Author's Note

Edited on 2/21/2024. Didn't change much but noted one cringy bit of dialogue between Sike and Ebon.

Ponyta Pass

The two siblings slept in, and they weren't the only ones. The sun was high in the sky before they’d climbed out of their sleeping bag — and only after Ebon had unknotted himself from Edelweiss’s inviting pokénest — and went to bathe in the river. She’d been insistent on keeping quiet as he worshipped her majesty for the better part of the night — and again as they bathed — pumping a week's worth of pent-up sexual frustration into his sister’s willing womb.

“You slept well!” Glassie winked at Ebon and Edelweiss as she sat down to a breakfast of miltank sausage, dried oran berries and shredded tall grass in the camp’s kitchen tent.

“I could say the same about you, Glassie. Must be that fresh mountain air agreeing with us.” A momentarily sated Ebon took a deep breath and sighed contentedly.

“Or the smell of fresh grass against your coat, eh, Ebon?” Edelweiss, dressed in her flower apron tickled the umbreon’s nose with the tip of her tail before joining the rest of the party around the cooking fire.

“Oooh! Check that out, Sike. Even Edelweiss is starting to loosen up! Not that she had much of a choice considering what was going inside of her!” Glassie gave Ebon's sensual sister a knowing look.

Sike didn’t reply but Ebon could hardly blame her. She and Glassie had walked into the tent with their tails tied behind them like lovestruck teens after their first kiss, and she hadn’t taken her eyes off Glassie once. The purr motor in her throat was going full bore; wetness along the surface of Glassie’s neck and ears showed evidence of recent intimate grooming between the two eevees.

“Psh! Take you all night to think of that one, Glassie?” Edelweiss retorted between mouthfuls of sausage.

"Are we just flat out admitting to the team we're having sex now?" It would have been nice to talk to me about this first, sis!

"Yes, she is. And no we don't care." Glassie said dismissively. "but we appreciate that you don't keep the team up all night! Artecuno knows, if I were you, I'd be tempted!"

"That's more like it!" Edelweiss rapping an empty plate on the bench. "Keep in that flattering state of mind and there's hope for you yet of getting some of this!

Ebon grunted. I guess if the team doesn't mind, it doesn't matter. I just hope they don't find out about Edelweiss being my sis-

“Hey, Sike. You may want to eat some actual food before we head to Ponyta Pass. You’re going to need your strength!”

Sike turned to face Edelweiss in apparent confusion that others were in the room with her, given how her eyes went wide upon looking up and seeing Edelweiss and Ebon. “Wha? Oh. I guess so…”

Sike never released her hold on Glassie’s tail all through breakfast, Ebon noted. Thankfully she was at least looking at everyone else and nodding at all the right times as the topic of the morning took a turn for the substantive as the last bits of sausage were finally gobbled up.

Ebon wiped his muzzle with his handkerchief and cleared his throat in a request for silence, to which all present respectfully complied. “So… I’ve been having a good think about what we’re going to face inside this mystery dungeon, and my thoughts about our current situation. To put it simply, we still know almost nothing. But what little we’ve learned thus far is encouraging.

“We haven’t spotted any outlaws since arriving here weeks ago and there haven’t been any aggressive moves from the denizens of Ponyta Pass itself. I can’t remember the last time I’ve visited such a peaceful place.” The team nodded at Ebon’s words. “So I’ve decided that we’re going to treat our current mission as a diplomatic visit and make an overture of peace to the pokémon living here.”

“Peace sounds good to me!” Edelweiss piped in. “So long as my leaves stay sharp, if you get what I’m saying.”

“You mean we won’t have to fight at all?” Sike added, sounding relieved. “Seems a rare commodity for explorers.”

“Not as valuable a commodity compared to raiding ruins filled with savage pokémon, but one I can live a lot easier with,” Ebon replied grimly as he licked the remaining specks of food off the fur of his muzzle.

Glassie shook her head. “Combat makes all pokémon stronger, Ebon. It elevates the civilized and the savage alike! It’s an insult to the savages we’ve brought out of the darkness to suggest a good beating wasn’t exactly what they had coming.”

