Calvin was on his friend's bed, lying on his back and bored out of his skull as he watched the blur that was the bedroom ceiling fan go by, counting the times it went around and around. The liepard always lost track at about twenty before starting over, but it was something to do while he waited, and the heavenly cool air rushing against his bare belly and sensitive nipples was a nice bonus. It wasn’t too hot this summer, but Ron's room tended to cook whoever was in it regardless, and so the steady breeze encouraged blissful purrs from the newly evolved pokemon's chest.

Calvin sighed; as fun as watching the fan go by was, he’d been waiting forever for Ron to come out of the bathroom, a deerling that was also his best friend in the whole world. He’d never been much into deerling before meeting Ron, but after years of hanging out with one and getting some very intimate close ups, he had to admit they had their charm. Fur that changed with the seasons, pretty eyes that he had to force himself not to stare into, and a butt so fine it was a tragedy he’d never gotten to sample it. Ron being straight sucked. 

Tonight was one of their routine sleepovers, this time at Ron's house. They tended to do this every other weekend during school months on a rotating schedule between whose house they flocked to, but with school being out they’ve been together near-constantly. And this led to a little quirk of Ron’s he’d noticed: once per night, the deerling used the bathroom for waaaay too long.

Ron came up with excuse after excuse. “Oh, I took a shower,” “Sorry, my dinner disagreed with me,” and the classic, “Oww, my stomach hurt!”, but it very quickly became very clear to Calvin that Ron was lying, badly at that. Did the deerling really forget how good a liepard’s sense of smell was? It was obvious the deerling was masturbating. His scent lay thick in the air, a cloud of musk that followed him into the bedroom, forcing Calvin to deal with the horribly enticing aroma without comment. Which was all well and good, except it made Calvin have to masturbate too, and that got annoying fast.

After minutes of waiting, the door to his friend’s room finally creaked open, then shut just as quietly. Calvin sighed in relief and dread. Ron had returned from his lengthy ‘bathroom break’. I wonder how strong it’ll be this time?

Pretty strong, apparently. Ron obviously didn’t clean up as much as usual, because the deerling stank of cum and masculinity. It was so unfair. Being bi when your friend was straight sucked.

“What took you?” Calvin said without looking the deerling’s way. They both knew exactly what took him, Calvin just wondered if Ron would admit to it this time. Even if he couldn’t smell the hefty musk on his friend a mile away, the trot in Ron’s step made it obvious. Why Ron couldn’t wait until the sleepover was over and he was gone before stroking one out, Calvin would never know. 

“Sorry, stomach ache," Ron said, making Calvin roll his eyes. "Better now!”

Still in his first evolution, albeit close to becoming a sawsbuck, Ron was actually pretty big for a deerling, while Calvin was small for a liepard. This meant they were close in size, though Calvin still enjoyed bragging about being larger while he still could. Thinking of Ron as a sawsbuck gave him the shivers. He'd be huge, in more ways than one. 

Ron hopped up next to him on the bed, amplifying his scent a thousand fold and making his actions in the bathroom even more obvious. 

“Whatcha wanna do?" Ron said, seemingly oblivious to the fact he smelled like a fresh fapping session. "I don’t really wanna watch T.V. again all night…” 

Calvin had been letting the horny deerling have his fun for months now, but enough was enough. Being forced to smell his potent musk wasn’t fair at all, working him up without a chance of recourse. The sweet-smelling perfume or whatever he sprayed on did not mask the aroma one bit.

“Stomach ache?” Calvin repeated sarcastically. “Right. You were totally jerking it again, weren’t you?”

Ron’s cheeks miraculously turned crimson through his green fur. “Was not!”

Calvin rolled onto his belly just so he could give Ron a ‘really, dude?’ look.

Ron squirmed, before admitting,“Okay, maybe I was! So?”

“So you lied about it,” Calvin said. “You don’t need to do that, man. Next time you go rub one off, just say, ‘be right back, gotta cum!’. Much less awkward than pretending you’re trapped in the bathroom with a ‘stomach ache’.” He leaned in slyly. “In fact, maybe I'll take care of my urges on your bed while you are gone, mhm? Maybe I already have!”

He hadn’t been, but the look on Ron’s face was priceless. The mortified deerling sputtered for a few moments, looking between him and the bed, before finally blurting, “You’re bluffing!”

“Yep!” Calvin cackled. “But you totally thought I was serious for a second!”

