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And when Lexi temporarily leaves him and Lance alone, it gives them the chance to further their relationship in ways neither pokemon will ever forget. \n\n[b]Author’s Note[/b]\nThis is a big one, perhaps even [i]the[/i] big one! I would like to use this chapter’s 15,000 words as an excuse as to why it took so long to get out, but that wouldn’t be entirely true. Better late than never! Give another huge thanks to [iconname]WaffleSquadron[/iconname] for, yet again, keeping me on track and for providing me with crucial feedback and edits. Without him, this chapter would’ve been stuck in limbo for who knows how long.\n", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Summary
Charlie has a sleepover. And when Lexi temporarily leaves him and Lance alone, it gives them the chance to further their relationship in ways neither pokemon will ever forget.

Author’s Note
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", "writing": "[b]Chapter 8 - First Times[/b]\n\nCharlie paced in his dimly-lit room, ruffling his feathers as he barely fought off the embarrassing urge to preen. It had been a few days since he watched Nicky lay her eggs, but he still couldn’t stop thinking about it. About what they did. About what they almost did. About what [i]he[/i] suggested they do. What had he been thinking? So stupid! Even if, in the end, he only helped Nicky with his beak, that didn't erase how disgusting he felt. \n\nThey almost had sex; there was no other way to put it. If Nicky had agreed, if she hadn’t talked sense into him, he would have pressed his cloaca to hers and rubbed against her until he came. It was scary how easy it would have been to let his lust take over. But Nicky was stronger than him, better than him. She knew it would be wrong, wouldn't be fair to Lance, and she got him back on track.\n\nIt was like he had no willpower at all.\n\nCharlie lowered his head into his wings and groaned. What would Lance think? What would Lance [i]say? [/i]He had justified his actions with worrying ease, but now those excuses felt flimsy, and the looming disaster of his boyfriend's reaction had him wound up tighter than a spoink. \n\nWhich was annoying, since tonight would be his first sleepover with his friends since The Egg. \nLexi and Lance would be there, though Nicky wasn’t coming. He wondered if it was egg related. He felt queasy for a few days after laying, so he wouldn’t be surprised if her belly ached. Even if it was easier for her, it couldn’t be completely easy. Besides, her presence would have meant having the sleepover somewhere else—lapras were 'spaciously challenged' and couldn't exactly squeeze into his cave. They usually planned sleepovers in an isolated cove near the bay that had plenty of both water and rock. Just for her. \n\nHer absence was both a blessing and curse. It was good because he’d get to sleep at home, where it was warm and comfortable; it was bad because if Nicky were here he'd at least have someone to help explain what happened.\n\nHe was on his own.\n\n\"I can't tell Lance, can I?\" he mumbled under his breath. \"I’ll just tell him we never actually had sex. He’ll understand, won't he?\"\n\nWhen he saw Lance yesterday, Charlie pretended as though everything was cool. They kissed, they giggled, they hung out for hours talking about nothing. But internally, he felt sick to his stomach, like he was going to throw up all over the vulpix. He didn't have the guts to come clean then. Maybe Lexi would understand? Could she help explain that he was only helping a friend out? Could she help get rid of the nasty feeling in his belly?\n\n[i]Why can't I forgive myself for something I didn't do? [/i]\n\nHe closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and thought back to that moment with her in the cave. The memory was so clear. He could almost taste the shy lapras’ fluids on his tongue; felt the way her cloaca clung to him, her warm, gooey fluids dribbling down his beak. Her scent was difficult to shake, subtle yet distinctly [i]her[/i]. Even her eggs had a smell. A weird smell, but it wasn’t bad. \n\nDid his eggs have a unique scent too? He figured they must, but the only smell he remembered was the hint of rot before he threw it away. It was so strange, looking back. His own laying almost didn’t feel real. The day was a blur of stomach aches and cramping, but distant, like it had happened to some other fletchinder. The memory of the actual laying was muted to the point he could barely recall it. Watching Nicky lay had been good for him. It gave him a new perspective. Reminded him that while it would hurt, it was manageable. Let him conceptualize what happened to him in another. Let him know he wasn’t alone. \n\nNicky also looked strangely hot while laying, the way her vent stretched as each egg plopped out of her, one by one, to land in a warm, squishy pile. \n\nCharlie blinked in surprise at where his mind wandered, but he couldn’t deny the way his vent was clenching. [i]Am I really getting horny thinking about Nicky laying eggs? Oh, Arceus, what is wrong with me... [/i]\n\nIt wasn’t just the eggs, though. He also imagined Nicky peeing, the memory of the waterfall she produced stirring more than curiosity within him. He longed to hear her cute noises of relief again. It was just so interesting, novel, and genuine. Would Lance sound like that when he peed? Maybe they could—\n\nOnce again startled by his thoughts, Charlie realized he really needed to take care of this… this heat, as Nicky called it. He'd been too anxious to masturbate the past few days, no matter how pent up he felt, and it wasn’t a pleasant experience being high strung and horny at the same time. Heck, he hadn't even gone past kissing Lance since he sucked the vulpix off. Which wasn't saying much since that was like three days ago, but for a horny teen it felt like forever.\n\nCharlie just wanted to do more [i]stuff[/i] with Lance. Forget about his worries, his fears, and ask the vulpix to return the favor. Sucking his penis was fun and all, but it would be so much better if he were on the receiving end, if he could experience what Lance had. So what if it would remind him of his feminine equipment, was that honestly so bad?\n\nHe swallowed hard, imagining Lance's muzzle digging deep into his untouched cloaca, stroking everything with his warm, soft tongue, tasting his femininity, touching all his most sensitive parts. \n\nAll he had to do was [i]ask.[/i]\n\nCharlie groaned at the unfairness of it all, of stupid hormones almost making him cheat on Lance. He stood up, then flopped over onto his 'nest' again with a [i]pomf[/i], burying his beak into the soft plants and shed feathers. He snuggled under everything and crooned. He needed a nap. A nap sounded great.\n\nClosing his eyes, he hoped to sneak a wink or two before anyone arrived.\n\n\"Charlie! One of your friends is here!\"\n\n[i]So much for a nap[/i]. \n\nWith a heavy sigh, Charlie wiggled out of his nest, shook a few stray feathers off, and walked out of his part of the cave system, preening a few bent feathers on the way to at least t[i]ry[/i] and look presentable. Especially if it was Lance. Oh, he hoped it wasn't Lance yet! He still didn't know what to say! \n\nLuckily for his ever-increasing worries, it wasn’t the vulpix. A weavile stood by the cave entrance instead, leaning against the rock wall as snow sprinkled in from the outside. His dad was there to greet her, the snow-white ninetales saying something to his friend. He hoped they weren’t talking about him.\n\nLexi paused whatever conversation they were having and looked at him with a friendly smirk. \"'Sup, Charlie. Lance here yet?\" \n\n\"Hey,\" he greeted back, un-fluffing his feathers in the presence of his less complicated friend. \"And no. He's probably still watching Sasha. Said he might be a little late.\" \n\nHe did not envy Lance. Babysitting that flurry of young energy multiple times a week sounded exhausting, but at least it gave him much needed time to figure things out with Lexi. He desperately required her set of, er, skills right now. Discuss what happened with Nicky, ask her opinion if he made a mistake or not. Maybe even talk about how he'd been feeling about the whole 'female thing' as a whole again. Lexi was pretty open-minded, and Nicky had said it was okay to talk with her, and Lance, about what they did together. \n\nThey’d both agreed keeping it a secret would give the wrong impression.\n\nAfter a minute of small talk—his dad doing his best to embarrass him—Charlie nudged Lexi with a wing toward his cave, thanked his dad for letting his friends spend the night, then disappeared behind the corner. \n\nIn his room, he collapsed onto his bed of fluffy things with a dramatic groan. \"I think I messed up.\"\n\nLexi cocked an eyebrow. \"Have to be more specific, dude.\"\n\n\"Ha. Ha.\" He sat up, looking anywhere but Lexi's curious eyes. How should he phrase this? Just go for it? \"I, uh, helped Nicky lay eggs a couple days ago.\" Lexi's eyes widened, but he went on before she could interrupt, \"W-wait, before you say it, she offered! She thought it might help me? Somehow? You know, since I lay eggs too.\"\n\nFor the first time, Lexi seemed almost unsure how to respond, but then she snorted. \"When you say help, do you mean [i]help? [/i]Because Nicky told me [i]allll[/i] about how Lapras do things. So go on,\" she teased, \"tell me how you [i]helped [/i]her out.\" \n\nStaying silent was the wrong thing to do, apparently. The lack of response only made Lexi's grin wider, so he quickly blurted, \"I helped her orgasm!\"\n\nShe whistled, leaning in with rapt attention in her bright eyes. \"Ha, seriously? I was kidding! Damn, Charlie! How'd you do it? Did you lick her? What'd she taste like? How hard did she cum? Was it hot? How big are lapras eggs?\"\n\nTaken aback by his friend's enthusiasm, Charlie could only lean back in his bed, struggling not to catch fire as his temperature skyrocketed. \"U-um, I didn't tell you so you could get all the details, Lexi! I just need to know if this counts as cheating. You know, because I am [i]dating [/i]Lance.\"\n\n\"Oh, right,\" she said dismissively. Then her jaw slacked. \"[i]Ooooh[/i], right. This is tricky. Did you do anything else together? Like bump uglies? Or kiss her?\"\n\n\"I… um, kinda? I almost had sex with her,\" he admited, remembering how close he had been to making a mistake with the lapras. He still wanted to. He really, really wanted to. Oh, Arceus, did he want to. \"She stopped us at the last moment, it was… I feel really bad about how close we were to doing it. Then her eggs came. That's it, really.\" \n\n\"I bet her eggs aren't the only thing that [i]came[/i].\" When he glared at her, Lexi threw her claws up in defeat. \"I'm only playing, geez! But seriously, if that's all that happened, and you [i]only[/i] did this to help her lay because she was having trouble or something, then it should be fine. You two wised up, didn't go further than you had to, and that is that.\"\n\n\"But I still did [i]stuff[/i] with her, and I liked it.\" He groaned, spreading his wings out across the bed. \"Like, a lot. It was really hot. I’d never been so aroused.\" Admitting that was embarrassing, but somehow he managed to not ignite his bed. Woo.\n\nScooting closer, Lexi settled an arm across his back. \"Hey, relax. If it helps you feel any better, Lance would probably find it hot too. What dude wouldn't wanna watch a big girl like Nicky get eaten out by a pretty bird like you? Invite him next time, let him in on the fun! But seriously, if you reeeeally want to even things out, [i]well[/i], Lance could eat [i]me[/i] out. Then you both did stuff with other girls! Perfect solution.\"\n\n\"What?!\" he squawked. Sitting up straighter, he glared at the smirking weavile. \"No! That is so— ew! Gross! You're gross!\" \n\n\"Gross?\" She faked an affronted gasp, but the indignation didn't reach her eyes. \"Are you calling my [i]sexy[/i] little weavile cunt gross?\"\n\nHe swore his feathers were smoking. \"You know that's not— I mean, it's not the—\" \n\nLexi yawned, stretching her arms and legs out provocatively, leading his eyes to her crotch in a way that was absolutely on purpose. He caught a glimpse of her black, compact vulva before looking away so fast his head spun. Settling his gaze onto her face was almost worse; how someone could radiate such smugness through their eyeballs, he didn’t know.\n\n\"Like what you see, Charlie?\" she teased, not bothering to close to her legs. He looked away on principle. \"Aw, c'mon, you don't have to look away! No one can blame you for peeking! All the boys have trouble taking their eyes off me~\"\n\n\"I'm technically not a boy,\" he countered weakly. \n\n\"Until you say otherwise, [i]handsome[/i],\" she said, \"you'll always be a boy to me.\"\n\nCharlie counted backward from five in his head, knowing she'd stop embarrassing him eventually. Hopefully. Maybe. Besides, she [i]was [/i]just playing, he knew that, but she knew exactly which of his buttons to press. Somewhere deep inside—very deep inside—he was glad she hadn't changed her ways around him. As though him being a girl didn’t matter to her. It was nice. \n\nHe snuck another glimpse at her vulva. [i]It does look pretty interesting… [/i]\n\n“Fine,” he conceded. “It’s sorta appealing. But only because it’s exotic to me, so don’t make a big deal out of it.”\n\nThankfully for his sanity, his dad called out before Lexi could respond. \"Charlie! Lance is here!\"\n\n\"Coming!\" Charlie replied with a happy tweet, feeling none of the anxiety he’d felt earlier. Lexi waggled her eyebrows, confusing him, until he realized what he said. He groaned at the immature ‘joke’, but couldn't quite hide a giggle-snort as he chastised, \"Oh, grow up.\" \n\nLeaving Lexi in his room, Charlie went to greet Lance at the entrance, only to slow down as certain thoughts encroached upon him. Could he really face Lance? Lexi's reaction had been reassuring, in its own way, leading him to the belief that it really would be okay. Maybe. Hopefully. \n\nHe took a deep breath and turned the corner into the entrance cave, nearly bumping into his dad's tails in the process. Charlie grumbled and walked around the fluffy obstacle.\n\n\"Jeez, Dad, keep your butt out of the tunnel,\" he teased good-naturedly. \"Unless you [i]want[/i] a tail pecked!\"\n\nDad wasn't phased by his 'threat'. The older pokemon snorted, sidestepping with the grace only a ninetales could, his many white tails never touching the floor. \"Not the tails!\" he bemoaned with a dramatic swoon. \"I must be more careful; wouldn't want to end up an [i]eighttales[/i], eh, kids?\" Lance, who he noticed standing next to Dad, nodded with an enthusiasm Charlie could only roll his eyes at. \n\nWhatever delight he felt seeing his boyfriend was curbed by the dork giggling at Dad's terrible joke. It was entirely unforgivable. \n\nNo, he didn't laugh along. \n\n[i]Shut up, brain.[/i]\n\nEager to start the night, this was a sleepover after all, Charlie nudged Lance with a wing down the way he came. \"Come on, Lexi's waiting for us!\"\n\nThough Lance allowed himself to be led away, he visibly slumped. \"I thought it was just gonna be us?\" he whispered once they were down the hall, wiggling out from under his wing.\n\nCharlie winced. He forgot to mention this was a get-together, not a date, hadn't he? \n\n\"Is that bad?\" he asked, slowing down. \"I haven't had you guys over since, you know. I thought it would be nice hanging out again, having a sleepover. Just the three of us.\" Seeing the vulpix's mood not getting any better, Charlie fluttered his eyelashes and whispered, \"We can cuddle and kiss later~\"\n\nHe walked ahead, knowing it would draw Lance's eyes to his backside. Doing this would have embarrassed him in the past, but now he raised his tail feathers without shame and [i]let[/i] him look. He wanted to show Lance that Lexi being here didn't change anything: the vulpix still had his full attention. \n\nThe walk back to his room was silent. Not awkward, at least Charlie didn't think so, but definitely charged. He hoped Lance liked what he saw. It was still weird to think he could be sexy. Or that Lance probably thought of him as a sexy [i]female[/i]. Even weirder, it didn't bother him anymore.\n\n\"'Sup, Lance,\" Lexi greeted, reclining on the pile of feathers he generously referred to as a bed. \"How's it hanging?\"\n\nLance shuffled into the room past him, almost hitting him in the face with his fluffy tails. \"Hi, Lexi,\" he said without much enthusiasm. \"Nice to see you.\" \n\nCharlie winced; Lance's disappointment was obvious. \n\nLexi apparently agreed, placing a claw to her chest dramatically. \"Ouch, I'm really feeling the love here. Seriously, dude, I won't get in the way of your 'kissy time', if that's what you're afraid of. I want to hang out with my [i]friends[/i], but I know you're both itching to do whatever, so yeah. I get it.\"\n\nLance's ears fell flat—in embarrassment or shame, Charlie couldn't tell. \"Sorry… I do want to hang out with you, really, I do. Just, um… Charlie, uh…\" He looked at him and then glanced away, pawing at the ground. \"Yeah.\"\n\n\"Oh, I get it,\" Lexi said, grinning from ear to ear. \"You're horny and want to do [i]more[/i] than just kissing, and you think I'm going to cock block you from getting your dick wet, is that right?\"\n\nCharlie and Lance choked. \n\n\"L-Lexi!\" Charlie managed once he got his coughing fit under control. \"It's not like that!\"\n\nLance seemed about ready to melt into the floor. \n\nLexi gestured toward the flustered vulpix. \"There you go. He's not even denying it. But can you blame him? What boy wouldn't want a turn with your sexy bird hole? I'm a girl and [i]I [/i]want a turn!\"\n\n[i]This can't be happening[/i], Charlie thought as Lexi went off the deep end. He couldn’t lie and say it wasn't flattering, in a way, but with Lance here it was also so embarrassing he would literally die if Lexi didn't shut it. [i]It's official, I'm going to burst into flames. With any luck I'll take Lexi with me.[/i]\n\nLance was the first to speak. If mumbling counted as speech. \"It's n-not, um… I'm just… I mean, if he wanted—\"\n\nLexi burst into further giggles. \"You are too adorable! I'm just teasing. Relax. Anyhow, how's babysitting the fluffball going? Is she still asking about 'the horny'?\"\n\nA loud groan escaped the vulpix, but his ears perked up to show this new line of conversation was heaps and bounds better than the last. \"That's entirely your fault, and you know it!\" he accused. \"Ugh, Mom and Dad blame me. Thanks for that, by the way.\"\n\n\"Sorry,\" Lexi said. She sounded surprisingly repentant. \"I'm usually much better at watching my mouth around her.\"\n\nAnd so began the next course of conversation. It was all mostly busy talk, just catching back up. But he thought it was great. Especially since it meant Lexi wasn't teasing them. Verbally, at least. She kept her thighs splayed more than comfort required, and he was convinced she winked at him whenever he snuck an accidental peek.\n\n...Okay, maybe not accidental, but could anyone blame him? It was [i]right there[/i], sticking out despite its petite size. Kind of difficult [i]not[/i] to look when she lacked any sense of modesty. Didn't help that weavile were naturally bipedal, and their tails barely provided any modesty, leaving little to the imagination on a good day. Even Lance seemed to look once or twice before vehemently shifting his gaze. It didn't make him jealous.\n\n“How far have you two gone?\" Lexi suddenly asked. \"I doubt you’ve fucked, but what about oral?” Charlie tore his eyes from her vulva in favor of gaping at her. “What’s with the look? I’m only asking!”\n\nBefore he could reply, Lance beat him to the punch. “Um, we, um… he did, um.” He looked at him, eyes pleading. “Can we tell her? I’m okay with it, but only if you are. I'm actually a little excited about sharing.”\n\nThat made one of them. They looked expectantly at him, one nervously hopeful, the other shamelessly eager. “I, uh, I sucked him off?” he admitted, fluffing his feathers. Resisting the urge to preen—because that would only make him look more nervous—he tried to add some humor by adding, “and he kinda sorta almost choked me to death?”\n\n“I did not!” Lance prosted, stomping a paw onto the floor. As his ears fell flat, Lexi snorted through her claws. “Hey, don’t laugh! It's not funny!”\n\nThe weavile only laughed harder. “You're right—it's hilarious! What, did you knot his beak or something?” His silence only spurred her on again. “Oh, my Arceus, seriously?! Phew, you really know how to make things memorable for Charlie’s first blowjob, eh, Lance?” He was going to say something, only for her to wink at the flustered vulpix and keep going, “So, how’d he feel? Did you get inside his throat? I bet he squeezed you really nicely, huh? I obviously don’t know what it’s like—duh, since I have a pussy—but I’ve heard you guys like warmth and tightness and stuff, right? Charlie must’ve been very [i]hot[/i].”\n\nIf he thought he was embarrassed by this line of inquiry, he had nothing on Lance. The poor thing seemed to be trying his best to melt into the floor. “U-um… it was nice… His throat, uh, kept clenching, and, um, was really hot. It was probably the best thing I’ve ever felt.”\n\n“Really?” Charlie said, perking up at the compliment. “Best thing you ever felt? Was my throat really that good?”\n\nLance nodded, growing more confident as the conversation went on. Lexi probably intended this, the manipulative minx. “Yes! You were amazing! I’d love to do it again.” His eyes widened, and Lance quickly added, “Only if you’re okay with it! I’ll be really careful next time, too! Promise!”\n\nLance looked adorable pleading like that, big eyes and swishing tails making it impossible to say no to. Not that he would say no. It had been pretty fun, ignoring the 'almost choking to death' part. Lance would be more careful next time. He'd better be. \n\nThough Charlie looked forward to his turn. He'd never had anyone lick him [i]there[/i] before, and the thought of it ruffled his feathers in all the best ways. Obviously he couldn't ask tonight, not with Lexi here, but the next time they were alone he'd promise to suck Lance off again… on the promise he'd go down on him first. \n\nActually, why couldn't he ask tonight? Lexi wouldn't care, and they were well past shame. \n\n\"Sounds great!