“This all seems a bit too deep for us four to decide on our own, doesn’t it?” Edelweiss said uncomfortably.

Ebon had to agree with his sister about that. The truth was no one really understood why some pokémon were intelligent and capable of living peacefully while others were little more than territorial beasts. Making matters all the more complex were the existence of ‘savages’ as Glassie had referred to them — semi-organized bands of wild pokémon who would sometimes surrender after being fought to submission in honorable combat in close-quarters. Most would be allowed to flee after being defeated, depending on the circumstances.

What was at least clear was that ferals were fair game as sources of food in the wilderness while nuts and seeds cultivated in the peaceful settlements of Pokémon World provided the necessary protein for the omnivorous eevees among others.

“And yet, if given the choice between peace and war, we ‘civilized’ often choose war for the benefit it offers to us.” Ebon wasn’t sure where that thought had come from, or why he had suddenly decided to tackle such a large issue just before a mission, but it felt wrong not to say out loud. “It’s not unlike rescue and explorer teams who exploit their clients and other teams just trying to do the right thing. I don’t claim to be some vaporeon pacifist, Glassie, but the line between a good pokémon and a bad one begins to blur when you start pillaging their stuff and justify it by calling them ‘savage’.”

Glassie sat quietly for a moment, tapping her empty plate with one of her claws before speaking. “I think you give savages too much credit, Ebon. But I understand your point about being peaceful if only because we’re hundreds of miles away from backup and we don’t exactly know if the pokémon we face are savage or just very isolated civilized folk.”

“That seems like a fair compromise for now.” Ebon hefted the Explorer’s Bag with one paw. “We’re going to offer to trade with them — bring some of the gear from our bank and sell it for poké to fund this expedition if they’re willing to play nice. Maybe make us some new friends out of all of this. If they attack us, we use the escape orb back to camp, equip ourselves suitably for battle and you all know the rest.”

“Do I ever!” Glassie’s blue eyes and the tips of her pearly-white fangs positively gleamed.

With consensus appearing to have been reached, Ebon called it to a vote. “All in favor, say ‘aye’.”

All four present affirmed the plan.

“We leave for the entrance within one hour.” Ebon looked into the eyes of his team, praising the creator of all pokémon that he should be so blessed to serve with each of them. “May Arceus watch over all of you today.”

“For glory, for money, and for eevee!” Glassie saluted Ebon with one paw over her eyes.

“For the brother I love…” Edelweiss began to say when Glassie and Sike gave her a baffled look, “...back in Eevee Village!”

Really smooth, sis. That wasn’t a completely transparent lie, not at all, Ebon thought to himself, giving his sister a grimace.

Sike threw her forelegs around her new partner and gave her a hug. “For Glassiiiie!”

“D’awww!” Edelweiss exclaimed. “You two are adorable together. Don’t ruin a good thing, Glassie!”

Glassie gave a sort of resigned chuckle. “You know me, Edelweiss, Ebon. I always do.”

*****

The four teammates stood in a single file line at the kangaskhan statue, withdrawing everything from their bank back in Treasure Town they’d need. Neither of them questioned how this was possible or who even put the statue in front of the entrance. It was a matter of concern to Arceus and no one else.

Ebon just wished the statue could move much larger quantities of goods through it, like the barrels of seeds and fruit he kept back home. Maybe even lumber, heavy tools, oran and apple trees to make settlement easier. Alas, life could only be convenient to a point and no further.

Ebon placed a special parcel into the statue, detailing all the actions they’d taken while at their camp, how to find it and where they were going. If they fell in battle, they could expect no one to rescue them but there would at least be a record of their deeds and a place of refuge the next group of explorers could use before taking on the dungeon themselves.

“Listen, I’m not saying I don’t trust my combat ability, but I’m glad you’re taking point and not me, Ebon. Just in case they do decide to fight,” Sike said timidly as Ebon set the party’s order of march with himself in the lead.