“Did not!”

“Did so!”

Ron huffed before letting out a sigh. “...How’d you even know I was doing that? I used that nice smelling cherry spray stuff my mom uses and everything!” 

He stared at the deerling. “Dude. You do this at least every other time I come over; you're not fooling anyone. Besides, that stuff isn’t strong at all. You reek of your fapping session. "

“Oh.” Ron squirmed, ears falling flat. “Right. Um, sorry?”

He waved him off with a paw. “Nah, it’s cool. I get it, and I don’t mind. I’m horny all the time too. Anyway, are you sure you don’t want to watch T.V.? Because the new episode of Rescue Mudkips dropped tonight! I wanna see what happens to Gloria.”

Ron’s embarrassment vanished in favor of a bright smile. “That’s tonight? Awesome! Guess I do wanna watch T.V.! Race you there!”

“Last one there has to rub the other’s paws!” Calvin said.

“Wait, wha—” But Calvin had already jumped over the deerling and opened the door, laughing maniacally as Ron scrambled to keep up. “Hey! No fair! Get back here or so help me I’ll shove a hoof so far up your butt you’ll sneeze fur!”

Only turning his head back for a moment, he yelled, “Sounds like a good time to me!” before continuing down the hall, taking a sharp left down the stairs. 

“You’re so gross!”

“Thanks!”

It was at this point Ron’s mother noticed their antics, the maternal sawsbuck scowling up at him as he hopped down the stairs. Calvin just rushed past her with a quick, “Sorry!” before entering the living room and leaping onto the large couch, heart pounding in his ears. “Woo! I win! Suck it, Ron!” He purred with contentment.

Ron came into the living room huffing and puffing, glaring daggers due to his awesome victory. “Doesn’t count! I didn’t even say— ow! The heck, Mom?”

Calvin watched with amusement as his friend got whacked in the back of his head by one of his mother’s cloven hooves. As though sensing his smile, she turned her ire his way, fire in her eyes. “Ron, Calvin,” she began, almost sweetly, “What have I told you two about running and yelling in the house?”

“That we shouldn’t?” Calvin said weakly.

“Exactly," she agreed, "So why in the name of Arceus are you two running and yelling when it’s almost dark out?”

“Sorry, Mom.”

“Sorry, Mrs. Grasswhistle.” Then, he added, “Won’t happen again.“

“Better not, but we all know it will.” She let out an exasperated sigh. “Just keep your voices down the rest of the night, okay? I’m going to bed soon and I do not want to be woken up by your antics.”

“Can we watch T.V.?” Ron asked, the hope in his voice mirroring Calvin’s mood. “Rescue Mudkips is on tonight!”

“I don’t care what you do as long as it’s quiet.” With a huff, she turned to walk out of the living room, no doubt headed for her bedroom upstairs. But as she left, she kept her poofy tail hiked up in frustration, and Calvin’s eyes couldn’t help but wander. Her tiny vulva and equally tiny anus were on full display, drawing his attention like an oasis in a desert. 

He was only looking for a moment, but Ron still noticed and hissed under his breath. “Dude. That’s my Mom.”

“Yeah,” Calvin said, watching the sawsbuck’s vulva shift and flex until the moment she went out of view. “And she’s a babe.”

“Ugh,” Ron grunted as he sat next to him on the couch. “Have I said how gross you are?”

Calvin nodded. “Constantly.”

But as Ron huffed and pressed the remote’s on-button, ready to move on and forget about it, Calvin couldn’t stop thinking about the sawsbuck’s butt. Which was really worrying, because he so did not want to pop a boner in front of his friend—or worse, get wet. Sure, it had happened before, and Ron was cool enough to ignore it, as was courteous, but one of these days he’d notice the odd smell, and then the jig would be up.

His friend discovering his pussy like that was so not on his to do list.

It wasn’t that Calvin didn’t trust the deerling, really he did, but he knew that if Ron found out, things would become different between them. He wouldn’t just be one of the boys anymore, he’d be his weird friend with a cock and a pussy. 

Thankfully, his brief existential crisis managed to do the trick, and there was not a boner in a sight. He could focus on enjoying his favorite show with his favorite friend.

“Other than my Mom, still ew by the way, have you thought about girls?" Ron randomly whispered a few minutes into the show. The deerling shifted on his haunches. "You know, any from school? I’ve got my eye on this pretty ponyta from algebra.”

