[b]This short story contains:

Male Riolu and Female Fennekin
Vanilla Sex[/b]

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As always, the evening was a simple one. The two companions - Riolu, and his mate, Fennekin - had taken care of the necessities for their den. Leaves gathered for bedding, a small fire for warmth (courtesy of her natural fire type abilities), berries and water gathered for the morning, all prepared ahead of time. They liked it that way. It made finding free time to spend together so much easier and calmer.

Riolu paused beside their bedding and set a paw on Fennekin's head, petting affectionately between her ears with a smile that she returned and then some. 

Thinking to lay down, he was instead briefly surprised as Fennekin lowered her muzzle, and gently nudged between his legs at the soft sheath to be found there - eyes glancing his way with that unspoken query, that gentle invitation.

Riolu smiled. He was a little tired. They both were, really. But the invitation was too appealing to pass up - again, for both of them. A bit of "play" to conclude a more work-focused day of maintenance around their den sounded fitting.

A nuzzle to the blue-furred orbs and a few soft slurps up the scented sheath were enough to draw out Riolu's length, well familiar with her touch and emerging with the quick eagerness one spared a known friend. Fully unveiled, the Riolu scritched briefly behind her ears in fondness before stepping around and behind his girl, the male's short height fitting well with the quadrupedal stance of his fire type mate, who had already lowered her front end down to perk up her rump in welcome.

Sliding in was as easy as entering his own home - familiar, but comforting. Her natural heat, an embarrassing burn in the early days, was a pleasure to him now, and Riolu savored it with a smile as he listened to his girl's warm murmurs, settling his fores on either side of her rear in that familiar possessive hold. Falling into the starting pace, the gentle roll and rock of his hips, was enough to transport their minds into the pleasure of the moment, the rest of the world fading into nothingness around them.

She never tired of him, the fit of her snug sex wrapping around his length - it felt proper each time, like a key to its one lock. It felt complete. Happy grunts and huffs of breath left her muzzle with each thrust he gave, punctuated here and there with the gentlest of little flames. Never enough to threaten the leaves below them, but enough that he could see the glow.

Her natural juices lubricated him with each roll of the hips as he grinned, enjoying the moment and the hospitality of the fire type's heated and snug pussy. Indeed, never tiring - it brought a dependable pleasure to him every time, inspiring that member to throb and shudder in delight, leaking pre along her inner walls. 

The sounds they made would have perhaps been a source of teasing from other more energetic Pokemon, the wilder beasts who loved rough and ragged breeding, intense sounds, exhausting paces. Those creatures would have difficulty discovering them in the first place though, the pair's quiet but affectionate lovemaking only noticeable within the entryway to their humble abode - a scent of sex in the air, the wet squelches of entry and exit mingling with the soft slaps of blue orbs against creamy yellow rump, and their exhalations of pleasure very timid and calm. They didn't need to be frantic, rapid - this was enough, and just how the two liked it.

When the moment came, the mood persisted. Gentle and comforting, they held to one another with the just-a-bit-faster humping pace, letting the moment arrive at its own pace. When it did, Riolu huffed pleasurably as Fennekin moaned sweetly, her warm juices and tight squeezes helping her mate's shaft spurt those lovely ropes of cum within her womb, welcomed and appreciated in the same way he felt about the warm tunnel his mate allowed him to spread his seed.

Their bodies pressed together firm for a moment or two, ensuring the least bit of mess was made in their lovemaking. No time to clean up afterward - rest was the next step on the list, and once their mutual highs had floated down to the expected afterglow, he slowly and sensually pulled back to draw the spent cock free of her heated and cumstained pussy.

With sighs of pleasure shared between the two, they laid down - her body curled to be the little spoon of their cuddle, his muzzle against her neck with affectionate nibbles, both wearing a contented little smile on their faces.

It had been a good day.