Ebon paid her no mind. “Edelweiss, you’re the caboose. Glassie, right behind me as always. Sike, you’re on orb duty but don’t throw out the escape one unless I say so! This is not the time or place for panic.”

“Aye, sir,” Sike replied, downbeat.

Ebon looked back at Sike. “This isn’t the time for doubting yourself either! You’ve got ability but you lack confidence and patience. Let the enemy see nothing but your smile; this is what the guild master taught me. So show them your smile as you smite them!”

Sike smiled sweetly. “Yes, sir!”

“There’s a good eevee.” Ebon nodded his approval and gestured for the column to move.

Ponyta Pass

4F

Ebon stopped to check his map again. They had made good time thus far; three floors had come and gone with little action to show for it. But also nothing in the way of treasure.

He could see himself and his team, represented by four yellow dots, set in a line moving forward between one room to the next with the unexplored part of the floor left resolutely blank. If there had been anyone meaning them harm, he’d see a red dot appear on the map but there’d been nothing. If there was any treasure to be collected, it’d register in blue but the place was barren.

If things had been uneventful, they’d at least been peaceful, even beautiful in terms of scenery. Upon climbing the stairs to the fourth floor, Ebon saw the room they were standing on was filled with colorful, luminescent gemstones that sparkled brightly off of Ebon’s golden glow. Mysterious pink water trickled down the walls and pooled in low spots on the cave floor from some unknown water source.

“That might be poison. Be careful, team!” Ebon announced, the four threading their way through the maze of watery obstacles between themselves and the doorway on the opposite side of the room.

Edelweiss grunted and Ebon could only imagine from the muffled thud, her face had recently come into contact with a soft, lavender espeon rump. “Sike, why did you stop?”

The sound of a paw being shoved into one of the pink pools was heard, followed by the soft pitter-patter of water on stone.

“Whatever this pink water is, it isn’t poisonous,” Sike announced to the party.

“Do I even want to know why you decided to find out for yourself? ” Ebon grit his teeth.

“I saw a pink stone at the bottom of one of the pools and picked it up!” Ebon turned back to see her sitting down with it, cradled in her forelegs like an egg. “It’s warm to the touch!”

“Hmm. Well, if it isn’t killing you, I suppose there’s no reason you can’t hang on to it. Let’s keep going but let me know if that gem starts doing something evil. You never really know with that sort of thing.”

“Okay, Ebon.” Sike tucked the gem into her chest fluff and started walking again.

“All this water and no water or ground types,” Edelweiss groused.

“Bah! Every second dungeon we go into is filled with water and ground!” Glassie retorted. “Where are all the flying-types?”

“Keep your ‘ominous wind’ death fetish to yourself, Glassie! I want to make it back to Treasure Town alive!”

“Ahh chill out, you two!” Sike gave a carefree giggle. “This place isn’t so bad. I don’t know why I was ever afraid of coming in here.”

Glassie cackled. “One bit of treasure and Sike is all about adventuring! Here’s to many happy returns, partner!”

Having successfully cleared the water obstacle they entered a winding corridor, so narrow not even two eevee could walk abreast one another.

“Yeah… it’s so weird. I’ve never felt so… completely okay in all my life.” Sike replied blissfully. “This sounds crazy but I think this pink stuff is good magic. It feels like I’m somehow closer to all of you since I picked that stone up. Like I want to — Arceus, this sounds creepy — like I want to be somehow closer.”

Having ears that paradoxically faced backwards — unlike his eeveelution kin — Ebon could not only pick up on every word but every inflection change in those speaking behind him, even if they were a great distance away. He didn’t need psychic powers or backward-facing ears to know that Sike was extremely turned-on and his body, knowing what it liked, acted accordingly.

Go away, boner! Ebon mentally chastised his illicit erection.

“Close enough to start reading their minds?” Glassie asked; the dangerously devious edge to her voice causing Ebon to involuntarily whimper.

Please don't read my mind. Please don't read my mind. Please don’t-

Oh, Ebon! Glassie was right about you! Sike’s voice invaded a hapless Ebon’s mind.

