harder it became to not recall it.

Such was memory, he knew. Damned inconvenient. Granted, one rarely acknowledged when it actually was convenient... 

An interesting train of thought. Too bad he missed the chance to board it, distracted by mental images of Eevee ass.

With a heavy sigh Retra left the house, smiling wryly to himself, walking in such a way as to hide the pink rod between his legs - a skill he was getting better and better at by the day.

Time for another mind-purifying cold dip, it seemed.

---

DAY 11: DISTRACTED
"Your move."

"Eh?" Retra blinked, glanced at the board. "Oh, right." His paw settled on his knight, moving it to a new position.

Qwazzy watched him curiously as he side-eyed the board, a somewhat larger than normal chessboard with pieces that were made to be clutched in awkward paw-digits. The dark type had tried an average human-made chessboard before and found it too easy to knock things over. Luckily, he was far from the only Pokemon interested in games like this and had found it in a Pokemon-run village he sometimes visited.

"Lot on your mind, I'm guessing," he mused, moving a bishop.

"I, uh, guess so," Retra murmured, trying not to think about lewd things as he nudged over a pawn.

Qwazzy didn't really have to ask what was on the fire type's mind. It was pretty obvious. His eyes glowed a bit as he looked over the board again - quietly  he used a rook to claim Retra's last moved pawn, and waited.

Retra's gaze was off to the side, pensive.

Qwazzy coughed. 

Retra jumped a little, and the small table they were seated at jostled, nearly knocking over a few pieces.

Qwazzy couldn't help chuckling. With the way they were sitting, he knew it wasn't a leg or paw that had bumped the table from below. "Still wrestling with your 'unwelcomed roommate', eh?"

Retra blushed a little, a strange reaction in the bre's eyes considering just how many times they'd done naughty things together. "Yeah. It won't let me think straight sometimes. I guess I oughta dunk him and me under some water after this game." His paw nudged a rook of his own.

The Umbreon left him to think in silence as they traded moves for a bit, broken up only here and there as Qwazzy declared 'check' on Retra's king. This never happened in reverse. The Flareon wasn't on point enough to threaten Qwazzy's king that way. 

Eventually Qwazzy made his last move and shrugged. "Checkmate." It didn't feel like much of a victory. With how distracted Retra had been, it was easy to slip certain moves by him, their foreshadowing of his eventual plan completely unnoticed by his opponent.

Retra didn't seem to mind. In fact, he looked ready and relieved to hop up and go for a walk. "Shame... good game though."

Retra had stood and slipped out from under the table - avoiding bumping it again with his boner somehow - when Qwazzy asked, "Why are you doing this challenge anyway?"

The Flareon paused, muttered, knowing he wouldn't really have a good answer, same as usual.

Qwazzy shrugged. "Ah, never mind. I was just curious."

But the fire type answered anyway. "I guess I... well, wanted to prove that I could. In this household, it's far harder than in another." He grinned, sheepishly.

"Can't argue with that," Qwazzy returned, smirking.

"And... well, it'd be fun for Sierra when I succeed. Getting to play with a pent up fire type, eheh..." Back to the bashfulness, good old Retra.

"That I can understand easily enough," Qwazzy chuckled. "Ah, well. Go on, go dunk yourself, you self-torturer."

Retra shrugged sheepishly and left to do just that.

The Umbreon watched him go, musing, and decided to go look for Emma to... well, you know. Perhaps the fire type's mental state had rubbed off on him during the game, but he sure felt the urge to hump someone.

---

DAY 12: BLUE
"You'd probably want to avoid letting Emma or Sierra see you like this."

Retra nodded, somewhat moodily.

He was standing on all fours with his hinds spread further apart, and Qwazzy was curiously peeking under his tail, studying the fire type's balls.

A strange scenario to some, if not most, but in this household it was hardly noteworthy - well, except for the obvious blue-ball situation going on, which in normal circumstances would never have happened in that home if any of the girls had anything to say about it.

But neither Qwazzy nor Retra could deny that the orange-fuzzed sac was looking heavier and more sensitive than before. 

Qwazzy could only imagine what the pressure felt like. Not that he wanted to ask. He liked keeping his balls well tended to, thank you very much, and Emma was the best he knew at it. Sierra had learned well from her, and similarly had kept careful care of Retra, ensuring he never was left wanting for long.

Until this strange challenge entered the fire type's head, bemusing everyone around him.

"Well, just be careful with it," he advised, tilting his head to view both the heavy orbs and the pink cock throbbing in open air just beyond it. "At this point, any kind of external stimulation will... not feel great, to put it simply."

"You don't have to tell me," Retra muttered. "I still don't know how to walk with this out in public."

"Perhaps you shouldn't," the Umbreon shrugged. "Only so much you can do, you know?"

The Flareon nodded and sighed. "I guess."

Qwazzy lifted his head away, and in the process of doing so just barely bumped his nose against the pair of nuts, causing Retra to wince. Qwazzy almost laughed, but kept it in check. "Ah, sorry."

"S'okay," Retra sighed, carefully plopping onto his haunches and pawing over a nearby book he'd been perusing. "I'll get used to it, I'm sure. Only for a little while longer."

The dark type hoped so. Not quite yet halfway, and already it had reached a point where he'd have ended up regretting it - but for Retra to soldier on, ignoring the temptation to just call it off and go fuck his daughter senseless... the fire type was stronger than he gave him credit for.

Qwazzy chuckled inwardly and left, giving Retra some peace. Best not to distract him from his already significant internal problems.

Besides, he couldn't be around Retra during this whole thing without getting the urge to hump someone or something. Perhaps it was his subconscious  rebellion against the idea of purposefully avoiding sex as a challenge.

Not that he was complaining. Or Emma, for that matter. Oh, he kept her busy, that was for sure...

... just, well, away from where Retra could accidentally stumble across it.

Y'know, in the interest of fairness and all.

---

DAY 13: VERBAL
Retra didn't regret the trip out to dip in the stream, even with how awkward it was to do so in a discreet fashion.

