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This story was written for Kio Redsen. It contains M/F sex between consenting adults, an anthro and a pokemon. :3

Let Sleeping Trainers Lie

Dragonair shifted slightly, raising her head and yawning restfully as her eyes fluttered open to be greeted by dim light, a few strands of sunshine just piercing through a crack on the drapes covering a nearby window. It took the pokemon just a few seconds to remember where they were, to recall arriving with her trainer at the pokemon centre and listening to Nurse Joy offering them a room. A space to wash up, to rest and recuperate after a long few weeks out in the wilds with only a bedroll to offer them the most basic of comforts as they slept. She recalled curling up on the bed and smiling to herself as she listened to her trainer showering and singing as he did so in the adjoining bathroom. And then, just as she had been drifting towards a restful nap, she remembered blushing and murmuring in sleepy frustration as Tennessee emerged from the bathroom. She remembered squirming and struggling, complaining playfully at her trainer as he slipped onto the bed in an attempt to join all four metres of Dragonair's long, serpentine frame for a quick, revitalising nap before their journey began once again.

But after that... she must have fallen asleep so quickly with the warmth of her trainer's body against hers, for she barely even remembered curling up upon him. She had no memory whatsoever of laying her head down upon his bare chest to sleep, yet now, as she awoke and looked down, that was precisely where she had been at rest. Her trainer's furred chest was a little matted and flattened where she had been lying upon it, but other than that Tennessee was a picture of restful relaxation even now. He looked so cosy lying there even without any sheets covering him, and indeed just as Dragonair had no doubt that her lithe form snaking back and forth over and around his frame was keeping him warm, the zorse's body was wonderfully soft and warming beneath her too.

While part of Dragonair was tempted to simply lie back down and try to sleep a little more, to enjoy this quiet, restful time with her trainer and not draw it to an end before she absolutely needed to, a part of her knew that Tennessee would be frustrated if he wasted the entire day sleeping. Her trainer loved to be active, to be out amongst the world seeing things, doing things, sharing things with herself and others. Sure, if it was night time he would be happy to rest here till dawn. But to sleep the day away for longer than was absolutely necessary when there were so many other things that could be done instead, she knew he wouldn't approve of that in the slightest. Lowering her head, Dragonair prepared to do precisely as she had always done to waken her trainer. To headbutt him in the chest until it roused him from his sleep. She lifted her head higher and higher up, her body uncoiling slightly from around him to grant herself better positioning to do so, and...

At the last second, she caught herself. Her cheeks flushed and her eyes widened, and with a bashful, nervous giggling sound the dragon type pokemon slipped herself back down against the zorse's still fitfully slumbering form.

"Dragonair... nair..."

She murmured under her breath, chiding herself for forgetting that she wasn't Dratini any more. She wasn't the sweet little snake that could butt at her trainer's body harmlessly, and that even setting aside her far greater strength now, the horn resting atop her head would make any attempt to waken Tennessee in that particular way far more dangerous and painful than in any way helpful. More gently, careful to keep the horned tip of her forehead tilted back, she nuzzled and bumped her snout much more tenderly against the male's chest. She nudged and murmured to him, but while he shifted and murmured back, he did so in a continued state of slumbering unconsciousness. Dragonair sighed. She didn't want to wake him aggressively. She didn't want to yell or roughly shake him awake. It simply wasn't in her nature to behave that way to her trainer. She loved him so much, and she wanted everything she shared with him to be pleasant, to be soothing and a sure sign of her absolute adoration for him.

Dragonair's cheeks flushed slightly as a thought crossed her mind, and her head turned upon its long, lithe neck to glance down the length of the zorse's body, and indeed down the length of her own where it lay over and around his. The bell upon her neck jingled softly as her head turned, and along with it the pendant which her trainer had given her shifted slightly; a metal clasp holding a smooth, sleek black Everstone against her pale white scales, oh so comforting and reassuring in its presence. She had been terrified enough, horrified by the idea of evolving from Dratini to Dragonair, and without her trainer's care and devotion Dragonair still wondered how she would ever have coped with that transition. But now, since he had granted her this gift, she had found a new confidence. A new certainty in her life. She would never change again. Never transform into a cruel, callous, arrogant Dragonite like the one that had made her earliest years of life an absolute misery. For the rest of her days she would stay with Tennessee as Dragonair, and she would live every day joyously devoted to protecting, helping and loving the trainer who had not only saved her life, but changed it so much for the better.