Not expecting this line of questioning, especially from the usually timid deerling, Calvin was more than happy to engage. Boy talk was fun. “You mean Clara? Yeah, she’s pretty hot, and has a nice ass, but Sasha is more my style. Have you SEEN how swollen her cookie got last month? She was so in heat, I’m shocked she even came to school. Made me want to just mount her right then and there, you know?”

“Oh, totally!” Ron said, grinning. Show thoroughly forgotten—it wasn’t a very good episode anyway—Ron swiveled around to face him, beaming. “Clara is hotter, though. She winked at me once. You know, down there.”

“It wasn’t at you, you dork," Calvin said with a snort. "That just happens when they're excited.” 

“Was so!” Ron shot back. When he rolled his eyes, Ron slumped. “Okay, maybe it was a coincidence, but it was still super sexy! Arceus, what I wouldn’t give to fuck someone from school. I don’t care who, or what kind of pokemon, I just—you know?”

Calvin did know. Even listening to Ron speak was making him peek out of his sheath and get a little wet, the latter of which he really hoped Ron wouldn’t be able to smell. This was exactly the sort of thing he wanted to avoid, but he had gotten so excited to finally have some boy talk with the usually timid Ron that he jumped at the opportunity. Oh well, Ron wasn’t very observant. No way he’d notice. 

“Yeah,” Calvin agreed dreamily. “Just thinking about slipping into a nice and snug hole… Mhm. The way pussies squeeze, and oh man, I can only imagine how they’d feel on the inside during orgasm. They can really squeeze hard, you know that? Milk the cum right out of you!”

“Oh, gosh, dude," Ron said, and Calvin noticed a sliver of pink poking out of his sheath. "Keep talking like that, and I’ll need to use the bathroom again!”

They grinned at each other before bursting into giggles. 

After their giggle fit calmed down, Ron tilted his head and said, “Hang on, how do you know any of that? You sound way more experienced than me, and I’m pretty sure you’re a virgin too.”

“Porn,” Calvin said, perhaps a little too quickly. “Lots you can learn from porn.”

Please buy it, please buy it, please buy it.

“That makes sense,” Ron said, nodding. Calvin nearly let out a sigh of relief. Not that he didn’t want Ron to know, he just hadn’t found the right moment. “Figures you watch a lot of porn.”

“And you don’t?” he countered, giving the deerling a playful shove. “Mr. ‘stomach ache’?”

“Honestly, no," Ron said. "I just, uh, imagine myself mounting Clara or some other cute girl and, you know. What I wouldn’t give to make that a reality. I’m serious. If any girl asked me, I’d probably mount them in a heartbeat.” 

Something in Ron’s voice—be it genuine longing, hope, whatever—triggered a stupid, dumb, desperate idea he hadn’t considered before. His friend obviously was sex-starved, and so was Calvin. He’d always wondered what sex would be like. Be it taking or receiving, both appealed to him, so why not? Why leave them both wondering when they could satiate that curiosity. Right here, right now.

Swallowing hard, he went for it. "What if I said you could fuck a pussy?" Calvin suggested casually, like he was speaking about the weather. "Like, tonight?"

Ron tilted his head. "Uhhh, I'd say I'm super confused."

“I’m serious.” Calvin leaned forward, licking his suddenly dry lips. “I wanna show you something. Do NOT freak, got it?"

Ron leaned back from him. "You're sorta making me freak already!"

"Oh, Arceus…” Calvin took a deep breath and counted back from ten. “Do you want me to trust you with my deepest, darkest secret or not, you dummy?!”

Calvin wanted to say he wasn’t sure why he was doing this, but honestly, he’d always wanted this, he just wasn’t sure with who until now. Everyone at school talked about sex like it was this amazing, life-changing experience. It apparently made you super cool as well, but he wasn’t really worried about that part. He’d be lucky to get lucky at all.

But Ron was his friend. Ron was someone he could trust. Ron wanted to fuck a pussy as much as he was willing to get fucked. Ron was also super fucking hot. Sounded perfect to him. 

“What do secrets have to do with getting pussy?” Ron couldn’t seem to put two and two together. Calvin squirmed from anxiety at how difficult this was. “I swear, if this is a joke about fucking my mom, I’ll—”

“No! Ew,” Calvin said, gawking at the deerling. His boner shrank from the thought, and he was pretty sure his pussy was acting like a drop of water in the desert. As sexy as Ron’s mom was, that was way too far. “And you said I was the gross one. No, what I had in mind is way more, uh, fun? I guess? Just promise me you won’t tell anyone if I show you, okay?”

