An Evening with Donnie

Delphox, or Donnie as I called him, was always a forward pokemon, even as a fennekin he was headstrong and reckless.  Got us into trouble more than once, but that never stopped me from loving him.  As he evolved though, that same recklessness that got us into fights and got him into more... compromising situations.  It was an open secret he loved me, and more than just the usual familial love a pokemon shares with his trainer.  Oh no no no, Donnie wanted me bad, and he was very forward about it.  He’d walk in on me in the shower ‘by accident’, he’d steal clothes from my hamper and leave them on my bed wet with something I’m not gonna say here.  Hell he’d walk around with his own parts exposed and pretend it was normal.

All this was when he was a Braixen too, before he really got a hold of his psychic powers.  When he finally did evolve, firstly he embraced me in an uncomfortably long (and wet in the crotch) hug, and then he started sending me his dreams.  They were... uncomfortable, I didn’t like them and told him to stop, but he wouldn’t.  He’d invade my sleep, invade my work, invade my hobbies.  That little fuck wouldn’t leave me alone and I had no way of forcing him short of putting him down.  Now this doesn’t mean I didn’t love him, but not in that way.  He was my little bro, not my champion fighter or prolific stud.  Donnie was practically my kid.

Looking back on it I should’ve just gone ahead and returned the favor when he started ‘flirting’ with me.  It would’ve been a load off the both of us and he probably wouldn’t have resorted to what he did.  Hindsight 2020 and all that.

Our first time together was a bit more forceful than I like... well, used to like. It was pretty late and I was falling asleep on the couch watching some shitty sitcom when Donnie walked in.  He had a glint in his eye and his stick at the ready.

“What’s up Donnie,” I asked, the exhaustion keeping me from properly analyzing the situation I was about to be in.


“Delllll, del delph!” He sounded excited but I could never quite get what he was talking about.  Docs said my brain was fucked up, I couldn't understand anything a pokemon ‘said’.  Something about empathy or some bullshit.

Donnie walked forward, sultry like, flicking his stick to unplug the tv as he stood in front of me, muttering something under his breath, I couldn't make out what he was saying but something poked at the back of my head.

“Hey Donnie, what’s up, what’s got you acting funny?” I asked with concern, trying to understand why he was being so strange.
“Not need understand what Donnie say, love trust Donnie”
“Okay” I muttered, responding to The Voice that wasn’t there

Donnie smirked, it was a trademark of his whenever he felt like he’d conned me out of a treat or gotten away with mischief.  Fucking foxes.

“Love trust Donnie, Jacob?”
“Yeah, suure.  I love my Donnie...” My voice was slightly slurred. Kinda like what happens after a shot or seven of some good liquor, but I didn’t notice.  Couldn't be assed to care either. That sweet voice in my head was getting louder and sharper and that was all that mattered; that sweet sweet voice, it was like a drug and I wanted to hear it more.

“Jacob, How much love Donnie?” The voice asked.  It sounded worried but why would it be? It was so nice and soft, there was nothing to be worried about.
“I love my little bro sooooooooooooo much” I replied, giddily.  I got to hear The Voice again!
“Would Jacob...” the Voice paused, either unsure or thinking over a word.  Donnie’s brows furrowed as well.
“Would Jacob... Touch Donnie?” The voice asked, wavering and fading in and out strangely.  But this time it came with a sensation.  No vision, just the idea of being intimate with someone you love.  The comfort and care that comes from being with someone you’re truly smitten by.

“Shit yeah, I touch Donnie allllll the time in my dreams.  He’s so cuuuute and sooooft and I love Donnie!” I slurred. It was one of my deepest and most terrifying secrets, I truly did love donnie enough to fuck him. When Donnie wasn’t plaguing me with his debaucherous thoughts, my mind would abuse me with my own.  The two of us in the same situations he had thought up, the only difference between my fantasies and the ones Donnie would show me is that in his, I was the leader, the top dog, the dom... In mine was his toy to use as he saw fit. I tried to keep that dirty secret hidden from even myself. Hoping that the urge would just go away on its own, but they never did.  I could never shake the desire to be intimate with my pokemon. I’ve never told anyone before, but I could trust the Voice. The Voice was sweet and warm and kind and soothing.  The Voice wouldn’t hurt me.

