[b][u][center]Training Her Human For Catsithx By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Delphox was used to the silence that Ryan put on when they weren’t battling, or when they were in public. She knew that he had a lot of secrets, and she knew that she wasn’t supposed to speak of what they did in public. Not that anyone could understand her if she did say something, but there was always the chance that there was someone out there that could speak or understand the pokemon language, so she abided by what Ryan said. Even then, it was because he asked her rather than because she felt that there was anything wrong with what they were doing. But he was her trainer, and she was his Delphox, and that was all that mattered. They’d just finished a long day on the road and had checked into a hotel not that far from the Pokecenter. It was a small room, but a comfortable one. The rest of the team were still in their balls, and only she was allowed out at night. She sat at the edge of the bed, her legs half-spread, showing off her thighs to her master as he made a phone call. She loved the red on his cheeks as he tried to keep his voice steady for whoever was on the other line; it was so cute, and so beautiful, much like the fire that she wielded in battle. There were days when she wondered if she could manipulate the heat in his body the way she manipulated flames in battle, but she’d never been allowed to try. Maybe one day. “Okay. Okay, love you too,” Ryan said on the phone. “I’ll be home in a few weeks. Yes, yes, and I’ll take care. Yes. I promise. I’ll take - look, I gotta go. I gotta - I gotta go!” He was getting more and more frantic as she teased him, flicking her arm to let her stick drop from the fur ‘sleeve’ on her arm. She twisted it around, the branch coming up between her legs and rubbing over her hidden slit. Oh, he loved that. His cock just about jumped out of his pants, and he was groping himself with his mother on the line. What a shameless trainer. Smiling, Delphox remembered the day that she’d tempted him to fuck her just behind the gym. She remembered it well, feeling how hard he had become when he had finished beating the crap out of the grass trainer’s pokemon. She remembered how he’d wanted to wait to celebrate, but her mouth on his cock had been more than enough to tell him that she wasn’t going to wait. Not when he could fuck her right there. He had muttered in fear, whispering about people finding them, but she wouldn’t let him stop. Who cared if it was ‘wrong’ in the eyes of others? She was his Delphox, and he was her human. She gestured with the stick at him, focusing her powers on the end of it. A psychic blast opened his pants, fishing out his cock. She made it bounce up and down, and he barely managed to hold onto his phone. “Goodbye!” he shouted into it, hanging up. “Goddammit, Delphox, that’s not fair!” As ever, she didn’t say anything. She couldn’t, really. Not that he could understand. [i]One way...everything is one way…[/i] But she had known that would be the way it would go. Ever since she was a younger pokemon, ever since she had been training as a little vixen, she knew this was where it would end up. Her as his Delphox, him as her human. Him able to talk, her able to take. At least it was pleasant to take. He lunged across the room, grabbing her wrists and pulling them over her head. Delphox smiled at him, letting her stick hit the ground, spreading her legs far as she could manage in order to show off everything between them. Her pussy, her ass, and just how wet she was from teasing him. It was all that her human needed to see. With his cock already outside his pants, he dropped on top of her, a few false thrusts along her pussy lips before he managed to slip inside. She gasped at him, feeling that sheer size inside of her shocking her the way that it always did. Her eyes rolled back in her sockets, her breath coming in short, silent gasps as he worked himself deeper. “Oh, Delphox…” She knew that it was lust, not love that drove him to do this. She knew that she had his attention rather than a human through convenience, not dedication. But she had trained with him for so long, been with him through so many journeys that it was enough for her. She wrapped her slender legs around his waist, encouraging him to go deeper, to be rougher, to take her further towards ecstasy. She knew that he wouldn’t be able to last, wouldn’t be able to make it, but she knew that he’d try. That was what mattered. The trying. [i]Come on, Ryan...try...try hard...fuck me a bit faster…[/i] She wished that her words would come, that he could hear her, that he could know what she was thinking just this once. That maybe, if she tried hard enough, that her power of the mind could apply to telepathy as