\" Excitement bubbling in his chest, he leaned in to whisper into Lance's ear, \"But only if you eat me out first~\"\n\nLance froze like the ice type he was. \"Eat you out?!\" He said. Loudly. \n\n\"Shhh, hush!\" Charlie said In a panic, glancing first at Lexi, then more nervously at the tunnel heading out of his room. \"My dad might hear.\"\n\nHe couldn’t imagine anything more embarrassing than Dad knowing his intentions with Lance. Which was why Lexi's next words were so terrible.\n\nLexi scoffed. \"Please, he probably already knows you've done stuff with Lance. Ninetales have stupidly good noses. Unless you washed off in the ocean and then set yourself on fire for, like, five minutes, he probably smelled his cum on your feathers.\"\n\n\"Wh-what?\" Charlie said stupidly, feeling as though a wailord had slammed into his gut. \"No way, he'd have, like, said something. That's not true, is it? Right, Lance? Please tell me it's not true.\"\n\nLance scuffed at the floor. \"Um, yes? I rolled over in the snow for a while after you… got me off, and my older brother [i]still[/i] noticed your smell and my, uh, my scent. He was cool about it, but he insisted that he give me a bath so mom and dad wouldn't know I'm messing around.\" His ears fell so flat, Charlie thought for sure they'd be lost in his head fluff. \n\n\"Your brother licked your dick?\" Lexi blurted, bursting into giggles. \"Oh, wow, your family is super weird!\"\n\n\"H-hey,\" Lance protested. \"Grooming is normal for us! It's not weird! And he didn't lick my dick, just my sheath!\"\n\nBefore Lexi could open her mouth again, Charlie came to his defense. \"Dad still tries to offer me baths,\" he said, glaring at Lexi. \"It's just a ninetales and vulpix thing.\" Even if he did think it went a little beyond a bath to [i]lick[/i] someone's [i]cum[/i] off them, especially from a brother, saying that out loud wouldn’t be productive. But at least it hid the scent of their sexual encounter with the scent of a bath instead. \n\n\"Thank you, Charlie,\" Lance said with a grateful smile. He turned to Lexi. \"See? Normal.\"\n\nShe nodded. \"I get it. So would it be okay if I offered to give [i]you[/i] a bath?\" Lexi stuck her tongue out suggestively. \"You know, just in case you two want to get busy tonight. I'll make sure your sheath is [i]very[/i] clean before you return home.\" Before either of them could protest, Lexi quickly added, \"Kidding!\"\n\n\"Better be,\" Charlie mumbled.\n\nLexi heard, because she added, \"What if I offered to lick you clean too, feather butt? I've never tasted a cloaca before. I always wondered: would it be like eating pussy or ass?\"\n\nHe couldn't tell if she was joking or not, and that was [i]very[/i] worrying. Worse, her words actually made him a little excited. Definitely not how he wanted to feel around anyone except Lance, of course. He really was pent up. \n\nCharlie and Lance shared [i]a look[/i], and for a moment he was positive they also shared the same thought. \n\n\"Please stop flirting with my boyfriend,\" Lance said. \"And me. We're not interested in anyone eating anyone else out.\"\n\nCharlie winced. He still hadn't told him about Nicky. Lexi gave him a poignant jerk of her head, an action that just confused Lance. He winced even harder. \n\n[i]Should I tell him? [/i]he thought, heart trying to leap from his chest. [i]Now? The longer I don't tell him, the worse it'll look. Maybe he'll even think it's hot?[/i] \n\n\"Hey, Lance?\" Charlie began hesitantly. \"You know Nicky, right?\"\n\nLance looked at him as though he were stupid. \"...Uhh? Duh. What about her?\"\n\nHe opened and closed his beak. How the heck should he begin this? \"Well, um, you know how I'm struggling with being a girl?\" he said, scuffing at the ground with his talons. \"I was talking with Nicky, and she— well, she let me— um. She offered to let me watch her lay eggs and I helped her out. Weird, right?\"\n\nCharlie braced for Lance's response. \n\n\"Uh, okay?\" Lance said slowly. \"Is that it? I guess that's kinda weird, but if that helps you through this, cool. Um, why are you acting so nervous? It's not like you had sex with her or anything… You didn't have sex with her, right?\"\n\n\"No!\" he quickly said. \"I helped her lay, that's [i]it[/i]. I promise.\"\n\nHe started to nod, only to halt. \"Wait, what do you mean by 'helped'? How do you help a [i]lapras[/i] lay eggs? They're like this big!\" He held his paws out wide, nearing falling over in the process. He would have laughed at the clear exaggeration if it weren't for how tight his belly felt. \n\nCharlie looked to Lexi for help. The weavile just shrugged, as though saying 'you're on your own, good luck!'. \n\nT[i]hanks, Lexi. You're the best. [/i]\n\n\"Welll…\" Charlie began, \"lapras need stimulation to lay, like a mate, you know? And, uh, an orgasm really helps when they're laying solo. So I just… helped… her orgasm. Is that cool? That's cool, right? Please tell me it's cool.\"\n\nIt took Lance about five seconds to process his words. Charlie had been expecting anger. What he got was arguably worse. \n\n\"Oh.\" It was said in a whisper, but Charlie heard it clear as day. The vulpix whined, ears flat to his skull. \"But I thought you liked [i]me[/i]? Are we… is this your way of saying we're breaking up? Is this why you brought Lexi? For support? Please tell me that's not what this is.\"\n\n\"No!\" he all but yelled, terrified by the prospect. \"No, I lo—really like you!\" [i]Good save there, Charlie. Saying you love him now would be super awkward. I don't even know if it's true. [/i]\"I only helped her lay. Really. We COULD have gone further, and we almost did it, but we decided not to because you're such a great guy!\" \n\nCharlie regretted the words the instant they left his beak. \n\nBefore Lance could have a breakdown, Lexi intervened, \"Wow, gonna stop you right there, Charlie. You're terrible at this.\" She turned to the heavily breathing vulpix. \"Look, Lance. Charlie talked to me earlier about this and he is [i]insist[/i]ent about sticking with you. What happened between him and Nicky almost went bad, yeah, but that's not because he doesn't like you, it's because he's horny as fuck and needs his boy pussy filled, like, [i]yesterday[/i].\"\n\nCharlie fluffed up with mortification. \"H-hey, I'm not—\"\n\n\"Oh, my Arceus, Charlie,\" Lexi hissed, \"shut up. I'm trying to save your relationship.\"\n\nCharlie shut up.\n\n\"Anyway,\" Lexi went on, \"I think Charlie is in heat, or the bird form of it anyway, and has it really bad, too. So all you,\" she pointed a claw at the stunned vulpix, \"gotta do [i]is Charlie[/i]. Or at least give him a good, thorough licking—or dicking—under his tail feathers. Make him [i]sing[/i].\"\n\nBoth pokemon stared at Lexi in stunned silence. \n\n\"I already asked him to,\" Charlie said weakly, unable to look either of them in the eyes. \"Eat me out, I mean. Um. It would be nice…\"\n\nLexi leaned back slyly. \"Then what are you two waiting for?\"\n\n A heartbeat passed before Lance said what Charlie had been thinking, \"Um, what?\"\n\n\"Eat him out!\" Lexi said, really forward with glee in her eyes. \"Right now. Do it.\"\n\n\"But you're here!\" Charlie pointed out, feeling distinctly uncomfortable. Sure, Lexi was pretty, but this was a private matter. Just no. \"We are not giving you a show.\"\n\n\"Obviously,\" Lexi drawled, rolling her eyes. He hadn’t expected her to agree with him. \"Which is why I'm going to hang out with your dad. You know, distracting him while you two lovebirds have your fun. He probably already knows [i]something[/i], but if it really makes you feel better, I can keep him from checking up on you. Heck, maybe I could even convince him to go hunting with me? He's probably really bored, all cooped up. Also I'm pretty hungry. He'll say yes.\"\n\nCharlie squinted at Lexi, looking for some sort of angle here. But the weavile grinned innocently. A little smugly, but for her that was normal. He really hoped she wasn't trying to seduce his dad or something. Because ew. No way.\n\n\"That's very nice of you,\" Charlie said slowly, growing fond of the idea but still not entirely convinced. Being alone with Lance sounded wonderful after all that stress had been sorted. \"This isn't an excuse to flirt with my dad, is it?\"\n \n\"Pffft, I'm not [i]that[/i] desperate. He's way too old for me. Don't get me wrong; he [i]is[/i] a looker for his age, and he does have a nice butt.\" Charlie glared at her, but she laughed his worries away with a wave of her hand. \"Not that I'd do anything! I'm not even sure he's into the whole sex thing anyway. When have you ever seen him get a mate? Or even, you know.\" \n\nLexi slipped a claw between her legs and thrust her hips a bit, an extremely lewd gesture that made her implication crystal clear. He felt faint, not wanting to even consider his dad's sex life, let alone any ‘self pleasure’ sessions. It was bad enough that Lance sorta looked like a tiny version of— no, bad thoughts. Bad. \n\n\"Let’s pretend you didn't just say that,\" he said with a wince. \"Please.\"\n\nShe shrugged and stood up. \"Whatever you say.\" She examined her claws with characteristic exaggeration. \"Anyway, I’m going to distract your dad whether you ask or not. Just remember what an awesome friend I am when your mind is [i]blown [/i]by Lance. Also remember to clean up after. I'll be back later for the rest of the sleepover. I expect [i]details[/i]. Have fun, see ya!\"\n\nBefore either of them could muster a response, particularly to the suggestion they’d be messy, Lexi turned and walked away, swaying her hips on the way out. She just couldn't pass up an opportunity to flaunt herself, could she? Her being attractive only made it worse.\n\n\"Wait, she was being serious?\" Lance said after a moment, seemingly slow on the uptake, staring at the place Lexi had been. \n\n\"Apparently.\" His stomach fluttered: they were officially alone right now. If Lexi pulled through, they could do whatever they wanted and his dad would be none the wiser. Anything at all. Could he? Could they? Oral sounded great, but he was horny and curious and wondered what other things might feel like. \"So, uh,” he took a deep breath, “I didn’t want to say this while Lexi was here, but can we try something a little… [i]more [/i]than oral?\" Heat rushed to his face around his beak. He ruffled his feathers. \"I've been thinking, I'm curious what your, uh, penis would feel like pressed against me. Not [i]inside[/i], not yet, but maybe some rubbing. Is that okay?\"\n\n\"Yes,\" Lance squeaked. \"Very okay.\"\n\nCharlie laughed at the response, and the way Lance squirmed in place in order to hide an obvious stiffy only made his mirth brighter. \"I figured you would say that,\" he teased. \"but that's okay. I'm horny too. Lexi was right about that.\"\n\n\"What changed?\" Lance asked. \"You never would have asked this a few days ago. Is it really that bad? I know what being horny as a guy feels like, and honestly sometimes I want nothing more than to… stick it in someone. What’s it like for you? Being horny as a girl?\"\n\nHe probably would have been offended by the 'as a girl' comment a few days ago, but at this point it didn't feel weird at all. Lance was right. Something had changed. Even more than he likely expected, because being referred to as a girl didn’t just feel okay, it felt [i]good[/i]. New. Exciting.\n\nHe'd wrestle with [i]that[/i] thought later.\n\n\"I dunno,\" he answered honestly. \"But I think being a bird probably plays a larger role than being a girl. Since, you know, I flex and stuff. Down there. There's also this warm buzzing in my belly when I think about sexy things. It radiates and seems to pulse whenever my vent… flexes.”\n\n“Can you feel it flex?” he asked, looking down at his tail feathers. There was nothing to see, but the glance sent warmth blooming through his body. \n\nIt also caused the action in question to occur with a soft, wet shlick he felt more than heard. \n\n“Y-yes,” Charlie said after the particularly needy flex caused his vent to sorta kiss the soft materials he used as bedding. He stood up a little so it wasn’t touching. That had felt pretty intense. “It’s [i]very[/i] noticeable. It's happening now, if you wanted to know. There really isn’t anything to compare the feeling to. What about you?” He looked between Lance’s legs, noticing a hint of blue sticking out of his sheath. Sitting on his haunches as he was made it quite noticeable. “What does [i]that[/i] feel like?”\n\n“Stiff, mostly,” Lance said, squirming in place. “And this warm pressure. It’s not too bad right now, but when it’s really big, like before I was in your, uh, beak, it’s worse.” His penis continued to slide out of his sheath as he spoke, likely reminiscing on how his beak and throat felt.[i] [/i]Hidden within his feathers, his vent winked wetly, sending a flash of warmth through him and making his tail feathers hike even higher.\n\n“I’ll be honest,” Charlie said softly, unable to take his eyes off of Lance’s growing length. “If I wasn’t nervous about breaking my vent, I’d ask us to go all the way.” Charlie hadn’t meant to say that. Why did he say that? \n\nThe implications hung heavy in the air. Sex. He was offering sex. And both of them knew it. He squirmed, shuffling from his left to his right foot and back again. His vent winked all the harder. and the sight of Lance’s stiffening penis caused it to throb all the more. Flexing with a hunger he'd never quite felt before.\n\nHis eyes widened as his brain caught up to his beak, and he quickly backpedaled, “I-I mean, it was just a stray thought! I don’t— I’m not— Unless you wanted to try?”\n\n[i]What am I doing?![/i] Charlie thought with an internal scream. [i]I don’t want to have sex! Am I even built for penetration? Would he break me? Would it hurt? Would it feel amazing?\n\n[/i]“We could try the tip after I lick you?” Lance blurted. His penis throbbed harder than ever, and Charlie knew it was the thought of putting it inside him that did it. He couldn't even imagine what that urge felt like. \"That way I still get to return the favor, and we can go further too.\"\n\n“Yeah,” Charlie agreed, despite panicking internally. He wanted to do it. They wanted to do it. But… “But I don’t know. I mean, maybe? Let’s try rubbing and see where that goes. Having a vagina is kind of scary, I don’t want to break it.” And now he was thinking of being a girl. Again. [i]Ugh, this is so confusing. Maybe I should have just taken Lexi’s advice and let everyone call me a girl for a while. At least then I’d be justified in feeling like one without feeling awkward about it. [/i]\n\nBesides, it was hard not to think of oneself as female when discussing such female parts.\n\nLance was quiet for a moment. “Sorry,” he said. “I don’t want to be pushy. I know you probably didn’t mean it. You’re just in heat or whatever. I can help you with my muzzle, like you helped me.”\n\nCharlie held back a whine. That was not the mindset he wanted Lance to have! This wasn’t a transaction! \n\n“No,” he said firmly, looking away from his crotch to stare deep into Lance's eyes. “You’re allowed to want that. I want it, too. Trying just the tip sounds perfect. But if you do cum, try to aim for my [i]other[/i] hole. Just in case we are, uh, [i]compatible[/i].” Charlie froze and fluffed up in embarrassment. Did he really just say to use his other hole? He was nervous about making his growing egg fertile—if that was even possible for their species, let alone this far along—but wouldn’t pulling out work just as well? So why did he even suggest [i]that[/i]? \n\n…\n\nBecause it sounded hot. Charlie groaned at discovering this new weird kink of his. \n\n“I’ll just lick you for now!” Lance said, seeming equally as embarrassed by the offer. At least it saved Charlie from having to talk himself out of it. “Can you get on your back? I never got a good look, and I want to explore a bit before I start if that’s okay.”\n\n“Yes, okay.” Heart pounding in his chest, Charlie slowly, awkwardly, rolled onto his back, showing off his wet, pulsing cloaca to his boyfriend. \"H-how's this?\"\n\n\"Oh, gosh,\" Lance said, almost a whisper, \"I can't believe this is happening… This feels so unreal. It’s so pretty.\"\n\n\"You think it's pretty?\" he whispered, his heart racing from the compliment. \"It's just a hole… Is it actually nice to look at?\" He understood liking Nicky’s vent, it was gorgeous and big. He even understood liking Lexi's vulva, since, while compact, it had a nice plumpness to it. But his cloaca was boring. He couldn’t wrap his mind around Lance liking it, other than for the obvious use as a warm hole to stick his dick in.\n\nHe nodded. “It's really nice. Like Lexi’s parts, but sideways and puckered like lips? I like it a lot.” He got closer, sniffing. He hoped it didn’t smell bad. That would be mortifying. But the thought of Lance enjoying it made him really excited, a warm buzz spreading out from his vent and— \n\nHis opening flexed suddenly, winking outward with an audibly wet shlick. \n\nCharlie wanted to fly away from the embarrassment, but Lance only seemed more interested, leaning in to get a better look. \n\n“Wow, that’s hot,” he said, sniffing at his vent, the hole continuing its wet, pulsing action. Lance leaned in so close that if Charlie scooted forward he'd be flexing against Lance’s nose. “Can I touch it? Um, when it’s like that?”\n\nCharlie nodded quickly, eagerly. “Yes! You know when you're hard, right? It’s kinda like that, I mean, I think? So I really want you to touch it.”\n\nThe vulpix continued to stare, furthering the bubbly feelings in his tummy. “Where’s your butt in there?” he asked suddenly, before looking away for a moment. “Is it, like, off to the side? How does that even work when you, um, go?\"\n\nHe gave Lance a deadpan look. \"Do you [i]really[/i] want me to answer that?\"\n\nThe way Lance's ears splayed back made it difficult not to laugh. Even if he had been as nervous as Lance, the snowball’s nerves helped him feel more confident, just like it always did. Maybe he had a thing for seeing others squirm? Arceus, he hoped not. That would be a mean thing to get comforted by. \n\nLance seemed to decide that, no, he didn't want to know, as he shook his head. \"Nevermind!\" He stared with intense wonder at his quivering vent, as though that would reveal all its secrets. If only.\n\"I'm still curious where it is, though.\" \n\n\"I don't know,\" he admitted, \"but it's not in the middle. I feel it when, you know, but it's not really something I pay attention to. Don’t think too much about it, the right hole is easy to find. Heck, when I put my…\" He trailed off, realizing he never mentioned his whole 'beak fucking' session. Well, no time like the present. \"When I put my beak in there, it goes straight into my v-vagina.\"\n\n\"That's how you masturbate?\" Lance asked, tilting his head. He didn’t sound judgemental. More, awed? \"Can I see that sometime? It sounds… hot.\"\n\nHeart racing, he licked his beak and tried to act cool as he said, “Sure. But can you touch me now? I’m getting really excited.”\n\n“Oh, right. I still can’t believe I’m about to touch[b] [/b]you [i]there.[/i]” Lance reached a forepaw out and pressed it against his winking vent, making Charlie gasp at the intensely pleasurable jolt that shot through his loins. It was incredible. Way better than when he touched himself. He curled his talons, unable to understand why a little touch felt so good. Even if Lance didn‘t move at all, the touch could probably still make him cum, the sensation of his vent [i]pulsing [/i]against Lance’s soft pads doing all the work for the both of them. \n\n“You have—oh, gosh—no idea how great this feels.” He squeezed his eyes shut and clacked his beak, trying to overcome the sensation and relax. But it was futile. Especially when Lance started to move his paw around with squishy little motions, doubling the pleasure in an instant. “Mhmmm, right there, don’t stop!”\n\n“I’m— but I’m barely doing anything!” Lance protested, almost whining. Said confusion didn’t change the fact he was getting close. The pressure built, rising higher and higher, his winking vent suckling at Lance’s paw like he imagined he would a male fletchinder’s cloaca. “You’re not messing with me, are you? Because it’s not very funn—wow, what are you doing? Wow! It's like your cloaca is trying to eat my paw! Please tell me that’s normal!” \n\n“Very normal!” Charlie managed to choke out, flexing his talons and fluttering his wings as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm him. He felt his own body draw Lance’s paw deeper, squeezing him harder, his sensitive lips suckling up to the vulpix’s wrist, the fuzzy fur sliding along his walls only adding to the experience. The comparison to being eaten would have been funny if it hadn’t felt so accurate. “You’re going to make me— oh, I’m— hnnnn!”\n\nThe pulsing reached a crescendo, and then ceased abruptly, his vent clamping down one last time as pleasure threatened to overwhelm his senses. Then it just… exploded, and so too did his cloaca.\n\nHe saw a universe of stars as he orgasmed around Lance’s paw. His body suckled and gripped it, refusing to let go. It made him feel so full, so complete. Just having something in there, in his vagina, something to squeeze around. So much like his beak, but better, because it was a part of his boyfriend. Was this what his penis will be like? Would it feel just as wonderful to squeeze? \n\nLance stood there silently for a few seconds, before whispering, “Are you cumming? I thought— I thought it was boys who were supposed to finish quickly…”\n\n“Maybe I am a boy then,” Charlie said without any heat, just enjoying the pleasure still rocking his world. He waited a few more seconds for the pleasure to eb away before adding, “But we could test that later. See who cums first when you push inside me. Mhm, your paw feels good. Flex your toes a little, please.” He did so, sending more jolts through him and extending the pleasure for a bit longer. “Yeah, just like that…”\n\n“This is really hot… C-can I go deeper?” Lance sounded nervous, but excited. “If I can push deep enough, then maybe [i]it[/i] would fit. You know.”