Donnie skipped back and forth from paw to paw excitedly, crying out and celebrating something.  Maybe he had started hearing the Voice too.

“You love Donnie.  You love Donnie so much you’d do anything for him”
“Yea I looove Donnie....”
“Show him your body, Jacob.  Share yourself with the pokemon you love”

I still hadn’t put the pieces together, and even if I had I was too lost in that lovely voice, so soothing and safe.  Comforting, like a hug from your father.  I took off my shirt, after all the Voice said I should share with Donnie, and I loved him so it was normal for me to let him see my body.... In the moment.

Donnie quickly closed the small gap between us, his warm paws rubbing and gliding over my skin, it felt nice, I was always a loner and this gentle contact sent chills down my spine.  He sniffed my neck, and licked my cheek lovingly.  His muttering had stopped, but it was replaced with something else He put his paws on my shoulders, gently sliding them in little circles and looked me in the eyes.  I could see almost every emotion in those beautiful orange eyes.  There was fear, lust, anger, worry, love, exhaustion. There were even tears welling in his eyes.

The voice wasn’t there to tell me what to do, but Donnie was still my pokemon and I could feel what he needed, even if I couldn't understand what he was saying.  Normally I would've just comforted him with a hug, but I was still under the influence of the Voice and a hug wouldn’t cut it this time.  I gently pet his head, scratching his ears.  I pulled him close, my hands gently holding his cheeks and our lips almost touching.  I couldn’t bring myself to kiss him but Donnie could bring himself to kiss me.  He wrapped his arms around my body and pressed his lips to mine.  I could feel all the tension instantly leave his body as he embraced me.  The kiss was awkward, his soft lips were a far cry from a human’s but we managed.

Donnie held us like that for a moment, savoring the closeness after years of want.  Emboldened by how receptive I was, he slipped me a bit of tongue and I gladly accepted, letting him taste me.  His tongue tasted vaguely sweet, like the pecha berries he was always munching on and I could feel the wetness of his nose pressing against mine.  Donnie wasn’t content with just violating my mouth though and withdrew his tongue.  I heard The Voice again, it was faint and shaky but it was still clear enough to sway me.

“Taste... Donnie....”

So my tongue dove into his mouth.  It felt almost alien, how large and sharp his teeth were, how long and flat his tongue was compared to the stubby fat ones humans have.  He tasted even stronger of pecha berry, and this time I could taste the sharp sourness of grepa too, another favorite of his.  It took me a bit to figure out the shape of his muzzle, but once I had, I was tasting everything he had to offer.  Our tongues danced between our mouths for what felt like hours but was probably only mere seconds.

“Jacob is silly,” The Voice said as we parted. Donnie giggled too but The Voice was all that mattered, “Is Jacob as furless on the rest of his body”

“I have a lot of hair around my penis and testicles , and some on my legs but nowhere near as much as Donnie has” I told him, my voice was flat

“Let Donnie see.” the Voice commanded.

Donnie knelt down, his face level with my hips, his paws gently rubbing the growing bulge in my pants before he undid them.  Donnie’s paws were surprisingly dexterous and he had no trouble with the button or zipper.  He had tried this one before, back when he was a braixen, but I’d shoved him away before he could get into my pants.  Not this time though.  This time The Voice was telling me to let him, so it was okay for him to explore me now.

There was an animalistic glint in Donnie’s  eyes, and his breathing was getting heavier. His silky paws opened my pants wide and pulled them halfway down my legs so he could see me.  He eyed the strong bulge under my tight underwear.  Donnie rubbed his paws over it reverently, almost in disbelief. He tugged on the fabric, slowly pulling it down.  The elastic sliding down my dick and dropping, letting my shaft bounce a little, hard as iron.  I’m not particularly impressive, just above average length at six inches or so, uncut and bent to the left just a little.  The way Donnie stared at me though. I may as well have been God. He was enthralled with my shaft, taking his time ogling my dick and balls. He would keep looking back up at me with a worried expression, and going back to staring at my hard shaft.


He gingerly reached forward, his paws shaking but one he lay his hands on my groin, they stopped. His paws eagerly explored the forbidden and taboo parts of my body.  Donnie pawed my ass, fondled my balls feeling their weight, he ran his claws through my pubic hair to feel the coarseness in comparison to his own soft coat.  He wrapped a paw around my cock pulling back my foreskin.  I shouldn’t let him do this, but it’s okay because The Voice said it was.  That voice in my head had quieted down, but I was still under its sway, waiting for its next instructions.