All the while as those thoughts ran through the pokemon's mind, she was still staring down the length of her trainer's body. Staring at herself resting over Tennessee's lower half, his body bare except for the boxer shorts he had been wearing as he trotted out from his shower earlier on. So many nights out in the wild the two of them had lain together for warmth, and so many mornings as dawn broke and birds and other pokemon chirped and sang all around them, Dragonair had awoken to find something poking at her smooth scales. Something rising up from within Tennessee's underwear, a part of his body which always seemed to wake up just shortly before he did.

She wasn't naïve of course. Dragonair knew exactly what that something was, and had spent more than enough time outside of her poke-ball to have learned that there were times when Tennessee would sneak away from whatever campsite they were staying at for a few minutes of solitude with such a bulge, or times when she would be recalled into her ball just as Tennessee and his frequent travelling companion Sasha were drifting towards a bedroom or a quiet, undisturbed patch of woodland together. But under the circumstances, she managed to convince herself that no matter what else Tennessee might have used it for her trainer's crotch did serve as an almost sure-fire way to get him to wake up.

Thus, her lower body uncoiled from where it had been resting around one of the zorse's legs, and Dragonair felt her scaled cheeks flushing slightly as she raised the beaded tip of her tail and began to slowly, teasingly graze it back and forth directly over her trainer's lap.

It barely took a minute for the stroking, the rubbing, the gentle rhythmic grinding of her tail against his crotch to begin to have an effect. Dragonair's face burned hotter and hotter beneath her scales, and she felt a squirming sensation in the pit of her stomach very much akin to the times when she watched Tennessee sneak away alone or with Sasha, and felt the strong, throbbing urge to stimulate herself just as she knew he was going to do to his own body. Much as the female pokemon might have enjoyed slipping off the bed and into the adjoining bathroom though, closing the door behind her and using her beaded tail to slide inside her own nether regions, her tail was busy with another matter. She kept on stroking and stroking at the growing bulge in the male's boxer shorts right up until it was so tented, the fabric so strained by the throbbing length of more than a foot of equine manhood that she almost feared it might tear through the fabric if she teased it any longer.

Thankfully though, before Dragonair had to figure out what to do next, her efforts proved sufficient in their current form. She heard a long, drawling groan of familiarly weary, wakeful desire from her trainer, and with the tip of her tail encircling his bulging boxers she gave him one last tender, teasing squeeze as his eyes fluttered open.

"Mmmh... m-morning, Dragonair."

Just as he always did first thing in the morning when she had slept alongside him, Tennessee propped himself up on one elbow, reached out with the other hand to cup the side of his pokemon's face, and craned his neck forward to kiss her ever so fondly upon the tip of her snout. Only after that did he glance down the length of her body, the length of his body, and blush as he saw the now abandoned, untouched and throbbing bulge in his underwear. He looked at Dragonair almost apologetically, but his eyes widened as she giggled, and once again dragged her tail's tip across the underside of his entirely manufactured morning wood.

"A-ah... I... I swear, I was dreaming about a feeling just like that. But, y-you... you weren't, were you?"

Dragonair's cheeks reddened a little more, but she boldly wrapped her tail-tip around his erection once again, squeezing purposefully this time, knowing full well that he was able to see it, to know that she was doing it. She couldn't help herself, particularly not after what she heard Tennessee say just moments later.

"Am I dreaming? Is this... I... it's never felt this real before. Dreaming of you..."

He stroked her face again, just like he did before that fond, loving morning kiss. This time however, it wasn't his muzzle that tenderly sought out the tip of her nose. It was hers that sought out his, pecking him playfully as best she could upon the tip of the zorse's own snout, her wide eyes and flushed, rosy-scaled face hovering directly before his own.

