...Yes

You only live once…

Another moment of silence, the bold question stealing your words. Sensing your **** to reply, Arro looks down past your flushed face and coyly adds. “Seems part of you is considering my offer~” Following his prompt, you are horrified to see a small bit of yourself poking out from it’s sheath.

The urge to cover yourself is immediate and powerful. Your hands twitch as they hover above your thighs, clearly tense with the weight of your mental struggle. Arro simply watches, saying nothing and surprisingly without that smug leer you’ve grown accustomed to. You come to understand he’s letting you decide for yourself without (Additional) interference. He stands there, no judgment nor ****, simply offering you a choice. After a moment your hands relax and come to rest on your legs, one atop his promiscuous paw, and you look up into those golden eyes of his. You release a deep puff of air to steady yourself before you answer him.

“Okay..”

That familiar glow returns to the Vaporeon’s face tenfold, obviously elated with your decision. “Lovely~”, comes his silky smooth reply, leaning forward slightly. Presented with Arro’s unblemished nether region, you make out a barely visible slit in the center of his groin. You liken it to a female’s ‘flower’ though this lacks the mounds those are said to have.

Still unsure of how to proceed, you sheepishly draw your eyes from his bits and give him another look of puzzlement. “Well?” Arro coos, “No need to be so precious about it. Just knock on the front door.” He chuckles to himself a bit and adds, “Try not to break this one~” Following his instruction, you raise your right hand and gently stroke down along the slit, granting a soft exhale from the Vaporeon. Prodded on by the positive reaction, you slowly work a finger into the fold and massage the entrance. “Mmmm… It would seem the pupil is eager~” Arro teases from above.

A cautious smile forms on your muzzle, accepting his words as praise and push further into his slit, slipping another digit alongside the first. As you probe deeper, your fingers eventually meet resistance when they come up against a protrusion, slick and warm. Your tutor notices your surprised expression and hotly quips, “I did tell you I was male, yes?” You shrug shyly like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “Well, allow me to remove all doubt~” Just as he finishes the statement, you feel pushback on your fingers and soon, they slide free of his slit, slick with pre. You are left staring at a light pink nub, poking free about an inch from its home.

The second the phallus emerges, your nose is assaulted by Arro’s scent. Not bitter or unpleasant, you realize, but clearly noticeable and undeniably ‘masculine’. You take in another bit of his scent, allowing it to fill your lungs and coat your mind. Despite being naïve to the ways of love making, you instinctively know what comes next. Without thinking, you lean into the powerful aroma and wrap the tip of Arro’s member in your lips.

This time, it was the eternally smug Vaporeon’s turn to gasp in surprise. You feel a hand grab ahold of your head, likely to steady the flustered water fox. “Ah-haaah!” Arro’s composure briefly cracks before he lustfully retorts, “A- haah.. A fast learner… Mmm- Aren’t we..?” Having the cocky priss at a disadvantage for a change feels good and you harness that momentum, beginning to suckle on the leaky tip. Your ministrations pay off and more of the pre slickened cock slides into your hungry maw. Soon, you feel a tickle at the back of your throat, signaling that nursing at the salty tip would no longer suffice. As the penis continues to be revealed, you start to bob your muzzle against the base of Arro’s groin, daring him to show everything he has to offer.

Not to be outdone, you hear the Vaporeon speak, “My, my~ The student thinks to overwhelm the maestro~” As if to prove his point, It’s at that moment that the rest of his impressive length falls free of it’s protective pouch. Gagging against your will, you are **** to stop your fellatio as the flesh dips just past your throat. You feel a generous purse come to rest against your chin followed by a long “MMmmmmm…” from above. “Close, my silly ward.” Comes the expected taunting.

“An admirable attempt from a novice, to be sure. However…” Despite most of your vision being obscured by Arro’s bountiful hips, you see his tail snaking about behind him, coming to a rest against the floorboards below. Once he was secure in his balancing, you watch wide-eyed as the foot paw previously pinning you to the stool rises above your chest and drags itself over your shoulder. His heel comes to rest just over the small of your back firmly keeping you in place. “… You seem to be forgetting who is in charge of this lesson~”

Still in utter astonishment of this one’s prowess, you are unprepared as he begins to recline back against his tail, the toned swimmer’s leg taking you along for the ride. You feel your butt scoot to the edge of the stool and you are **** to grab onto Arro’s pliant hips just to keep from falling. Hand planted tight against your head, Arro’s smug giggling seems well earned as he has once again stolen control of the situation. The awkward position has the added effect of shoving most of his member down your throat, causing you to sputter a bit. The Vaporeon, despite noting your discomfort keeps you held there, letting you continue to gag upon him for a few seconds longer.