\n\nAt this point, anything touching his girly bits sounded great. “Go for it. Heh, maybe you’ll touch my next egg.” He blinked, reconsidering his words. That... that would probably kill him. “Don’t actually do that. I’m joking.”\n\n“Yeah, no worries.” Lance didn’t waste much time before starting to push his paw deeper, making Charlie grunt with the strange pressure. It felt incredibly weird, and while it didn’t hurt, it was a near thing. Lance paused when half his foreleg was in. “Is this okay? What does it feel like?”\n\n“It feels really weird,” he said honestly. Not that he had any reason to lie. He squirmed in place, accidentally clenching Lance’s foreleg in the process. It was still pleasurable, but it wasn’t nearly enough to cum again after being satisfied by the first. “Kinda hard to pretend I’m not a girl with your foreleg inside me, you know?”\n\n“Oh, sorry,” Lance said as he wiggled his toes, which absolutely was not helping him ignore the fact that his boyfriend was spelunking his vagina. He felt the pressure and fullness, the experience of having someone else’s body [i]inside[/i] his own making him think about some pressing issues. Nothing could remind him more of his femininity than this, save egg laying itself. But it didn’t feel wrong, exactly. Perhaps it even felt right.\n\nVertigo took hold as he wrestled with a decision, an exciting, terrifying decision. Would Lance be okay with calling him a she? Did he even want to be called a she? Maybe it could be a temporary thing, trying it out, like Lexi said. But he didn’t want to make it weird—\n\n“H-hey, you alright?” Lance said, breaking him out of his thoughts. “It doesn’t hurt, does it? Should I stop?”\n\nUnable to muster up the courage to say what he was thinking, Charlie sighed and said, “It is starting to ache a little.” It wasn’t even a lie. The longer Lance kept his foreleg snugly within his insides, the more his poor vent felt like an egg was being shoved the wrong way, which, amusingly enough, wasn’t nearly as bad as the alternative. \n\n\"Oh, jeez, sorry!\" He winced as Lance yanked back, and he watched with increasingly ruffled feathers as his winking vent seemed to evert, an angry red ring that clung firmly to Lance's paw. More and more of his insides became outsides, to the point where he was about to tell him to stop when suddenly Lance’s paw was freed with a strangely satisfying plop. His hole throbbed, and remained gaped for a full two seconds, revealing a deep pink, the cool air tickling the edges of his reddened vent. Before he could get worried that Lance broke his cloaca or something, his muscles grew taut, and everything suddenly sucked back in. His sore vent trembled for a moment, then began pulsing all over again, clenching on nothing just as normal. \n\n\"That felt so weird,\" Charlie whined as he remained sprawled out on his back, staring down at his soaked vent. The edges were tinted red. \"Okay, that is definitely not supposed to be red like that. Maybe we should take a break.\"\n\n“A break sounds good,\" Lance agreed, before nuzzling him, a gesture he greatly appreciated and returned with a happy sigh. \"Sorry… I didn't think it would hurt.\"\n\n\"It's not [i]that [/i]bad,\" he reassured him, standing up and squeezing his legs together. His vent ached quite a bit, actually, beginning to throb in time with his heartbeat. It was flexing a little, too, each spasm sending another jolt through him. \"But I don’t think sticking your paw so deep in me was a good idea. Even if it felt [i]amazing [/i]at first.”\n\nHe looked disappointed by that, but he didn’t complain, which had his heart soaring for the adorable fluffball. “You're up for kissing, though, right?”\n\nCharlie giggled, and stepped forward to peck his snoot. “As fun as kissing is,” he said, nuzzling his cheek, “I want to cuddle too. So, get on your back and let me flop onto you!”\n\n\"But I'm, um, you know.\" He lifted a hind leg, showing off his extremely rigid erection. The sight was appealing, but his vent still throbbed and he didn't want to get too excited. \"It'll poke you.\"\n\n\"I already knew you had a boner, dude,\" Charlie said, rolling his eyes. \"I don't care if touches me; I sucked you off, remember? I'm way past caring. Besides, it's kinda cute, all blue and sticking out of your sheath like an icicle. Your knot doesn't come out unless you're cumming, right?\"\n\n\"Yeah.\" He was grinning from ear to ear, which was super adorable. \"You really think it's cute?\"\n\n\"The cutest! I could just swallow it up.\"\n\nLance’s penis jumped at that. \"You're making it hard not to ask to mate with you,\" he whined, though there was a joking trill to his voice that showed he was only half-serious.\n\n\"We'll see what happens when we're cuddling,\" Charlie promised, surprising himself at how enticing the thought was. It was like a fire had started in his belly and refused to go out, or a roaring beast had taken up refuge and demanded to be fed. \"Roll over so I can flop onto you.\"\n\nLance obeyed without a moment’s hesitation, getting onto his back like an excited kit, his little blue taper standing at attention. For an instant, Charlie was tempted to sit on it, put it in him. But he really did want to cuddle, allowing his poor vent [i]some[/i] time to recover. Swallowing Lance’s cock definitely wouldn't be cuddling. \n\nBut that didn’t mean he couldn't tease the poor vulpix. \n\nWith Lance right where he wanted him, sprawled out on his back all adorably, Charlie wasted no time and leapt, laughing as he spread his wings and enveloped Lance with them, to his weak protests.\n\n\"Hey there,\" he teased, gazing into the bright blue eyes of his boyfriend. Something hard throbbed sideways against his vent. \"You're poking me, you know that?\"\n\n\"S-sorry.\"\n\n\"Hey, I didn’t say it was a bad thing. Can you, um, feel it winking? I’m a little excited.\"\n\nIf possible, Lance looked even more embarrassed. \"Y-yes,\" he squeaked. The look on his face only grew more overwhelmed after a particularly powerful flex. He had thought his vent was too sore to be aroused, apparently he was wrong. \n\nThey stayed like that for a while, just enjoying the intimate contact. Chest to chest, beak to muzzle, the exciting touch of their distinct sexes, rubbing and grinding wetly. He cooed and snuggled closer, fur and feathers intermingling, enjoying the way Lance’s tails draped across his back. Charlie also focused on the feeling of Lance’s penis. It stood proud, firm, poking his vent sideways, getting his tail feathers all sticky. He didn’t mind. It definitely felt odd, maybe even a little funny, but more so it was thrilling, knowing just how excited Lance was. He only had to say the word and Lance would try to mate with him. Would mate with him.\n\nThe idea sent pleasant shivers down his spine. He wondered what it would feel like. Preferably good, but he couldn’t discount the possibility of it being painful. Of having something so big, so [i]male,[/i] shoved up his vent, stretching his girl parts in ways they’d never been stretched before, ruining him. \n\nHe shook his head at that silly idea. This wouldn't be the first time; Lance’s foreleg had stretched him not even a few minutes ago, but ignoring that, he had laid an egg. Neither of which ruined him. The egg definitely hurt, the foreleg… not so much. A little sore, perhaps, nothing more. In fact, it already felt better. \n\nVent starting to flex more powerfully, more urgently against Lance’s equally twitchy sex, Charlie couldn’t hold back his desires any longer, and whispered, “Do you… want to try it?”\n\nLance whined at the suggestion. “Very much. Your spade is so warm…”\n\nHe had to laugh at that. “Not a spade, silly.”\n\n“Oh, yeah. It’s, um, your vent, right?”\n\n“Yep,” he confirmed, giggling at Lance’s thoughtful expression. “But if I did have what vulpix girls have, I’d probably feel more like a boy than I do now, you know? Since then I’d have something sticking out. It’s sorta funny, if you think about it, how even if I was a boy fletchinder I’d look more like a girl than your sisters. Don’t you find that weird? Your sisters and mom have a [i]thing[/i], just like your sheath. Sticking out all the time.”\n\n“I never thought of it like that.” He tilted his head. “Yeah, it is a little weird, but I like it, you know? I’ve never told anyone this, but I’ve always wanted to suck on one, like a blowjob, even though they’re girls.” Charlie couldn’t help giggling at the doopy grin spreading across Lance’s face. “There’s this one ninetales lady, friend of my mom, and her spade is very thick and stuff, a [i]lot[/i] bigger than my mom’s or sisters’. Sometimes I like to stare at her butt and fantasize, you know? Imagine how it might feel between my cheeks.”\n \n“My favorite thing about this story,” Charlie began with a smirk, “is how you just told your girlfriend you’ve been staring at other pokemon.” \n\n“I-I didn’t mean it like— I just— you know what I—”\n\n“Dude, relax!” he said, laughing at the panicked look on his face. “I’m kidding! You forget I’m also into girls still. I totally get it: I’d also want to lick a ninetales' spade if we weren’t together. Hey, maybe we could talk about how great they are? I'm down for that. Some other time, I mean. Right now there’s only one girl you should be paying attention to.” He fluttered his eyelashes at him.\n\n“I…” A weird expression twisted across Lance’s face, like he was struggling with something. He settled on a heavy blush. “You just called yourself my girlfriend, and yourself a girl.”\n\nTime froze. “I did?” he asked, something warm igniting in his chest at the concept. “Oh. I guess I did. Huh. Is that okay? I kind of like the idea.” \n\n“What do you mean?”\n\nNow it was his turn to get all flustered. The feelings going through his belly were difficult to quantify. Not even having a literal leg halfway up his cloaca only a minute ago could compete with the nerves suddenly eating away at his insides. Lexi had suggested this, kind of, and while he’d been trying not to think about it, it was a good idea. That little slip up might have been a blessing in disguise. It sounded right.\n\nVertigo took hold as he wrestled with the decision, this exciting, terrifying decision. “I… I like the idea,” he managed to say, barely able to get the words out without choking on his emotions. “Really like it. Being a girl. At least to try it out? Just for tonight? I think mating for the first time will be better this way.”\n\nLance gasped, and his penis seemed to jump against his—no, [i]her[/i] vent. “Mating? You sure? I can put it in? Oh my gosh, are you really, really sure? Your parts don't hurt anymore?”\n\nLeave it up to Lance to be more excited about sex than the overwhelming and emotional gender issue she was going through. Not like she could blame him: she was excited to try it, too. But as much as she wanted to let him slide in, even if just the tip, she had to figure this whole thing out first. Getting him on board was crucial. \n\n“Only if you’re careful,” she warned, making sure to put some threat into her voice. “A-and only if you think of me as a girl for the rest of the night? Not just my body, but [i]me[/i]. Your girlfriend, not your boyfriend. Can you do that?” \n\n\"I can do that,\" Lance said, his tone a mix of uncertainty and excitement. She didn't know what to make of it. \"So can I... say things like you're the prettiest girlfriend I've ever had?\"\n\nCharlie swooned, unable to believe this was really happening. Somehow, she managed to push through those emotions as she joked, \"I'm the only girlfriend you've ever had. But yes, exactly like that. Trust me, it's weirder for me than it is for you.\"\n\n\"I believe it,\" he said. \"It's still weird for me. But I kinda already sorta think of you as a girl? It's really hard not to.\"\n\nCharlie clacked her beak gently. \"I figured, but that's okay because I've been thinking of myself as a girl, too. Especially right now, when, you know.\" To make her point, she used her position on top to roll her hips, grinding her wet sideways cleft against the side of his shaft. Lance let out a little moan, with her following his example soon after, feathers getting all ruffled. \"I can’t believe we're going to do this… Before Lexi left, I wasn't planning on doing more than getting licked by you, you know? Now we’re skipping that and going straight to [i]this[/i]. It’s a little intimidating.”\n\n“If you're not up to this, I can still lick you instead?” he offered hesitantly, sounding like that was the furthest thing from his mind right now. “But I reeeeally want to put it in right now. You have no idea. I just keep imagining how warm and tight you'll be.”\n\n“And you have no idea how badly I want to feel you squirting inside me,” she countered in a single breath. Her heart rate spiked, pounding like the first time she went hunting by herself. “I think you could press yourself against my vent and squirt and I’d still be satisfied. Mhm, I wanna suck it all up.” Her cloaca wouldn't stop flexing. Rhythmic, powerful muscles squeezing over and over, instincts she wasn’t aware she had getting away from her. She never stopped grinding against him, stealing as much sensation as she could from this bizarre, thrilling moment with her boyfriend. “I'm gonna try staying on top, okay? You get kinda rough when you're about to finish, remember?”\n\nLance's ears fell. \"Hey, that was one time…\"\n\n\"Also our only time,\" she teased. Shaking her head after getting lost in his sky blue eyes, she added, \"Don't worry about losing control. I'll take care of both of us.\" \n\nExcitement brewing, Charlie leaned in and nuzzled Lance as she shifted forward, blindly trying to line up their vastly distinct sexes. She felt his tip smush against her feathery butt, sliding across moist, winking flesh, the reality of the situation riling her up unlike anything else. This was happening. She was going to lose her virginity to her best friend, her boyfriend, the best vulpix in the world. Her belly churned with liquid fire, a heat that spread to the tips of her wings and penetrated the innermost depths of her loins, invigorating her with nervous anticipation. \n\nWhen she finally caught his taper on the upper lip of her vent, it sent sparks down her spine, her tail feathers fanning out due to the excitement. She took that as her cue to lower herself, putting pressure on his strange, wonderfully [i]male[/i] organ, feeling it threaten to pop inside. Until, with a sudden, messy schlorp that she felt more than heard, it did. \n\nCharlie keened softly, the delightful stretch of being penetrated by a penis for the first time in her life overwhelming for a little fletchinder like her. He was in. Actually, truly in. Even if it was just the tip, she hadn’t expected to go this far today, hadn’t even dreamed of it, but now that it was happening, now that her boyfriend was entering her, she wouldn’t have had it any other way.\n\nBut as she tried to take him in fully, disaster struck: he popped out, his penis deflecting to the side and making them both whine at the sudden loss of sensation. “Dang it,” she grumbled as his tip poked at her tail feathers, “let me just—” \n\nCharlie shifted impatiently, her belly roaring with need and desire, the urge to get him in overpowering any other thought. Every poke against her vent as she tried lining them up stole her breath away, making it difficult to concentrate on just getting it in. Because if simply rubbing felt this good, she worried she’d finish before he could even have a chance of enjoying himself. Worse, her legs were already starting to shake, unused to supporting her body like this, and the thought of them buckling and impaling herself on Lance terrified—and aroused—her greatly. \n\nIt took a few tries to ‘catch’ him again. She cheered internally when it happened, when she felt her pulsing lips cradling his tapered tip. But just when she thought things were going well, he popped out, squirting pre out onto her feathers and leaving her just as frustratingly empty as before.\n\n“Why is this so difficult?!” she cried, dejected by her failures to make this work. “I have a hole, you can fill that hole. It should be simple!” \n\nThe fact they were different species never crossed her mind. \n\n“Maybe if I’m on top?” he suggested. “The angle is wrong, I think, because I can feel myself, uh, bending a little before popping out. Like there’s no room, even though we both know that’s not true.” He cracked a smile at that, making the fluttering in her belly grow even stronger. “I’ll be careful, promise!” \n\n“It’s not… I trust you, I just… I don’t know.” She looked down at their connection, his penis having slipped to her front, pointing up at her face. Fluid oozed from the tube-like tip, the sight of which caused her to fluff up eagerly, her vent winking even faster. “If you really think that would make this easier, we can try it. B-but I’ll make this work next time! Now, let me get on my back, and— eep!”\n\nWithout warning, and with casual ease, Lance rolled her over onto her back, planting his paws on either side of her head. Suddenly she felt small, vulnerable, as though he could do anything to her and nothing she did would stop him. Hnnn, why am I [i]so turned on right now?[/i]\n\n“Sorry,” he said with a grin, not sounding very sorry at all, his cool breath washing over her face and making her poor stomach do backflips. “But I couldn’t help it! I’ve always wanted to do this, and I just— tell me when I can put it in, I really want to put it in… I’m gonna put it in.” \n\nHe growled the last few words, the uncharacteristic confidence in his voice only matched by the firmness of his length. It throbbed against her opening, threateningly, one thrust away from sinking deep into her technically incompatible tunnel. He was in control, and they both knew it. \n\n“Someone’s pent up,” she tried to joke, but her voice sounded weak to her ears. She still couldn’t wrap her mind around what they were doing. She felt small, helpless, and completely, unbelievably horny. “Go ahead, but [i]please[/i] go slow, and [i]please[/i], [i]please, please[/i], be careful. No matter how good it feels. Promise?”\n\nShe knew her nerves were getting the better of her, that he probably didn’t need to be reminded like this, but she couldn’t help it! Someone was about to stick an actual penis inside her, [i]without[/i] her being in control. It was more than a little intimidating. \n\n“Promise.“ That said, Lanced pushed forward confidently, only for said confidence to falter as his penis missed the mark so completely it ended up tickling her tail feathers. Pulling back, he tried again, and while he did manage to squish against the thick rim of her uppermost lip, he didn’t quite hit the mark, ending up wasting pre-cum all over her feathers. Suddenly, she didn’t feel so small anymore. \n\nMaybe it wasn’t the position after all.\n\n“Really, Lance?” she couldn’t help but tease. “I thought you could make this work if you’re on top!”\n\n“I-I’m trying!” he whined, unable to look Charlie in the eye as he tried, and failed, to penetrate her. “It’s harder than I thought!”\n\nJust when she was beginning to think she should try flipping them again, it happened. His tip caught on her bottom lip, but instead of being deflected, it got guided inwards, and with a sharp jerk of his hips and a loud moan, he was in, stretching her eagerly winking cloaca. The sudden penetration produced an embarrassingly sloppy squelch.\n\nA self-congratulatory growl escaped Lance’s chest at his achievement, but all Charlie could think about was how [i]deep [/i]he managed to bury himself on the first thrust. The pressure proved more intense than she expected. Not painful, she’d tell him immediately if it started to hurt, but intense in a similar manner to how his paw had been. It felt better, though, smoother and yet also somehow firmer, the perfect shape to scratch all her itches. \n\nLance managed to stuff her so full with that initial, smooth thrust that she swore she could feel his knot knocking on the entrance to her tunnel. She knew from their oral session his knot didn’t inflate until he was seconds from cumming, so it couldn’t have been that, but it was difficult to rationalize that with how big he felt. \n\nLance purred, a soft, gentle sound, eyes closed as he buried his muzzle into the fluffy feathers of her breast. Then he licked her, dragging his tongue across her feathers and surprising her into delighted giggles, her heart racing all the quicker at how intimate their first time was growing to be. It felt electric, in a good way.\n\nLance groomed her as he held himself still, either unable or unwilling to go deeper, but that was fine. She didn’t need much. Taking this slow was for the best. Each passing moment was a heartbeat closer to the inevitable climax, and she welcomed that tension to finish building. She’d finish first, she knew she would, because of course she would. How could she not? She was on a feather trigger on the best of days, so when something felt [i]this[/i] phenomenal[i], [/i]this unique, was it any wonder she had doubts she’d last?\n\n“What’s it like inside me?” she asked softly, genuinely curious, but also wondering if he was as close as she was. “Is it good? You feel great, but I can’t really imagine what it feels like on your end.”\n\nHe looked up from his position on her chest, his tongue peeking out from his muzzle with a strand of saliva connecting to a very obvious damp spot from where he was licking. “You feel [i]perfect. [/i]Just, oh gosh, Charlie, this feels so much better than I thought it would feel! You’re warm, tight, and just so squishy… Mhm…” He inhaled eagerly, taking in her scent and unleashing an overdramatic whine. Did she really smell that good to him? “Better than you beak. Can I— can I go deeper? I want to go deeper… I’m soooo close...”