Craaaaaaaaaaaaap! Ebon felt his erection throb so hard it brushed up against his furry belly followed by an accompanying wave of lightheadedness. Some pokémon had told him in the past he had a big heart but even that had a hard time filling in an erection of his size without making sacrifices elsewhere. Sike, this isn’t the best time to be scanning my mind. Think of the mission!

But I can feel your thoughts, Ebon! Even still you’re becoming more aroused at the thought of me. This is so cool! Sike continued her mental dialog. I’ve always thought you’d make a desirable mate! I would have never guessed you felt that way for me.

Sike… Please, we can’t be doing this right now! “Ow!” Ebon’s face bumped straight into the wall of the cave.

Glassie wasn’t even bothering to muffle her laughter.

Behind him, Edelweiss growled. “Whatever you’re doing to our leader, Sike, it’s not very helpful. Please stop.”

Sike gave a pout and broke the psychic connection. Ebon thanked Arceus for that one small favor. Though somehow, he felt more distracted than ever, navigating the dungeon ruminating on the fact that one of his subordinates not only knew how badly he wanted to stud his nubile, young recruit, but that his erection would possibly never go down at this rate.

Ponyta Pass

15F

A welcome distraction at last for Ebon arrived in the form of treasure, though as he couldn’t be sure whether or not the denizens of this particular dungeon were friendly or not, he made the painful decision to leave it all behind.

Hordes of poké coins, useful hold items, and other valuables were piled up inside rooms behind unlocked heavy wooden doors. They were lit with the dying embers of the twilight sun streaming in through barred windows that opened to stark and barren gray cliffs covered in jagged and spiky stones.

And yet, there wasn’t a guard in sight, as if the treasure held no value at all. The real shocker was when they discovered what appeared to be the dungeon’s ‘larder’. Boxes and barrels of seeds and berries of all types were piled high against the smooth stone walls, such that they could only scarcely be seen.

The water that seeped into the lower floors thankfully wasn’t present here, but the cave still felt very cool — perfect for storage. The home-y interior of floor fifteen now more closely resembled the interior of a castle. The small room they were standing in was lined with wooden beams on the ceiling and floor that must have taken great care to hammer into place by either a pokémon with hands or a psychic-type. Torches were bracketed to the wall as well and there were basic wood chandeliers holding a number of worn, wax candles. These were unlit and would remain so with no source of fire between the four of them.

“That settles it. These are obviously civilized pokémon living here.” Ebon whistled, thumping the side of one of the rough-wooden barrels with his paw. “I think it’s also reasonable to suggest they don’t come here very often and never anticipated four explorers to come marching in the back door. They must have another way of getting in that they keep a closer watch over.”

“That sounds reasonable. But we’ve already climbed fifteen floors and we still haven’t encountered anyone.” Sike pointed out towards the hall. “We should find something to sleep on and have something to eat.”

“I can’t think of a reasonable objection to that. Though for the sake of our hosts, let’s eat from our bag and not from their stash.” The rest of the team nodded at Ebon in agreement.

Glassie brought a paw to her chin, looking contemplative. “I think whoever lives here might have some objections to us being here at all, given all this food and loot. Best be on our guard. Sleep together here in this room, bar the entrance and post a watch to keep an eye on the map for hostiles.”

“Oh, I don't know about all that, Glassie!” Sike waved a dismissive paw. “I think whoever finds us will be more surprised than anything finding us sleeping in their home, drooling all over their crates of food. Maybe... and this is just an idea... you and Edelweiss can go scout out some rooms for us. And I can stick around... here? Yeah! And help Ebon with the first night watch.”

The look Glassie gave Sike was as if the espeon had sprouted antlers.

Eben and Edelweiss shared a look. Psychic abilities were entirely unnecessary to read her mind.

“You’re all pretty tired and it will be dark soon,” Ebon started to pace the hallway slowly. “I’m sure it will be okay to sleep in your own rooms. I can take the first watch. If I need you, I’ll signal distress.”

