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"Of course, Papa. I love you too," the croconaw leaned up to kiss her father's cheek. She put on her best smile and angled her head cutely. "Thank you for arranging everything for me." the pokemon female took a step back and swept into a low bow.

The feraligatr's grin widened as he huffed, "What are you doing, being so formal with your Daddy?" Thick, powerful arms wrapped around his daughter and pulled her close. If anyone else had been hugged with such ferocity, there would have been squirming, wheezing, and possibly the creaking of bones. Not River though. Despite her fine dress and elegant manners, the croconaw wrapped her arms about her father's bulk and gave him just as hard of a squeeze. Their grins widening further as muscles shook, sleeves bulging as they tried to contain the force of the pokemon's embraces.

River stepped out of the hug with a huff, "How inappropriate. Hugging a Lady like that without her consent." She reached up to tap her father's nose, "I raised you better than that, didn't I? Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to retire for the evening."

She turned on her heel and was off before her father could response. Though she could feel his eyes on her as she left the great hall. She didn't look back, but she did glance towards some armor. Not the greatest mirror, but she could see her father looking at her. A look of joyful sorrow on his face before he turned his attention back to the male next to him. Another Lord, the father of the man she was going to marry, as well as the man whom she was set to wed.

Oh she knew them well. They'd been family friends for ages. Couldn't count the times she'd danced with Geoffrey, the dinners they'd shared in the great hall. All above board and very noble and appropriate. Could be worse. There were plenty of people she knew of married off to absolute horrid partners. Geoffrey was fine, she could get along with him well enough, and he was generally inoffensive.

And not whom she really wanted. Though again, it could be worse. She let a sigh whisper from between her lips as she swept down the hall. River knew her home by heart. She knew how to get to her rooms without running into anyone. The hidden stairwell within the broom closet. A secret door there. How the maids would be roaming about the halls. Everything. Hell, she could practically roam the keep with her eyes closed and nary run into a soul if she wanted.

River got to her rooms and shut the door behind her. The croconaw breathed out a sigh and strolled through the sitting room, going right for her balcony. It was her favorite thing about her room. She pushed the door open and stepped out, leaning into the railing. Not much of a view, especially this late. Just the gray of the keep's wall. It gave her a wonderful view of her mother's garden below. Though at this time of year, there wasn't much in the way of flowers. She leaned over the railing to look with a hum. Always a little sad to see the plants slowly withering.

She sighed and propped her head up on her knuckles. Just staring out into the garden below as her tail swayed. Oh she'd miss this, seeing the garden from above. Wonder if Geoffrey had a good one at his estate. Well, even if he didn't then she could work something out. Though she didn't have her mother's green thumb. That'd be something she could work on.

"Always sad to see the flowers wither away in the winter. Lo, what's this? A fresh bloom and lovely petals to smell!"

River leapt and grabbed her muzzle to keep from shrieking as something cold bumped her pussy lips. The croconaw scrambled back from the railing, a look of pure fire in her eyes. Felix, her nickit friend, had wedged himself between the railing's spindles. His grin widened as his nose twitched. "Ah, it's the rare and shy flower. Perhaps I should, blrrrbblb!"

He scrambled and grabbed at the stone railing as River sprayed the fox-like pokemon. The croconaw whipped her head back, jaws snapping shut to cut off the stream of water. "How _dare_you, Felix!"

"Dare I?" he sputtered, "You're the one standing right by the banister with it all hanging out."

River's cheeks flushed hotter. Of course he'd bring up her fashion again. Wearing clothes were a mark of station, and being the daughter of a noble, she had only the finest of garments. And, as fashion was, her dress did nothing to hide her crotch. Everyone that wore clothes went with their genitals on display. There was no shame, nor should anyone be shamed.

Felix on the other hand, well he wasn't from the best of families. At least from what she understood he hadn't. He hadn't been born in the village, but had showed up some years ago. She'd met him while on a walk and they'd become pretty close friends. As such, there almost wasn't a day that went by where they didn't visit. Hells, he'd even slept on the couch in her sitting room on many occasions. His insistence, in case any nosy maids came in.