“Moan for Donnie, Jacob.  Let him hear how happy you are, in his paws and with the taste of him staining your mouth” The Voice gave my instructions in a sultry manner this time, teasing and flirty.


Donnie looked up at me, I couldn’t stand to disobey The Voice, or disappoint my Donnie, so I moaned for him.  It was a long moan, from the bottom of my belly and filled with lust.  All my hidden desires from the years of telling myself no constantly were packed into that moan.  All the stress, all the lust, those secret glances I’d always told myself were mistakes, all his flirty behavior and all my aching for him were vocalized in that one moan.  It wasn’t particularly manly, but neither girly, it was a mix of the two, one half of me wanting to bend Donnie over the table and make him my bitch, and the other in my current position, dedicating myself to the perfect being that was Donnie.

His cheeks reddened and he stared at me, his jaw open and his hands stilled, he shook off his paralysis and kissed the tip of my cock.  His kiss was slow and caring, I think he was savoring the taste of it.  He backed, almost reluctantly, giving one last lick and a gentle squeeze of my balls before he stood before me, his normally short stature imposing, and massive, as though I were the pokemon and he the human.


Donnie gently held my shoulders, turning me around to face the couch, he sat where I was sitting earlier and reclined, his lovely dress of crimson and orange fur gently parting around his black legs.

“Donnie wants you to kneel down now, Jacob.” The voice had returned, it’s tone commanding and dominant.

I knelt before my Delphox, and looked up at him.  The way he reclined was intimidating and made him look even more imposing than before.  He had laid back fully, staring down his chest at me, his eyes still jittering all around my body taking in my naked form, like a starving man at a feast.  Donnie lifted his hind paws and held them in front of my face for a moment, showing me all the details.  His delicate pink pads, those sharp dangerous claw tips peeking just out over the smooth and shiny charcoal fur on his legs.  He placed them on my chest, the delicate pads surprisingly cold despite the warm fur they were buried in.

“Donnie loves having his paws touched,”   The Voice told me,  “you love Donnie so you want to make him feel good.” Donnie looked down at me, Underneath his curious and neutral expression, I could see worry deep in his eyes; he was scared of something.  I would have obeyed The Voice’s suggestions without question anyway, but seeing Donnie distraught made me even more happy to do it. I loved Donnie, and wanted him to be happy just like I was.

I took his left paw into my hands and carefully massaged it, pressing my thumb into his pads and gently spreading his toes as my fingers passed over the top of his paw.  I heard him take a sigh of relief and his other paw stretched, pressing into me.  I finished with his left paw and repeated the same process with the right smooshing my thumbs into his pads and rubbing in circles, with my fingers gently pushing the tops of his paws too.  Of course just massaging his paws wouldn’t be good enough, not for either of us.

"Tell Donnie what you think of his paws, Jacob" The Voice demanded.  I took one and held it to my face, lost in a trance as I stared at his foot. His toes wiggled, pulling me deeper into my stupor, the way they moved was mesmerizing.

"Well?" The Voice asked impatiently, pulling me back into reality and out of Donnie’s paw

"They're..." I struggled to put my emotions into words “beautiful, dainty, cute, soft," I pressed his paw to my face, taking in its scent.  Even though we hadn't been out camping for months, his paws smelt of wood smoke, like pine or spruce burning on an open fire as you sit under the stars far away from the world.  "They smell nice, they feel nice, I love your paws, Donnie." I gushed, thoroughly enraptured by his cute pads and claw tips just barely peeking out from his dark graphite colored fur.  I had never liked feet before, but Donnie's paws were so perfect, I just couldn't resist the urge.  I gently kissed his pads, starting with the big main one and giving gentle pecks to the smaller ones on his toes. I kissed them like you’d kiss your lover, deeply, passionately and lovingly.  Not an inch of that wonderful pink skin was left unloved as I worshiped his paws.


