The sun had long since set by the time I finally made it back home.
"Mom, I'm home," I said quietly, my voice low and tired. My legs were weak and unsteady.
Mom, still in her floral apron, stepped out of the kitchen. Her green eyes flicked first to me, taking in my shaky, exhausted state.
Then her gaze moved to Lopunny and Meowscarada, who were calmly standing behind me.
Both Pokémon looked happy and relaxed. Their tails were gently swishing and they looked completely fine.
But me? My face was bright red, eyes tired and half-open, cheeks a little hollow like I hadn't eaten all day and my whole body legs were still shaking. I could barely stand up straight.
Mom's brow furrowed with worry. "Ryan? Sweetheart, are you alright? Are you okay? You look exhausted…"
"Nothing," I said quickly, forcing a weak smile. "Just really tired. And hungry."
"Well, dinner's almost ready," Mom said, her tone softening but her eyes still watchful. "Why don't you go wash up? It'll be on the table in five minutes."
I nodded, shuffling toward the bathroom. The familiar routine of washing my hands with cool water helped ground me a little. By the time I returned, the comforting smell of home-cooked food filled the dining room.
We all sat down at the table. Lopunny and Meowscarada took their seats on both sides of me. Dad was already across from us, his loyal Machop sitting patiently beside his chair. (Butterfree was napping in Mom's room.)
Mom brought over the dishes. Tonight's meal was a comforting feast: a rich, creamy cheese pasta, a warm tomato soup, fluffy mashed potatoes and a basket of soft bread rolls stuffed with sweet- berries paste.
"Dig in, everyone," Dad said with a warm smile, gesturing to the feast on the table.
The room filled with the soft clinks of spoons and the happy sounds of a family sharing a meal. After a few moments of comfortable quiet, Mom put her fork down and turned to me with a gentle smile.
"So," she began, her voice soft but curious, "this is your last week of school. It's a big step. Have you thought about what you want to do next? A career... or something else entirely?"
I nodded slowly, swallowing a bite of the creamy pasta. "Kind of," I admitted, my voice quiet. "I have an idea…. But I want to really think it through this week before I say anything."
Mom smiled, her eyes full of encouragement. "That's a very responsible way to approach it."
From across the table, Dad said. "No pressure at all, son. Take your time. Choose whatever path you like, the only thing that matters is that it makes you happy."
While we were talking, under the table, two soft paws quietly found my zipper.
Lopunny's soft paw brushed my knee first, warm and gentle, then slid higher. Her fingers found the zipper and eased it down in slow, careful, almost silent care.
Meowscarada's paw came in from the other side at the exact same moment.
Together they pulled my pants and boxers lower, letting my cock spring out into the cool air under the table.
Warm, fluffy paws wrapped around it right away, one smooth and soft, the other a little rougher, rubbing slow and steady, up and down, until I was completely hard.
My face went bright red. My ears burned. I stopped eating.
I reached down fast, trying to push their paws away, whispering "stop" under my breath. Instead they caught my hands and guided them between their legs.
Both were already soaked.
Lopunny parted her thighs under the tablecloth. My fingers brushed soft cream fur, then warm, slick folds that opened the second I touched them.
Meowscarada did the same on my left, her fur damp, pressing my hand right against her heat.
My fingers moved on their own now.
Lopunny's fur was super soft and warm. I slid my fingers over her smooth cream fur, then between her wet folds.
She was silky inside, hot and slippery. Every slow rub made her thighs shake a little.
When I pushed a finger in, she squeezed tight, soft and wet. A tiny "Luu~♡" slipped out, so quiet only I heard it.
On the other hand, Meowscarada fur was shorter, but still very soft and warm. She was hotter and even wetter.
My fingers slid easily over her slick folds, dark green outside, pink inside.
When I rubbed her clit she jerked, tail flicking hard. Two fingers went in smooth; she gripped rougher and tighter. A low "Nyaa~♡" came out.
Both tried to stay calm above the table, ears only twitching when I hit the right spot, while their hips rocked in tiny circles against my fingers under the tablecloth.
Mom noticed I wasn't eating.
"Son? Is the food okay? I made your favorite tonight."
"N-no, it's good," I stammered, face on fire. I pulled my hand free from Meowscarada and grabbed my spoon again, eating as fast as I could.
But my fingers were still wet from her.
When I brought the next bite to my mouth, that sweet, warm scent hit me, exactly the same as Meowscarada down there, a little wild and impossible to ignore, making my cock give another hard twitch under the table.
My ears burned hotter. I tried to chew normally, pretending nothing was wrong, but every bite tasted mixed with her smell.
Meowscarada wasn't happy I'd pulled away.
She made a tiny, grumpy sound. Then her dark-green paw slipped right back between my legs.
Her soft pads brushed the head of my cock first, light, teasing, still slick from earlier pre cum, then wrapped around the shaft with a slow, firm squeeze.
She started stroking (up and down, steady and warm), her paw pads gliding over every vein, thumb rubbing little circles just under the tip every time she reached the top.
While Lopunny kept my other hand trapped between her thighs.
If I stopped moving my fingers, she'd push her hips down a little, making me go deeper.
Two fingers were already inside her (warm, soft, and so wet they slid in and out easily).
Every time I curled them or rubbed that special spot, her fluffy ears gave a tiny twitch and her cheeks turned a soft pink.
She kept eating like everything was normal, but her eyes stayed half-closed, a quiet little smile on her face, like she was floating on a warm cloud…
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