She crossed her arms and huffed, "Just coming up and touching the untested petals of my maiden flower? Why I should have the guards come in here and drag you off!"

His ears perked as the nickit adopted a look of panic. "Oh please you highness, don't..." he pressed both hands on the railing and tried to pull himself free. The nickit's voice dropped to a grumble, "Come on... fucking hips stuck in...arrgh!" He squirmed and tugged before popping free. The nickit groaned, rubbed his hip, and scrambled over on all fours. "I beg of you, I'll do anything!" He looked up at her with the biggest, widest, most fear-ridden eyes he could manage.

They could only keep a straight face for so long before breaking out in laughter.

River snorted a laugh, "Get your butt inside. You know where the towels are, troublemaker."

She started to walk away, but the nickit wrapped his arms around her thigh and held on. "Oh but let me thank you for your mercy and hospitality, dear Lady!" He nosed into her thigh again and planted kisses there. Always and ever playful, but it made her cheeks flush hotly tonight. She and Felix had teased about messing around before. Nothing beyond just talk and watching each other. Well, once she'd tasted his semen and he'd licked her fingers. Nothing beyond that though.

Usually, she'd not have given it a second thought. Maybe just shake Felix off, and failing that, another water gun. This time though? Well, she and Geoffrey had been talking about starting a family. That had led to her mind wondering and, well... maybe they had gotten a little handsy. Nothing too naughty. The look on Geoffrey's face when she brought his hand to her thigh? Oh it had been priceless!

Then his hand had gone up further and... well it's a good thing that they'd mostly had the table to themselves. No one really paid the young betrothed pair. Certainly no one suspected that they were feeling each other up. It was far easier to hide her own excitement than it was for him. Which might be a good reason why he hadn't followed her to her room. Well, that and he was very proper about some things. Touch, but don't claim.

Felix's ears perked as he felt River stiffen. Just that slight tensing along her legs that made him look up. Which, as his gaze swept up her body, he couldn't help but glance right past her slit. Close as he was, his nose nearly brushed her flesh as he turned his gaze upwards. His sensitive nose twitched at a somewhat familiar scent. He'd smelled it plenty before, tasted a few times. Well, stolen a lick off his own fingers.

"You know," he flashed a grin, "I thought you were the one that got me wet." Felix winked at her and licked. His flicked across her body, not quite touching herflower, but close. It certainly danced about the edges of her field.

Even that light brush was enough to make her jump and squeak. Her cheeks going a vivid purple, "You fiend!" she hissed and swatted at his head. River tried to cover her embarrassment as she stepped away from the nickit. "Go get dried off. I'm gonna get out of this dress so I can relax." River spun on her heel, not minding that she gave Felix a good wallop with her tail.

Well, Felix thought to himself, _that's certainly new._They had play fought before and wrestled a bit. All things she didn't get to do with her peers. Which was still an odd feeling. Sure, they were great friends, but they might as well have come from two separate worlds.

He took a breath and stood up, padding about her room on silent paws. The towels were just inside her private bath. Easy enough to grab one and pat dry. They were nice. Thick, fluffy towels made of very fine linen. Hell, he knew people that would love to make clothing from this fabric. Yet here he was, just wiping himself down so he didn't track water all over. Not that it should matter, what with River and her folks being water types. Though these nobles were weirdly picky.

"So," he wandered out of the bathroom, scrubbing his ears, "how did your dinner date go? Good I take it?"

River had stripped her gown off and thrown it over a chair. Someone would come take care of it in the morning. Now that she was stripped down, she flopped across her bed and lay there. Her tail swished slowly behind herself as she looked towards Felix. "Oh it went pretty well. Food was good, Geoffrey was good companionship, I'm heading out in two days to get married. You know, normal dinner stuff."

Felix hopped up onto the bed beside her, "Oh, sound pretty... wait, married?"