The coldness refreshed him, and helped clear his mind.

It also gave him some room away from Ghalen's antics that day.

The ice type was using one of those electronic gadgets - a laptop or phone or something, he didn't really know. Retra didn't have much interest in those newer devices, although they'd grown much more popular lately in Pokemon villages. It allowed access to a lot of different types of media - and to no one's surprise, Ghalen frequently enjoyed using his for smut.

For some bizarre reason, he seemed to find it funny as hell to quietly read these adult fanfics aloud, whispering the lines sensually as if trying to turn on a partner of his.

Well, not so much a whisper. Today he'd been practically reading it with the bravado of someone making an address to a crowd, which made Retra certain it was for his benefit - or lack thereof.

" 'Faster, faster,' the Vulpix girl panted, her body heaving in desire as her rump was clutched by the well endowed and sexy Absol, feeling his thick cock spearing into her again and again, spreading her tight pussy to its widest, smearing pre along her walls and making her squeal, begging for those cum-laden orbs that were smacking against her soft butt to empty their laod and fill her with eggs until - "

Retra left at that point, although he could guess how the rest of the story went. It wasn't exactly subtle.

He didn't look back to give Ghalen the possible satisfaction of seeing him retreat. And he didn't plan on exacting vengeance. It wasn't a nice prank to do to him, but it didn't exactly hurt him much either.

As he dried off and heading back home, he mused to himself a bit, with a wry chuckle. 

He wouldn't punish Ghalen, but if that ice type brat started up again, he might make a passing remark to Qwazzy and see how that went. The sound of a paw-spanking and an overly dramatic Glaceon whining might do him some good at keeping his mind off of... well, you know.

---

DAY 14: FRICTION
Retra found himself playing idly with his cock more than he ought to be.

He blamed the growing pressure in his balls. The sensation wasn't pleasant, and he'd hypothesized that a bit of teasing to that insufferably stubborn rod might let some of that pressure leak out, if such a thing were possible.

It did seem to help. Perhaps only because he hoped it would. But stroking slowly, smearing pre along his dick, avoiding any firmer pressure that might further encourage him down the path of failure... it felt nice. He could only hope he wouldn't fall to temptation and cause himself a loss.

The friction was mainly what amused him. Starting from scratch had it rather rough, with the sensation of those pawpads on his shaft rather tough. Not much pre was required to fix this though. Indeed, after only a minute or two of light stroking, his member was slick enough that his pawpads slid along the pink flesh with ease, aided by the natural fluid his cocktip produced.

He'd almost fallen into a trance-like state of stroking and sliding along that slick Flareon dick of his, but woke up to the recognition of where that unconscious stroking would lead, and promptly forced himself to distract with a book.

It wasn't easy, though. All he really wanted was to continue.

Oh well. The battle wages on. The enemy may manage to have his head sticking out of the bunker in curiosity, but he wouldn't leave that bunker's safety and leave himself vulnerable.

That stubborn, needy lust he felt in the back corners of his mind wouldn't hesitate if he did, he figured.

---

DAY 15: HALFWAY
Retra gazed at his calender with satisfaction.

It wasn't easy to view every single day as a victory, a step towards the top of the stairs of this month-long challenge. The other day, he wouldn't have pictured it as "fourteen steps taken, sixteen to go". 

But a halfway point? That was different. Very easy to quantify, to hold in his mind, to celebrate.

He'd made it halfway. If he could repeat this process one more time, he'd win. Boom. Done, over.

It was inspiring indeed, filling him with a warmth, with a knowledge that YES, he COULD do this, no matter who doubted him.

Not that it was all positive vibes. A more negative side of his brain viewed it from another angle, with a whisper that he could easily hear despite having no wish to.

"Halfway, huh? All that trouble you've faced so far, all that annoyance and pain and frustration - you really want to go through that all one more time? And even tougher this round, no doubt!"

He didn't doubt. It wouldn't do to pretend it would be easier than it was.

At the same time, he was (mostly) an optimist, and his inner voice was quite cheery in telling that whisper where it could stick that thought.

... figuratively speaking, of course. In a challenge like this, doing anything of that nature literally might prove to be a bad idea.

Ah, the stupid things that entered his head in moments like that.

It gave the Flareon something to chuckle aloud at as he left the calendar and sought out his bed to turn in early for the night.

He paid no heed to curious glances of the other members of the household, who heard that chuckle and wondered just what was going on in that head of his.

---

DAY 16: CLOSE
He'd gotten close.

It was another bout of idle stroking, of attempting to relieve that pressure in his loins. Perhaps the success of the halfway point was still ringing in his mind, lowering his guard, but when he'd lapsed into a trance-like state of stroking his cock, he didn't catch on right away this time.

The Flareon's mind drifted, avoiding any mental picture of lewdness that might wake him up to what he was doing. It knew better. No, all he felt was a really pleasant warmth, a pleasure of the mind that had no image or form other than a cloud enveloping his mind like a blanket.

It felt... wonderful.

And it felt perfectly natural to increase that wonderful feeling by stroking just a little harder, just a little faster.

A little harder.

A little faster.

Yeah. More, just a little bit more, it wouldn't hurt, right?

Ah, so nice.

His paw stroked that slick cock, leaking more and more pre from its tip as it twitched in anticipation, in desire.

The fire type purred, grinning, savoring that feeling, the way it built up to the breaking point, that final climactic moment.

Climactic...

Climax...

Orgasm...

Cumming...?

... wait...!

It hit him all at once what he was doing, and the Flareon's paw flew away from his dick with a yelp, as if it had electrically shocked him.

Red in the face, Retra fought to control his feelings. Surprisingly, more than a little of it was anger, if not rage. How had he been that easily duped...?

After a moment it occurred to him that he might have spooked someone else in the house, and he waited with trepidation... but nobody stuck their head around the corner, or called out to ask if he was okay.