He pawed at the command medallion he wore around his neck at all times. It bore the likeness of his face and would allow him to give instructions to his team even when split up inside a mystery dungeon.

“Ebon, I…” Glassie started to say. Ebon had never seen her act so indecisive with her words before and would do anything to be able to read her mind right then. “I could use food. Let’s eat!”

Glassie wiggled her ears and gave Ebon a sly grin.

Not a single challenge from Glassie on the logic of splitting up. Steel-clad proof of the sleeping arrangements being a trap to set up him and Sike, even if Glassie wasn’t in on it from the beginning, judging by her earlier reaction. Regardless, her consent was the final nail in his proverbial coffin.

“Seems I’ve entered the monster house, huh?” Ebon grinned sheepishly as he opened up his bag, withdrawing four apples and placing them next to his incomplete dungeon map on top of the barrel he was standing next to.

Across from him, Sike put on the least-convincing smile Pokémon World had ever borne witness to.

His recently subdued erection began to creep back up again.

“You bet your eleven inches you have, boss!” Glassie turned towards the door, scooped one of the apples up with her ribbony tail, and casually tossed the apple on top of her head, balancing it effortlessly as she strutted from the room — abandoning him to his fate.

Ebon turned to face Edelweiss, knowing he had to say something to her. “I will talk to her. We’ll sort this out, okay?”

Edelweiss nodded as the leafy skin beneath her toffee eyes crinkled ever so slightly, filling his heart with ease once more. “Don’t let it stop there if you’re willing. We trust you, Ebon. Now trust yourself and do what’s right.”

She leaned in and planted a kiss on Ebon’s cheek, tickling his belly and engorged pokéhood with her grass tail, though she kept it carefully out of view of the others. “If you need me, you’ll know where to find me. Goodnight!”

Ebon's sister left, her apple dinner stowed behind one ear and gently closed the door shut behind the remaining pair.

Filled with an impulse to jam his eyes shut, he did so. His face was aflame — the embarrassment rising to the surface once more.

“I’m not very good at starting conversations. Help me out?” Sike’s voice battered at the walls of his sheltered mind, but this time, he wouldn’t let her in.

“You saw… everything, Sike.” Ebon’s eyes remained closed.

“More than you know, Ebon. I saw into the minds of Edelweiss and Glassie too.” His sensitive ears could just make out the gentle pattering of dainty paws as she crept closer. “I think… if we could all read each other’s thoughts, this would all be so much easier to talk about.”

“I’m afraid to ask but I have no choice,” Ebon was trembling slightly now. “Do you know about me and Edelweiss?”

“I was surprised but yes,” Sike replied with an air of forced calm. “I understand that sort of thing is okay where you’re from. I don’t get it but I respect the traditions of your town. You’re not a bad pokémon, just different in your outlook is all.”

“I see. I’m relieved to hear you say that, Sike.” Ebon’s eyes remained firmly closed as he heard Sike sit down next to him. He couldn’t help but marvel at how quiet her tail was as it swept back and forth across the floor and couldn’t help but imagine how plush it’d feel against his paws.

“Your love for her is genuine, and hers is for you as well. Or, so I guess,” she ended somewhat lamely. “I mean I’m not an expert on love or anything like that, but it didn’t feel deceptive or shallow. It’s really hard to explain reading minds. Just trust me, okay?”

“I trust you, Sike,” Ebon muttered. “I’m just worried about what Glassie said and what it means about me.”

Sike pressed her body against his and for the first time he felt it. Softer than the finest silk and warm to the touch. The touch of an espeon.

He opened his eyes and looked at her face. The orb on her forehead glowed softly with solar energy — the source of her great power. It was duller than usual, no doubt from the lack of direct sunlight which had retreated behind the distant treeline and cast their room into semidarkness. He lit the golden rings on his body; all the better to illuminate his beautiful companion.

The exhaustion she was feeling must have been intense. Seeing her state, he was immediately relieved they’d stopped exploring when they did, making a note to let her bask in the morning rays of the sun before they continued their journey.