\n\nShe squeezed him urgently at that admission, making them both moan. She wanted to feel it when he finished, to be filled, to experience the [i]good[/i] side of being female, to forget about laying eggs. This was what she was born for, even if the details were somewhat blurred by the species difference. \n\n“I’m close, too. Maybe we’ll cum together… I hope we cum together.” She curled her talons, one accidentally brushing along Lance’s right hind thigh, but he didn’t seem too bothered. His fur was too thick for her talons to pierce the skin. Her fluffy boy. “And yeah, you can go deeper. Go as deep as you’d like, okay? It doesn’t hurt, so…”\n\nThat seemed to be what the vulpix was waiting to hear. The instant the words left her beak, Lance jerked his hips and buried himself to the root. She curled her talons and spread her wings as far as they could go, squeaking at the suddenness of being [i]filled[/i]. It was a little much, almost too much, but the sheer bliss in Lance's eyes as he claimed her, his expression awed as his balls and her quivering cloaca kissed, made any initial discomfort worth it. Besides, it quickly began to feel [i]amazing[/i], similar to how his leg and paw had felt, but the smooth, throbbing firmness of an actual [i]cock[/i] had that beat, no question.\n\n\"I-I'm all the way inside you…\" Lance exhaled visible ice crystals as he spoke, the cold mist evaporating into steam before it could reach her beak. \"Oh, Charlie, I'm actually inside a vagina! Your vagina. I— You have no idea how good you feel.\" He licked her again. \"I don't want to move... I mean, I really do want to move, but… can we just stay like this? I'm not going to last very long otherwise.\"\n\nThat admission had her heart pounding. She felt that good for him? Just the thought of what he might be feeling, what her [i]body[/i] did for him, was amazing, building the tension rapidly as the seconds ticked by. Warmth and pressure, like a bright hot flame begging to be unleashed. She never wanted to let him go now. Never. \n\n\"You can cum in me whenever you'd like,\" Charlie assured him, looking up into his eyes with affection blooming throughout her body. Her insides squeezed again, making Lance gasp, his expression twisting into an adorable 'o'. \"You're very cute when I squeeze, you know that?\"\n\n\"G-get used to it,\" he managed to say through a gasp, \"because you're squeezing a bunch… Is that on purpose?\"\n\n\"No, I don't have much control over these muscles. I'm just—hnnn—really close. What about you? You're twitching a lot, is that— are you getting bigger? Is that your knot?\"\n\nLance's ears fell. \"S-sorry, I'm trying to hold it back, but I'm… I don't think I can last. Should I pull out? Or try to put it in yours, uh… what you said earlier?\" He whined a little. \"I don't want to pull out…\"\n\nWhy'd she want him to pull out again? Her reasons felt so small, now that they were connected like this. She didn't want him [i]anywhere[/i] else but her vagina. “No, stay in. Didn't I say you can cum whenever? So let's just cuddle and cum together, okay?\"\n\nCharlie couldn't imagine what this felt like for Lance, but she very much knew what it felt like for [i]her[/i]. As much as she didn’t enjoy the comparison, it was like an egg was coming, stretching her poor vent, only without any of the agonizing contractions. Because, looking back, it had been her body that made that experience horrible, not the egg. How was that fair? The memory was hazy, like it had happened to someone else, that the pokemon who laid an egg wasn’t actually Charlie, but some other poor egg-layer. \n\nShe grunted as the tightness at her entrance increased, rapidly ballooning into something that, under the overwhelming arousal and hormones, sort of scared her. It was a baffling experience. Knowing It was just his knot didn’t make it any less anxiety-inducing. Was this safe? Would it hurt? What if they got stuck? What if—\n\nLance whimpered suddenly, and held himself perfectly still, as deep as he could, pleasure washing over his face as his knot expanded to its full size, locking them together. The feeling took her breath away, and before the twitching even began, she knew he was cumming. His expression scrunched up in a look of almost stunned surprise as he ejaculated. At first, she couldn’t feel anything beyond the obvious pumping happening deep inside, but eventually a new kind of pressure made itself known, along with a slick heat that sent her arousal skyrocketing. \n\n“Oh geez, you’re actually cumming inside me,” she said with wonder, struggling to wrap her mind around it. “O-oh, that's warmer than I expected…\"\n\n“Mhm…” was all Lance said. She couldn’t blame him, as pleasure deep within her own underbelly rushed forth, seeing the delight in his face, even with his eyelids squeezed shut, enough to push her over the edge. \n\nShe was more than happy to join her boyfriend in his orgasm, and made that crystal clear when she nuzzled him firmly, sliding her beak across his muzzle, one side then the other, losing herself to that rhythmic clenching she so gloriously needed. Tensions unraveling, she felt as light as a feather, neither saying a word as their bodies throbbed and clenched and gushed together. She could feel herself squeezing him, noticed each and every contraction with stunning detail, her vagina and cloaca alike hungrily milking him like a vulpix kit suckiling their mother's teat. \n\nLance seemed out of it. He looked straight ahead, eyes open again, albeit distant and glazed, a doopy grin slapped on his muzzle that told her just how great this was for him. It was difficult to focus on him when her crotch kept bursting with pleasure, but with willpower she didn't realize she had, Charlie managed to lean forward and nudge his lips with her beak. That broke Lance out of his stupor long enough to catch her eye, then press his muzzle to her beak, initiating the kiss she had been wordlessly asking for, taking the tip of her beak into his maw and suckling it in an interesting inverse of what was happening under her tail feathers. \n\nThey didn't kiss like this often. It always felt a little awkward to her. This time she embraced it, parting her beak and slipping her tongue into his mouth, letting his unique flavor wash over her taste buds. While his tongue was larger and thicker, her's was lengthy and more prehensile, giving her tremendous control to easily assert dominance over Lance. \n\nThey passionately embraced, in body, mind, and soul, tongues wrestling and everything else connected, enjoying this wonderful moment for as long as it would last. But for Charlie, that wouldn’t be long at all; her orgasm ebbed away within seconds, leaving as swiftly as it began, like a wave that hit hard and receded even faster. And like a wave, it built again, the throbbing girth of Lance’s knot and twitching penis alike providing her with the exact stimulation she needed to be sent over the edge all over again. \n\nAnd sent over the edge she was.\n\nCharlie hadn't even fully realized her first orgasm was over before the next one crashed into her. Her cloaca collapsed around Lance, so hard that it even earned her a squeak from the still-cumming vulpix. He pulled away from the kiss with a gasp. \"C-charlie, is that—are you—again?\"\n\n\"Mhmmm,\" she answered after a moment's pause, gazing up at Lance with unfocused eyes. Because what else could she do? She was trapped in a constant cycle of pleasure, just like that time she mated with her own beak. Only now she was sharing it with another.\n\nThey stayed like that for what felt like eternity, but was likely only five minutes, simply enjoying the carnal delights of being knotted. She was glad he didn't end up thrusting. This was a gentler sensation, stroking all her nerves at once. Even if it would very probably leave her sore tomorrow, she was glad she tried this at least once. \n\n[i]Though[/i], she thought while squirming a little, [i]it is starting to get uncomfortable. [/i]It was like there was this pressure building within her vent. And as the frequency and intensity of her orgasms wound down, it grew increasingly difficult to ignore, the stretch that was initially fantastic beginning to feel… not so great. \n\nSo once her most recent orgasm finished, Charlie said, \"Hey, can you pull out now? It's… starting to feel weird. Kinda bloated? Just how much [i]stuff[/i] do you make?\"\n\nHe looked at her funny, like he was confused by her question. \"Uhh, I [i]can't[/i] pull out. We're knotted, it's… you're squeezing, I… unless you stop squeezing, we're stuck like this for a while.\"\n\n\"But we're already been stuck for a while,\" she countered. \"Can't you just pull out? Like you did when you got stuck in my beak?\"\n\n\"I just told you— um, no, I'm [i]really[/i] stuck. Your beak wasn’t nearly this tight, it’s squeezing me perfectly. It doesn't hurt, does it?\"\n\nShe shook her head. \"N-no, but it's getting weird. I think I can feel you squirting? And, uh, it's kinda filling me up, I think? If we’re stuck like this, could you at least wiggle a bit? I think I'll cum again.\" She looked away, clicking her beak. It felt weird to be asking him to help her cum again, even though it shouldn't. They were locked together by the junk, how can anything be more embarrassing than that?\n\n\"Okay, that's fair. I'm still cumming, technically, so I wouldn't want you to feel left out.\" He looked at her fondly, but then his eyes widened. \"Oh! I just realized what you meant. I can feel the pressure, too! I didn't know I could squirt this much. Do you— do you think it's making it to your egg? That's… why is that so hot?\"\n\nNow that Lance brought it up, It was sorta hot for her, too. Would his ejaculation reach her developing egg? Even if they could have...babies, surely her egg was too far along to be fertilized, right? B[i]ut what if it was fertilized? What if he bred me? What if I didn't have to go through that pain for nothing?[/i]\n\nHer insides spasmed, and she reeled with the realization that the idea of being [i]bred[/i] was enticing. [i]I’m female. [/i]Her talons clenched. [i]I'm breedable.[/i] Her beak parted. [i]I’m fertile. [/i]\n\nFeeling her peak only moments away, Charlie stared into Lance's eyes and begged, \"T-tell me you're breeding me! Tell me how good it feels to squirt inside me, to fertilize my eggs, to give me your babies… I’m sooo close, please!\"\n\nLance looked unsure, but her words seemed to reach something in him as he leaned down next to her head. \"I'm squirting inside you,” he whispered breathily. “I'm filling you up. I’m breeding you like the vixen in heat you are. Oh, Charlie, I’m mating with you and I love it and I don’t want it to stop.\" \n\nHis words devolved into a whine, but despite the cheesiest of his words, how silly he sounded, and the fact what he said shouldn’t have been hot, for just a moment Lance was the sexiest he’d ever been. Her vision swam with a universe of stars, and she swore she almost fainted as her orgasm hit with all the subtlety of a lapras on land. \n\nShe stared into Lance’s eyes as she came on him, as she squeezed and milked the vulpix for everything he was worth. Feathers fluffing out, she couldn’t stop squirming squirmed, as though trying to escape the pleasure. \n\n“Mhmmm, that was so hot.” She probably didn't have to say that, with how obvious it was with how hard she was cumming, but she liked to say it, she liked the communication. It made this crazy moment feel all the more real. \n\n\"Is that… is what I said really that sexy?” Lance asked, his own words strained by pleasure. She imagined it must feel good being inside someone who was clenching as much as her. “But we can't really have— I mean, we're too young! What would my mom think?!\"\n\nShe laughed despite, or perhaps because of, his seriousness. \"I don't actually want to have babies, dude!\" She flinched internally: now she was talking like Lexi. \"It's just, hot to pretend, you know? Doesn't the thought of all that [i]stuff[/i] you're squirting into me going to use sound exciting? I can feel it, so deep… all that potential, mhm…\"\n\nLance swallowed hard. She swore she felt him jerk even harder inside her. \"Yeah, okay, that does sound hot. How deep do you think I am, anyway? Maybe I'm squirting straight into your, uh, whatever that place is called? That sounds nice.\"\n\n\"Oviduct,\" she corrected, \"is what my dad told me was in there. He also said you guys have wombs, I guess? The girls, obviously. What I have is sorta the same thing, just that it makes eggs every freaking season cycle, apparently. Which is stupid.” The pleasure dwindled as she was talking, her vent fluttering with aftershocks but no real orgasmic pleasure. “Speaking of stupid, my orgasm is done. Again. How come yours lasts so long? That's so not fair.\"\n\nHe gave her an apologetic smile. \"Sorry! If it helps, it doesn't really feel as good right now, you know? The beginning is [i]amazing[/i], but now it just feels comfortable and relaxing and a little like I’m peeing in spurts.\"\n\nShe cocked her head. \"So it feels like you're peeing in me? You know I can’t relate to that, right?” \n\n“Right, sorry.” Lance shuffled his legs and scooted his chest up, sliding his fluffy fur along her breast, muzzle close to her beak. The shift tugged on their tie a little, which sent a burst of sensation through her. Not nearly enough to send her over the edge again, but it was something. “I don’t know how else to describe it.”\n\n“It’s okay, knowing you like it is enough.” She craned her neck to stare at their connection, watching as the puffy rim of her cloaca continued to flex around what was seemingly a thin and fleshy blue rod. But she knew that was only the root of his penis, that the real girth was trapped inside, stretching her as he pumped her full of seed. “Wow, we actually had sex, didn’t we? Like, you’re actually inside me, actually [i]inside[/i] my body! I can feel you! In there! This is so crazy.”\n\n“I know, right? I’m deep too. Your everything keeps squeezing me. Um, do you mind if I turn around?” He grinned sheepishly at her. “As great as this is, vulpix need to, uh, twist around to relieve the pressure. My parents told me about that. I didn’t think about it before, but I think they’re right. I feel weird not doing it. A little sore, and I’m all anxious. It’s really soft inside you, but… you know?”\n\n“That’s okay, you can turn around. I don’t get it, but if you need to do it?”\n\nLance licked her cheek before swiveling around, one paw after the other. She exhaled suddenly when he started to twist his knot, sliding across her insides in all the best ways. It earned him another few squeezes. His butt was in her face once he finished, and he didn’t bother lowering his tails, giving her a grand view of his fuzzy balls and the still-twitching pucker directly above. Each squeeze of his anus preceded the pulses of cum within her vent, the squirts never ceasing, his penis always throbbing, even minutes after his orgasm.\n\n“Ahhh, there we go,” he said once he was fully facing the other direction. It didn’t look that comfortable to her, but what did she know? “Arceus, this feels weird. Satisfying, though. I could get used to doing this.”\n\nShe opened her beak to reply— \n\n“Hey! I’m back! Oooh, I see you two had fun.”\n\nStartled, Charlie instinctively yanked away from Lance, but so too did the vulpix, resulting in a sensation not too unlike having her cloaca torn apart. She squawked at the sudden jab of pain, while Lance cried out as though he’d be burned, and for the first time she understood just how stuck they truly were. \n\nOnce she recovered from the unexpected agony, Charlie focused a glare so intense at Lexi that the weavile actually took a step back. “We’re BUSY!” she yelled, “Get out!”\n\n“O-oh, hehe, my bad. Didn’t mean to startle you guys. But hey, my plan worked better than expected! Look at you two go! Yay.” Lexi stared at the two of them for a few more seconds, grinning like an idiot. But another, more angry, squawk sent the weavile rushing out of the room. Then her head peeked out from around the corner, though she thankfully covered her eyes with her claws as she added, “Sorry! Guess you lovebirds want some privacy, huh? Just came in to say that your dad is home, and we caught an old sawsbuck for dinner. Was a bunch of fun, hunting with your dad. He’s really good! I barely kept up. I’ll just… go make something up about what you two are doing. Like, I’ll say you’re kissing or something, so have fun!”\n\n“W-wait, don’t tell him that!” Charlie called out, but Lexi was already off, cackling on her way down the tunnel. Her wings drooped. “Oh no. I don’t want Dad to think we’ve been kissing all night…”\n\n“I mean, wouldn’t it be worse if he thinks we’re mating?” Lance chose that time to squirt extra hard into her. He looked over his back with a dopey grin. “Ha! See what I mean? Better he thinks I’m swallowing your beak than you’re swallowing my penis.”\n\nDespite herself, Charlie snorted. “Good point. Jeez, could you even imagine if it was him who walked in on us? Like, he’d see your knot IN me. I’d never live it down. At least it was only Lexi… though, she’d probably have watched if I didn’t kick her out. Weirdo.”\n\n“Hehe, yeah,” he agreed. “This feels private, just the two of us. But I think she’s lonely, which I can sort of understand.” \n\n“Do you really think Lexi’s lonely?” she said. She hummed thoughtfully. “I never considered that. Maybe she could get with your older brother? He seems to like her.\"\n\n\"Ugh, he likes [i]anyone[/i]. And Lexi finds him annoying, remember? I don't even want to think of them getting together.\"\n\n\"Come on, it would be funny!\" She said, laughing. \"Make her less horny, too. I think? Hang on, can weavile and vulpix have children?\"\n\n\"Now that's a nightmare!\" he said with exaggerated horror. \"Lexi, a mother. Those poor sneasel.\"\n\n\"I think she'd be good at it,\" she defended. \"She's good with your little sister, barely says anything lewd around her. Maybe having kids would force her to reign herself in? Be less, uh, pervy?\"\n\nLance snorted, then started laughing, each chuckle felt deep within her vent as a throbbing jerk. It was a strangely erotic sensation. \"Oooor her kids will be more curious and shameless than Sasha. One slip up and my little sister won't stop bothering [i]everyone[/i] about what sex is.\"\n\n\"Ouch.\" Charlie winced. \"That must be awkward. Did your mom give her the talk?\"\n\n\"She did, I think, didn't help though. Made her more shamelessly curious if anything. No concept of personal space. Let's not talk about Sasha anymore, it's weird when I'm squirting. I [i]really[/i] don't want to think of any of my sisters while we're tied.\"\n\nShe nodded in understanding. \"Okay. Also, uh, can I be a boy again? I'm satisfied, now I just want to talk with you as we usually do. Are you okay with that? Me \"\n\n\"It's up to you,\" Lance said. \"Buuut, it'll be hard to think of you as a guy while I'm squirting in your vagina. I’ll try though.\"\n\nHe had a plan for that. \"That's easy, just pretend you knotted my tailhole, and that we're both super gay.\" Lance choked, leaving him to trill with laughter. \"Mhm, you feel amazing in my [i]butt[/i]. Didn't realize how much you wanted to fuck my ass, dude!\" \n\n\"C-charlie!\" Lance gasped, ears flattened against his head. \"It's [i]sooo[/i] weird to hear you talking like Lexi.\"\n\n\"Kinda fun, though.\" Charlie shifted around, feeling sore lying on his belly in the same position. Especially when he couldn’t get away from Lance's iron grip. Or, maybe Charlie’s grip? He was squeezing a lot… \"Hey, if I relaxed, would you be able to pull out? I'm still a little tense.\"\n\n\"Maybe? When Mom gave me the talk, she said our females will, uh, grip my knot,\" he sounded incredibly flustered, \"kinda like a girl knot. It's also why we, er, they have spades, helps with the seal. You don't have that, so we probably could get out if you relaxed for a second? I don't want to though… not yet. Mhm…\"\n\n\"Can you at least twist around again?\" he asked. \"I know you said this feels better, but I want to cuddle. Please? Cuddle with your boyfriend?\"\n\nLance groaned, as though he really didn't want to, which sorta hurt, but then he rolled back around, twisting within him and generating intense friction despite how wet he was. Now facing him again, Lance scooted forward, jostling their tie, before collapsing next to him, placing his forelegs around him to drag him down too. \n\nThere they were, side-by-side, close as any two pokemon could be. \"There,\" he whispered to Lance. He snuggled close, wrapping a wing around Lance. \"Does this feel okay? It's not uncomfortable for your knot, is it?\"\n\n\"It actually feels pretty comfy.\" He licked him across the beak. \"You're really tight... your ass feels nice. What’s it like being such a gay bird?\"\n\nCharlie nearly burst into giggles. \"I was joking, but that’s kinda hot. Maybe next time we can try my butt for real. I want to pretend I'm male, like actually male when we do that. That you're my boyfriend who's super gay for me. And I’m super gay for you.\"\n\n\"I'm already super gay for you,\" Lance said with a grin. \"Squirting into my boyfriend’s butt, how much gayer could I get?\"\n\n\"Hnn, that's really hot too. You know, you haven't licked me yet. Wanna save that for next time? Maybe I can hump your face like you humped mine? Squirt my boy stuff down your throat.\" He sighed with longing, the thought incredibly enticing, yet that crucial aspect was impossible. \"I wish I could squirt down your throat… I know boy birds probably squirt like you do, I wonder what that would feel like.\"\n\n\"We can pretend,\" Lance said softly. \"You leak a lot, so it won't be that difficult. I'd love to swallow your 'boy stuff' next time.\"\n\nThat sounded nice. He enjoyed the thought of being [i]bred[/i], so next time he'd embrace the other side. Not quite breeding someone, but spurting down their throat. Letting his instincts take over as he humped to his heart's content. Even if he couldn't ejaculate, not really, it would still be fun to pretend.\n\nYes, that would be nice. He could even end that session with Lance sliding into his other hole. The thought was a little weird, but it was how two males mated, at least from his understanding. And it couldn’t be weirder than having his vagina knotted, a vagina he didn’t even know about last season. Next time he'd fully embrace being male. See which was more fun, which he identified more with. \n\nBecause while being mated as a girl was a blast, being a boy with a vagina could be pretty sweet, too.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Chapter 8 - First Times