Either he'd been quieter than he thought, or they were busy elsewhere.

It gave him something to sigh in relief about, at least.

With a firm frown on his muzzle, and a stern look at that member of his - throbbing as if it too were angry at its plan being thwarted, demanding satisfaction from him with entitled fury - the fire type rose and stumbled out of the house.

Time for a long... LONG soak in some very cold water, he decided.

---

DAY 17: BALLS
It felt rather... nice.

It wouldn't have surprised anyone to know how nervous it had made him, letting Sierra do this. Temptation was his biggest foe this month, and her good intentions - for he knew she had nothing but good intentions for him - could still accidentally lead him astray.

But as he laid there with his head staring out the window speculatively, body spread lazily on the cushion... with his hind leg lifted, the girl Eevee's head and forepaws between his legs... he couldn't help admitting how nice it felt.

It was a suspicious pose to be sure, and might have made a curious glance their way assume he was about to lose his little challenge, or already had. But her attention wasn't on that stubborn pink cock of his, which throbbed angrily off to the side. No, her paws and lips were focused entirely on his swollen and pressure-laden balls.

It was essentially a massage. Gentler than that, of course - the boy's sac was already vulnerable in the first place, more so with this pressure they felt. But the way her pawpads softly rolled and pressed in just the right spots, her warm breath tickling the fur, lips pecking affectionately here and there... it certainly gave that same pleasure as a massage would. Warm and pleasant, but not overly stimulating. His inner urges were reveling in it and desiring more, as they naturally would, but he had no wish to hop up and mount the girl, nor did he feel any sort of build-up towards an inevitable release.

Just a feeling that was soft, gentle, and very very affectionate.

Retra turned his head, met her gaze with an appreciative little smile.

Sierra grinned back, her lips massaging one ball between them, her paws tenderly fondling the other, a purr vibrating in her chest.

A risky thing for a challenge not to climax all month, but Sierra knew her boy. Knew him and his needs perhaps better than he himself did.

Retra was damn lucky to have her.

---

DAY 18: THIGHS
"That's not a sore spot I would have expected," Qwazzy mused curiously, sipping a glass of tea in a careful grip of paws.

"Me either." Retra winced as he adjusted his posture, drinking water. It had proven quite useful to him this month, in several ways. "But it was the first thing I noticed when I went for a dip this morning."

Qwazzy idly eyed the Flareon's lower half, with a casual air that was quite common in that household. Nothing embarrassing at all about including that erect pink cock and heavy orange-furred balls in his scrutiny. Besides, those weren't his focus - which, for that household, perhaps WASN'T quite common. "I noticed it when I watched you walk back in."

Retra nodded, and sighed. "I'm not really sure why my thighs ache like that. I guess because they're not being used like they're used to?"

"Search me," Qwazzy replied with a wry grin. "I mean, a walk with those legs really ought not be much different from the rolling motion of mounting and humping a girl."

Retra blushed, and said nothing, taking a sip. It made Qwazzy chuckle, as he expected the reaction would. 'tis why he phrased it that way in the first place.

"Granted," the Umbreon admitted, "it very well could be related to your... abstinence this month, but how exactly escapes me." He wasn't much of an anatomy expert either. "Did the cold water dip help?"

"Not long enough," Retra returned with a frown. "I felt the ache come back before I even got back home."

The dark type shook his head sympathetically. "Hmm. Maybe get one of those cold packs we have laying around somewhere, perhaps get Ghalen to cool it for you."

The fire type rolled his eyes. "I appreciate you guys' help, but not his."

Qwazzy wasn't surprised. Ghalen had been quite a troublemaker for the Flareon that month, despite his parental punishments. "Fair, I guess. I won't push it."

"I'm just gonna relax in the sun again," Retra murmured, finishing his drink at the same moment Qwazzy did. They hopped off their feral-designed chairs, and as Retra passed Qwazzy by, he stopped and leaned over, giving the bre a sudden peck on the cheek. "... thanks though, sweetie."

The Umbreon blinked, chuckled, and returned fire with a small kiss of his own. "Hang in there, warm-fluff."

He still didn't get it, this challenge, but he respected the progression. Retra was proving to be stronger than he ever would be.

---

DAY 19: SLEEPLESS
"Couldn't sleep?"

Retra nodded morosely. "Not all the time, but more than before, that's for sure..."

Emma murmured sympathetically. She'd found Retra in the big bed they shared with Qwazzy most night, the dark type out enjoying the moonlight and showing off his glowing rings. Retra looked comfortable, but he didn't look asleep, and that was the issue indeed.

"I just don't have any control over my thoughts anymore," the Flareon muttered, staring at the ceiling. "These urges and things, they rattle in my head and demand attention that I can't look entirely away from. They won't sit still and let me drift off when I want them to."

It was an understandable thing, and not exclusive to Retra's self-imposed situation, she knew. "I'm sorry, sweetie," she said, slipping under the blanket to snuggle up close. Retra's foreleg found her in a gentle hug - he wasn't daunted by her presence, knowing she wouldn't try teasing him into dropping his little contest. She did, however, glance his way with a tilt of the head. "Are you sure you want to finish this thing? I don't like seeing you unhappy."

It made Retra smile, earnestly, as he nuzzled her cheek. "I know I make it look miserable, but this feeling of willpower, of showing what I'm capable of... it's nice. And that will stay with me in a way that the discomfort won't."

Emma nodded understandingly - that thought reassured her, and hopefully himself. "You're an impressive Flareon, mister.~"

"And you're a sweetheart," he returned, closing his eyes with a kiss to her cheek.

Emma snuggled close, held him tight, reveled in his fur's warmth and the scent that enveloped her like the blanket. She even enjoyed the feeling of his member against her belly, twitching in frustration, but ignored its presence otherwise - not of her own accord, but in deference to its owner.

Sleep came easily for her soon after.

And shortly after that... it came for Retra as well.