Sike giggled as she again read his mind. “I appreciate your consideration for my well-being, Ebon. But I’m not completely drained of power just yet.”

“Sike…”

“Yes, Ebon?”

“Telling me what I’m thinking… Answering my thoughts…You’re a full-fledged espeon teammate now.” Ebon made what passes for a grin to the naturally aggressive-looking dark-types like umbreons — opening his maw wide and flashing his teeth — and the two started chuckling, eventually bursting into laughter.

They remained sitting there for some time, Ebon contentedly feeling his partner’s body against his. The tension slowly drained away but for a knot that remained and that he alone could address.

“Sike, about my sister… Is she upset with me? About my desires? What will come of me and Edelweiss? I want to be with her but I know I can’t.”

Sike began to purr again and the remaining tension that had settled deep within his soul began to melt away. Ebon felt his own throat begin to rumble in reply. Purring was a trait both espeons and umbreons shared and Ebon felt it served its purpose well at that moment.

“Ebon, none of us has any idea whether you’ll end up with your sister or not, but she is genuine in her love for you. If you… do the, uh, thing… with me…” Sike groaned and smacked herself on the forehead. “That sounded so ridiculous, I might just die.”

“I think I know what you’re saying, Sike.” Ebon draped a leg over her shoulder and kissed the back of her ear at its base. “I believe you, Sike. I trust you. I trust all of you with my life.” He kissed it again, trailing his tongue across its considerable length. “Sometimes, I need to be reminded of what you all mean to me. What you mean to me right now…”

“Ebon… don’t stop,” Sike spoke in barely a whisper, and Ebon wasn’t about to.

In the silence of the sealed room, each kiss seemed accentuated ten-fold. Her gentle moans were soon joined by an erotic fragrance from her hindquarters from his insistent aural grooming.

Bite them, Ebon. Let me feel your hunger for every part of my body. Sike communicated directly into his mind.

Ebon licked his lips and growled softly before starting to gently mouth her sensitive ears with his fangs. As you wish, my beautiful and sensuous Sike.

A little harder. Make it hurt but just a little! Sike quickly fired back into his thoughts.

How much is a little? Your ears are super sensitive! Ebon thought back in some worry to her.

Enough to make me a little scared. Just try something! Sike was sounding really impatient now.

Okay, okay! Even by eeveelution standards, this was a bit more intense earplay than Ebon was used to. It sounded like she wanted him to use her pride and joy like a baby eevee’s chew toy.

He growled again and nipped her sharply across the back of her ear and helical fold, causing her to emit a yowling moan loudly enough to echo repeatedly against the walls. A single drip of honey-scented secretion splashed onto the floor.

“Oh, Ebon~!”

She continued chanting his name softly as he repeated the treatment on both of her ears, licking those parts which he bit as a sort of apology, half-expecting her to react angrily at any moment.

She never did, though her erotic flow did intensify along with her intoxicating pheromone fragrance.

Walking around behind her, he stuck his nose beneath her tail and inhaled her scent deeply, allowing the exquisite espeon aroma to captivate him fully before crouching low and pressing each of his paws against her rump. Pausing only briefly to savor the moment, he spread them apart to reveal more of her feminine entrance to him; the puffy and slightly darker lavender lips of her labia separated with a wet squelching sound to reveal a treasure far more valuable and enjoyable than anything they could ever find in a dungeon.

“Aw… abandoning my ears so soon?” Sike asked, sweetly. “Not that I’m not really worked up already!”

That’s how it is, eh? I’m not letting you off that easily, Sike. Ebon got up and sat back down in front of her, stroking one of her ears in his paw. “You want me to work for it, don’t you? Don’t feel ashamed to ask better of me, Sike. I must do my best as your leader to take care of all of you.”

Sike cooed at his touch. “You’re not the umbreon I used to know. I-I love this one even more!”

“I love you too, Sike.” The two eeveelution’s muzzles touched as they leaned in close, pressing softly together in what was initially the most tender of kisses.