Charlie paced in his dimly-lit room, ruffling his feathers as he barely fought off the embarrassing urge to preen. It had been a few days since he watched Nicky lay her eggs, but he still couldn’t stop thinking about it. About what they did. About what they almost did. About what he suggested they do. What had he been thinking? So stupid! Even if, in the end, he only helped Nicky with his beak, that didn't erase how disgusting he felt.

They almost had sex; there was no other way to put it. If Nicky had agreed, if she hadn’t talked sense into him, he would have pressed his cloaca to hers and rubbed against her until he came. It was scary how easy it would have been to let his lust take over. But Nicky was stronger than him, better than him. She knew it would be wrong, wouldn't be fair to Lance, and she got him back on track.

It was like he had no willpower at all.

Charlie lowered his head into his wings and groaned. What would Lance think? What would Lance say? He had justified his actions with worrying ease, but now those excuses felt flimsy, and the looming disaster of his boyfriend's reaction had him wound up tighter than a spoink.

Which was annoying, since tonight would be his first sleepover with his friends since The Egg.
Lexi and Lance would be there, though Nicky wasn’t coming. He wondered if it was egg related. He felt queasy for a few days after laying, so he wouldn’t be surprised if her belly ached. Even if it was easier for her, it couldn’t be completely easy. Besides, her presence would have meant having the sleepover somewhere else—lapras were 'spaciously challenged' and couldn't exactly squeeze into his cave. They usually planned sleepovers in an isolated cove near the bay that had plenty of both water and rock. Just for her.

Her absence was both a blessing and curse. It was good because he’d get to sleep at home, where it was warm and comfortable; it was bad because if Nicky were here he'd at least have someone to help explain what happened.

He was on his own.

"I can't tell Lance, can I?" he mumbled under his breath. "I’ll just tell him we never actually had sex. He’ll understand, won't he?"

When he saw Lance yesterday, Charlie pretended as though everything was cool. They kissed, they giggled, they hung out for hours talking about nothing. But internally, he felt sick to his stomach, like he was going to throw up all over the vulpix. He didn't have the guts to come clean then. Maybe Lexi would understand? Could she help explain that he was only helping a friend out? Could she help get rid of the nasty feeling in his belly?

Why can't I forgive myself for something I didn't do?

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and thought back to that moment with her in the cave. The memory was so clear. He could almost taste the shy lapras’ fluids on his tongue; felt the way her cloaca clung to him, her warm, gooey fluids dribbling down his beak. Her scent was difficult to shake, subtle yet distinctly her. Even her eggs had a smell. A weird smell, but it wasn’t bad.

Did his eggs have a unique scent too? He figured they must, but the only smell he remembered was the hint of rot before he threw it away. It was so strange, looking back. His own laying almost didn’t feel real. The day was a blur of stomach aches and cramping, but distant, like it had happened to some other fletchinder. The memory of the actual laying was muted to the point he could barely recall it. Watching Nicky lay had been good for him. It gave him a new perspective. Reminded him that while it would hurt, it was manageable. Let him conceptualize what happened to him in another. Let him know he wasn’t alone.

Nicky also looked strangely hot while laying, the way her vent stretched as each egg plopped out of her, one by one, to land in a warm, squishy pile.

Charlie blinked in surprise at where his mind wandered, but he couldn’t deny the way his vent was clenching. Am I really getting horny thinking about Nicky laying eggs? Oh, Arceus, what is wrong with me...

It wasn’t just the eggs, though. He also imagined Nicky peeing, the memory of the waterfall she produced stirring more than curiosity within him. He longed to hear her cute noises of relief again. It was just so interesting, novel, and genuine. Would Lance sound like that when he peed? Maybe they could—

Once again startled by his thoughts, Charlie realized he really needed to take care of this… this heat, as Nicky called it. He'd been too anxious to masturbate the past few days, no matter how pent up he felt, and it wasn’t a pleasant experience being high strung and horny at the same time. Heck, he hadn't even gone past kissing Lance since he sucked the vulpix off. Which wasn't saying much since that was like three days ago, but for a horny teen it felt like forever.

Charlie just wanted to do more stuff with Lance. Forget about his worries, his fears, and ask the vulpix to return the favor. Sucking his penis was fun and all, but it would be so much better if he were on the receiving end, if he could experience what Lance had. So what if it would remind him of his feminine equipment, was that honestly so bad?

He swallowed hard, imagining Lance's muzzle digging deep into his untouched cloaca, stroking everything with his warm, soft tongue, tasting his femininity, touching all his most sensitive parts.

All he had to do was ask.

Charlie groaned at the unfairness of it all, of stupid hormones almost making him cheat on Lance. He stood up, then flopped over onto his 'nest' again with a pomf, burying his beak into the soft plants and shed feathers. He snuggled under everything and crooned. He needed a nap. A nap sounded great.

Closing his eyes, he hoped to sneak a wink or two before anyone arrived.

"Charlie! One of your friends is here!"

So much for a nap.

With a heavy sigh, Charlie wiggled out of his nest, shook a few stray feathers off, and walked out of his part of the cave system, preening a few bent feathers on the way to at least try and look presentable. Especially if it was Lance. Oh, he hoped it wasn't Lance yet! He still didn't know what to say!

Luckily for his ever-increasing worries, it wasn’t the vulpix. A weavile stood by the cave entrance instead, leaning against the rock wall as snow sprinkled in from the outside. His dad was there to greet her, the snow-white ninetales saying something to his friend. He hoped they weren’t talking about him.

Lexi paused whatever conversation they were having and looked at him with a friendly smirk. "'Sup, Charlie. Lance here yet?"

"Hey," he greeted back, un-fluffing his feathers in the presence of his less complicated friend. "And no. He's probably still watching Sasha. Said he might be a little late."

He did not envy Lance. Babysitting that flurry of young energy multiple times a week sounded exhausting, but at least it gave him much needed time to figure things out with Lexi. He desperately required her set of, er, skills right now. Discuss what happened with Nicky, ask her opinion if he made a mistake or not. Maybe even talk about how he'd been feeling about the whole 'female thing' as a whole again. Lexi was pretty open-minded, and Nicky had said it was okay to talk with her, and Lance, about what they did together.

They’d both agreed keeping it a secret would give the wrong impression.

After a minute of small talk—his dad doing his best to embarrass him—Charlie nudged Lexi with a wing toward his cave, thanked his dad for letting his friends spend the night, then disappeared behind the corner.

In his room, he collapsed onto his bed of fluffy things with a dramatic groan. "I think I messed up."

Lexi cocked an eyebrow. "Have to be more specific, dude."

"Ha. Ha." He sat up, looking anywhere but Lexi's curious eyes. How should he phrase this? Just go for it?  "I, uh, helped Nicky lay eggs a couple days ago." Lexi's eyes widened, but he went on before she could interrupt, "W-wait, before you say it, she offered! She thought it might help me? Somehow? You know, since I lay eggs too."

For the first time, Lexi seemed almost unsure how to respond, but then she snorted. "When you say help, do you mean help? Because Nicky told me allll about how Lapras do things. So go on," she teased, "tell me how you helped her out."

Staying silent was the wrong thing to do, apparently. The lack of response only made Lexi's grin wider, so he quickly blurted, "I helped her orgasm!"

She whistled, leaning in with rapt attention in her bright eyes. "Ha, seriously? I was kidding! Damn, Charlie! How'd you do it? Did you lick her? What'd she taste like? How hard did she cum? Was it hot? How big are lapras eggs?"

Taken aback by his friend's enthusiasm, Charlie could only lean back in his bed, struggling not to catch fire as his temperature skyrocketed. "U-um, I didn't tell you so you could get all the details, Lexi! I just need to know if this counts as cheating. You know, because I am dating Lance."

"Oh, right," she said dismissively. Then her jaw slacked. "Ooooh, right. This is tricky. Did you do anything else together? Like bump uglies? Or kiss her?"

"I… um, kinda? I almost had sex with her," he admited, remembering how close he had been to making a mistake with the lapras. He still wanted to. He really, really wanted to. Oh, Arceus, did he want to. "She stopped us at the last moment, it was… I feel really bad about how close we were to doing it. Then her eggs came. That's it, really."

"I bet her eggs aren't the only thing that came." When he glared at her, Lexi threw her claws up in defeat. "I'm only playing, geez! But seriously, if that's all that happened, and you only did this to help her lay because she was having trouble or something, then it should be fine. You two wised up, didn't go further than you had to, and that is that."

"But I still did stuff with her, and I liked it." He groaned, spreading his wings out across the bed. "Like, a lot. It was really hot. I’d never been so aroused." Admitting that was embarrassing, but somehow he managed to not ignite his bed. Woo.

Scooting closer, Lexi settled an arm across his back. "Hey, relax. If it helps you feel any better, Lance would probably find it hot too. What dude wouldn't wanna watch a big girl like Nicky get eaten out by a pretty bird like you? Invite him next time, let him in on the fun! But seriously, if you reeeeally want to even things out, well, Lance could eat me out. Then you both did stuff with other girls! Perfect solution."

"What?!" he squawked. Sitting up straighter, he glared at the smirking weavile. "No! That is so— ew! Gross! You're gross!"

"Gross?" She faked an affronted gasp, but the indignation didn't reach her eyes. "Are you calling my sexy little weavile cunt gross?"

He swore his feathers were smoking. "You know that's not— I mean, it's not the—"

Lexi yawned, stretching her arms and legs out provocatively, leading his eyes to her crotch in a way that was absolutely on purpose. He caught a glimpse of her black, compact vulva before looking away so fast his head spun. Settling his gaze onto her face was almost worse; how someone could radiate such smugness through their eyeballs, he didn’t know.

"Like what you see, Charlie?" she teased, not bothering to close to her legs. He looked away on principle. "Aw, c'mon, you don't have to look away! No one can blame you for peeking! All the boys have trouble taking their eyes off me~"

"I'm technically not a boy," he countered weakly.

"Until you say otherwise, handsome," she said, "you'll always be a boy to me."

Charlie counted backward from five in his head, knowing she'd stop embarrassing him eventually. Hopefully. Maybe. Besides, she was just playing, he knew that, but she knew exactly which of his buttons to press. Somewhere deep inside—very deep inside—he was glad she hadn't changed her ways around him. As though him being a girl didn’t matter to her. It was nice.

He snuck another glimpse at her vulva. It does look pretty interesting…

“Fine,” he conceded. “It’s sorta appealing. But only because it’s exotic to me, so don’t make a big deal out of it.”

Thankfully for his sanity, his dad called out before Lexi could respond. "Charlie! Lance is here!"

"Coming!" Charlie replied with a happy tweet, feeling none of the anxiety he’d felt earlier. Lexi waggled her eyebrows, confusing him, until he realized what he said. He groaned at the immature ‘joke’, but couldn't quite hide a giggle-snort as he chastised, "Oh, grow up."

Leaving Lexi in his room, Charlie went to greet Lance at the entrance, only to slow down as certain thoughts encroached upon him. Could he really face Lance? Lexi's reaction had been reassuring, in its own way, leading him to the belief that it really would be okay. Maybe. Hopefully.

He took a deep breath and turned the corner into the entrance cave, nearly bumping into his dad's tails in the process. Charlie grumbled and walked around the fluffy obstacle.

"Jeez, Dad, keep your butt out of the tunnel," he teased good-naturedly. "Unless you want a tail pecked!"

Dad wasn't phased by his 'threat'. The older pokemon snorted, sidestepping with the grace only a ninetales could, his many white tails never touching the floor. "Not the tails!" he bemoaned with a dramatic swoon. "I must be more careful; wouldn't want to end up an eighttales, eh, kids?" Lance, who he noticed standing next to Dad, nodded with an enthusiasm Charlie could only roll his eyes at.

Whatever delight he felt seeing his boyfriend was curbed by the dork giggling at Dad's terrible joke. It was entirely unforgivable.

No, he didn't laugh along.

Shut up, brain.

Eager to start the night, this was a sleepover after all, Charlie nudged Lance with a wing down the way he came. "Come on, Lexi's waiting for us!"

Though Lance allowed himself to be led away, he visibly slumped. "I thought it was just gonna be us?" he whispered once they were down the hall, wiggling out from under his wing.

Charlie winced. He forgot to mention this was a get-together, not a date, hadn't he?

"Is that bad?" he asked, slowing down. "I haven't had you guys over since, you know. I thought it would be nice hanging out again, having a sleepover. Just the three of us." Seeing the vulpix's mood not getting any better, Charlie fluttered his eyelashes and whispered, "We can cuddle and kiss later~"

He walked ahead, knowing it would draw Lance's eyes to his backside. Doing this would have embarrassed him in the past, but now he raised his tail feathers without shame and let him look. He wanted to show Lance that Lexi being here didn't change anything: the vulpix still had his full attention.

The walk back to his room was silent. Not awkward, at least Charlie didn't think so, but definitely charged. He hoped Lance liked what he saw. It was still weird to think he could be sexy. Or that Lance probably thought of him as a sexy female. Even weirder, it didn't bother him anymore.

"'Sup, Lance," Lexi greeted, reclining on the pile of feathers he generously referred to as a bed. "How's it hanging?"

Lance shuffled into the room past him, almost hitting him in the face with his fluffy tails. "Hi, Lexi," he said without much enthusiasm. "Nice to see you."

Charlie winced; Lance's disappointment was obvious.

Lexi apparently agreed, placing a claw to her chest dramatically. "Ouch, I'm really feeling the love here. Seriously, dude, I won't get in the way of your 'kissy time', if that's what you're afraid of. I want to hang out with my friends, but I know you're both itching to do whatever, so yeah. I get it."

Lance's ears fell flat—in embarrassment or shame, Charlie couldn't tell. "Sorry… I do want to hang out with you, really, I do. Just, um… Charlie, uh…" He looked at him and then glanced away, pawing at the ground. "Yeah."

"Oh, I get it," Lexi said, grinning from ear to ear.  "You're horny and want to do more than just kissing, and you think I'm going to cock block you from getting your dick wet, is that right?"

Charlie and Lance choked.

"L-Lexi!" Charlie managed once he got his coughing fit under control. "It's not like that!"

Lance seemed about ready to melt into the floor.

Lexi gestured toward the flustered vulpix. "There you go. He's not even denying it. But can you blame him? What boy wouldn't want a turn with your sexy bird hole? I'm a girl and I want a turn!"

This can't be happening, Charlie thought as Lexi went off the deep end. He couldn’t lie and say it wasn't flattering, in a way, but with Lance here it was also so embarrassing he would literally die if Lexi didn't shut it. It's official, I'm going to burst into flames. With any luck I'll take Lexi with me.

Lance was the first to speak. If mumbling counted as speech. "It's n-not, um… I'm just… I mean, if he wanted—"

Lexi burst into further giggles. "You are too adorable! I'm just teasing. Relax. Anyhow, how's babysitting the fluffball going? Is she still asking about 'the horny'?"

A loud groan escaped the vulpix, but his ears perked up to show this new line of conversation was heaps and bounds better than the last. "That's entirely your fault, and you know it!" he accused. "Ugh, Mom and Dad blame me. Thanks for that, by the way."

"Sorry," Lexi said. She sounded surprisingly repentant. "I'm usually much better at watching my mouth around her."

And so began the next course of conversation. It was all mostly busy talk, just catching back up. But he thought it was great. Especially since it meant Lexi wasn't teasing them. Verbally, at least. She kept her thighs splayed more than comfort required, and he was convinced she winked at him whenever he snuck an accidental peek.

...Okay, maybe not accidental, but could anyone blame him? It was right there, sticking out despite its petite size. Kind of difficult not to look when she lacked any sense of modesty. Didn't help that weavile were naturally bipedal, and their tails barely provided any modesty, leaving little to the imagination on a good day. Even Lance seemed to look once or twice before vehemently shifting his gaze. It didn't make him jealous.

“How far have you two gone?" Lexi suddenly asked. "I doubt you’ve fucked, but what about oral?” Charlie tore his eyes from her vulva in favor of gaping at her. “What’s with the look? I’m only asking!”