"God, Dragonair. W-who... who taught you to do this? This isn't like you. Or..."

He shuddered as her tail continued to caress his cock, letting his hand upon her face slide back further along her smooth, sleek torso in a gentle caress of his own. He felt her long, strong body ripple and tremble against his touch, and saw her eyes bulge with longing as her tail wrapped around his bound, clothed erection once again and gaze a tight, reassuring squeeze.

"Or, i-is it? And... I've just been too dumb to see?"

Dragonair shook her head, warmly nuzzling against the upper portion of his chest before leaning in and delivering a playful lick across the zorse's long equine muzzle. She wished she could let him understand that this wasn't planned. That before today, before mere minutes before she had never intended to do this, to go this far. That yes, she had known of his urges and felt excitement at the thought of him satisfying them. That she had always felt great joy at the idea of him being happy, and that physical pleasure was just another way for her trainer to be happy whether alone or with a partner. She wished she could have told him so many things, up to and including the fact that right now she was both eager and yet terrified of what to do next, knowing exactly what she wanted, but not knowing what Tennessee would want her to do, or what he would let her do, even if his murmured words about what he had dreamed meant what she hoped they meant.

Taking a deep breath, closing her eyes and thinking of how Tennessee and Sasha looked together when the zorse and bear kissed, the pokemon pressed her lips to the male's own. She kissed him in a way she had never kissed or been kissed by anyone, pokemon or anthro, before. She kissed him not like he was her trainer, nor like she was his pokemon. As a partner. As a lover. And her eyes sprang open again just moments into the kiss as she felt him responding, reacting, and slipping his tongue into her muzzle just as hers had teasingly flicked its way past his lips in turn.

"Oh, Dragonair... I love you..."

The pokemon could barely think straight as no sooner had their kiss ended, her beloved trainer murmured those words to her in a deep, gruff yet intensely affectionate tone the likes of which she had never heard before, no matter how many times the very same words had been uttered with the deepest sincerity. She wished she could have answered him with the same words, but as she cried out plaintively in her own tongue, it was clear that Tennessee knew. He knew it even before her tail darted up the inside leg of his tented boxer shorts and out through the waistband, pulling them down, pulling them aside and at last freeing his straining eighteen inches of vast equine arousal to the open air of this quiet, private back room of the pokemon center.

"Dragonair..."

Tennessee moaned her name yet again as her tail returned to his erection and began to stroke it, gently at first, but more firmly with her squeezing coils when he reacted so positively. As she trembled, as she watched her trainer turned lover writhing and gasping, her own body ached for stimulation. The scales near her tail upon the underside of her body had for some time now been growing flushed and swollen, revealing rosy pink flesh which now began to protrude visibly between those scaled folds. Her own arousal caused the white scales around her nether regions' exterior to glisten slightly in the bands of daylight streaming in through the drapes, and as she saw Tennessee's eyes widen, as she saw him notice her own state of desperation and desire, the most wonderful words yet escaped her trainer's lips. Not a command. Not an instruction. Just a simple, honest fact from one dear friend to another.

"However far you want to go... w-whatever you want from me, companionship, comfort, p-pleasure... you can have it. So long as we remain the best of friends, Dragonair. S-so long as you can promise me that won't change..."

One hand drifted to her neck, caressing the scales all around her Everstone pendant.

"...I'll do anything for you to make you happy, just as I know you'd do anything for me. Anything, Dragonair."

From the moment that Tennessee uttered that second repetition of anything, barely ten seconds passed before with wide eyes and a breathless, whinnying gasp the zorse found himself trembling upon the bed. He grunted, huffed and stared while Dragonair withdrew her tail from around his shaft only to slide her body even closer to his and press the aroused, wet folds of her nether regions' outer reaches to the tip of her trainer's member. A strained yet joyous cry escaped the pokemon as she began to push downward, driving herself down upon him and drawing him upward deep, deeper into her with potent convulsions of inner workings that were only accustomed to feeling the tip of her tail or, if she was feeling particularly needy, her own rough, wet tongue. She had never taken a male or indeed any object inside herself as large as Tennessee's member, but as she sank down deeper and deeper upon it, it wasn't her own reaction to being filled by that vast equine erection which stole her breath away most intensely. It was Tennessee, her trainer's own stunned, overwhelmed reaction that consumed her with lust and glee, and it wasn't long before she pressed her body to the very hilt against his crotch, prompting him to reveal with a desperate whimper precisely why he looked so desperate and shocked by their brand new union.

