Draft

“Wait, where did Ume go?”

Lifting her gaze from the little one she crouched before, Key surveyed their campsite. Two other Pokémon scuttled about snacking and roughhousing, but there was no sign of her fourth. Her Togepi whined and grasped for the rest of the food trapped in the human's hand.

“Fay, did you see where Ume went?” Key asked, earning a frustrated negative from the baby Pokémon. Raising her voice to carry across the clearing, the trainer repeated, “Have either of you seen Ume?”

The little ones paused in their mischief to process the human's inquiry. While her Eevee shook her head without concern, Key noticed her Shellos motioning towards a wooded area to the east of their camp.

“He went in there, Zhu?” His reply came as a slow nod, eliciting a pout from Key. “Well, okay. I'll be right back, guys. Make sure they stay put please, Zhu!” She called as she deposited the rest of her Normal-type's food on the ground before her and headed toward the threshold of trees.

Travelling beyond the border of conifers, the din of her team's activities gradually faded into the white noise of the forest. Key scanned the base of each tree and the spaces in between, searching for her tiny Psychic. “I thought I explicitly told him not to go off on his own…” she mumbled, mentally rehearsing the scolding he would receive when she found him. If she found him.

Oh no, invasive thoughts.

Key bit her lip to distract herself from the sore subject and continued her search. After walking for upwards of ten minutes, there was still no sign of her Kirlia. She was just about to start calling out for him (she thought better of it in case it would only serve to draw attention to, god forbid, Ume in trouble somewhere because that was a very likely scenario for the little prankster) when she heard a muffled voice from beyond the next few trees. Quieting her steps, Key moved behind the nearest tree wide enough to hide her form and anxiously peered around.

There sat Ume, resting against the trunk of a tree rooted a few feet away, panting hard and mumbling to himself. For a moment he appeared to be in pain, and Key was ready to dart out and scoop him up when she realized why he was trembling so violently. While she was no innocent maiden ignorant of reproductive anatomy (or so she liked to think—there is only so much a girl can know without performing the act herself), Key was dumbstruck by the sight of her Pokémon’s member. It wasn't exactly what she would have expected it to be—although she wasn't really sure what she expected. Ume's tiny hand glided up and down the slick flesh of his penis, sending tremors throughout his delicate frame, as much as he was trying to keep himself calm. He wore an exhausted, half-lidded expression, not daring to close his eyes in unfamiliar territory. Key reasoned that he was either not used to the act, or just severely sensitive, since he was so wrapped up in jacking off that he hadn't even noticed her presence a mere five feet from where he sat.

Oops. Never mind. Damn it.

Ume's eyes burst open as he ripped his hand away from his cock, staring at a Key who had poked her head a little too far out from the cover of the tree. His expression had quickly morphed into one of mortification, but the exhaustion remained in his posture, heaving chest, and drooping shoulders.

“Ume!” the girl squeaked, having no excuse prepared for her peeping. “O-oh god, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to catch you, uh—Zhu Que'er said you came in here! And, I… I'm really sorry, this is so embarrassing. I was just worried, because you disappeared from the camp…”

While his trainer stumbled through an apology, the Kirlia scrambled to turn his body away from her, as his pulsing dick was still in full view.

“I…” she tried finally, before accepting that nothing would make up for her interruption. With a sigh, Key changed her direction. She slowly, still unsure of herself, fully emerged from the tree, and gradually stepped over to Ume. He couldn't bring himself to look her in the eye. When she was upon him, he wondered what she would do. What a disgrace—caught in his most vulnerable position by his very own trainer. Surely nothing could make his embarrassment worse.

Standing for a moment, gathering her resolve, Key lowered herself down beside him, kneeling in a way that allowed her to spring up at a moment's notice.

“Ume?”

Nooo. Please go away.

“I'm not upset, okay? Something like this is normal, but I… guess, I just didn't expect it.”

His back still turned, the Psychic-type turned his head ever so slightly to look at her.

