... Contemplative?

A Favor Repaid

The Treecko surprisingly breaks the staring contest and walks back toward the tree, seeming to have an intense internal struggle with itself. After you get a moment to will your heart to start beating again you take in everything about your situation. You are lying there, groaning in pain limbs weak and aching. You're on your back with the afternoon sun beating down upon your battered form. Your jumbled mind's best guess places you about ten meters from the tree, laying next to a large exposed root. You manage a wince as you look to the gnarled root, thinking of how you might have ended up, had you hit it. Whatever minuscule amount of relief the thought of avoiding it gave you is dashed as a soft growl shocks you back to reality.

The Treecko is standing between you and the tree. You try to move your legs, willing them to get under you, but it is all for naught when you feel a joint of pain run up your left leg. Through your grimace, you are able to spot a nasty bruise just above your ankle. Locking your eyes back on the infected, you rub a scrapped paw down the underside of your calf, stopping when you feel a jab. While it doesn't feel broken, you understand that you have almost certainly sprained it in the tumble. Despair sets in as you realize you won't be able to fight or flee from your purple-eyed assailant. The gecko makes no move toward you, however, instead it continues to stare. After a few breathless moments of locking eyes with you, it brakes the encounter and looks upwards to where it had fallen from the branches. It makes a soft, almost puzzled sound as it just stands there, motionless. You follow his gaze and you begin to understand.

"Is... Is he?", your confused mind races. "Can he remember what I did? Does he understand that I... saved him?"

You're thoughts are frozen in place when his eyes once again meet with yours. Your heart sinks as the green infected lets a grin creep across his face and begins a slow but determined walk that will bring him to you. You do your best to fight through the pain and drag your body back away from the approaching Treecko but it is useless. He gains on you quickly and places a heavy foot over your (Thankfully) uninjured ankle, halting your meager efforts. You hang your head and try to avoid his piercing gaze. You feel a strong grip on your arm as the pressure on your pinned legs is released. You shake with fear, knowing what will come next.

You are, understandably, quite confused when you feel yourself being dragged to the side. You look up, wide-eyed, to the infected as he roughly guides you to the exposed root you had narrowly dodged earlier. He gently ( as gently as a mindless beast can be) reclines you against the hard bark and lowers himself to his side next to you. "W-what are you..." You stammer with a dumbfounded look on your face. His intense glare effectively silences your meaningless yammering. You sit there, heart pounding in your chest, back against the rough barrier, not daring to provoke the gecko that is now roaming your body with his eyes. You wince when you feel his hands begin to glide across the fur on your chest. Your odd foe lets out a small series of murrs, which you can only describe as laughter. He continues to poke and massage your furred form, dragging his hands across your belly, making sure you tease your belly button before bringing his hand down you squeeze at your hips. The attention to your body has you gasping from both the fear in your heart and the growing curiosity in your mind. Your instincts tell you to bat away this horrid thing and make a **** attempt at freedom, but something you can't explain holds you back.

Despite you mounting interest, you aren't ready for the sensation of his warm fingers cup your purse. "Gah...!", you yelp in surprise, shaking yourself from your dreamlike state. You reaction to the intrusion of your privacy has your own hand pushing back at the foreign digits. "N-no... Don't do-", is all you manage before the infected grabs your wrist and pins it hard to the root behind you. His vicious glare sends a chill down your spine and lets you know that there will be no discussion on the matter. You whimper as his hand leaves your wrist and teases it's way back to your forming bulge. You shut your eyes and gasp as his hands play with you. His left hand rolls your balls around in its palm as the other pokes at the tip of your member as it begins to grow. It's that moment when a finger of his right hand slips inside your sheath and begins to rub the underside of your hidden cock, coaxing it out into the open. It's not long before this treatment has you sporting your full member in his palm. You moan uncontrollably as your pre-stained rod is then pumped in his grip. He releases a few low growls that almost sound like giggling as he stares at your blushing face, never slowing his rhythmic tugs.

Your eyes remain tightly shut as you whimper in his grasp, not even opening when you feel him raise his head, resting his cheek against your shoulder. Pre is now freely flowing from your cock's tip, coating the infected's hand causing it to slide up and down your shaft a little bit quicker and smoother. With the added stimulation and the need for release rising within, you barely notice as his other hand snakes in-between your back and the log, letting him pull you closer against him. His happy murrs resonate in your ears, bringing you closer to your edge. His pace quickens with every passing moment, stealing gasps and moans from your lips. As you teeter on the brink of climax, it happens.

You feel a wet, fleshy feeling start to drag itself up the side of your neck. The long, slow lick coupled with the hot breath against your face is more than you can handle and you let out a cry of ecstasy. Your orgasm hits you like a punch in the gut and it is all you can do to hang on to your senses. The hot strings of jizz hit you hard in the face, impacting to violently that some even splatters onto the Treecko hugging you. With every shot, you arch your back against the root, expelling all of your seed into your fur. Once the spurts finally cease, you are covered from ears to belly in your own genetic material. The throbbing pain in your injured body and the euphoria of the greatest orgasm you can remember is too much for your exhausted mind. The last thing you hear before passing out is a satisfied murr, humming you into a deep sleep.

The purple-eyed Treecko grins at his latest trophy, slumbering in his arms. After a few moments of gazing at the pretty creature in his grasp, he licks his lips, still coated with the flavor of the Sneasel's seed. He begins to lap up more of the Sneasel's flavor from the **** pokemon's face. The gecko happy murrs as his stomach rumbles with hunger. No sense in wasting such a perfectly prepared meal…