"Yeah," she stretched slowly. Her tail swayed back and forth across her feet, "It's been a while coming. Just hard to believe that by this time next week I'll be in a different house, in a different room, actually married to someone." her chin hit her crossed arms as she stared towards the wall.

He dropped to the bed beside her and mirrored her pose. Bushy tail swaying across to play with her thicker one. "How far away is he again?" She rolled her head to look at him, "What? I wanna know so I can see how far I've gotta walk." The nickit perked his ears and thought, "Wonder if I can sneak onto the underside of the cart. Pretty sure I can hang on there for an hour or so. Or maybe be part of your entourage."

River bumped him with her shoulder, "It's a few days worth of travel to get to his lands. They're really only doing this because his father is ready consider stepping down. He wants his boy to have a wife and start a family before he does. You know," her voice dropped to a more gravely rasp, "know what it's like to have young'uns of yer own, Boy." Another sigh, "Though it will get me close to the sea." Her gaze grew a little wistful, "One of the best parts of visiting him honestly."

"What, you don't like him? Thought you two got along swimmingly," Felix grinned and was promptly swatted with a pillow at his joke. The nickit laughed and rolled, "Just think about it. He's gonna have that big ol tongue too. That what got you all flustered earlier, Princess? Over there thinking about," The fox pokemon lifted his hand and stuck his tongue between two fingers.

"Felix!" she hissed and swatted him some more. Her cheeks going a vibrant purple as she twisted to beat at the nickit with her pillow.

He laughed and darted away. Waiting for her to pull back for another swing before diving in. The smaller male slammed into her body and... didn't even budge her. River just flashed a toothy grin, dropped her pillow, and wrapped both arms around his body. Squeezing the nickit in one of her bear hugs. He gasped for air, head rocking back as those powerful arms pulled him into her larger frame. He kicked and squirmed, but River only held him tighter. "Apologize," she hissed as she grabbed her arms. Easily trapping the smaller male in her grasp. As much as he loved his spine intact, there's plenty of things he'd rather do than apologize. Felix squirmed within her grasp. Mind racing as he tried to figure out a plan of attack before she crushed him.

There! Her head twisted just a little towards him as she got ready to squeeze. River's jaws parting just a bit in her playful grin. He knew her very well, she was his best friend after all. She'd issue some playful ultimatum and then try to hug him to death.

"Gonna crush you if you're not careful, FeGRK!

River's eyes went wide and she froze, staring down at her friend. Felix had lunged forward as much as he could and pressed his maw to hers a kiss. The nickit's more slender maw almost disappeared into hers. He caught her tongue mid-syllable and was suckling on it. He'd pulled similar stunts before, licking her in the mouth to make her draw back with a sputter. This time though, he'd attacked on two fronts. The sweet, sensual kiss complete with tongue suckling was the frontal assault. His fingers were attacking her belly as well. See, the nickit had learned a while back that her belly was one of her weak points. Easiest way to make her relax and nearly go comatose was to rub that. Though his fingers barely stayed there a second before dipping lower.

She managed to wrench herself away from him, "Felix!" she huffed and scooted towards the head of her bed. "Great, now I'm gonna have to play with myself before bed." The croconaw shivered, tail slapping off the bed. "Bad enough that..." she trailed off with a grumble. Her form shifting on the bed to lean back. Pointedly looking away from her friend with a huff. Her hand slipping along her own belly.

"Want me to help?"

And she froze. Oh sure, she and Felix had teased each other a lot. Watched each other get off. Even well, touched a bit. Tasted each other some. Nothing too deep or serious. She thought about it for a long moment and looked at him. He was smiling, but it didn't reach his eyes. Seeing that look on his face made her realize just how much she'd miss her friend once she moved. Sure, he could probably come visit, but not in the same way he had for many years now.

A pang tore through her gut as she realized just how much she'd miss him too.