At last you feel the pressure on your back lessen and you are able to retreat off his rod, alternating between coughs and messy gulps of air, your face resting against his coated manhood. He allows you to calm yourself before locking you within that predatory stare once again. “Do we understand our role, dear pupil?” You need little reaffirmation and dip your head submissively, a moan of desire accompanying the gesture.

“Good boy~” Comes the joyous reply. “Though if you would like to continue this lesson, I must insist we bring it to a more appropriate setting.” Arro motions toward his bed, little more than a pile of straw and cloth. Eager for more of his ‘tutelage’ you nod and feel his hind paw trace back up over your shoulder, coming to a stop just beside your neck. “Then lead the way, Kale” He states playfully, giving your shoulder a solid shove with his light blue sole. Spurred on by his words as well as growing dominance, you shakily get to your feet and make your way to his sheets. Arro soon follows, requesting you lay down facing the ceiling. You obey without hesitation, unable to contain your curiosity as to what he has in store.

You feel the bed deform as your tutor plops down beside your supine form. He looks upon you, admiring your physique, focusing mostly on your now pulsing penis. “Not bad, kitten~ But it's time to get serious.” With no further explanation, you eagerly wait as your instructor climbs into position, ready for some proper education. Facing away from you, he brings his hips to hover just above your quivering cock, teasing you one last time before dropping himself upon you. You moan openly as he rests his supple rear against your hips, smothering your erection beneath it. Arro gives your needy Sneasalhood a few torturously slow grinds, watching over his shoulder with that customary smirk.

You hold your breath as you watch that Vaporeon tush run up the underside of your member, the rim resting atop it. With no word of warning, It comes crashing down atop you, swallowing you in a single motion. Having tired of his own endless teasing, Arro begins to bounce against your gasping form. It is slow at first, but as his desire grows, it becomes clear he will take everything he wants from you. You cry out and gasp every time that deep blue pucker reaches your base before clenching and dragging itself off you.

With all his prior teasing and your own inexperience, it isn’t long before you cry out a word of warning. This only seems to double his determination and he takes you all the harder. Seconds later, you scream in ecstasy, thrusting hard up into your new friend. You flood him with your seed and he, in turn, milks you for every spurt. Through clenched eyes you hear his voice hit a few octaves higher, calling your name through his own powerful orgasm.

You both ride out the storm together, eventually ending with both parties muttering sweet nonsense and gasping for air. As your heart beat slows and your focus returns, Arro is the first to break the silence. You feel his tail fin drag itself up your heaving chest finding your chin once more and gripping softly. Your eyes open to meet his lustful gaze and he gasps out, “Not bad, for a first timer~” You chuckle through your panting, having been found out, though not really caring.

“Was it that obvious, you feisty fox…” You chide back at him, raising your hands to stroke his tail, affectionately. The smooth texture tickles your palms a bit as they slide over his fin.

“I am afraid so, kitten.” The Vaporeon confirms mercilessly. “It was as noticeable as your desire to go again~”. Suddenly, the tail you’d been lovingly caring for jerks from your hands, whipping tightly around them before pinning them firmly above your head. “Or was that MY desire..?”

While the notion isn’t entirely outside the realm of possibility, after that last ride you can barely feel your legs, relaying as much to Arro. Hoping for a little time between bouts, you are dismayed to find the Vaporeon is having none of it.

“See here, my little brigand…” Arro starts, a sinister turn in his voice. “When you first came barreling through that door, my first thought was not one of fright.” A wicked grin creases his face. “No, it was of how amazing it would feel to have a flailing feral squeezing its way up here~” He lifts his deep blue ring of your exhausted cock, popping free and squirting some of your seed to splatter upon your belly. “Kale…” His tone was serious but still soft, “You robbed me of that wondrous sensation by turning out to be a decent pokemon.” He smirks and coyly adds, “And an okay romp.”

You both share another laugh at your rookie performance. “That said, you will be filling that void,” Arro concludes with a devilish grin, “With interest~”. Without waiting for any possible protest, you feel those seed soaked cheeks gliding back and forth against your poor member yet again, coaxing it back to full attention. The day is spent much in the same vein as your first hour together, using each other with reckless abandon interspersed by short breaks of sharing stories or snacking. The storm outside does nothing to dampen Arro’s seemingly endless need and while you can barely keep pace, you are able to bring him to his destination every single time. When you both do finally call it quits, the sun has long set and the rain has become little more than a drizzle to accompany your well deserved rest. Sore and more satisfied than you thought possible, you fall asleep beside each other upon his nearly ruined straw pile.