Before he could reply, Lance beat him to the punch. “Um, we, um… he did, um.” He looked at him, eyes pleading. “Can we tell her? I’m okay with it, but only if you are. I'm actually a little excited about sharing.”

That made one of them. They looked expectantly at him, one nervously hopeful, the other shamelessly eager. “I, uh, I sucked him off?” he admitted, fluffing his feathers. Resisting the urge to preen—because that would only make him look more nervous—he tried to add some humor by adding, “and he kinda sorta almost choked me to death?”

“I did not!” Lance prosted, stomping a paw onto the floor. As his ears fell flat, Lexi snorted through her claws. “Hey, don’t laugh! It's not funny!”

The weavile only laughed harder. “You're right—it's hilarious! What, did you knot his beak or something?” His silence only spurred her on again. “Oh, my Arceus, seriously?! Phew, you really know how to make things memorable for Charlie’s first blowjob, eh, Lance?” He was going to say something, only for her to wink at the flustered vulpix and keep going, “So, how’d he feel? Did you get inside his throat? I bet he squeezed you really nicely, huh? I obviously don’t know what it’s like—duh, since I have a pussy—but I’ve heard you guys like warmth and tightness and stuff, right? Charlie must’ve been very hot.”

If he thought he was embarrassed by this line of inquiry, he had nothing on Lance. The poor thing seemed to be trying his best to melt into the floor. “U-um… it was nice… His throat, uh, kept clenching, and, um, was really hot. It was probably the best thing I’ve ever felt.”

“Really?” Charlie said, perking up at the compliment. “Best thing you ever felt? Was my throat really that good?”

Lance nodded, growing more confident as the conversation went on. Lexi probably intended this, the manipulative minx. “Yes! You were amazing! I’d love to do it again.” His eyes widened, and Lance quickly added, “Only if you’re okay with it! I’ll be really careful next time, too! Promise!”

Lance looked adorable pleading like that, big eyes and swishing tails making it impossible to say no to. Not that he would say no. It had been pretty fun, ignoring the 'almost choking to death' part. Lance would be more careful next time. He'd better be.

Though Charlie looked forward to his turn. He'd never had anyone lick him there before, and the thought of it ruffled his feathers in all the best ways. Obviously he couldn't ask tonight, not with Lexi here, but the next time they were alone he'd promise to suck Lance off again… on the promise he'd go down on him first.

Actually, why couldn't he ask tonight? Lexi wouldn't care, and they were well past shame.

"Sounds great!" Excitement bubbling in his chest, he leaned in to whisper into Lance's ear, "But only if you eat me out first~"

Lance froze like the ice type he was. "Eat you out?!" He said. Loudly.

"Shhh, hush!" Charlie said In a panic, glancing first at Lexi, then more nervously at the tunnel heading out of his room. "My dad might hear."

He couldn’t imagine anything more embarrassing than Dad knowing his intentions with Lance. Which was why Lexi's next words were so terrible.

Lexi scoffed. "Please, he probably already knows you've done stuff with Lance. Ninetales have stupidly good noses. Unless you washed off in the ocean and then set yourself on fire for, like, five minutes, he probably smelled his cum on your feathers."

"Wh-what?" Charlie said stupidly, feeling as though a wailord had slammed into his gut. "No way, he'd have, like, said something. That's not true, is it? Right, Lance? Please tell me it's not true."

Lance scuffed at the floor. "Um, yes? I rolled over in the snow for a while after you… got me off, and my older brother still noticed your smell and my, uh, my scent. He was cool about it, but he insisted that he give me a bath so mom and dad wouldn't know I'm messing around." His ears fell so flat, Charlie thought for sure they'd be lost in his head fluff.

"Your brother licked your dick?" Lexi blurted, bursting into giggles. "Oh, wow, your family is super weird!"

"H-hey," Lance protested. "Grooming is normal for us! It's not weird! And he didn't lick my dick, just my sheath!"

Before Lexi could open her mouth again, Charlie came to his defense. "Dad still tries to offer me baths," he said, glaring at Lexi. "It's just a ninetales and vulpix thing." Even if he did think it went a little beyond a bath to lick someone's cum off them, especially from a brother, saying that out loud wouldn’t be productive. But at least it hid the scent of their sexual encounter with the scent of a bath instead.

"Thank you, Charlie," Lance said with a grateful smile. He turned to Lexi. "See? Normal."

She nodded. "I get it. So would it be okay if I offered to give you a bath?" Lexi stuck her tongue out suggestively. "You know, just in case you two want to get busy tonight. I'll make sure your sheath is very clean before you return home." Before either of them could protest, Lexi quickly added, "Kidding!"

"Better be," Charlie mumbled.

Lexi heard, because she added, "What if I offered to lick you clean too, feather butt? I've never tasted a cloaca before. I always wondered: would it be like eating pussy or ass?"

He couldn't tell if she was joking or not, and that was very worrying. Worse, her words actually made him a little excited. Definitely not how he wanted to feel around anyone except Lance, of course. He really was pent up.

Charlie and Lance shared a look, and for a moment he was positive they also shared the same thought.

"Please stop flirting with my boyfriend," Lance said. "And me. We're not interested in anyone eating anyone else out."

Charlie winced. He still hadn't told him about Nicky. Lexi gave him a poignant jerk of her head, an action that just confused Lance. He winced even harder.

Should I tell him? he thought, heart trying to leap from his chest. Now? The longer I don't tell him, the worse it'll look. Maybe he'll even think it's hot?

"Hey, Lance?" Charlie began hesitantly. "You know Nicky, right?"

Lance looked at him as though he were stupid. "...Uhh? Duh. What about her?"

He opened and closed his beak. How the heck should he begin this? "Well, um, you know how I'm struggling with being a girl?" he said, scuffing at the ground with his talons. "I was talking with Nicky, and she— well, she let me— um. She offered to let me watch her lay eggs and I helped her out. Weird, right?"

Charlie braced for Lance's response.

"Uh, okay?" Lance said slowly. "Is that it? I guess that's kinda weird, but if that helps you through this, cool. Um, why are you acting so nervous? It's not like you had sex with her or anything… You didn't have sex with her, right?"

"No!" he quickly said. "I helped her lay, that's it. I promise."

He started to nod, only to halt. "Wait, what do you mean by 'helped'? How do you help a lapras lay eggs? They're like this big!" He held his paws out wide, nearing falling over in the process. He would have laughed at the clear exaggeration if it weren't for how tight his belly felt.

Charlie looked to Lexi for help. The weavile just shrugged, as though saying 'you're on your own, good luck!'.

Thanks, Lexi. You're the best.

"Welll…" Charlie began, "lapras need stimulation to lay, like a mate, you know? And, uh, an orgasm really helps when they're laying solo. So I just… helped… her orgasm. Is that cool? That's cool, right? Please tell me it's cool."

It took Lance about five seconds to process his words. Charlie had been expecting anger. What he got was arguably worse.

"Oh." It was said in a whisper, but Charlie heard it clear as day. The vulpix whined, ears flat to his skull. "But I thought you liked me? Are we… is this your way of saying we're breaking up? Is this why you brought Lexi? For support? Please tell me that's not what this is."

"No!" he all but yelled, terrified by the prospect. "No, I lo—really like you!" Good save there, Charlie. Saying you love him now would be super awkward. I don't even know if it's true. "I only helped her lay. Really. We COULD have gone further, and we almost did it, but we decided not to because you're such a great guy!"

Charlie regretted the words the instant they left his beak.

Before Lance could have a breakdown, Lexi intervened, "Wow, gonna stop you right there, Charlie. You're terrible at this." She turned to the heavily breathing vulpix. "Look, Lance. Charlie talked to me earlier about this and he is insistent about sticking with you. What happened between him and Nicky almost went bad, yeah, but that's not because he doesn't like you, it's because he's horny as fuck and needs his boy pussy filled, like, yesterday."

Charlie fluffed up with mortification. "H-hey, I'm not—"

"Oh, my Arceus, Charlie," Lexi hissed, "shut up. I'm trying to save your relationship."

Charlie shut up.

"Anyway," Lexi went on, "I think Charlie is in heat, or the bird form of it anyway, and has it really bad, too. So all you," she pointed a claw at the stunned vulpix, "gotta do is Charlie. Or at least give him a good, thorough licking—or dicking—under his tail feathers. Make him sing."

Both pokemon stared at Lexi in stunned silence.

"I already asked him to," Charlie said weakly, unable to look either of them in the eyes. "Eat me out, I mean. Um. It would be nice…"

Lexi leaned back slyly. "Then what are you two waiting for?"

 A heartbeat passed before Lance said what Charlie had been thinking, "Um, what?"

"Eat him out!" Lexi said, really forward with glee in her eyes. "Right now. Do it."

"But you're here!" Charlie pointed out, feeling distinctly uncomfortable. Sure, Lexi was pretty, but this was a private matter. Just no. "We are not giving you a show."

"Obviously," Lexi drawled, rolling her eyes. He hadn’t expected her to agree with him. "Which is why I'm going to hang out with your dad. You know, distracting him while you two lovebirds have your fun. He probably already knows something, but if it really makes you feel better, I can keep him from checking up on you. Heck, maybe I could even convince him to go hunting with me? He's probably really bored, all cooped up. Also I'm pretty hungry. He'll say yes."

Charlie squinted at Lexi, looking for some sort of angle here. But the weavile grinned innocently. A little smugly, but for her that was normal. He really hoped she wasn't trying to seduce his dad or something. Because ew. No way.

"That's very nice of you," Charlie said slowly, growing fond of the idea but still not entirely convinced. Being alone with Lance sounded wonderful after all that stress had been sorted. "This isn't an excuse to flirt with my dad, is it?"
 
"Pffft, I'm not that desperate. He's way too old for me. Don't get me wrong; he is a looker for his age, and he does have a nice butt." Charlie glared at her, but she laughed his worries away with a wave of her hand. "Not that I'd do anything! I'm not even sure he's into the whole sex thing anyway. When have you ever seen him get a mate? Or even, you know."

Lexi slipped a claw between her legs and thrust her hips a bit, an extremely lewd gesture that made her implication crystal clear. He felt faint, not wanting to even consider his dad's sex life, let alone any ‘self pleasure’ sessions. It was bad enough that Lance sorta looked like a tiny version of— no, bad thoughts. Bad.

"Let’s pretend you didn't just say that," he said with a wince. "Please."

She shrugged and stood up. "Whatever you say." She examined her claws with characteristic exaggeration. "Anyway, I’m going to distract your dad whether you ask or not. Just remember what an awesome friend I am when your mind is blown by Lance. Also remember to clean up after. I'll be back later for the rest of the sleepover. I expect details. Have fun, see ya!"

Before either of them could muster a response, particularly to the suggestion they’d be messy, Lexi turned and walked away, swaying her hips on the way out. She just couldn't pass up an opportunity to flaunt herself, could she? Her being attractive only made it worse.

"Wait, she was being serious?" Lance said after a moment, seemingly slow on the uptake, staring at the place Lexi had been.

"Apparently." His stomach fluttered: they were officially alone right now. If Lexi pulled through, they could do whatever they wanted and his dad would be none the wiser. Anything at all. Could he? Could they? Oral sounded great, but he was horny and curious and wondered what other things might feel like. "So, uh,” he took a deep breath, “I didn’t want to say this while Lexi was here, but can we try something a little… more than oral?" Heat rushed to his face around his beak. He ruffled his feathers. "I've been thinking, I'm curious what your, uh, penis would feel like pressed against me. Not inside, not yet, but maybe some rubbing. Is that okay?"

"Yes," Lance squeaked. "Very okay."

Charlie laughed at the response, and the way Lance squirmed in place in order to hide an obvious stiffy only made his mirth brighter. "I figured you would say that," he teased. "but that's okay. I'm horny too. Lexi was right about that."

"What changed?" Lance asked. "You never would have asked this a few days ago. Is it really that bad? I know what being horny as a guy feels like, and honestly sometimes I want nothing more than to… stick it in someone. What’s it like for you? Being horny as a girl?"

He probably would have been offended by the 'as a girl' comment a few days ago, but at this point it didn't feel weird at all. Lance was right. Something had changed. Even more than he likely expected, because being referred to as a girl didn’t just feel okay, it felt good. New. Exciting.

He'd wrestle with that thought later.

"I dunno," he answered honestly. "But I think being a bird probably plays a larger role than being a girl. Since, you know, I flex and stuff. Down there. There's also this warm buzzing in my belly when I think about sexy things. It radiates and seems to pulse whenever my vent… flexes.”

“Can you feel it flex?” he asked, looking down at his tail feathers. There was nothing to see, but the glance sent warmth blooming through his body.

It also caused the action in question to occur with a soft, wet shlick he felt more than heard.

“Y-yes,” Charlie said after the particularly needy flex caused his vent to sorta kiss the soft materials he used as bedding. He stood up a little so it wasn’t touching. That had felt pretty intense. “It’s very noticeable. It's happening now, if you wanted to know. There really isn’t anything to compare the feeling to. What about you?” He looked between Lance’s legs, noticing a hint of blue sticking out of his sheath. Sitting on his haunches as he was made it quite noticeable. “What does that feel like?”

“Stiff, mostly,” Lance said, squirming in place. “And this warm pressure. It’s not too bad right now, but when it’s really big, like before I was in your, uh, beak, it’s worse.” His penis continued to slide out of his sheath as he spoke, likely reminiscing on how his beak and throat felt.  Hidden within his feathers, his vent winked wetly, sending a flash of warmth through him and making his tail feathers hike even higher.

“I’ll be honest,” Charlie said softly, unable to take his eyes off of Lance’s growing length. “If I wasn’t nervous about breaking my vent, I’d ask us to go all the way.” Charlie hadn’t meant to say that. Why did he say that?

The implications hung heavy in the air. Sex. He was offering sex. And both of them knew it. He squirmed, shuffling from his left to his right foot and back again. His vent winked all the harder.  and the sight of Lance’s stiffening penis caused it to throb all the more. Flexing with a hunger he'd never quite felt before.

His eyes widened as his brain caught up to his beak, and he quickly backpedaled, “I-I mean, it was just a stray thought! I don’t— I’m not— Unless you wanted to try?”

What am I doing?! Charlie thought with an internal scream. I don’t want to have sex! Am I even built for penetration? Would he break me? Would it hurt? Would it feel amazing?

“We could try the tip after I lick you?” Lance blurted. His penis throbbed harder than ever, and Charlie knew it was the thought of putting it inside him that did it. He couldn't even imagine what that urge felt like. "That way I still get to return the favor, and we can go further too."

“Yeah,” Charlie agreed, despite panicking internally. He wanted to do it. They wanted to do it. But… “But I don’t know. I mean, maybe? Let’s try rubbing and see where that goes. Having a vagina is kind of scary, I don’t want to break it.” And now he was thinking of being a girl. Again. Ugh, this is so confusing. Maybe I should have just taken Lexi’s advice and let everyone call me a girl for a while. At least then I’d be justified in feeling like one without feeling awkward about it.

Besides, it was hard not to think of oneself as female when discussing such female parts.

Lance was quiet for a moment. “Sorry,” he said. “I don’t want to be pushy. I know you probably didn’t mean it. You’re just in heat or whatever. I can help you with my muzzle, like you helped me.”

Charlie held back a whine. That was not the mindset he wanted Lance to have! This wasn’t a transaction!

“No,” he said firmly, looking away from his crotch to stare deep into Lance's eyes. “You’re allowed to want that. I want it, too. Trying just the tip sounds perfect. But if you do cum, try to aim for my other hole. Just in case we are, uh, compatible.” Charlie froze and fluffed up in embarrassment. Did he really just say to use his other hole? He was nervous about making his growing egg fertile—if that was even possible for their species, let alone this far along—but wouldn’t pulling out work just as well? So why did he even suggest that?

…

Because it sounded hot. Charlie groaned at discovering this new weird kink of his.

“I’ll just lick you for now!” Lance said, seeming equally as embarrassed by the offer. At least it saved Charlie from having to talk himself out of it. “Can you get on your back? I never got a good look, and I want to explore a bit before I start if that’s okay.”

“Yes, okay.” Heart pounding in his chest, Charlie slowly, awkwardly, rolled onto his back, showing off his wet, pulsing cloaca to his boyfriend. "H-how's this?"

"Oh, gosh," Lance said, almost a whisper, "I can't believe this is happening… This feels so unreal. It’s so pretty."

"You think it's pretty?" he whispered, his heart racing from the compliment. "It's just a hole… Is it actually nice to look at?" He understood liking Nicky’s vent, it was gorgeous and big. He even understood liking Lexi's vulva, since, while compact, it had a nice plumpness to it. But his cloaca was boring. He couldn’t wrap his mind around Lance liking it, other than for the obvious use as a warm hole to stick his dick in.

He nodded. “It's really nice. Like Lexi’s parts, but sideways and puckered like lips? I like it a lot.” He got closer, sniffing. He hoped it didn’t smell bad. That would be mortifying. But the thought of Lance enjoying it made him really excited, a warm buzz spreading out from his vent and—

His opening flexed suddenly, winking outward with an audibly wet shlick.

Charlie wanted to fly away from the embarrassment, but Lance only seemed more interested, leaning in to get a better look.

“Wow, that’s hot,” he said, sniffing at his vent, the hole continuing its wet, pulsing action. Lance leaned in so close that if Charlie scooted forward he'd be flexing against Lance’s nose. “Can I touch it? Um, when it’s like that?”

Charlie nodded quickly, eagerly. “Yes! You know when you're hard, right? It’s kinda like that, I mean, I think? So I really want you to touch it.”

The vulpix continued to stare, furthering the bubbly feelings in his tummy. “Where’s your butt in there?” he asked suddenly, before looking away for a moment. “Is it, like, off to the side? How does that even work when you, um, go?"

He gave Lance a deadpan look. "Do you really want me to answer that?"

The way Lance's ears splayed back made it difficult not to laugh. Even if he had been as nervous as Lance, the snowball’s nerves helped him feel more confident, just like it always did. Maybe he had a thing for seeing others squirm? Arceus, he hoped not. That would be a mean thing to get comforted by.

Lance seemed to decide that, no, he didn't want to know, as he shook his head. "Nevermind!" He stared with intense wonder at his quivering vent, as though that would reveal all its secrets. If only.
"I'm still curious where it is, though."

"I don't know," he admitted, "but it's not in the middle. I feel it when, you know, but it's not really something I pay attention to. Don’t think too much about it, the right hole is easy to find. Heck, when I put my…" He trailed off, realizing he never mentioned his whole 'beak fucking' session. Well, no time like the present. "When I put my beak in there, it goes straight into my v-vagina."

"That's how you masturbate?" Lance asked, tilting his head. He didn’t sound judgemental. More, awed? "Can I see that sometime? It sounds… hot."

Heart racing, he licked his beak and tried to act cool as he said, “Sure. But can you touch me now? I’m getting really excited.”

“Oh, right. I still can’t believe I’m about to touch you there.” Lance reached a forepaw out and pressed it against his winking vent, making Charlie gasp at the intensely pleasurable jolt that shot through his loins. It was incredible. Way better than when he touched himself. He curled his talons, unable to understand why a little touch felt so good. Even if Lance didn‘t move at all, the touch could probably still make him cum, the sensation of his vent pulsing against Lance’s soft pads doing all the work for the both of them.

“You have—oh, gosh—no idea how great this feels.” He squeezed his eyes shut and clacked his beak, trying to overcome the sensation and relax. But it was futile. Especially when Lance started to move his paw around with squishy little motions, doubling the pleasure in an instant. “Mhmmm, right there, don’t stop!”