Smirking down at me in my subservient state Donnie yawned and stretched his paws wide open showing off. I didn’t need any other direction to know what he wanted. When they came back to my lips, my tongue snaked out to lick his pads and glide between his perfect toes. The flavor didn’t match his smell in the slightest.  Instead of tasting smoky like I had expected. Donnies pads tasted of skin.  They tasted of the salty tang of sweat, lightened on the pads but more intense in the deeper furry recesses of his paws.  But below all that, and throughout his paws there was a deep pervading sense of musk that acted like a background.  It was incredibly strong, but lurking in the background like a bassline to a song; powerful, but subtle in its strength. Even through all that I still found his fur to be the most off putting part as I worshiped his paws.  I wasn’t yet used to how it would stick to my tongue, even as short as it was.  I caressed his toes with my mouth, tongue and lips working in tandem to taste every inch of Donnie’s wonderful paw.  I tried to withdraw but Donnie shook his head, and pressed his middle toe to my lips. His toe curled, pushing my lips aside and pressing into my mouth.

The Voice said “You aren’t finished yet, Jacob.”
The Voice was demanding this time, but that was okay.  It just wanted to help me and I was about to make a mistake.  I sucked on the toe stuck in my mouth and Donnie moaned over me. His other paw pushed against my chin to hold my mouth closed.  Not that he needed too.  I Love Donnie and I want to prove it by doing everything Donnie wants.  I caressed Donnie’s ankles as he made oral love to Donnie’s paw.  Donnie occasionally switching toes, and stretching pressing his claw into my tongue, but I liked that because Donnie liked that and I loved Donnie.  This continued for a while with Jacob giving Donnie everything he wanted, it didn't take long for Donnie’s toes to be wet with spit and his shaft to poke through his fur, the tip glistening just like his paws.

“Stop.  Open your mouth,” The Voice commanded.

I obeyed instantly, my mouth instantly wide open.  Donnie’s muzzle split into a wide grin as he gingerly put his whole paw into my mouth.  I didn’t mind because he loved Donnie.  I felt his toes wiggle around, filling my mouth and bumping against everything.  I loved it when they pressed into my tongue, the tips of his claws poking into the soft flesh.  Sharp but not enough to pierce.


Donnie pulled his paw from my mouth, and leaned forward. His muzzle inches from my open mouth.  He inspected the orifice with curiosity, gently holding my chin with a forepaw and pressing this thumb into my tongue.  I knew what to do, despite The Voice being gone.  I closed my mouth and sucked on the digit, no different than the toes that had just left.  Donnie pulled his hand from my mouth with a wet pop and stood, his heavy cock at eye level and pointed at me threateningly.

“Jacob loves Donnie.  Jacob knows what Donnie wants, and will give Donnie what he wants.”


I was putty in his hands, he owned me and I didn’t care. I shuffled forward towards Delphox’s crotch. The tip of his penis was just visible over his fur.  He pet my head and motioned to the shiny tip.  I gently, almost reverently, parted Donnie’s fur, exposing the darker greys of his legs and crotch.  This was the first time I had ever seen Donnie’s cock in all its glory from where I rightfully belonged.  The angry red of the tip fading to a pale pink in the middle of his shaft before darkening again at the knot, and what a knot it was.  The massive organ was the size of my fist, and made of three separate bulbs.  Though I had absolutely zero pokemon breeding experience, I felt deep in myself that Donnie was absolutely loaded and would put any other delphox to shame. I gently pulled the shaft towards me, the cockhead pointing at my mouth like the barrel of a gun.  I hesitated for barely a second, any reconsideration not given a chance to form in my mind as the Voice spoke once more


“Jacob loves Donnie.” The Voice stated, it simply was.

The earth revolves around the sun
Humans catch and train pokemon
Jet fuel can't melt steel beams
I Love Donnie
Immutable laws of the universe.

Donnie’s cock was far different than what I had expected.  I was thinking that maybe it would have been boring or taste horrible or feel wrong.  I could not have been further from that truth if I had tried.  His cock wasn't as hard as marble like I was thinking it would be, but rather moved with me. The warm, almost hot, red flesh moving with my hands like it was loose.  When I did finally pluck up the courage to taste him, I slid my tongue up his shaft, licking him. I thought it would feel wrong, almost perverted.  No, no it felt right.