He wasn't entirely sure what had done it later, but he had a feeling it had something to do with how he laid there, holding the sleeping Eevee girl in his fores, and just quietly listening to her purr. Hypnotic... and soothing.

---

DAY 20: LICK
Retra found himself thinking about Sierra's muzzle a lot.

Not that he especially desired to. The inner urges he felt found it another viable weapon to turn against him. Her gentle licks and slurps to his pressure-laden sack had helped soothe some of the more frustrating sensations he'd felt, but everything had to have its downsides, and this one lingered on his mind for a significant portion of that day.

It was the visualizing that hit the hardest, that was more difficult to obliterate from his mind's eye.

She was a talented girl. He'd learned that more than a few times by example, both as a shared experience with the girl's mother, and mostly on her own in her little domain in the closet. She knew just how to treat his cock and balls with that moist warm tongue, and he had many a time felt the urge for a snug and tight Veepussy outclassed instead by lust for her deft and flexible tongue.

Sierra could dance it in just the right way to make his every being tingle in delight. Tastebuds and saliva would run down the length of his pink dick, savoring the shudders and throbs, claiming every drop of pre as a prize and an incentive to push onward. Lips gripped, tugged, suckled pink flesh into the right spot and the right angle for that tongue to sweep with the perfect pressure and force. 

And the sounds... so wet and lewd, smacking and squelching with her none-too-modest effort to taste and feast on Flareon cock, with litle regard to how obvious it would be to anyone around them just what was going on.

It was a pleasure he'd give up a fair few things for.

... but he wasn't giving it up entirely, he knew. Only for a little longer. Just another third to go.

Retra continued to lay in the sunwindow and grumble, pushing his mind away from the topic at hand as best he could. Mmh.

Come to think of it, he might actually find it more difficult than he thought to decide how best to break his abstinence at the end of the month. Tight, wet Vee cunt? Or flexible slurping muzzle?

... well, perhaps now wasn't the best time to decide.

---

DAY 21: TIGHT
It was another one of those days where he found it difficult to keep his paws off himself. Perhaps he hoped giving his needy side something to feel would calm its roaring demands - although of course it bloody well didn't, it only made those demands louder than ever.

Not that it stopped him, as much as he wished it had. The temptation was the worst thing, as it frequently was. 

It was the tight feeling, the squeeze of pink pads on his cock. That simple sensation couldn't hold a candle to what the proper part of female anatomy can do, but when the body was desperate, the mind was surprisingly effective with its imagination, and it was easy for him to picture any number of things gripping around his needy dick other than a simple Flareon paw. A tight wet squeezing milking pussy, an even tighter gripping tailstar, a thirsty wet maw... all good places for that male tool to find itself, to feel such a tight pressure wrapping around it and tugging selfishly for the milk his body witheld. 

All things that were deliberate fantasy, thoughts that paled against the reality of his own paw stroking and squeezing in a laughable imitation. 

As if that mattered. It would be enough for his mind to revel in it, pushing his pleasure buttons towards an easy release, an eased pressure both mentally and physically. It would be the easiest thing in the world.

Yeah, the temptation was the worst part. The knowledge that he could cancel out with barely a repurcussion, with only a bit of teasing or mild amused judgment from his peers and an immediate return to the wild and frequent debauchery his household was accustomed to... it would be so easy.

In the end, that turned out to be his mantra. 

It would be so easy, so he'd do what was harder, staying true.

After all... he could only imagine how it would feel to finally reach his goal. To leap right back into that debauchery not as a failure, but as a winner. Proud to have shown what he was capable of... even while returning to that so-desired pastime of wrecking an adorable Vee's tight little pussy. 

That's what he'd hold onto.

... well, and showing Sierra a good time, of course. That was always the plan from the start!

It was... hard to remember that as firmly as when he started, though. Unsurprising. Pining after one's own desires tended to have that effect on you.

And, as much as he didn't want to admit it, perhaps it wasn't as inspiring a thought compared to the one before it.

Ack... he felt guilty just thinking about that, the Flareon groaning aloud. Sierra... she had to be the focus, because she was a generous and selfless girl. She leaped at the chance to make her boy feel good, and considered her own pleasure in second place. Hardly fair of him to not do the same for once.

Mmph. At this rate, he'd be depressed and horny both.

The fire type rose and trudged to the kitchen. He found himself craving a cold glass of water.

A craving he could enjoy sating guilt-free.

---

DAY 22: HEAVY
Retra walked from room to room, slow and deliberate with exaggerated stretches of his legs and back. It wasn't a show-offy thing, she knew. To lay there and daydream was potentially infuriating if done frequently enough, and getting up to move - even if it was just to walk and stretch - helped immensely. 

It wasn't a show, but she found herself staring nonetheless.

Sierra missed romping with her boy, and it was obvious he wasn't keeping it off his own mind either. And the way his body looked...

... well, 'heavy' was the only word she could come up with to describe it, for that's just how those bits between his legs looked. They had progressed past the descriptor of being simple 'male tools', neglected as they were. Now they were burdens, a weight he had to carry.

The fuzzy twin orbs were big, heavy - more than her fantasizing mind often viewed them to be in the first place, easily carrying several loads of thick and creamy seed within. The pink cock never stopped throbbing and swaying, a bead of pre on its tip, pointig to and fro as if seeking a target to launch at and bury itself within. As if straying in front of it for even a second would cause that cock's owner to lock on, to leap and mount and rut her fucking senseless.

If only, if only. 

Still. If one heavy weight couldn't be addressed by his own request, another could.

Sierra easily slid up beside the Flareon, who seemed preoccupied with his thoughts and only jolted out of them with the touch of her nose to his upper foreleg. 

"Hey boy."

Retra met her gaze, smiling. "Hey, sweet thing."

She tossed her head upward just enough to peck his cheek. "Just wanted to say I'm impressed with you, mister. To go this long... your persistence outclasses mine, that's for sure!"

It was a small thing, a small thought to share, but it had the effect she was hoping for. Retra's eyes lit with appreciation, with a bit of vigor it lacked moments ago. "Awh. Well, I try."