“I’m— but I’m barely doing anything!” Lance protested, almost whining. Said confusion didn’t change the fact he was getting close. The pressure built, rising higher and higher, his winking vent suckling at Lance’s paw like he imagined he would a male fletchinder’s cloaca. “You’re not messing with me, are you? Because it’s not very funn—wow, what are you doing? Wow! It's like your cloaca is trying to eat my paw! Please tell me that’s normal!”

“Very normal!” Charlie managed to choke out, flexing his talons and fluttering his wings as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm him. He felt his own body draw Lance’s paw deeper, squeezing him harder, his sensitive lips suckling up to the vulpix’s wrist, the fuzzy fur sliding along his walls only adding to the experience. The comparison to being eaten would have been funny if it hadn’t felt so accurate. “You’re going to make me— oh, I’m— hnnnn!”

The pulsing reached a crescendo, and then ceased abruptly, his vent clamping down one last time as pleasure threatened to overwhelm his senses. Then it just… exploded, and so too did his cloaca.

He saw a universe of stars as he orgasmed around Lance’s paw. His body suckled and gripped it, refusing to let go. It made him feel so full, so complete. Just having something in there, in his vagina, something to squeeze around. So much like his beak, but better, because it was a part of his boyfriend. Was this what his penis will be like? Would it feel just as wonderful to squeeze?

Lance stood there silently for a few seconds, before whispering, “Are you cumming? I thought— I thought it was boys who were supposed to finish quickly…”

“Maybe I am a boy then,” Charlie said without any heat, just enjoying the pleasure still rocking his world. He waited a few more seconds for the pleasure to eb away before adding, “But we could test that later. See who cums first when you push inside me. Mhm, your paw feels good. Flex your toes a little, please.” He did so, sending more jolts through him and extending the pleasure for a bit longer. “Yeah, just like that…”

“This is really hot… C-can I go deeper?” Lance sounded nervous, but excited. “If I can push deep enough, then maybe it would fit. You know.”

At this point, anything touching his girly bits sounded great. “Go for it. Heh, maybe you’ll touch my next egg.” He blinked, reconsidering his words. That... that would probably kill him. “Don’t actually do that. I’m joking.”

“Yeah, no worries.” Lance didn’t waste much time before starting to push his paw deeper, making Charlie grunt with the strange pressure. It felt incredibly weird, and while it didn’t hurt, it was a near thing. Lance paused when half his foreleg was in. “Is this okay? What does it feel like?”

“It feels really weird,” he said honestly. Not that he had any reason to lie. He squirmed in place, accidentally clenching Lance’s foreleg in the process. It was still pleasurable, but it wasn’t nearly enough to cum again after being satisfied by the first. “Kinda hard to pretend I’m not a girl with your foreleg inside me, you know?”

“Oh, sorry,” Lance said as he wiggled his toes, which absolutely was not helping him ignore the fact that his boyfriend was spelunking his vagina. He felt the pressure and fullness, the experience of having someone else’s body inside his own making him think about some pressing issues. Nothing could remind him more of his femininity than this, save egg laying itself. But it didn’t feel wrong, exactly. Perhaps it even felt right.

Vertigo took hold as he wrestled with a decision, an exciting, terrifying decision. Would Lance be okay with calling him a she? Did he even want to be called a she? Maybe it could be a temporary thing, trying it out, like Lexi said. But he didn’t want to make it weird—

“H-hey, you alright?” Lance said, breaking him out of his thoughts. “It doesn’t hurt, does it? Should I stop?”

Unable to muster up the courage to say what he was thinking, Charlie sighed and said, “It is starting to ache a little.” It wasn’t even a lie. The longer Lance kept his foreleg snugly within his insides, the more his poor vent felt like an egg was being shoved the wrong way, which, amusingly enough, wasn’t nearly as bad as the alternative.

"Oh, jeez, sorry!" He winced as Lance yanked back, and he watched with increasingly ruffled feathers as his winking vent seemed to evert, an angry red ring that clung firmly to Lance's paw. More and more of his insides became outsides, to the point where he was about to tell him to stop when suddenly Lance’s paw was freed with a strangely satisfying plop. His hole throbbed, and remained gaped for a full two seconds, revealing a deep pink, the cool air tickling the edges of his reddened vent. Before he could get worried that Lance broke his cloaca or something, his muscles grew taut, and everything suddenly sucked back in. His sore vent trembled for a moment, then began pulsing all over again, clenching on nothing just as normal.

"That felt so weird," Charlie whined as he remained sprawled out on his back, staring down at his soaked vent. The edges were tinted red. "Okay, that is definitely not supposed to be red like that. Maybe we should take a break."

“A break sounds good," Lance agreed, before nuzzling him, a gesture he greatly appreciated and returned with a happy sigh.  "Sorry… I didn't think it would hurt."

"It's not that bad," he reassured him, standing up and squeezing his legs together. His vent ached quite a bit, actually, beginning to throb in time with his heartbeat. It was flexing a little, too, each spasm sending another jolt through him. "But I don’t think sticking your paw so deep in me was a good idea. Even if it felt amazing at first.”

He looked disappointed by that, but he didn’t complain, which had his heart soaring for the adorable fluffball. “You're up for kissing, though, right?”

Charlie giggled, and stepped forward to peck his snoot.  “As fun as kissing is,” he said, nuzzling his cheek, “I want to cuddle too. So, get on your back and let me flop onto you!”

"But I'm, um, you know." He lifted a hind leg, showing off his extremely rigid erection. The sight was appealing, but his vent still throbbed and he didn't want to get too excited. "It'll poke you."

"I already knew you had a boner, dude," Charlie said, rolling his eyes. "I don't care if touches me; I sucked you off, remember? I'm way past caring. Besides, it's kinda cute, all blue and sticking out of your sheath like an icicle. Your knot doesn't come out unless you're cumming, right?"

"Yeah." He was grinning from ear to ear, which was super adorable. "You really think it's cute?"

"The cutest! I could just swallow it up."

Lance’s penis jumped at that. "You're making it hard not to ask to mate with you," he whined, though there was a joking trill to his voice that showed he was only half-serious.

"We'll see what happens when we're cuddling," Charlie promised, surprising himself at how enticing the thought was. It was like a fire had started in his belly and refused to go out, or a roaring beast had taken up refuge and demanded to be fed. "Roll over so I can flop onto you."

Lance obeyed without a moment’s hesitation, getting onto his back like an excited kit, his little blue taper standing at attention. For an instant, Charlie was tempted to sit on it, put it in him. But he really did want to cuddle, allowing his poor vent some time to recover. Swallowing Lance’s cock definitely wouldn't be cuddling.

But that didn’t mean he couldn't tease the poor vulpix.

With Lance right where he wanted him, sprawled out on his back all adorably, Charlie wasted no time and leapt, laughing as he spread his wings and enveloped Lance with them, to his weak protests.

"Hey there," he teased, gazing into the bright blue eyes of his boyfriend. Something hard throbbed sideways against his vent. "You're poking me, you know that?"

"S-sorry."

"Hey, I didn’t say it was a bad thing. Can you, um, feel it winking? I’m a little excited."

If possible, Lance looked even more embarrassed. "Y-yes," he squeaked. The look on his face only grew more overwhelmed after a particularly powerful flex. He had thought his vent was too sore to be aroused, apparently he was wrong.

They stayed like that for a while, just enjoying the intimate contact. Chest to chest, beak to muzzle, the exciting touch of their distinct sexes, rubbing and grinding wetly. He cooed and snuggled closer, fur and feathers intermingling, enjoying the way Lance’s tails draped across his back. Charlie also focused on the feeling of Lance’s penis. It stood proud, firm, poking his vent sideways, getting his tail feathers all sticky. He didn’t mind. It definitely felt odd, maybe even a little funny, but more so it was thrilling, knowing just how excited Lance was. He only had to say the word and Lance would try to mate with him. Would mate with him.

The idea sent pleasant shivers down his spine. He wondered what it would feel like. Preferably good, but he couldn’t discount the possibility of it being painful. Of having something so big, so male, shoved up his vent, stretching his girl parts in ways they’d never been stretched before, ruining him.

He shook his head at that silly idea. This wouldn't be the first time; Lance’s foreleg had stretched him not even a few minutes ago, but ignoring that, he had laid an egg. Neither of which ruined him. The egg definitely hurt, the foreleg… not so much. A little sore, perhaps, nothing more. In fact, it already felt better.

Vent starting to flex more powerfully, more urgently against Lance’s equally twitchy sex, Charlie couldn’t hold back his desires any longer, and whispered, “Do you… want to try it?”

Lance whined at the suggestion. “Very much. Your spade is so warm…”

He had to laugh at that. “Not a spade, silly.”

“Oh, yeah. It’s, um, your vent, right?”

“Yep,” he confirmed, giggling at Lance’s thoughtful expression. “But if I did have what vulpix girls have, I’d probably feel more like a boy than I do now, you know? Since then I’d have something sticking out. It’s sorta funny, if you think about it, how even if I was a boy fletchinder I’d look more like a girl than your sisters. Don’t you find that weird? Your sisters and mom have a thing, just like your sheath. Sticking out all the time.”

“I never thought of it like that.” He tilted his head. “Yeah, it is a little weird, but I like it, you know? I’ve never told anyone this, but I’ve always wanted to suck on one, like a blowjob, even though they’re girls.” Charlie couldn’t help giggling at the doopy grin spreading across Lance’s face. “There’s this one ninetales lady, friend of my mom, and her spade is very thick and stuff, a lot bigger than my mom’s or sisters’. Sometimes I like to stare at her butt and fantasize, you know? Imagine how it might feel between my cheeks.”
 
“My favorite thing about this story,” Charlie began with a smirk, “is how you just told your girlfriend you’ve been staring at other pokemon.”

“I-I didn’t mean it like— I just— you know what I—”

“Dude, relax!” he said, laughing at the panicked look on his face. “I’m kidding! You forget I’m also into girls still. I totally get it: I’d also want to lick a ninetales' spade if we weren’t together. Hey, maybe we could talk about how great they are? I'm down for that. Some other time, I mean. Right now there’s only one girl you should be paying attention to.” He fluttered his eyelashes at him.

“I…” A weird expression twisted across Lance’s face, like he was struggling with something. He settled on a heavy blush. “You just called yourself my girlfriend, and yourself a girl.”

Time froze. “I did?” he asked, something warm igniting in his chest at the concept. “Oh. I guess I did. Huh. Is that okay? I kind of like the idea.”

“What do you mean?”

Now it was his turn to get all flustered. The feelings going through his belly were difficult to quantify. Not even having a literal leg halfway up his cloaca only a minute ago could compete with the nerves suddenly eating away at his insides. Lexi had suggested this, kind of, and while he’d been trying not to think about it, it was a good idea. That little slip up might have been a blessing in disguise. It sounded right.

Vertigo took hold as he wrestled with the decision, this exciting, terrifying decision. “I… I like the idea,” he managed to say, barely able to get the words out without choking on his emotions. “Really like it. Being a girl. At least to try it out? Just for tonight? I think mating for the first time will be better this way.”

Lance gasped, and his penis seemed to jump against his—no, her vent. “Mating? You sure? I can put it in? Oh my gosh, are you really, really sure? Your parts don't hurt anymore?”

Leave it up to Lance to be more excited about sex than the overwhelming and emotional gender issue she was going through. Not like she could blame him: she was excited to try it, too. But as much as she wanted to let him slide in, even if just the tip, she had to figure this whole thing out first. Getting him on board was crucial.

“Only if you’re careful,” she warned, making sure to put some threat into her voice. “A-and only if you think of me as a girl for the rest of the night? Not just my body, but me. Your girlfriend, not your boyfriend. Can you do that?”

"I can do that," Lance said, his tone a mix of uncertainty and excitement. She didn't know what to make of it. "So can I...  say things like you're the prettiest girlfriend I've ever had?"

Charlie swooned, unable to believe this was really happening. Somehow, she managed to push through those emotions as she joked, "I'm the only girlfriend you've ever had. But yes, exactly like that. Trust me, it's weirder for me than it is for you."

"I believe it," he said. "It's still weird for me. But I kinda already sorta think of you as a girl? It's really hard not to."

Charlie clacked her beak gently. "I figured, but that's okay because I've been thinking of myself as a girl, too. Especially right now, when, you know." To make her point, she used her position on top to roll her hips, grinding her wet sideways cleft against the side of his shaft. Lance let out a little moan, with her following his example soon after, feathers getting all ruffled. "I can’t believe we're going to do this… Before Lexi left, I wasn't planning on doing more than getting licked by you, you know? Now we’re skipping that and going straight to this. It’s a little intimidating.”

“If you're not up to this, I can still lick you instead?” he offered hesitantly, sounding like that was the furthest thing from his mind right now. “But I reeeeally want to put it in right now. You have no idea. I just keep imagining how warm and tight you'll be.”

“And you have no idea how badly I want to feel you squirting inside me,” she countered in a single breath. Her heart rate spiked, pounding like the first time she went hunting by herself. “I think you could press yourself against my vent and squirt and I’d still be satisfied. Mhm, I wanna suck it all up.” Her cloaca wouldn't stop flexing. Rhythmic, powerful muscles squeezing over and over, instincts she wasn’t aware she had getting away from her. She never stopped grinding against him, stealing as much sensation as she could from this bizarre, thrilling moment with her boyfriend. “I'm gonna try staying on top, okay? You get kinda rough when you're about to finish, remember?”

Lance's ears fell. "Hey, that was one time…"

"Also our only time," she teased. Shaking her head after getting lost in his sky blue eyes, she added, "Don't worry about losing control. I'll take care of both of us."

Excitement brewing, Charlie leaned in and nuzzled Lance as she shifted forward, blindly trying to line up their vastly distinct sexes. She felt his tip smush against her feathery butt, sliding across moist, winking flesh, the reality of the situation riling her up unlike anything else. This was happening. She was going to lose her virginity to her best friend, her boyfriend, the best vulpix in the world. Her belly churned with liquid fire, a heat that spread to the tips of her wings and penetrated the innermost depths of her loins, invigorating her with nervous anticipation.

When she finally caught his taper on the upper lip of her vent, it sent sparks down her spine, her tail feathers fanning out due to the excitement. She took that as her cue to lower herself, putting pressure on his strange, wonderfully male organ, feeling it threaten to pop inside. Until, with a sudden, messy schlorp that she felt more than heard, it did.

Charlie keened softly, the delightful stretch of being penetrated by a penis for the first time in her life overwhelming for a little fletchinder like her. He was in. Actually, truly in. Even if it was just the tip, she hadn’t expected to go this far today, hadn’t even dreamed of it, but now that it was happening, now that her boyfriend was entering her, she wouldn’t have had it any other way.

But as she tried to take him in fully, disaster struck: he popped out, his penis deflecting to the side and making them both whine at the sudden loss of sensation. “Dang it,” she grumbled as his tip poked at her tail feathers, “let me just—”

Charlie shifted impatiently, her belly roaring with need and desire, the urge to get him in overpowering any other thought. Every poke against her vent as she tried lining them up stole her breath away, making it difficult to concentrate on just getting it in. Because if simply rubbing felt this good, she worried she’d finish before he could even have a chance of enjoying himself. Worse, her legs were already starting to shake, unused to supporting her body like this, and the thought of them buckling and impaling herself on Lance terrified—and aroused—her greatly.

It took a few tries to ‘catch’ him again. She cheered internally when it happened, when she felt her pulsing lips cradling his tapered tip. But just when she thought things were going well, he popped out, squirting pre out onto her feathers and leaving her just as frustratingly empty as before.

“Why is this so difficult?!” she cried, dejected by her failures to make this work. “I have a hole, you can fill that hole. It should be simple!”

The fact they were different species never crossed her mind.

“Maybe if I’m on top?” he suggested. “The angle is wrong, I think, because I can feel myself, uh, bending a little before popping out. Like there’s no room, even though we both know that’s not true.” He cracked a smile at that, making the fluttering in her belly grow even stronger. “I’ll be careful, promise!”

“It’s not… I trust you, I just… I don’t know.” She looked down at their connection, his penis having slipped to her front, pointing up at her face. Fluid oozed from the tube-like tip, the sight of which caused her to fluff up eagerly, her vent winking even faster. “If you really think that would make this easier, we can try it. B-but I’ll make this work next time! Now, let me get on my back, and— eep!”

Without warning, and with casual ease, Lance rolled her over onto her back, planting his paws on either side of her head. Suddenly she felt small, vulnerable, as though he could do anything to her and nothing she did would stop him. Hnnn, why am I so turned on right now?

“Sorry,” he said with a grin, not sounding very sorry at all, his cool breath washing over her face and making her poor stomach do backflips. “But I couldn’t help it! I’ve always wanted to do this, and I just— tell me when I can put it in, I really want to put it in… I’m gonna put it in.”

He growled the last few words, the uncharacteristic confidence in his voice only matched by the firmness of his length. It throbbed against her opening, threateningly, one thrust away from sinking deep into her technically incompatible tunnel. He was in control, and they both knew it.

“Someone’s pent up,” she tried to joke, but her voice sounded weak to her ears. She still couldn’t wrap her mind around what they were doing. She felt small, helpless, and completely, unbelievably horny. “Go ahead, but please go slow, and please, please, please, be careful. No matter how good it feels. Promise?”

She knew her nerves were getting the better of her, that he probably didn’t need to be reminded like this, but she couldn’t help it! Someone was about to stick an actual penis inside her, without her being in control. It was more than a little intimidating.

“Promise.“ That said, Lanced pushed forward confidently, only for said confidence to falter as his penis missed the mark so completely it ended up tickling her tail feathers. Pulling back, he tried again, and while he did manage to squish against the thick rim of her uppermost lip, he didn’t quite hit the mark, ending up wasting pre-cum all over her feathers. Suddenly, she didn’t feel so small anymore.

Maybe it wasn’t the position after all.

“Really, Lance?” she couldn’t help but tease. “I thought you could make this work if you’re on top!”

“I-I’m trying!” he whined, unable to look Charlie in the eye as he tried, and failed, to penetrate her. “It’s harder than I thought!”

Just when she was beginning to think she should try flipping them again, it happened. His tip caught on her bottom lip, but instead of being deflected, it got guided inwards, and with a sharp jerk of his hips and a loud moan, he was in, stretching her eagerly winking cloaca. The sudden penetration produced an embarrassingly sloppy squelch.

A self-congratulatory growl escaped Lance’s chest at his achievement, but all Charlie could think about was how deep he managed to bury himself on the first thrust. The pressure proved more intense than she expected. Not painful, she’d tell him immediately if it started to hurt, but intense in a similar manner to how his paw had been. It felt better, though, smoother and yet also somehow firmer, the perfect shape to scratch all her itches.

Lance managed to stuff her so full with that initial, smooth thrust that she swore she could feel his knot knocking on the entrance to her tunnel. She knew from their oral session his knot didn’t inflate until he was seconds from cumming, so it couldn’t have been that, but it was difficult to rationalize that with how big he felt.

Lance purred, a soft, gentle sound, eyes closed as he buried his muzzle into the fluffy feathers of her breast. Then he licked her, dragging his tongue across her feathers and surprising her into delighted giggles, her heart racing all the quicker at how intimate their first time was growing to be. It felt electric, in a good way.

Lance groomed her as he held himself still, either unable or unwilling to go deeper, but that was fine. She didn’t need much. Taking this slow was for the best. Each passing moment was a heartbeat closer to the inevitable climax, and she welcomed that tension to finish building. She’d finish first, she knew she would, because of course she would. How could she not? She was on a feather trigger on the best of days, so when something felt this phenomenal, this unique, was it any wonder she had doubts she’d last?

“What’s it like inside me?” she asked softly, genuinely curious, but also wondering if he was as close as she was. “Is it good? You feel great, but I can’t really imagine what it feels like on your end.”