"I... o-ohhhh god, Dragonair..."

He flung his arms around her, weak and trembling, and groaned as he clutched the pokemon's long, sleek body to his own, feeling her coils writhe and graze against him while her inner depths milked his cock and his member in turn throbbed and twitched, eager to return the favour.

"I've n-never... I... oh god, t-this feels so... so hot. So deep. Everywhere. I... ah..."

He was out of his mind, muttering, murmuring seemingly utter nonsense for a short while until Dragonair nuzzled him reassuringly, licking him fondly across the face in a way that seemed to somewhat snap him out of his strained, blissful reverie. The zorse's already reddened face blushed deeper as he met the eyes of the pokemon whose pussy was encircling every last inch of his huge cock, and at last he whispered the bashful, awe-struck truth to Dragonair.

"No-one I've ever been with h-has... has ever been able to take me all the way. Not even close, i-if I'm honest. No-one... until you, Dragonair."

A cry of absolute joy escaped the pokemon as she heard this confession, pressing her face to the zorse lying beneath her and nuzzling him, licking him, kissing him as he kissed and nuzzled right back up at her. She knew she wasn't his first, and frankly such a consideration barely even crossed her mind. The number of lovers he had shared himself with before her was entirely irrelevant to how she felt now, to how they felt for each other. She didn't want to, or indeed need to be his first, or anywhere close to it. And yet... to know that she was the only one to have been able to do this for him, to know that her current form, her huge, four meter long serpentine body was able to do for Tennessee what no other woman, anthro or pokemon ever had, she delighted in that fact. Not for competition, not to prove herself better or more worthy of him than anyone else. But quite simply because of the look on his face as he confessed that fact. The joy, the absolute wonder.

He had never before known the feeling, the complete and fulfilling comfort of having every last inch of his member surrounded, embraced, adored by the clutching flesh of another's body. He had never before known a union so physically complete from his own side of things, every last inch of his body's most tender region undergoing simultaneous and intensely intimate stimulation.

She lay against him, trembling, moaning, nuzzling and licking at the zorse's face, but not moving beyond that. Not rocking against him. Not rising up or thrusting herself down around his vast and twitching member. Dragonair had been so eager to wake her trainer up, to ensure that he wouldn't waste the day sleeping. But now... seeing the look of wonder and joy upon his pleasure-stricken face, now she just wanted him to keep on lying there. Not to fuck her. Not to be fucked by her, or made love to, or whatever they wanted to call what they suddenly found themselves sharing. But, simply to be there with her. To indulge in this feeling, the feeling of togetherness, of satisfaction as he had never seemingly known it before.

The same feeling, or so she hoped, that had filled and empowered her every single day since the first time they met.

A feeling of pure, absolute completion.

Dragonair's large body pressed down against and all around Tennessee. Her deep eyes stared imploringly into his, and she called out happily to him as one of the zorse's hands cupped her face anew. The male's other hand began gently to run up and down the upper portion of her long body, caressing her smooth scales as she trembled above him, and as he trembled within her.

"Okay. O-ohh... okay, Dragonair. I get you. I... w-we're not going anywhere. No rush. N-no reason to... to make this end before it has to."

He craned his neck up, and kissed her once, twice, three times upon the tip of her snout in rapid succession before falling back limp and panting to the bed, overwhelmed by the continued sensation of her all around him.

"Just... promise me you won't let me fall asleep again, okay?"

He murmured as they lay together, locked so tightly, so comfortably together in their embrace that the sheer intensity of it all made his head spin.

"I can't miss this. I... I can't lose this feeling. So don't let me sleep. D-don't let me lose this. Don't let me lose you. Not for a single second."

By Jeeves

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