Rather than let the croconaw tears well up and spill over, she turned her head with a huffed, "Fine." The noble lady shifted on her bed. Legs spreading as she swung her tail around. She flopped into a very un-ladylike slump. "Just hope you know what you're doing."

Oh shit. She was actually going to let him? Felix couldn't count the times he'd masturbated thinking about River. Sure, he could have his choice of women down at town. Hell a few of them had come onto him. Hard to resist a charming rogue like him. Especially when he poured it on thick. Though he'd always had that bit of nervous panic when a woman approached. That worry about what came next. He'd never freaked out, but rather deflected. Kept the flirt up, let them know it was all part of a game. Oh how they loved it.

Thinking back now, he wondered if he hadn't been worried. Worried about what River might think about him. She'd griped and complained to him when her older brothers, and other males in the court, would boast about their conquests. Had he been avoiding finding a lady to bed with, just to avoid her ire?

How did he really feel about River?

It was a complex question with an even more complex answer. Not something he could easily or readily answer. They'd been friends so long it was hard to quantify what she meant to him. The laughs they'd shared, rough patches they'd endured, and the memories they'd made. Ah, those memories. He couldn't begin to put a name on what she meant to him. Especially not as all the blood was currently rushing from his brain.

He was nervous and he let is show with a little shake to his usual smile. "I have no idea," he half-laughed, half-panted as he slid closer. River's thighs jumped as his fingers found them. "Just tell me if you like something or not." The nickit planted a kiss on her leg. Savoring the soft, oh so supple feel of her hide against his cheek. Her scent, that of fresh and clear water, filled his nose. Inviting him closer. Which was an invitation he was more than happy to accept.

River's breath caught in her throat as she watched Felix move in. He'd teased her before like this. They joked and called it 'coitus chicken' with one or the other seeing how close they could get to the other before backing off. This time? She felt her heart start hammering in her chest. Her mouth was dry. Butterflies danced in her belly. Her entire worldview shrank until all that existed was the nickit. His fingers, so soft despite his hard life, whispered over her hide. She was keenly aware of each whisker as it tickled over her thigh. How his breath was so warm and hot on her thigh as it slid closer.

Lick.

The first, nervous swipe of his tongue made her jump. He looked up at her, curious and a little afraid, but she nodded. His second lick made her grab her maw to keep from moaning out. Then his third made her melt.

Felix nose his way between her swollen lips and let his tongue flick against her lips. He'd tasted her plenty, but it was always on his own fingers, or more often, hers. It was something else entirely to have his nose this close to her. He breathed out a breathless huff and slid his hands up. Without thinking, he took a second lick. His hands swept up and massaged her outer lips. His supple pads spread her open so he could dip his tongue in.

Legs jumped and curled around his neck. The croconaw's muzzle moan was music to his ears. Felix narrowed his eyes and happily dove in. His head tilted one way then the other. Tongue diving deeper with each lash. Her slick sex only getting wetter as he tended to her. Juices dripping past his tongue and over her tail. Her aroma, somehow both scentless and enticing at the same time, drew him in. A shift of his hips made his manhood spring up. That throbbing ache made him rock his hips forward with a throaty groan. Felix torn between wanting to bury his cock in her and feast on what lay before him.

Opting to continue his banquet, he angled his head and explored. Her hips jumped and twitched with each lick. Soft, sweet moans slipped out of her grasp. River's eyes rolled back in her head as the nickit ate her out. Her body eagerly and readily bucked up to his maw. Each shift of her hips made her slide a bit further down on her bed. Unthinkingly offering more of herself to the male even as her pleasure built.

Felix had to keep moving with her. Eyes narrowed with bliss as his tongue dove and flicked. Her insides were so warm, begging for him to toy with her. Then his tongue found her pearl. He wasn't even looking for it, didn't know what it was really. He'd heard some of the women in town talk about 'flicking the bean' or something to that extent. With his nose practically against it, he wondered how the fellas missed it. Might as well have been a beacon. So he gave it a curious flick with his tongue. River instantly rewarding him with a buck and another of her sweet squeaks. His ears perked curiously, wanting to experiment just a bit. Opening his maw, he gently took that button into his mouth and suckled. His tongue dancing against it as he did so.

