Feedback Loop

>Well, today had been a hell of a day
>You'd gotten the shit kicked out of you by the local gym leader, your rival had beaten him right after and rubbed your face in it, and a list of other little nuisances had run a train on you
>You were just glad it was night, so the day could finally be over
>You'd holed up in the Pokemon center for the night, flashed your trainer card, and gotten a room upstairs
>For their part, your Pokemon had ignored the room entirely, preferring to find a spot in the large-scale habitat downstairs
>For the first time in a long while, you had some time to yourself
>Your balls were so blue Anish Kapoor wanted to buy the color out
>You flipped open your laptop, plugged in your headphones, and lost yourself in the endless expanse of pornography

>A short while later, you had finally chosen a video and were really getting down into it
>Just before you really got into it, though, an image popped into your head - your Meowstic, white fur rumpled, blue bonnet askew, gasping in pleasure as she fingered herself
>The mood suddenly broken, you sat up, frustrated
>Why the hell had you thought that?
>Sure, she was female, but she was a goddamn Pokemon - and a small, furry one too
>Yes, you'd caught yourself looking at her sidelong after a week or so on the road with zero alone time, but at that point you'd probably have fucked a hole in the ground if it looked wet enough
>The point was, you shouldn't find her attractive in that way
>...so why was that image so hot?
>Sighing, you chalk it up to the imp of the perverse and hit play on your video

>It happened again
>Once more, you're getting close to coming, and another image popped into your head - Meowstic, struggling and mewling with pleasure as she forced an oversized dildo of pure psychic energy into her pussy
>You sit up again, almost angry now, head awash with questions and lust
>What the hell is going on?
>...and why are you still so horny?
>Why didn't that picture kill the mood?
>And why do you feel like you're being watched?

>In a moment of instinct, you turn and yank open the closet
>You catch her red-handed, just as you pictured it
>Just as, you realize, SHE pictured herself
>This is what you get for not checking the room for Psychics
>She's blushing, now, embarrassed, and you receive a telepathic flood of images from her
>Her walking into the closet to find a blanket to curl up on before you came in, her picking up on the lust you couldn't help but broadcast
>Her realizing that the lust she's feeling now is like the lust she felt from you that time a week ago on the road
>Her concentration slipping as she mentally broadcasts her own pleasure over a (thankfully controlled) range, which just happened to include you
>Under it all, a strong sense of apology...but a stronger current of lust

>You know what? Fuck it.
>You're both horny, she's warm and soft, and she doesn't look like she's going to say no
>Her eyes widen and her ears shift like trapped birds as she realizes what you're thinking
>She composes herself and smiles wickedly, standing and gracefully padding over to the bed
>You follow, riding a buzz of pure "fuck it" (in every possible sense of the phrase)
>She begins to spread her legs, acting like a classic seductress, but you aren't having any of that
>You sit down on the bed, grab her bodily, and align her dripping pussy over your cock
>She squeaks, startled, and struggles a little against your grip
>She struggles a bit more as she realizes just what's about to happen

>You bring her down hard on your dick
>She can, just barely, take you all the way down
>It hurts her a little, you can feel it
>But she can feel how much you love it
>In your last few moments of thinking with your upper head, you realize that you may have made a mistake
>Every bit of pleasure Meowstic feels, she broadcasts to you
>Every bit of pleasure you feel, Meowstic picks up on
>It's a psychic feedback loop of pure pleasure, and you're not sure you're going to survive it
>But if you go, you're going to go out properly
>That's when you start thrusting

>When you think back on it later, you don't recall much of the "meat" part of the sex
>Grunting, moaning, fluids, etc. don't seem to play into this much
>It's all in the mind here
>Every bit of pleasure either of you feel is mirrored infinitely between the two of you
>The lines of who is who are blurring a little
>You simultaneously feel your pussy being filled and overfilled by a cock bigger than you've ever dreamed of, and feel your cock buried in a pussy better than you've ever dreamed of
>One of you is coming almost constantly
>It's probably her, since you're the one with the refractory period
>So you remember who you are as your cock explodes, filling Meowstic with the biggest load of your life

>The orgasm you share seems to last for a second or two, or maybe a few million years - time is complicated at this point
>When it eventually ends, though, the psychic connection breaks with a sensation like licking a battery except with your brain, and you both collapse on the bed
>Meowstic is barely conscious, lying next to you in a sweaty, rumpled heap with cum dripping from her slit
>You're not doing much better - your limbs are a little numb, and part of your brain is still convinced you have an oversized pair of ears like hers
>Unconsciousness comes on swiftly, but before it all goes completely dark, Meowstic manages to slip a feeling into your battered mind
>Happiness
>You fall asleep with a smile on your face, next to your new Pokemon lover