much as to telekinesis, that she could tell him how much he meant to her. But as it was, all she could do was whimper, gasping her name in her language, hoping he understood what to give her body. He thrust into her, forced himself deeper. She could feel the tip of his cock kissing places, giving pain as pleasure, pleasure as pain. Her back arched, her fur draped over the bed as he fucked her. His hands were finally taking her by the hips, pulling her back against him, forcing himself to go faster. She could feel every inch of his cock, feel the veins that were starting to pop along the side, feel [i]him[/i] as he rutted her, filled her, used her. Used her. She looked into his eyes, saw the way that he wasn’t entirely looking at her, but past her. Maybe he was thinking of a crush. Maybe he was thinking of another pokemon. Maybe he was thinking of a girl that he had seen on the road. Whatever he was thinking of, it wasn’t her. His cock liked her body. His mind wanted a human. Delphox sighed. He was her human, but she was his Delphox, and that was far less than a human. Nevertheless, she felt herself enjoying it, could feel her juices running between her legs, falling from her pussy to her asshole. She was getting close, feeling herself nearer the cusp than ever before. And of course, that was when his stamina ran out. She felt him lurch, felt his body stiffen above her before the heated goo splattered into her. It was a pleasure in and of itself, a heat and warmth that made her feel a bit of love down there. Love for her body, at least, even if it wasn’t preference. She ground herself against him, trying to milk him for more, but it was all he had for her. Delphox tried to hold him, but her limbs were weak, and he was able to pull her legs off his hips and her arms from his shoulders. He slid from her with a soft pop, the feeling as emptying as the slow ooze that dripped from her sex. It was cool by the time it ran down her thighs, and she sighed as he pulled off of her, lying down on the bed. He didn’t put her back in the ball, but neither did he pull her to him, as he sometimes did. As he once did. He hadn’t done that since he was eighteen. What was that, four years ago? Five? Six? Delphox sighed. Her human, indeed. Hers to look after, hers to satisfy. Hers to love, in her own way. She flicked her arm, her stick floating back. She considered putting it to use, but the moment was gone. To please herself now would be to wake him, and she had more loyalty than that. Getting to her feet, she walked to the shower unit of the hotel room, running the water to clean him from between her legs. She held his seed to her nose for a moment, taking in the scent, It was hot and thick, masculine, what she remembered… And then she let it fade away, washing from her fingers before she lifted one leg, holding it against the wall and letting the water run over her lower parts. She closed her eyes, remembering his face. [i]My human…[/i] There was a part of her that wanted to cry, but she held back. She had made her choice. She would serve, and she would do everything that she was asked. As his Delphox, she would give him everything. She would be as close to his everything as he would ever let her be, whether it was as his bedmate, as his fighter, as his team leader… As anything he asked. So long as he gave her a smile, so long as he gave her his time in bed, so long as she remained [i]something[/i] to him...she would give him everything. Soon, she was clean, and she stepped out from under the water, pulling a towel down and getting everything as dry as she could manage. If she’d been out in the open, a flare of heat would have been sufficient, but indoors, it would damage things. She let her fur sit a bit damp on her thighs, allowing it to dry while she looked back at her human. He was asleep, his dick still hanging out, his back to the wall and his front towards the rest of the room. His eyes were closed, not even watching her shower. He was drained after that session. Shaking her head, she left the bathroom and dragged the blankets over him, settling them over his shoulders before sitting by him on the bed. She reached out and dragged her clawed fingers across his cheek, and for a moment, for the tiniest second, she saw the young man that had taken her as his first pokemon. She saw, for that tiniest instant, the sheer joy and wonder that she had fallen in love with all those years ago. This time, there was no holding back the tears, but she could at least bury them in a pillow where he couldn’t see. Tomorrow, she would be the leader again. Tomorrow, she would be a fighter, a sultry courtesan, his Delphox. At that moment, she was nothing more than a sad, lonely little Fennekin again. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]