At which point River lived up to her namesake. The croconaw's entire body went stiff as she groaned. The sound so low that it was felt more than heard. Felix glanced up a split second before she came. Juices gushed against his maw, coating his cheek fluff and forcing the male to abandon his suckling so he could lick it up.

Oh fuck! Oh FUCK! River literally went cross-eyed when Felix started to suck her clit. That bastard was either lying about not being with anyone, or he was naturally skilled. Either way he was a devious fucker. He'd gotten her plenty close with just eating her out. Actually focusing on her clit? The sheer shock of it kept her climax at bay for a beat before making it unleash.

Her world went white as she peaked. Happily gushing and soaking her friend with her juices. Hips lifted and stirred towards his maw as she tried to breath. Which was only made harder as his tongue returned to plumbing the depths of her privates.

Freeing a hand from her maw, she grabbed his hair and yanked him back. "Felif, enouf," she gasped, not daring to release the hold she had on her maw.

The pull made him wince, but certainly got his attention. He pulled back and rubbed his head, "Sorry, too much?" Felix tried to rub his head, but she had a death grip on him still. The male whimpered, "River... hair." gasping as she released her hold with a muffled apology.

She slumped on the bed, "Sorry," came the breathless pant. "Don't know when I last came..." she shivered as some juices trickled down her thigh, "that hard." The croconaw arched and groaned, "That was good..." a quiet huff broke free, "Gimme hug?"

"You always did like a good cuddle after you jilled yourself," Felix flashed a grin and moved over her. The nickit happily sinking into her arms with a purr of his own.

Both pokemon froze as his hard cock brushed over her privates. The male's smooth, uncut cock pressed between her swollen folds. Felix shifted a bit to look down nervously before glancing at her. River's eyes widened just a little as she gulped.

"Should we..."

A shift made his cock glide back and the pair gasped.

"We probably shouldn't..."

"I mean, I haven't... have you?" A head shake. Lips were bitten in thought.

"Just rub against you a little? What could it hurt?"

River's legs shifted as the male moved atop her. Stout, but powerful, legs curled around his smaller frame. His slid over her thick tail as he leaned forward. Both shared in a gasp as his cock pressed to her. Nice and slow at first. Her body lifted towards him as his body moved slowly. River's cheeks flushed hotter as Felix's cock throbbed against her. So warm and hard. The feel of how close it was made her insides ache with need. Felix's body grew hot as he felt her soaking the underside of his cock. Every instinct screaming for him to push into her. To spill his load deep in those untried fields.

Her lips brushed his ears as she rolled her head. "Ohhh," came the breathless moan. Felix arched into her, finding her tongue again. He suckled on the thick muscle, following it up as River drew him into a kiss. The nickit practically melted into her grasp as that thick tongue plunged into his maw. Jaws stretched, strained, and then her tongue was in his throat. His eyes rolled back as his hips twitched at the unexpectedly deep kiss.

That twitch was enough. His uncut tip slipped and nestled between her folds. The next grinding thrust drove the fox pokemon into her. Felix's cheeks blushed hot as he immediately tried to back up. Only to have River's thighs squeeze tighter around him. It was okay, her body told him, I want this.

I need it.

His thrusts were sharp, shallow. Barely even rocking against her. She arched into him and groaned. Nails dug into his back as she pulled him closer. Bliss raced through her as the male, her best friend, claimed her. She couldn't ask for a better first time. The feel of his soft fur against her. His panting breath and shivers met with her wanton thrusts and kissing.

All sense of time left the pair. One moment, her limbs were wrapped about him, encouraging him deeper. The next, she was on all fours. Felix clinging to her tail as he pounded so deep. A breath. The bed creaked under them. They rummaged around, changing again. Heavy flesh cracked off his. River's hands planted on the headboard as she drove her body down into Felix's. His nails rasped her belly and thighs as he drove up into her.