"And you succeed," she affirmed, the energetic Eevee girl showing him a big wide grin. "You can do it, mister. And don't let anyone like my bratty brother say otherwise!"

Retra chuckled, deep and rumbly, a rumble she felt vibrate from his body to hers. "As you say, missy." His lips found hers for a kiss - a soft and lingering one, even. She found herself leaning into it with a purr, savoring that moment for the brief seconds it lasted.

That was one nice thing about this experiment. When the lewd side of things was set aside, the more earnestly affectionate side shone through.

Not that it hadn't been there before. It always had. It made for an intoxicating mixture, blended in with the lust.

But she certainly could appreciate the taste of it all on its own.

---

DAY 23: DRIPPING
The wetness between his legs likely had something to do with an unconscious rubbing as he'd napped that afternoon. The type of rubbing in a certain way that made one's idle dreams turn in a distinctly naughty direction.

It didn't really surprise him to wake with that full erection pulsing between his hinds, drooling precum, smearing the fur around his ignored crotch.

Intriguing, how it wouldn't stop even now as he sat there and watched it, throbbing away. Perhaps he'd been rubbing pressure against it longer than he'd thought. The nap felt as if it had gone by lightning-fast, but judging by the sun shining on his back, it could have easily been several hours long. Hmm.

Drip, drop.

He'd gotten used to the musk. Washing frequently could only do so much when his whole body yearned for release, for a return to what had been forsaken, what mother nature so stubbornly assured was a completely normal thing to seek after. And stuff like this wasn't helping matters any.

Drip, drop.

One bead was more tenacious than the rest, clinging to the underside of his cock as it slid down, trailing along pink flesh. A faint shiver jolted like electricity as it continued on down the crease between his balls, soaked into the fur.

Drip, drop.

It was making a puddle on the pillow beneath him. Not the first one. It carried the same scent he did at this point, so frequently was he using it as a sun-soaked getaway from his temptations. He'd noted a few times when he'd been absent from it, a visit from a certain Veegirl taking some solace in that scent it carried. It made him inwardly chuckle, outwardly smile. Normal? Maybe not. As if normal meant anything around here, though...

Drip, drop. 

"Enough of that," he muttered, rising to go clean himself up. A hindpaw scraped along that spot, smearing the pre into the fabric.

Looks like laundry day was coming up faster than normal yet again.

---

DAY 24: NEIGHBOR
"Still haven't given up yet?" she asked.

Retra snapped out of his mental reverie in surprise. He'd barely left the house in his journey to the stream, and was pretty much never noticed at this point - but he realized that his path went by a neighboring den, which seemed to be housing this Liepard who had come out to scrutinize him with some bemusement.

"No, I haven't," he returned, slowing his pace. He couldn't pretend not to know what she was talking about. The fact that she appeared unfazed by the hard erection swaying between his legs was evidence enough. 

"Why not? Not worth the trouble if you ask me," she returned, regarding him with a slight smirk.

Retra didn't really know how to respond to that - or more accurantely, doubted it would make sense to her. Just that presented attitude alone implied she wasn't especially familiar to the qualities he strove for, like patience for a prime example. "It will be."

"Could be worth it today," she said with a shrug, very obviously intentionally swaying her rump in an eye-catching fashion. "You know I could make it so."

Retra almost laughed. So that's what it took to get this girl's attention? How bizarre. No doubt the males who came by looking precisely for that were turned away, and here he was getting an offer just for deliberately avoiding it in the first place.

"Not interested," he murmured, glancing her way. Best to respond directly instead of just trotting away hoping not to pay her any mind. "I already have a girl I'll be treating later."

"That so?" Her eyes scrutinized him again. "That younger Eevee girl, the one with the scarf, I'm guessing."

He didn't answer. She had hit the nail on the head and no doubt knew it already. He expected something snarky or judgmental to follow.

The Liepard surprised him with a small shrug. "Oh well. Just different tastes, then. She is pretty cute, I admit. I just hope you're not leaving her wanting with this silly game of yours."

Retra met her gaze with a lighthearted roll of his eyes in the process. "She's doing fine, don't you worry. Besides, I'm gonna show her a good time when Decembter comes 'round."

Her gaze tilted, lit with some amusement and perhaps an opinion altered for the more positive. "Good on you then, boy. Don't leave her uncared for. If I can't have some of your fun, someone should."

The Liepard turned and retreated into her den, no longer flaunting her body in the process - knowing he wasn't interested in it, perhaps. 

The fire type continued his journey, thinking about how strangely he felt about such an odd conversation. If taken a year ago, it would have been much different, much more timid on his side of things. Retra still was a fairly shy creature. If nothing else, this month-long experiment was giving him some experience on how to respond to strangers, for nothing apparently seemed to catch strangers' eyes quicker than a hot-'n'-bothered Pokemon deliberately ignoring his instinctual needs instead of addressing them proper.

He certainly would have balked at the idea of turning down an unfamiliar girl from inviting him into her den to fuck.

Perhaps the funniest part of it all was how little desire he felt for it in the first place. She wasn't ugly or lacking - the average male would certainly have been tempted, if not outright convinced.

She had nothing he wanted, though. Perhaps his urges wanted, although at this point they'd take any wet hole to penetrate and rut, no matter who owned it. But as a female with invitation to breed, he felt nothing.

He already had his eyes on another girl he wanted, and for her he'd give anything at all.

---

DAY 25: THICK
Wasn't much further to go now.

The change he'd felt on his body was undeniable. Heavier and more pressured nuts was one thing. Seemingly a thicker stream of precum was another. Hell, the dick itself felt thicker than it did before.

Retra couldn't have a peaceful spot to himself without messing it up with a leaky puddle. His sun-laden window pillow carried his scent pretty much permanently at this point. His fur seemed to actively despise his attempts to wash it, at least in that one particular region - no matter how clean he got it, that drooling cocktip ensured it was mussed up in short order.