“Sure?” Ron said as though it were a question. “I don’t know why you’re being so coy about it though.”

Realizing he wasn’t going to get it unless he saw, Calvin took another deep breath before rolling onto his back, revealing the little pink tip peeking out of his sheath and his fuzzy balls. What wasn’t on display, however, was his vulva. Naturally, Ron looked away immediately, but Calvin quickly said, “Don’t look away! I know this sounds strange, but I’m going to move my balls and you’re going to know what I mean, okay?”

“What—”

“Don’t question it! Just look.” Calming himself with a few deep breaths, Calvin used a paw to lift his balls, and Ron looked just in time to see a tiny feline pussy nestled snugly under his sack, a dollop of wetness glistening in the center of his folds. “See? I, uh, I have a pussy. Surprise!”

He was growing increasingly anxious at how quiet Ron was. The deerling did not seem to comprehend what he was staring at. Even after being told, he just… looked, confusion painted clearly all over his face. 

“What,” Ron eventually replied.

Still holding his balls out of the way, Calvin shrunk back a bit. “What do you mean, ‘what’?” 

“I mean, what!” Ron repeated forcefully. “There’s no way that’s real. You’re messing with me. It’s too small, anyway.”

“It is SO real,” Calvin countered. Then, feeling defensive at his femininity being challenged, he added, “And it is NOT small. It’s the normal size for a liepard my age.” He may be outwardly masculine, but that was still his pussy being insulted. He could not let such a stain on his honor stand. 

“But you can’t have a pussy,” Ron stated matter-of-factly, as though he had a point. “Boys don’t have pussies.”

Blood pounded in his ears from how easily things could have gone wrong, and still could go wrong. He said, “Some do. I do. I was born like this, you know? It’s functional and everything. And so is my dick. I even have ovaries and stuff. Somehow. Dunno why, doctors say it’s, like, super rare or something.”

Ron continued to peer down at his revealed junk, mouth agape. “You’re serious. That's… weird, but also kinda cool. What’s it like? Is it sensitive? Is there really a vagina in there too?”

Finally able to relax with the knowledge that Ron was cool with it, or at least not grossed out, Calvin leaned back and showed off more of himself by spreading his legs, giving Ron a tantalizing glimpse between his feminine folds. “You tell me,” he teased, making Ron the first pokemon who’d ever seen inside his pink little tunnel. It was exciting. “I’m serious about letting you do stuff with me, by the way. Maybe even f-fuck, if you’re cool with it? Just as friends! No, uh, lovey-squishy stuff. Just in and out, we cum, and then maybe do it again whenever we’re horny? Is that cool?”

Ron nervously glanced over at the stairs, which were just in sight from the living room. “What if my mom comes in though?” the deerling stage-whispered, looking anxiously toward the barely visible stairs off to their right. “I’m not saying no, since you know how curious and horny I am about girls, but Mom would freak out on me if she saw us doing anything. Especially since you got a, you know…”

“A pussy?” Calvin finished for him, daring to rub himself as Ron watched in slack-law disbelief. Yeeeah, she might be a tiny bit confused if she saw me like this. Wanna go to the bathroom and do it then? I’m getting real worked up thinking about it!” 

His penis twitched as he shamelessly played with his audibly wet pussy lips, squishing his paw pad against those sensitive folds and making Ron squirm in the process. His insides tensed and his cock flexed, the sensations and reactions of both genitals inescapably linked.

“Y-you’re getting hard too,” Ron pointed out, gulping as he stared at his increasingly large pecker. Well, large was being generous. It was pretty small, especially compared to Ron’s massive, albeit slender, dick. 

Calvin had to admit, he enjoyed the few peeks he’d managed over their years as friends. Ron was definitely packing. Imagining that sleek, lengthy deerling cock inside of him had him moving his paw even faster, to the point of generating quiet squelches. 

“Dude!” Ron eventually stuttered out, reminding him that he had an audience. “I just said I’m worried my mom might see us, stop rubbing yourself!”