Time and time again they changed positions. How many times did she orgasm? How many thick, sticky loads did he leave in her? Neither counted for it didn't matter. All that was important was that this was their first time, and it was wither their best friend. It was a night they would never forget, yet neither could fully remember.

In the distance, a clock chimed. What hour? Oh who cared. River was beyond all thought as she dropped to the bed. Panting, breath steaming from her maw. Felix held to her thigh. The nickit groaned, his entire body twitching as he pumped another load so deep into her. Adding to the sticky mess that happily ran from her pussy lips. He started to move, but his body gave out and the male dropped to the bed beside her with a huff. A weary smile spread over their maws. She drew him close and shut her eyes with a pant. He leaned up into her and nuzzled before drifting off.

Morning came and went without a sign from river. Odd, she was usually up bright and early. Lord Barrick wandered to her room and knocked, "River?" The older feraligatr barely gave her a moment before opening the door. "River?" Not in her sitting room. He could see the bed from the door. She wasn't there, but the state of her sheets showed she must have had a rough night of it. Looked like she'd practically death rolled her bedding to... well death.

A slosh drew him to the other door. "River? Are you alright?" he pushed the bathing room door open.

Only to be immediately belted by a bar of soap, "DAD!" River snarled, "I am bathing, thank you very much!" She dropped to glare at him, just her eyes visible over the water as she bubbled and frothed angrily.

"Might need this then." He picked up the bar of soap and tossed it towards the large tub. It landed with a plop, but the croconaw didn't stop glaring at him. "I was worried. When you didn't show up for breakfast, I figured you might have just overslept. Then you missed lunch and..."

"Worried I might have run off?" She splashed at him.

Lord Barrickhappily took splash and leaned into the door frame. "Not really. More that you'd been spirited away by a hoard of unruly savages from a far off place. Which would prompt a mighty quest from your betrothed in an effort to return you. Only to discover that you've been corrupted by dark magics and..."

This time it was her back scrubbed that bounced off his nose.

River sat up a little, "I was just... thinking is all." The croconaw's cheeks flushed as she shifted in the water. "It's all going to changed soon."

He smiled sadly and moved to the edge of the tub. "Of course it is." Barrick reached and took her hand, squeezing it quietly. "My little girl is all grown up. Soon she'll be growing her own garden. Raising her own family. Maybe even enjoying the act of making the family."

"DAD!" she hissed. A huff came from the croconaw lady. "Do you want to do something? Later I mean, I'm working on something here."

"I'd love to." He sighed and stood up again, groaning, "Though I must say, I'm more worried about your husband-to-be than I am you. If you're anything like your mother, the poor guy is gonna be scared soft when you get the egg fever in you."

Her cheeks went a very vibrant color. At which point the mighty feraligatr decided it might be better to leave her to her bath. "I'll have a lunch plate fixed up for you," he called as he retreated.

The instant the door shut, Felix burst from the water with a gasp. "I thought he'd never leave."

"And you!" River hissed, "do you know how hard it is to talk to my dad with you between my thighs?"

"Not really, but maybe we could swap next time." Felix grinned, "You loved it though. The way you were squeezing my cheeks..."

River grabbed his face and squeezed. "What's that about squeezing your cheeks?" She grinned at him and leaned in, licking his lips with a throaty growl.

Felix did his best to grin, "I'm in danger, aren't I?"

"You are." She kissed his nose, "Especially since you're gonna have to sneak out of here somehow. And then get down to the tailor."

He perked his ears, "Tailor?"

"Of course. You've got to get some clothes if you're going to come visit and see me on my wedding day."

"Ahh."

"Yes Ahh. Now get over here, I want some more foxy before I dry off."

Felix huffed, "Your father's right. You're gonna scare poor Geoffrey soft."

River just grinned nice and wide at him, showing off lots and lots of teeth. "Hadn't scared you yet."