The fire type found himself having to avoid the girls' presence too. Not that they ever intended to mess with his goal, but they were trained to be good girls, and good girls cleaned up after their boys. Seeing him about the house feeling needy and pent up, leaking precum all over the place, it had to have been maddening on them.

As if Retra needed another thing to feel guilty about, but such it was.

One benefit did rise from the later part of that month - the general wilderness populace had more or less accepted the strangeness of this ritual for the rest of the month, for those who had stubbornly stuck with it. Walking around sporting a dripping boner wasn't met with shock or bemusement anymore from most. The worst Retra got was curious looks and maybe the occasional teasing giggle that was more laughing at him than with him, not that he cared much.

It let Retra put in some more work courier-ing packages around the village. Walking around with an erection and dripping on the forest floor wasn't a big deal as long as he could walk and carry a package on his back, so it helped both to pass the time and earn a little extra for the household. Not to mention removing the source of distraction from those Veegirls who didn't deserve being subjected to it.

Retra went about his deliveries as normally as he could, trying his damned hardest to not think about the throbbing need between his legs, the desire in his mind, and the trail of thick precum he seemed to leak everywhere he walked.

Wasn't much further to go now.

---

DAY 26: WORK
Perhaps the village hadn't gotten quite as used to the challenge participants' presence there. Or perhaps they did and still just liked to stare.

Retra recognized that the house needed a bit more income for the month and volunteered to do a few courier runs between the village. It wasn't exactly an ideal time for him, what with the obvious and ignored arousal constantly on display between his legs, but he figured he could make it work, and it would help to give him something to do. Something else to focus on besides his erection, at least.

He could only go so far in that regard though. For one, getting constantly gazed at - if not called out to - made it impossible to completely pretend the issue wasn't there. 

Retra knew better than to pay any heed. Most of the attention simply sought to get a reaction out of him, either by curiosity or making fun of the challenge they found pointless or silly. His gaze didn't stray as a pair of Litten girls giggled at him in passing. His ears didn't perk as a distant Pokemon called out for him to go empty his nuts somewhere to ease the load he was carrying. No reaction registered on his face as a Vulpix girl briefly walking in the same direction as him lowered her head to stare - perhaps admire, he couldn't tell - the equipment swaying between his legs. 

They all passed by in short order, even her, who took note of his inattention her way and silently went down a different path.

She stuck on his mind more than the others later on, as the fire type didn't seem especially malevolent in her attention - it felt more like curiosity, or perhaps a glimmer of hope in catching his eye. Oh well. From what little he saw, she was a cute girl - she'd have no trouble finding a guy to have mount her if that's what she was hoping for.

The courier office finally loomed over him and his approach, as Retra sighed in relief. He'd still have to head back the way he came, but the return trip was rarely as hard as the first half, and not carrying anything helped quicken the pace.

"Dropoff," he stated upon stepping up to the desk, rolling his shoulders in just the right way to slide the packages onto its smooth surface.

The desk head, a tall and lithe Zeraora girl, slid the packages over with a practiced sweep of her arm. "Lessee." Her gaze drifted over the labels, the other arm writing down details on a paper pad in an impressive fashion considering she wasn't looking that way at all. Retra waited patiently, ignoring anyone else around him that might be getting glances or smirks at his expense. 

"All seems to be in order," she mused, eyes passing the final package's label. They then passed to him - and then the rest of him, with a raised eyebrow. "... though you'll have to go somewhere else to deliver -that- package." Her tone was a little cool on the edge.

Surprised, Retra could hardly pretend that one hadn't been noticed. "Yeah, uh, I'm not looking to deliver that one today, thanks." Despite his best efforts, his own tone was a bit cold as well, perhaps tinged by the annoyance of being ogled at the entire way here. He immediately regretted saying anything, sure he'd be snipped at for doing so.

But the Zeraora blinked, tilted her head, and... chuckled. "Oh. You're one of those. The triple-N dudes. My bad." Her arm sweeped the packages away. "I thought... well, you'd be surprised how many local guys deliver packages just to try and get my attention."

Oh. Well. That made sense.

"Oh... heh." The Flareon felt the cold edge melt away. It helped to know others had problems too, even if they weren't the same as his own. "I can see why, although I'm sorry to hear that. But that's not me - I have a girl back home."

"That so?" Once more her eyes roved over him, with an observational style that he found he didn't mind. It wasn't critical, it wasn't ogling. Just... methodical, perhaps. "I hope you're not leaving her wanting for too long."

Retra shrugged. "Not much longer. She'll make it, same as me."

The Zeraora grinned. "So be it, I hope." A paw raised, in a shooing motion. "Now move along - spare yourself the gawkers, and let me get back to work." No coldness anymore, just a bemused little rebuff with a warm touch to it. Very weak warmth, but unmistakeable.

"Yes ma'am," he returned, chuckling to himself as he turned away and went on the way he came.

Tuning out everyone around him on the trip home didn't seem quite so hard this time.

---

DAY 27: ENDLESS
Emma and Sierra both had been standing at the glass back door watching Retra for about a half hour. The Flareon seemed to be hoping to pass the time with some exercise, of which was apparently spur of the moment and unplanned. At one point he simply walked in a loop around the backyard area, over and over, his pace measured and efficient in their strides. At another point he worked on the bending of his legs, squatting up and down over and over, testing their muscles, followed shortly by stretching them out in pairs away from his body, then back, then away again. And another time - much to their amusement - he stretched his torso by lifting up one half in a feline-style stretch, then the other half. The resemblance to the girls' own poses for getting intimate with their boys was not lost on them.

"I can't tell if he's just passing the time or trying to get back in shape for the end of the challenge," Sierra mused, glancing at her mother.

Emma kept watching him with a quiet giggle. "Both, I think. You better watch out come midnight later this week." 

Sierra's expression was nothing short of vibrantly excited. "I can't wait any easier than he can!"

"You'd better," Emma cautioned with a smile. "Or you'll make him fail his challenge."

