Warm and Cozy Morning

>The Pokemon Center's cafe is a very comfortable place to start a morning
>The staff are - like you - still not quite awake enough for anyone to bother with small talk
>You can just see the sun rising over the ocean, and - very faintly - hear the waves breaking far below on Coumarine's famous bluffs
>Another traveler - a pretty, sleepy, blonde-haired girl in (you think) only a bathrobe - stumbles down the stairs from the rental rooms upstairs, and you follow her with your eyes as she heads for the coffee pot
>Yes, there are definitely some perks to travelling the Kalos region
>And the coffee is damn good too

>Something's not right, though, and you frown as you wonder what it could be
>Then you realize - Braixen's not here
>If she were, she'd have smacked you and given you a teasing glare for ogling that girl
>You're of two minds about this development
>On the one hand, if she's not here, you might actually have a chance - Braixen's been cockblocking you for a good long while now, but god forbid you try for anything more than a kiss from the fox herself
>On the other hand, Braixen is normally up before you - it's so regular you didn't even bother checking the smaller bed next to yours, figuring she'd already be down here
>The fact that she isn't worries you a little bit
>Against your hindbrain's urging, you decide to go check up on your Pokemon

>You gulp down the last of your coffee and trash your cup as you leave, heading for the stairs
>You're fairly sure she's all right - the nurse didn't find anything wrong with her after her duel with Ramos's Gogoat
>Still, you feel like you should check
>You tap the door's handle with your Trainer ID, and the LED on the handle flips to green as the door unlocks
>You push the door open and scan the room

>It's...the same as you left it, actually
>Well, not quite - you can see where someone, probably Braixen, opened your bag and rummaged through it for...something
>And a few of your dirty clothes are more scattered too
>Now that you're looking, you can tell that Braixen is still in her bed from last night, but she's completely covered by the sheet
>...it's not that cold, so what's she doing?
>You approach her bed, your concern growing
>You sit down on her bed, and gently tug the sheet off her head

>She yanks it back up, so quickly you can't even get a glimpse of her face
>You sit back a little, perplexed
>If she were just tired, she'd have smacked you by now
>And besides, she's never been tired enough to sleep in this late
>Now that you're sitting next to her, you can feel warmth rolling off her - she's burning up
>You hear her panting too - she's breathing very heavily, and you're not sure if it's due to the heat or if she's just short of breath
>If she's got a fever and the nurse didn't catch it, you're going to make one hell of a problem for the Center
>Worried, you firmly pull the sheet away from her, intending to check her for any signs of illness

>She's...different, though not ill
>Her breasts have noticeably swollen up, and the fur between her legs is slick with moisture
>Her right hand is straying towards her crotch, and you can see the wetness on her fingers - she was playing with herself before you came in
>Her eyes are a little glassy, and contain a little shame
>And a hell of a lot of lust
>Oh, and she appears to have a piece of your underwear clenched in her other hand

>This isn't the first time she's been in heat - and you're pretty sure that's what this is
>It is, however, the first time you've seen her go this far
>Back home, she was able to ignore her heats through judicious use of some herbal medicine
>In fact, she's mocked you before for being so vulnerable to the continual human "mating season"
>Now, though, she appears to have gone off the deep end

>A paw sliding along your crotch breaks you out of your thoughts, and you look down in shock
>Braixen's eyes are fixed on yours, and she wriggles in a way that you think is trying to be seductive
>She's quietly mewling in need as she strokes your rapidly-growing cock through your shorts, and she can't seem to stop rubbing her thighs together
>You put two and two together and realize that she must have been sniffing your underwear before while she fingered herself, probably for your scent in her sensitive nose
>All together, it's practically a flashing neon sign screaming "FUCK ME," complete with a banner and air horns