More. More! Sike’s telepathic voice spoke once more as she licked the spot of her lips where his lips had touched.

As you wish… He kissed her again, more roughly this time, their tongues dueling fiercely as the sound of popping saliva filled the room. Ebon found Sike surprisingly assertive by the standards of his previous conquests. He was once again struck by how odd this was for such a timid espeon to change this much over the course of a day, but he was also unable to give the thought much attention as they continued mouth wrestling — the time fast slipping away from him in a haze of heated passion.

Ebon felt her start to pull back and he moved to break their sloppy kiss that dribbled down his muzzle and neck.

Sike’s cheeks were dark purple; her mouth curled up in a fang-toothed silly smile. Umbreon’s golden light shined back at him brightly off of her gorgeous purple sclera. Her building lust echoed back at him through their shared psychic connection. She needed to be relieved of at least part of her burden.

So he lunged towards her left ear, sloppily licking its interior clean as her squeaky moans began to echo ever more loudly against the stone walls. The sloshing noises of spit echoed deliciously through his own ears where his tongue made contact; he could only imagine the sound it was making in Sike’s.

But he didn’t have to imagine the feeling which had begun bleeding through into his own mind to the point it felt like he was licking his own ear. He felt the tip of his pulsing erection begin to chill from the night breeze cooling his precum saturated slit.

This worship. This pleasure! Ebon, I’m going to cum! Sike gave out a long, loud cry as her knees gave slightly and the cacophony of sound from a very satisfied female rose up from the floor where it’d streaked a viscous, fragrant trail of espeon love honey across it.

“Ebon… you did that… from my ear alone!” Sike breathed heavily as she leaned on him heavily, ready to collapse to the floor below.

“I hope you’re ready for more. By the time I’m done with you, we’ll both need elixirs!” Ebon punctuated his words with another strong nip to her ear.

“You have my full permission to do whatever you want with me, Ebon!” Sike turned and presented herself fully to him, flagging her tail to the side.

But he wasn’t in any mood to mount her just yet.

Her heavy tail flicked up and down, its forks slapping against his rump suggestively as he kneeled down with his forelegs and began slowly peeling back his lover’s imposing labial mounds with his tongue to tease out the most sensitive parts of her pokénest as she non-verbally and non-psychically conveyed her approval.

“Bless you, Sike. You are perfect.” Ebon stopped to rub his face against Sike’s rump, delighting in the feel of its supple softness and warmth against his face. The fine lavender hairs tickled him with each pass.

“S-so are Glassie and Edelweiss,” Sike replied. “We all love you. I have seen it!”

“It’s like I can feel them with us too…” Ebon muttered, unthinking. But that’s nonsense talk, he decided. How can he, a dark-type possibly know that?

And yet somehow, he knew it must be true. Glassie’s mischievous spirit and Edelweiss’s protective soul were present with them in the room. This is what they wanted for the four of them; a union not only forged in mutual combat, blood, sweat, and treasure but of flesh.

He wanted them both, too. He wanted them all! But here and now, it was Sike who would have his full attention. I will take my time on you, Sike. This I promise.

Ebon licked her slickened labia clean of honey from her previous orgasm and began slowly working his tongue inside of her. Searching for her erogenous zone was made all the easier by their psychic link, though given his long experience with lovemaking, he hardly needed it. Words had given way to the primal language of the espeon species as her lust and love for him crooned intermittently through her voice box.

Her cries only grew louder and more insistent as his tongue came into contact with her diminutive clitoris. He teased and tickled it with his long wet tongue, massaging her rump as he worked.

You’ve done this many times before. Edelweiss wasn’t wrong! Sike’s voice broadcasted to him as she made a particularly loud screech, the churning of her inner walls intensifying by the second.

I had to train and get better so I could be my best for you, Sike. Ebon replied in a like manner.

Sike began to trill, the sound growing louder and louder until her walls squeezed themselves gently around Ebon’s tongue, a tremor in her hind legs forming until she gave an echoing cry and a rush of honey-like spoor flooded into his eager maw. He trapped it, letting it pool on his salivating tongue to better savor its flavor.