"Not on my life," Sierra vowed, earnestly crossing a paw to her chest. "He's a good boy, he'll make it."

Emma giggled again, and simply pecked her daughter's cheek before striding away with a swish of the tail. She didn't have to wait to get between her boy's legs, though she wouldn't tease her daughter about it.

A moment later Sierra briefly stepped outside - mainly because she saw Retra had noticed her presence, and it felt mean not to reciprocate somewhat. "Working hard, honey?"

The panting Flareon nodded, legs wobbling. "I've been at this awhile... I'm surprised you've been watching for so long."

Sierra tilted her head, puzzled. 

Retra noticed, and the look dawned on him. "Oh... wait. How long has it been...? A couple hours, surely?"

Sierra smiled wanly, sympathetically. "Just half an hour, sweetie."

"HALF an hour?!" The poor boy yelped. What followed was a few choice words Sierra was too polite to repeat, though they made her giggle - still sympathetically, knowing how he felt.

"Keep at it, sweetheart," she cooed, giving his cheek a lick. "You're my big strong Flareon boy. You can do it!"

He didn't seem especially reassured, but Retra licked back and nodded, face resolute. "Mmh... I have to. I'm so close. At least here I don't have to worry about getting ogled at." He blinked, glanced hurriedly at her with a wry smile. "Er, not you, sweetie. You can stare all you want."

Sierra giggled once more, and decided to stay outside for awhile. Perhaps he could use the emotional support, or a distraction from the slow passage of time.

Lord knows she could use it too. She missed her boy.

---

DAY 28: TREMBLE
It felt like every part of him shook.

Not just his legs. They trembled worst of all, of course, what with all the exercising he'd done the day previous. He'd gone a litle overboard with it, with Sierra's help, and woke up today almost feeling like he couldn't stand up at all. He'd managed, and limped his way to the pool - no way could he make it all the way to the stream like this - and dip for a cold wake-up call. It helped... a little.

But everything seemed to tremble from the need he felt. Especially his cock. It was like a living thing of its own now, throbbing and pulsing, demanding for attention, silently screaming for it. Every twitch of his paws felt as if they wanted to dive for it, rub and stroke until the pressure in his balls just melted away in a messy spurting moment of bliss.

He couldn't. Not this close. No way. Nope. Not gonna. Nuh-uh.

But DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN he wanted to.

He still had control. He could still refuse his urges, and he would.

Part of him was wondering if that would hold true to the end, though.

It was becoming less and less certain the longer this went on...

But he'd do his best. He'd come this far, hadn't he?

"This far," he groaned, gazing at the mirror, watching his legs tremble and his cock throb like mad in front of heavy-hanging Flareon nuts. 

It sure felt like he'd gone a lot farther than he had, much like yesterday's time felt longer than it really was.

At least he could see the finish line from here. Keep going, keep your eyes locked on it, Retra my boy, and you'll make it, he kept telling himself.

You'll make it. You'll make it.

... he hoped.

---

DAY 29: SOON!!!
Funny how the mind perceived time. 

Ordinarily it was a simple thing. Time went by at an easily measured pace. A good experience made one lose track of time, feeling as if it slipped away faster than it had. A bad time caused one's focus to hone in too much on the time, feeling as if it crept by slowly when it didn't.

Then there was this. 

Retra had almost no idea what the time even was. Only a glance out the window at the sun's position helped center himself. That day just felt.. endless. He kept telling himself, two more days, buddy, two more days! That's all. Two more, and you're done. Easy.

But with a need pounding in his head this hard, one day felt like many, many more.

Soon. Soon. Soon.

He couldn't reassure himself anymore with the thought of what he'd get, what he'd earn. To do so was to tempt himself to claim it early, to sate this horrible lust that screamed at him to address.

Books wouldn't focus for his eyes. Music was tuned out with a dull thumping in his mind. Walking made him tremble almost to falling down.

In the end he spent most of that day laying on the windowsill, staring out into the trees as the sun soaked his fur, while his drooling cock soaked the sill with precum as it twitched off to the side.

It was almost like a zen state, where time held no meaning anymore. Except not really. More like the entire day stretched on and on before him as he drifted, one minute no different from another, feeling as if he'd be adrift forever. 

He could only trust that the finish line would soon grace his eyes.

Soon.

---

DAY 30: COUNTING
"Six hours to go," he muttered, gazing at the watch.

Sierra watched him, uncertain. "This seems a little much, sweetie. Are you sure?"

Retra turned to her with surprise, as if he'd forgotten she was there. "I'm sure. Rather, this is the only way I can BE sure it'll work."

Sierra glanced down at her boy's legs. They were bound - using a few choice pieces from the Eevee girl's personal bondage set, keeping his legs at an equal distance with cold metal, comfortably padded but very much inflexible. A lock on the end kept it from being opened, save for a key that was tucked away in her scarf.

"It just seems... mean."

Retra managed a small smile. "Not when I'm the jailer. You're just the keyholder."

Sierra sighed. It didn't feel that way.

Retra shook his head, leaned up, gave her a lick. "Sweetie, sweetie... don't be like that. I'm almost there. I'm fed, cleaned up, and horny as hell... so all you have to do is come release me at midnight, okay? I'll be just fine."

The girl smiled, wanly, sadly. He was a handsome boy, and it admittedly was kinda sexy seeing him bound like that with a stiff eerection and heavy balls between his legs, completely at her mercy. 

She wanted to mercy him, though. He needed a release, the poor thing...

Finally she shook herself out her thoughts. "Mmh. If you say so..."

"I do say so. Now go. I'll be fine." Another lick, a faint purr that seemed to be more for her benefit than his.

Sierra sighed, nodded... slowly swung her closet doors shut, hiding the needy Flareon from sight.

From within, she heard him muttering to the watch.

"Five hours and fifty minutes to go..."

---

DAY FINAL: RELIEF
It had all happened so fast. 

Not the rest of the day, no. That had crawled, slower than a worm. 