Key bit her lip, shifting her line of sight to a small mound of pine needles on the ground next to them. “And I… well, because of me, you're probably gonna be distracted for the rest of the day. We still have a ways to go to the next major city, even if we do happen upon a village along the way. I… I know that this kind of thing can be really uncomfortable if you don't take care of it as soon as possible…”

Ume never shifted his eyes as she spoke. How did his trainer have any knowledge of these things? He wasn't even sure she was old enough to mate yet. For a moment, he sorely wished to evolve. If he was as powerful as a Gardevoir or a Gallade, he'd easily be able to synchronize Key's thoughts with his own. Knowing its trainer's mind was the single most important skill a Pokémon could develop, and he certainly felt the terrifying uncertainty that not having such an advanced ability brought him.

The Kirlia was snapped out of his reverie by the feather-light pressure of delicate fingertips on his shoulder blade. “Ume, let… me help you.” Key brought her face within centimeters of her Psychic's—if his shoulder's weren’t so diminutively narrow, she would have rested her chin on one.

Ume's heart felt ready to explode out of his chest. He didn't need the immense mental processing power of one of his evolutions to see the intention in his trainer's eyes.

“I don't know much about this kind of thing, but I do know that one of the worst feelings in the world is not being able to finish what you've started.” Reaching down her Pokémon’s torso, she suddenly stayed her hand. “I-I'm sorry, I'm going too fast. Do you, um, trust me? I don't want to do anything that would just make you feel worse…” She trailed off, waiting for his approval.

The Psychic-type swallowed hard before giving his trainer a slow, apprehensive nod. Key swallowed in turn, flashing a nervous smile. “O-okay.” Reaching down below his stomach, Key paused again, nervous about actually touching his dick. Her very first penis. She certainly imagined something quite different. 'Calm down Key,' she urged herself silently. 'Breeders must do this kind of stuff all the time.'

Daintily, the tips of her fingers brushed against Ume's shaft, sending a shiver down his spine. He couldn’t bear to look at her while she caressed him, and turned his head away. “Sorry! I-I didn't mean to touch there,” she apologized, feeling immediately silly since she would certainly be touching there in a minute. Steeling herself, her fingers returned, and she gently touched the head of his cock. She knew she was just stalling—maybe it was for the best that she wasn’t doing this for the first time with a human boy her age, since she would probably be terrible at it. Not that she could accurately gauge how well she was performing whatever obscene task she had devoted herself to currently.

With a tiny huff, Key willed herself to properly wrap her fingers around the width of Ume's dick, taking care not to squeeze or pull. Her Kirlia's breath caught in his throat, and despite his humiliation, he felt secure enough with his trainer to shut his eyes. She couldn’t tell if it was in shame or anticipation. “Sorry…” she whispered. “This is really embarrassing, huh?” He responded with a weak nod. Giving him a more contented smile, she rubbed his back. “Don't worry. I'll make it better.”

With great apprehension, Key dragged her grip down to the base of his cock, and then back up to the head, eliciting a surprised hiss from her Pokémon. “Shit!” she snapped, before bringing her other hand to her lips in silent admonishment. “Sorry. I mean, uh, did that hurt?” she asked, keeping her tone a few notches below frantic. Her Kirlia nodded, and she had the urge to swear again. Biting her lip and looking away, Key racked her brain for a solution.

“Oh, wait a minute!” she spoke to herself, bringing her hand up to her face again. Ume cracked his eyes open once she released his member. Key tried to spit, but her mouth was so dry from nervousness that a negligible amount ended up in her palm. After a few more tries, she finally felt that she had enough lubrication, and clumsily coated Ume's penis as best she could (during which she realized that saliva made for a very poor lubricant). The now-cold sensation of her saliva was a bit uncomfortable on his sensitive organ. “I'm not sure how well this'll work, but I think I heard about it back when I was in school.” Wrapping her fingers around its circumference once again, Key once more attempted to bring her grasp down its length. “Feel better?” she asked with a shy glance, which Ume returned with an affirmative grunt.