Sike turned to look at him, apparently pleased. “Waiting for me to watch you swallow it? Such a gentlemon!”

Ebon opened his mouth wide, displaying his well-earned prize to her before gulping it down thickly. “Now I know what a gold gummi tastes like!”

The pair shared another laugh before nuzzling each other affectionately.

“Ebon… you’ve been very kind to me and I almost feel bad having to ask you for another favor but… you’re my first.” Sike turned from him and lifted her rump high into the air, kneeling low on her front legs with her tail tilted to the side. “Please… be gentle with me.”

“I will, Sike.” Ebon straddled the smaller pokémon who wrapped her agile forked tail around his back. It was like being gripped by a pair of pincers but much nicer! Sike was nervous but very eager as his pointed meaty tip slowly slipped its way past her virgin lips; she was so wet and ready that he slid in with astonishing ease.

“By Arceus himself, you’re a great fit!” Ebon said huskily. Most eeveelutions had a tough time handling his stature in the past to the point he’d actually been turned down a lot for sex. He didn’t like to admit it, but it was a big reason why he’d focused so much on oral technique. The one partner he’d had previously that could reliably fit him had been his one and only sister.

He pressed himself in deeper, Sike grunting softly as her slickened walls accepted him inside one exquisite inch at a time. As it was with his sister, several of his inches remained outside in the cold unable to fit. “You’re holding up well!”

“Not the brutal agony I was expecting!” Sike cooed. “Glassie told me I’d bleed like a stuck tepig my first time!”

“Who knows. Maybe she did!” Ebon replied. “It’s different for every female. I can lie and say you did if you want…”

“Ooooh yes! I like that idea! She'll think I'm super-tough!” Sike gushed gleefully, a contented silence falling between them as Ebon began thrusting his hips.

Ebon rocked gently back and forth, spurts of espeon honey drenching his sack with each thrust, filling the air with the sensual sounds of fluid and air mixing inside a very erotic pink tunnel. Sike’s will throbbed into his head, her thoughts urging him to nip and bite at the ruddy fringes of her immense ears, to sate her desire to taste but a small manageable pain to season the waves of pure pleasure like a dusting of hot powdered oran berries on a sausage. Sparks of fear triggered by primordial eevee instincts to flee hungry predators were followed paradoxically by sudden attachment to the source of her very fear.

It was unreal being able to feel another pokémon’s kink, her hidden fetish, being satisfied in real-time.

“Ebon, I’m fertile. Give me your seed. I want to… carry your egg.”

Though his heart all but melted to hear those words, he stopped mid-thrust. “Sike… You’re sure about this?”

“Fill me, Ebon. Let me carry your young. Breed me. P-please?"

Ebon felt a pang of anxiety at the realization his life was about to change, and yet the tugging at his soul told him he was ready. “As you wish, my love.”

Sike kneeled lower and he began pistoning himself inside of her as her cries grew louder and more insistent. “Don’t… you… dare… stop!”

“Sike, I’m knotting!” His thrusts became much shallower as the canid knot at the base of his phallus bulged out. His head swam and his balls contracted; the rush of pleasure started at the end of his phallus and surged to the very tips of his paws and tail as he let loose a cry as he climaxed. The tail grip on his back tightened around him like a vice, as if to prevent his escape, if that were possible.

Sweating profusely and suddenly aware of the chill of the night air closing in around him, Ebon — still fused with his partner — leaned into her and kissed the tip of Sike’s ear.

But before he could offer her a single word or lick, the door to their room opened, a flood of firelight causing Ebon to wince harshly. There a ponyta stood, a surprised look on its face before it appeared to smile.

Both Ebon and Sike froze at the sight of him, but far from being hostile or angry, the beautiful visitor bowed low, giving Ebon a good look at its colorful multicolored mane and spoke with a delicate, feminine voice. “Ahh. Our honored guests have arrived! Welcome, friends, to Ponyta Pass!”