Submitting myself to this wonderful creature, his eyes staring down watching me work.  I felt like I belonged here, offering myself for Donnie’s pleasure.  I wasn’t really gay when we started, but I sure as hell was now.  As I worked, kissing his sheath shaft and balls, a bead of pre escaped his cock, catching the light from around the room like a droplet of dew.  I was apprehensive about tasting Donnie, worried even that I wouldn't like it, but when he cracked an eye open to look down at me, I remembered I was here to make Donnie feel happy. So I steeled myself, expecting the worst; a bitter salty punish that doesn't leave.

When my mouth closed over the tip of his rod, there was a splash of sweetness on my tongue.  I was thoroughly surprised, It wasn’t a recognisable sweetness like a berry or sugar.  His pre had its own unique flavor; the taste of my Donnie.  I eagerly sucked on his rod desperate for more of his sweet pre.

Donnie moaned above me, enjoying the treatment.  His forepaws found the back of my head and he pet me.  As I became more accustomed to the shape and size of his dick, I grew more forward, taking more of him into my mouth a little at a time.  My hands were busy with the rest of his body, cupping his balls and feeling the weight of them, equal parts worried and excited about what was to come.

I was almost to his knot before my throat protested. For my first ever time with a penis, I think I did pretty well being able to take it all.  I slid back up his shaft, my mouth leaving a slick sheen of spit behind, making his rod shine.  I could feel his hands slow their petting and gently grab the sides of my head. I didn't need any encouragement from him to keep going though and took him back into my mouth.  I quickly picked up a nice simple rhythm, up and down, my hands trading between massaging his sack and thighs while I paid my full attention to Donnie’s cock.

He grew bored though and started taking control, holding my head tightly and thrusting himself into my mouth.  Gently at first but he picked up speed.  I was worried I wouldn’t be able to take it but The Voice popped into my head.

“Don't worry, Donnie loves Jacob.  Donnie wouldn’t hurt Jacob” it said.  It sounded husky, like it was breathing heavily.


It worked though, after hearing that reassuring tone of The Voice I was completely at ease.  Donnie wouldn’t hurt me, he loved me.  So I relaxed in his grip, letting him use my mouth like some toy.  I could feel his paws vibrate on my head, and a pink glow radiated from them.  I didn't know what Donnie was doing, but I trusted him.  I was right to trust him, the soreness in my jaws disappeared, and the tightness in my throat was gone as well.  I could still feel his hard shaft fucking my mouth, I could feel his fuzzy balls smacking on my chin as he used me, but all the soreness from it was gone.  I couldn't wait.  Donnie was huffing over me, his body almost bent double and pressing me as deep as he could.  I was worried about his knot, I knew I wouldn’t be able to fit that into my mouth.  I could barely fit his shaft, so his knot wasn’t gonna happen.  It was disappointing, but I could take his knot in other places later.  I could feel him getting close to his release, the pre that was dripping earlier was flowing easily now, each thrust sending more of it down my throat.

I could hear some strong grunts above me, his body quaking as he thrust strongly and as deep as he could, but he wasn’t cumming, he was just shaking over me.

“G-grab my knot!!” The voice cried, filled with agonizing need.

I didn’t even consider that The Voice had said ‘my knot’ I just wanted Donnie to be happy.  My hands shot to the last remaining part of cock, his insurmountable knot, and I grabbed it with both hands, and squoze with as much as I could muster.

“DEEEEEEEEEEEE~” Donnie cried out in ecstasy above me, his body shaking violently as he came.  The salty fluid blasting into my mouth, not even giving me a moment to think as it flooded in, one shot filled what little space was left, the next slipped down my throat and out of my mouth the third did the same and with each spurt I swallowed just a little more until I was gulping this prize down like I was a professional.  While his pre was sweet, this cum was salty like seawater, but with that sweetness of pre hidden underneath.  Its texture was also like nothing I’d ever felt before, slippery and sticky all at the same time, viscous and watery.  It was a hodgepodge of conflicting flavors and feelings.  Donnie kept cumming until a shaky paw came down to pull my hands away from his knot.  After they left, it was like strings were cut and he collapsed into me.  I gently separated myself from his still twitching rod and lay back, pulling him forward to lay with me.  My mouth was a mess, There was cum caked on my chest and the carpet, but I was too tired to care about any of that.  I just wanted a moment to rest with the delphox I loved.