“Okay. Time to focus.” With renewed confidence, the girl drew her hand back upwards, then down again, and continued at a subdued pace. “Is this okay? Am I doing it right?” she asked her Psychic again, who answered with a distracted nod. As she went on, Key felt more comfortable with her movements, and the twisting of her wrist became smooth and almost graceful. There wasn't all that much for her fingers to grasp (she imagined such a small Pokémon wouldn't need a particularly large organ), so she tried to focus on stimulating every inch of skin as thoroughly as possible. She wouldn't let Ume be distracted by such primal urges when they had battles to win.

Her on-the-spot lubricant was proving discouragingly useless as she continued her strokes, so Key took extra care in being gentle. Ume started to fidget, every few seconds a groan escaping his clenched jaw. He reached a shaky hand to rest on her arm. As much as he tried to control himself for the sake of what little dignity he hoped to retain, his trainer's handiwork proved too much for him, and every few seconds he bucked his hips into her hand. Key's breath hitched with embarrassment, but she continued her movements. She tried to think of something reassuring to say, but everything she came up with was terribly lewd. The best she could do was bring her right hand up to her Kirlia's head and soothingly stroke as she jerked him off.

Guessing that this would be the time to move faster and finish up, she shifted her knees to better lean forward. Ume felt her bobbed hair brush against his cheek as she did so, and took the time to enjoy such closeness with his trainer. Better she discover him masturbating than a stranger—or worse, one of the other Pokémon, who surely would never let him live it down.

Ume felt himself coming close, but could hardly formulate enough of a complete thought to fathom how to communicate this to his unwitting trainer. He just hoped she got the message when the tips of his fingers dug into her arm. The look on her face was almost comforting—the same determination she always had, like a mother who would go to the ends of the earth for her children. Just as soon as the thought entered his mind, he realized how unnerving it was to see the young human pumping his dick as “motherly”.

“A-are you coming close, Ume?” Key asked in his ear, quickening her pace. He nodded desperately, doing a terrible job at keeping all of his moans buried in his throat. She put an arm around his shoulder and lightly squeezed, pressing him gently against her. Her Psychic suddenly cried out as a warm stream of cum flowed out over her hand. She kept pumping as his abdomen spasmed, wanting him to get every bit of pleasure out of it, but it was difficult to fight the urge to tear her hand away in disgust. Truly, thank god she wasn't doing this with a human kid. She wouldn't care enough to spare his feelings if this weren't one of her Pokémon.

Slowly, Ume's frantic movements ceased, and Key slowed her strokes, bringing the last drops of semen to the surface. When he looked completely spent, his trainer finally stopped, pulling her hand away from his raw cock. Most of his cum was caught on her hand, and sloppily dripped over her fingers onto the ground, to which she emitted a tiny “Eugh.”

Ume's breathing began to slow, and he managed to look over at his trainer to see her reaction to his ejaculation. She flashed an anxious smile. “Sorry, um—this is kinda gross…” The Kirlia looked at his now-flaccid dick, feeling a tad guilty. Key quickly moved to rectify that. “Uh, no! It's not your fault, it… just kinda comes with the territory, I guess,” she assured, giving his shoulder another squeeze. “I'm glad we got that straightened out, Ume.” He responded with a small nod, feeling the warmth in her tone.

Key removed her clean hand to dig around in her pockets for some tissues and wet wipes to clean themselves up before they headed back to camp. After sopping up the semen on her hand with a tissue and disinfecting with a wet wipe, she offered a tissue to Ume, who did the same for his own mess, not without running behind the tree next to them for the sake of decency. Key chuckled, not sure what he had to be self-conscious about now that they'd done the closest thing she expected to get to sex for the next decade of her life.

When he returned, she reached for his tissue. “Here, gimme,” she ordered, to which he couldn't decline out of embarrassment. Yup. She was definitely in mom mode. As they headed back in the direction of their campsite, Ume deflated a bit at the thought that she still saw him as a child who needed to be coddled. Of course, cuddles from his trainer were always the best reward, but this was hardly a cuddly occasion. He couldn't help but see her in a different light now, and he only hoped that this would alter her own perception of him in turn.

Perhaps, once he evolved, Key would see that he was strong and more than capable of taking care of her. And now, he knew just what form he wanted.