But midnight crept up with its final minutes. Emma had given her a kiss on the cheek, whispering for her to enjoy herself and hopefully keep the noise down so they could all sleep. Qwazzy had only grinned at her and pecked her lips, a knowing look on his face. Ghalen had gone to bed earlier with a huff - it had been obvious he was planning some kind of prank or noisy celebration of the midnight mark, but upon hearing Qwazzy tell him that he'd lock his icy butt up in that bondage gear for a week if he so much as giggled in their direction, he'd decided it was perhaps for the best to just steer clear of the whole thing.

Finally the clock's hands began to converge.

She opened the closet door.

Retra laid there, eyes zeroed on the watch as it ticked away the last few seconds. His cock throbbed like crazy, in a pool of pre that soaked the blanket beneath him. Legs twitched, balls twitched - well, everything twitched.

His eyes glanced at her, hungry, then back to the clock. Tick, tick.

Emma waited like the good girl she was, waited, until those three clock hands converged to 12. 

Ding, dong.

His eyes swiveled to her.

It was almost creepy. If it had been a stranger in her closet, she might have felt nothing about shutting it, locking it, forgetting all about it.

But it was her boy - her Flareon, lusting after her body, needing a release.

An excited huff left her, one after another, as her paws trembled with the key extracted from her scarf. It took some practice to get it into the first lock, and the second.

Retra waited. 

His hind legs were freed, the bonds tossed to the side. 

Retra waited. His fore legs were freed, the bonds tossed to the side.

Retra waited.

Sierra stared at him, the key set aside absentmindedly. "... sweetie."

Retra pounced.

The look on his face stuck with her for days afterward. Fierce and needy, growling with desire... yet also with a wild grin, a playfully young and boyish glee. A look that a playmate might wear as they exclaimed "I'm gonna getcha!"

Then he was on top of her. Legs pinned Sierra down as she yelped - much in the same way as he, with a mixture of shock and surprise as well as an energetic giggling glee. His muzzle dove down, grabbed through her neckfluff, biting - even now, gently - into her to pin the poor girl down utterly and completely. 

He had been the one bound before. The tables turned.

And he took her.

It was lightning fast. She couldn't hope to measure it. A single frantic momenet of that thick cock spearing into her sex, past her cervix in a painful jab, throbbing now with jubilation rather than desire. Sudden rutting jackhammering thrusts pounded that poor Eevee pussy the way concrete crumbled from the assault of a powerfully charged tool. Heavy balls smacked her trembling rump, announcing the imminent arrival - 

- no, the already arriving. For with a muffled howl of delight he began to cum for the first time in a month.

She knew it would be heavy, and knew it wouldn't be the only load he would give that night. Even then she was floored by it. That thick cock pulsed with joy as it fired a heavy spurt of cum, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another and another and another and...

... it just kept coming.

The first, but the strongest. 

Retra had gone too quickly to tie. Most of that cum, after filling and swelling up the girl's womb, quickly leaked out and slowly pooled, messily coating her crotchfur and his with the stuff, and the blanket beneath. Her legs quivered, low moans and whimpers passing her lips as she felt the most intense release she'd ever felt from the poor boy, soon matched by the intensity of her own climax as she shared that moment of relief with her boy, cunt squeezing him, milking him, loving him for every pump and every inch.

She had no idea how long it went, only feeling a wane as Retra sighed in bliss, slowly letting go of her neck to meet her gaze and purr. ".... uh... sor - "

"Shut up." Sierra bumped his nose with hers and grinned. Retra blinked, surprised. She didn't make him wait any longer.

"Shut up and FUCK ME, big boy."

Retra blinked... shivered, grinned... and obliged.

Soon the mess puddled bigger with another release, highlighted by his lusty growls and her needy whimpers. Soon after, another. 

Soon after, another...

---------------------

"Goodness," Qwazzy murmured, gazing at the closet.

There was no hiding what had happened there, even with the doors closed, the scent of their lovemaking was strong, and the leaking cum had escaped the towels and doors to pool a bit onto the floor below as well.

Emma appeared beside him, both amazed and amused. "How much cum did that poor boy HAVE?"

"I'm not sure," Qwazzy said, "but I bet he's not carrying any more now."

His black paw slowly and gently swung the door open a crack, the pair too curious not to peek inside.

He saw pretty much what he'd expected. The two were a mess, their crotchfur and other nearby regions quite mussed up with sexual fluids. The two had clearly rutted one time after another, going as hard and as fast as they could, emptying each load with lightning abandon to move onto the next - utterly blasting away quality with sheer quantity. He could easily imagine it, with how fiercely Retra had been exercising his legs and muscles earlier - just rolling his hips, bending those muscles to pump his needy rod into her with nothing short of zeal.

And yet, despite the mess, they had fallen asleep together not in an exhausted heap but a loving cuddle. His muzzle was tucked into her neckfluff, which seemed sleek from many licks. Two forepaws held her close, possessively, as her own curled around him in adoration. Their faces were the best part of all - utterly at peace, smiling, purring, oblivious to the world around them.

Qwazzy, smiling, quietly shut the door.

"We'll let them sleep," Emma murmured with a grin. "... by the way... want to make a mess of our own?" Wink.

He snickered her way. "I don't think I'll live up to Retra's example here, but it can't hurt to try..." Wink wink.

They walked back towards the bedroom, Emma swaying her butt friskily, his muzzle dipping towards it to sneak a few playful licks at her already moist slit.

Mentally, he made a note to make sure Sierra cleaned up after her boy later. It was only fair, after all.

But yes, they could sleep the morning away. Retra earned it and much besides.

Qwazzy was impressed. In some ways, Retra truly was his superior.

... not that it was gonna stop the Umbreon from topping as well as bottoming the fire type whenever he wanted to, of course... or any of the others in the house.

Such was their way of life, he mused briefly, as he hopped atop the bed and mounted his girl with a loving growl. 

And they loved every second of it.