>You're very unsure about this
>Pokephila was never as taboo to you as it had been to others - your birth home of Alola was a lot...freer about that sort of thing than Kalos - so that wasn't the issue
>But this was Braixen
>You'd known her since she was a Fennekin and Professor Sycamore gifted her to you
>In that time, you'd begun to think she liked you in more than the usual Pokemon/Trainer way
>If only because of the way she got jealous around any other girl you flirted with
>The kisses were also a pretty good sign
>But she'd never wanted to go any further than that, and you'd never pressed the issue, even when she was in heat
>Giving in to her now feels a little like taking advantage of her

>You start to rise, hoping to find the herbs she uses to control her impulses
>She bursts upwards, grabbing you by the waistband and yanking you down onto the bed
>You land hard, and she immediately pounces on you
>Her sopping-wet pussy grinds on your leg as she presses her breasts against your chest
>She pulls herself up you and locks lips with you, pushing her tongue into your mouth
>Eventually, she breaks off, gasping partly for air and partly in lust
>She mewls in need, eyes pleading for you to FUCK her
>Any resistance you may have had to her request has been melted by that assault

>With one hand, you reach down to slide your pants down
>You meet a little bit of trouble getting your waistband over your raging boner, but Braixen helps with shaking paws
>Your other hand circles around her head to pull her in for another kiss,
>Her eyes close, and yours do too as she practically melts onto you
>She breaks off the kiss again, pulling herself back so she's straddling your chest
>She drags her slit down your body, moaning in pleasure at the least sensation on her oversensitive lips

>Braixen's hips raise as she pulls herself to kneel over your dick
>One paw gently grips your shaft as she tries to position you perfectly
>She gasps and moans as your head just brushes her slit
>For a hesitant moment, she hangs there, head just barely pushing into her
>Then, as if she's doing it before she can back out, she drops

>Her scream of pleasure is so loud you're worried about the soundproofing in the walls
>Her pussy clamps around you, concentric rings of muscle rippling up and down your cock
>...did she cum just from putting you in once?
>Whether she did or didn't isn't going to stop her, though, as she starts riding you hard as soon as she gets her breath back
>She's not being terribly gentle, but as far as you can tell, she's too horny to care
>No eroticism, no teasing, no blueballing
>Just getting your cock in her as much as possible

>Not that you're complaining, though
>Braixen is tight as a velvet vise and soaking wet
>And, oddly enough, hot
>Not in the sense that she's sexy (although she definitely is), but literally hot
>It's like a hot bath, but only around your dick
>It's entirely new, and a most amazing feeling

>With how long she's been blueballing you, it's no surprise you come quickly, although thankfully for you she's come too many times to notice
>You reach up to grip her hips, and you can see her realize what's about to happen
>Rather than let you pull her close, she decides to do it herself
>She collapses down against your chest, wrapping her arms around your neck
>She pulls you into a third deep kiss, and you can feel her moan down your throat
>It's exactly enough to get you to cum, and you explode deep inside her as her pussy clamps around you

>When your orgasm finally ebbs, neither of you feel like moving
>She's been satisfied, heat quenched - at least for now
>On your side, you're not sure you trust your pelvic integrity enough to walk quite yet
>The two of you lay there, basking in the afterglow for a while, simply enjoying the feeling of the other's body against yours
>Eventually, she moves, rolling off you
>Her legs are a little unsteady, but she makes her way to the small bathroom in your room, probably to freshen up
>You relax a little while longer before she returns
>Gently, she whaps your forehead with her stick, blushing a little
>She's probably hungry
>You're...not surprised
>Back to usual, you guess

>You step out of your room, Braixen behind you, and freeze
>Bathrobe girl is standing just outside her door - which is right next to yours
>She looks you up and down, then Braixen, and arches one thin eyebrow
>You can feel your face shading into the infrared spectrum, and Braixen is ducking her head in shame next to you
>Then she smiles and gives you a thumbs-up before opening her own door
>She presses into the waiting arms of a Machamp - all four of them - as he closes the door behind her
>You can feel your brain shutting down in self-defense rather than try to process what you just saw
>Apparently, you have a lot more to learn about pokephilia than you thought
>Braixen leans against you, and you smile
>Good thing you've got someone to learn with