He looked up from his position on her chest, his tongue peeking out from his muzzle with a strand of saliva connecting to a very obvious damp spot from where he was licking. “You feel perfect. Just, oh gosh, Charlie, this feels so much better than I thought it would feel! You’re warm, tight, and just so squishy… Mhm…” He inhaled eagerly, taking in her scent and unleashing an overdramatic whine. Did she really smell that good to him? “Better than you beak. Can I— can I go deeper? I want to go deeper… I’m soooo close...”

She squeezed him urgently at that admission, making them both moan. She wanted to feel it when he finished, to be filled, to experience the good side of being female, to forget about laying eggs. This was what she was born for, even if the details were somewhat blurred by the species difference.

“I’m close, too. Maybe we’ll cum together… I hope we cum together.” She curled her talons, one accidentally brushing along Lance’s right hind thigh, but he didn’t seem too bothered. His fur was too thick for her talons to pierce the skin. Her fluffy boy. “And yeah, you can go deeper. Go as deep as you’d like, okay? It doesn’t hurt, so…”

That seemed to be what the vulpix was waiting to hear. The instant the words left her beak, Lance jerked his hips and buried himself to the root. She curled her talons and spread her wings as far as they could go, squeaking at the suddenness of being filled. It was a little much, almost too much, but the sheer bliss in Lance's eyes as he claimed her, his expression awed as his balls and her quivering cloaca kissed, made any initial discomfort worth it. Besides, it quickly began to feel amazing, similar to how his leg and paw had felt, but the smooth, throbbing firmness of an actual cock had that beat, no question.

"I-I'm all the way inside you…" Lance exhaled visible ice crystals as he spoke, the cold mist evaporating into steam before it could reach her beak. "Oh, Charlie, I'm actually inside a vagina! Your vagina. I— You have no idea how good you feel." He licked her again. "I don't want to move... I mean, I really do want to move, but… can we just stay like this? I'm not going to last very long otherwise."

That admission had her heart pounding. She felt that good for him? Just the thought of what he might be feeling, what her body did for him, was amazing, building the tension rapidly as the seconds ticked by. Warmth and pressure, like a bright hot flame begging to be unleashed. She never wanted to let him go now. Never.

"You can cum in me whenever you'd like," Charlie assured him, looking up into his eyes with affection blooming throughout her body. Her insides squeezed again, making Lance gasp, his expression twisting into an adorable 'o'. "You're very cute when I squeeze, you know that?"

"G-get used to it," he managed to say through a gasp, "because you're squeezing a bunch… Is that on purpose?"

"No, I don't have much control over these muscles. I'm just—hnnn—really close. What about you? You're twitching a lot, is that— are you getting bigger? Is that your knot?"

Lance's ears fell. "S-sorry, I'm trying to hold it back, but I'm… I don't think I can last. Should I pull out? Or try to put it in yours, uh… what you said earlier?" He whined a little. "I don't want to pull out…"

Why'd she want him to pull out again? Her reasons felt so small, now that they were connected like this. She didn't want him anywhere else but her vagina. “No, stay in. Didn't I say you can cum whenever? So let's just cuddle and cum together, okay?"

Charlie couldn't imagine what this felt like for Lance, but she very much knew what it felt like for her. As much as she didn’t enjoy the comparison, it was like an egg was coming, stretching her poor vent, only without any of the agonizing contractions. Because, looking back, it had been her body that made that experience horrible, not the egg. How was that fair? The memory was hazy, like it had happened to someone else, that the pokemon who laid an egg wasn’t actually Charlie, but some other poor egg-layer.

She grunted as the tightness at her entrance increased, rapidly ballooning into something that, under the overwhelming arousal and hormones, sort of scared her. It was a baffling experience. Knowing It was just his knot didn’t make it any less anxiety-inducing. Was this safe? Would it hurt? What if they got stuck? What if—

Lance whimpered suddenly, and held himself perfectly still, as deep as he could, pleasure washing over his face as his knot expanded to its full size, locking them together. The feeling took her breath away, and before the twitching even began, she knew he was cumming. His expression scrunched up in a look of almost stunned surprise as he ejaculated. At first, she couldn’t feel anything beyond the obvious pumping happening deep inside, but eventually a new kind of pressure made itself known, along with a slick heat that sent her arousal skyrocketing.

“Oh geez, you’re actually cumming inside me,” she said with wonder, struggling to wrap her mind around it. “O-oh, that's warmer than I expected…"

“Mhm…” was all Lance said. She couldn’t blame him, as pleasure deep within her own underbelly rushed forth, seeing the delight in his face, even with his eyelids squeezed shut, enough to push her over the edge.

She was more than happy to join her boyfriend in his orgasm, and made that crystal clear when she nuzzled him firmly, sliding her beak across his muzzle, one side then the other, losing herself to that rhythmic clenching she so gloriously needed. Tensions unraveling, she felt as light as a feather, neither saying a word as their bodies throbbed and clenched and gushed together. She could feel herself squeezing him, noticed each and every contraction with stunning detail, her vagina and cloaca alike hungrily milking him like a vulpix kit suckiling their mother's teat.  

Lance seemed out of it. He looked straight ahead, eyes open again, albeit distant and glazed, a doopy grin slapped on his muzzle that told her just how great this was for him. It was difficult to focus on him when her crotch kept bursting with pleasure, but with willpower she didn't realize she had, Charlie managed to lean forward and nudge his lips with her beak. That broke Lance out of his stupor long enough to catch her eye, then press his muzzle to her beak, initiating the kiss she had been wordlessly asking for, taking the tip of her beak into his maw and suckling it in an interesting inverse of what was happening under her tail feathers.  

They didn't kiss like this often. It always felt a little awkward to her. This time she embraced it, parting her beak and slipping her tongue into his mouth, letting his unique flavor wash over her taste buds. While his tongue was larger and thicker, her's was lengthy and more prehensile, giving her tremendous control to easily assert dominance over Lance.

They passionately embraced, in body, mind, and soul, tongues wrestling and everything else connected, enjoying this wonderful moment for as long as it would last. But for Charlie, that wouldn’t be long at all; her orgasm ebbed away within seconds, leaving as swiftly as it began, like a wave that hit hard and receded even faster. And like a wave, it built again, the throbbing girth of Lance’s knot and twitching penis alike providing her with the exact stimulation she needed to be sent over the edge all over again.

And sent over the edge she was.

Charlie hadn't even fully realized her first orgasm was over before the next one crashed into her. Her cloaca collapsed around Lance, so hard that it even earned her a squeak from the still-cumming vulpix. He pulled away from the kiss with a gasp. "C-charlie, is that—are you—again?"

"Mhmmm," she answered after a moment's pause, gazing up at Lance with unfocused eyes. Because what else could she do? She was trapped in a constant cycle of pleasure, just like that time she mated with her own beak. Only now she was sharing it with another.

They stayed like that for what felt like eternity, but was likely only five minutes, simply enjoying the carnal delights of being knotted. She was glad he didn't end up thrusting. This was a gentler sensation, stroking all her nerves at once. Even if it would very probably leave her sore tomorrow, she was glad she tried this at least once.

Though, she thought while squirming a little, it is starting to get uncomfortable. It was like there was this pressure building within her vent. And as the frequency and intensity of her orgasms wound down, it grew increasingly difficult to ignore, the stretch that was initially fantastic beginning to feel… not so great.

So once her most recent orgasm finished, Charlie said, "Hey, can you pull out now? It's… starting to feel weird. Kinda bloated? Just how much stuff do you make?"

He looked at her funny, like he was confused by her question. "Uhh, I can't pull out. We're knotted, it's… you're squeezing, I… unless you stop squeezing, we're stuck like this for a while."

"But we're already been stuck for a while," she countered. "Can't you just pull out? Like you did when you got stuck in my beak?"

"I just told you— um, no, I'm really stuck. Your beak wasn’t nearly this tight, it’s squeezing me perfectly. It doesn't hurt, does it?"

She shook her head. "N-no, but it's getting weird. I think I can feel you squirting? And, uh, it's kinda filling me up, I think? If we’re stuck like this, could you at least wiggle a bit? I think I'll cum again." She looked away, clicking her beak. It felt weird to be asking him to help her cum again, even though it shouldn't. They were locked together by the junk, how can anything be more embarrassing than that?

"Okay, that's fair. I'm still cumming, technically, so I wouldn't want you to feel left out." He looked at her fondly, but then his eyes widened. "Oh! I just realized what you meant. I can feel the pressure, too! I didn't know I could squirt this much. Do you— do you think it's making it to your egg? That's… why is that so hot?"

Now that Lance brought it up, It was sorta hot for her, too. Would his ejaculation reach her developing egg? Even if they could have...babies, surely her egg was too far along to be fertilized, right? But what if it was fertilized? What if he bred me? What if I didn't have to go through that pain for nothing?

Her insides spasmed, and she reeled with the realization that the idea of being bred was enticing. I’m female. Her talons clenched. I'm breedable. Her beak parted. I’m fertile.

Feeling her peak only moments away, Charlie stared into Lance's eyes and begged, "T-tell me you're breeding me! Tell me how good it feels to squirt inside me, to fertilize my eggs, to give me your babies… I’m sooo close, please!"

Lance looked unsure, but her words seemed to reach something in him as he leaned down next to her head. "I'm squirting inside you,” he whispered breathily. “I'm filling you up. I’m breeding you like the vixen in heat you are. Oh, Charlie, I’m mating with you and I love it and I don’t want it to stop."

His words devolved into a whine, but despite the cheesiest of his words, how silly he sounded, and the fact what he said shouldn’t have been hot, for just a moment Lance was the sexiest he’d ever been. Her vision swam with a universe of stars, and she swore she almost fainted as her orgasm hit with all the subtlety of a lapras on land.

She stared into Lance’s eyes as she came on him, as she squeezed and milked the vulpix for everything he was worth. Feathers fluffing out, she couldn’t stop squirming squirmed, as though trying to escape the pleasure.

“Mhmmm, that was so hot.” She probably didn't have to say that, with how obvious it was with how hard she was cumming, but she liked to say it, she liked the communication. It made this crazy moment feel all the more real.

"Is that… is what I said really that sexy?” Lance asked, his own words strained by pleasure. She imagined it must feel good being inside someone who was clenching as much as her. “But we can't really have— I mean, we're too young! What would my mom think?!"

She laughed despite, or perhaps because of, his seriousness. "I don't actually want to have babies, dude!" She flinched internally: now she was talking like Lexi. "It's just, hot to pretend, you know? Doesn't the thought of all that stuff you're squirting into me going to use sound exciting? I can feel it, so deep… all that potential, mhm…"

Lance swallowed hard. She swore she felt him jerk even harder inside her. "Yeah, okay, that does sound hot. How deep do you think I am, anyway? Maybe I'm squirting straight into your, uh, whatever that place is called? That sounds nice."

"Oviduct," she corrected, "is what my dad told me was in there. He also said you guys have wombs, I guess? The girls, obviously. What I have is sorta the same thing, just that it makes eggs every freaking season cycle, apparently. Which is stupid.” The pleasure dwindled as she was talking, her vent fluttering with aftershocks but no real orgasmic pleasure. “Speaking of stupid, my orgasm is done. Again. How come yours lasts so long? That's so not fair."

He gave her an apologetic smile. "Sorry! If it helps, it doesn't really feel as good right now, you know? The beginning is amazing, but now it just feels comfortable and relaxing and a little like I’m peeing in spurts."

She cocked her head. "So it feels like you're peeing in me? You know I can’t relate to that, right?”

“Right, sorry.” Lance shuffled his legs and scooted his chest up, sliding his fluffy fur along her breast, muzzle close to her beak. The shift tugged on their tie a little, which sent a burst of sensation through her. Not nearly enough to send her over the edge again, but it was something. “I don’t know how else to describe it.”

“It’s okay, knowing you like it is enough.” She craned her neck to stare at their connection, watching as the puffy rim of her cloaca continued to flex around what was seemingly a thin and fleshy blue rod. But she knew that was only the root of his penis, that the real girth was trapped inside, stretching her as he pumped her full of seed. “Wow, we actually had sex, didn’t we? Like, you’re actually inside me, actually inside my body! I can feel you! In there! This is so crazy.”

“I know, right? I’m deep too. Your everything keeps squeezing me. Um, do you mind if I turn around?” He grinned sheepishly at her. “As great as this is, vulpix need to, uh, twist around to relieve the pressure. My parents told me about that. I didn’t think about it before, but I think they’re right. I feel weird not doing it. A little sore, and I’m all anxious. It’s really soft inside you, but… you know?”

“That’s okay, you can turn around. I don’t get it, but if you need to do it?”

Lance licked her cheek before swiveling around, one paw after the other. She exhaled suddenly when he started to twist his knot, sliding across her insides in all the best ways. It earned him another few squeezes. His butt was in her face once he finished, and he didn’t bother lowering his tails, giving her a grand view of his fuzzy balls and the still-twitching pucker directly above. Each squeeze of his anus preceded the pulses of cum within her vent, the squirts never ceasing, his penis always throbbing, even minutes after his orgasm.

“Ahhh, there we go,” he said once he was fully facing the other direction. It didn’t look that comfortable to her, but what did she know? “Arceus, this feels weird. Satisfying, though. I could get used to doing this.”

She opened her beak to reply—

“Hey! I’m back! Oooh, I see you two had fun.”

Startled, Charlie instinctively yanked away from Lance, but so too did the vulpix, resulting in a sensation not too unlike having her cloaca torn apart. She squawked at the sudden jab of pain, while Lance cried out as though he’d be burned, and for the first time she understood just how stuck they truly were.

Once she recovered from the unexpected agony, Charlie focused a glare so intense at Lexi that the weavile actually took a step back. “We’re BUSY!” she yelled, “Get out!”

“O-oh, hehe, my bad. Didn’t mean to startle you guys. But hey, my plan worked better than expected! Look at you two go! Yay.” Lexi stared at the two of them for a few more seconds, grinning like an idiot. But another, more angry, squawk sent the weavile rushing out of the room. Then her head peeked out from around the corner, though she thankfully covered her eyes with her claws as she added, “Sorry! Guess you lovebirds want some privacy, huh? Just came in to say that your dad is home, and we caught an old sawsbuck for dinner. Was a bunch of fun, hunting with your dad. He’s really good! I barely kept up. I’ll just… go make something up about what you two are doing. Like, I’ll say you’re kissing or something, so have fun!”

“W-wait, don’t tell him that!” Charlie called out, but Lexi was already off, cackling on her way down the tunnel. Her wings drooped. “Oh no. I don’t want Dad to think we’ve been kissing all night…”

“I mean, wouldn’t it be worse if he thinks we’re mating?” Lance chose that time to squirt extra hard into her. He looked over his back with a dopey grin. “Ha! See what I mean? Better he thinks I’m swallowing your beak than you’re swallowing my penis.”

Despite herself, Charlie snorted. “Good point. Jeez, could you even imagine if it was him who walked in on us? Like, he’d see your knot IN me. I’d never live it down. At least it was only Lexi… though, she’d probably have watched if I didn’t kick her out. Weirdo.”

“Hehe, yeah,” he agreed. “This feels private, just the two of us. But I think she’s lonely, which I can sort of understand.”

“Do you really think Lexi’s lonely?” she said. She hummed thoughtfully. “I never considered that. Maybe she could get with your older brother? He seems to like her."

"Ugh, he likes anyone. And Lexi finds him annoying, remember? I don't even want to think of them getting together."

"Come on, it would be funny!" She said, laughing. "Make her less horny, too. I think? Hang on, can weavile and vulpix have children?"

"Now that's a nightmare!" he said with exaggerated horror. "Lexi, a mother. Those poor sneasel."

"I think she'd be good at it," she defended. "She's good with your little sister, barely says anything lewd around her. Maybe having kids would force her to reign herself in? Be less, uh, pervy?"

Lance snorted, then started laughing, each chuckle felt deep within her vent as a throbbing jerk. It was a strangely erotic sensation. "Oooor her kids will be more curious and shameless than Sasha. One slip up and my little sister won't stop bothering everyone about what sex is."

"Ouch." Charlie winced. "That must be awkward. Did your mom give her the talk?"

"She did, I think, didn't help though. Made her more shamelessly curious if anything. No concept of personal space. Let's not talk about Sasha anymore, it's weird when I'm squirting. I really don't want to think of any of my sisters while we're tied."

She nodded in understanding. "Okay. Also, uh, can I be a boy again? I'm satisfied, now I just want to talk with you as we usually do. Are you okay with that? Me "

"It's up to you," Lance said. "Buuut, it'll be hard to think of you as a guy while I'm squirting in your vagina. I’ll try though."

He had a plan for that. "That's easy, just pretend you knotted my tailhole, and that we're both super gay." Lance choked, leaving him to trill with laughter. "Mhm, you feel amazing in my butt. Didn't realize how much you wanted to fuck my ass, dude!"

"C-charlie!" Lance gasped, ears flattened against his head. "It's sooo weird to hear you talking like Lexi."

"Kinda fun, though." Charlie shifted around, feeling sore lying on his belly in the same position. Especially when he couldn’t get away from Lance's iron grip. Or, maybe Charlie’s grip? He was squeezing a lot… "Hey, if I relaxed, would you be able to pull out? I'm still a little tense."

"Maybe? When Mom gave me the talk, she said our females will, uh, grip my knot," he sounded incredibly flustered, "kinda like a girl knot. It's also why we, er, they have spades, helps with the seal. You don't have that, so we probably could get out if you relaxed for a second? I don't want to though… not yet. Mhm…"

"Can you at least twist around again?" he asked. "I know you said this feels better, but I want to cuddle. Please? Cuddle with your boyfriend?"

Lance groaned, as though he really didn't want to, which sorta hurt, but then he rolled back around, twisting within him and generating intense friction despite how wet he was. Now facing him again, Lance scooted forward, jostling their tie, before collapsing next to him, placing his forelegs around him to drag him down too.

There they were, side-by-side, close as any two pokemon could be. "There," he whispered to Lance. He snuggled close, wrapping a wing around Lance. "Does this feel okay? It's not uncomfortable for your knot, is it?"

"It actually feels pretty comfy." He licked him across the beak. "You're really tight... your ass feels nice. What’s it like being such a gay bird?"

Charlie nearly burst into giggles. "I was joking, but that’s kinda hot. Maybe next time we can try my butt for real. I want to pretend I'm male, like actually male when we do that. That you're my boyfriend who's super gay for me. And I’m super gay for you."

"I'm already super gay for you," Lance said with a grin. "Squirting into my boyfriend’s butt, how much gayer could I get?"

"Hnn, that's really hot too. You know, you haven't licked me yet. Wanna save that for next time? Maybe I can hump your face like you humped mine? Squirt my boy stuff down your throat." He sighed with longing, the thought incredibly enticing, yet that crucial aspect was impossible. "I wish I could squirt down your throat… I know boy birds probably squirt like you do, I wonder what that would feel like."

"We can pretend," Lance said softly. "You leak a lot, so it won't be that difficult. I'd love to swallow your 'boy stuff' next time."

That sounded nice. He enjoyed the thought of being bred, so next time he'd embrace the other side. Not quite breeding someone, but spurting down their throat. Letting his instincts take over as he humped to his heart's content. Even if he couldn't ejaculate, not really, it would still be fun to pretend.

Yes, that would be nice. He could even end that session with Lance sliding into his other hole. The thought was a little weird, but it was how two males mated, at least from his understanding. And it couldn’t be weirder than having his vagina knotted, a vagina he didn’t even know about last season. Next time he'd fully embrace being male. See which was more fun, which he identified more with.

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