“Aww, you’re no fun.” Calvin nonetheless stopped masturbating, though not without slipping a paw-bean inside to gather quite the healthy slathering of feminine fluids. He held up his slippery paw in triumph. “Here! Betcha never smelled girl jizz before. Isn’t it neat? Wanna sniff it?” He laughed as Ron wrinkled his muzzle. “Come on! It’s the real deal, I promise!”

Despite his protests, Ron was obviously curious and the deerling, after a moment’s hesitation, leaned in and flared his nostrils, before reeling back with a totally fake gag. “Ew! Smells like sweat, but weirder!” 

“Eh, guess that’s accurate.” Then, just to fuck with Ron, he licked his paw clean. “Tastes good, though.” It actually tasted like sweaty underwear, but the look on Ron’s face was priceless. 

“Ugh! You’re so… you!” 

Calvin beamed. “Yep!” He then peered down to the slender length peeking from Ron’s sheath. “But don’t say you don’t like it, not when your own dick is saying hi. Have I ever mentioned it’s a nice dick? Because man, it’s pretty great.”

Ron sputtered for a moment. “How are you so casual about this?!” Ron questioned as he covered himself with a hoof. “You, like… offer sex right after telling me you have a pussy, and now you’re being your usual self, but like, even lewder. Feels sooo weird.”

Calvin deflated slightly. “Sorry, I’m not trying to make this weird. I’m just really happy you’re accepting me, you know? I’m also really, really horny, and I don’t care which part of me gets attention. I just want sex. You know that feeling where you just… you just want to have sex so, so badly?”

“Yeah, I guess I get that,” Ron said, frowning. ”But why me?”

“Because I trust you!” Calvin said with a smile. “And you trust me! It’s sorta perfect. Dunno why I didn’t see it before, but man, the more I think about it, the better it feels, you know?”

“But I’m straight,” Ron protested, face scrunched up in thought. “Even if it’s… interesting, and I’m cool with it, I’m not into boys.” 

Ron’s thinking face was honestly adorable. Calvin’s cock twitched and his insides clenched as he fantasized about all the things they’d do together if Ron said yes. The deering went through more funny expressions before settling on exasperation. That didn’t bode well.

“Come on,” Calvin pressed, feeling so close to getting through to him, “I’m not asking you to take it up the ass or anything. It’s not gay to fuck your best friend in the pussy.” Ron still didn’t seem convinced, so he went for the kill, “And besides, imagine how tight, wet, and warm my pussy is! I’m actually jealous. I’d kill to be the one fucking me.”

“Dude,” Ron deadpanned, “that’s really narcissistic.”

Calvin groaned. “Ugh, why are you being so stuffy about this! You already made it clear you’re curious. Tell you what, how about we go into the bathroom where we can get as messy as we want, and see what happens? I know you want to. I can see it in your eyes. Pleeeeeease?”

“F-fine,” Ron conceded. Calvin started cheering, but Ron quickly added, “Only in the bathroom, only this once, and if it’s awkward, we stop! If Mom knocks, we say we’re taking a bath.”

“Kinky,” Calvin said, waggling his eyebrows.

Ron sighed. “Oh, shut up.”

There were two bathrooms in the house. One was upstairs near the bedrooms, and the other was downstairs near the kitchen. This was perfect, as it meant Ron’s mom wasn’t likely to interrupt them. The bad news was the size of the bathroom. Being secondary, it was pretty cramped, good for washing your paws before dinner, and the occasional shower or bath when the upstairs one was occupied, but not for what they had planned. 

Calvin and Ron did their best to squeeze inside the tiny bathroom together, nearly tripping over each other in the process.

“Oww, watch it!” Calvin cried. “You almost stepped on my tail!”

“You’re the one trying to trip me with it!”

The sink cabinet was to their left. Being small and unassuming, you’d think it would be easy to avoid. The problem with that, again, was the size of the damn bathroom. The tub was straight across from it to the right, leaving barely enough room for a single adult pokemon to walk through, let alone two teens. Then there was the toilet, buried into the floor on the far right corner of the bathroom, just past the tub and small towel rack. Hardly the most romantic setting for their first time.

Realizing this wasn’t going to work, Calvin shoved past Ron, pulled aside the gaudy pink and yellow flower curtains to the bathtub, and climbed inside, giving them both enough space to breathe. “There we go,” Calvin said, peeking his head out from behind the curtains. The smooth rounded tub was cold against his paws. “How do you want to do this? Because man is this bathroom teeny!” 

“This is your plan,” Ron pointed out with a huff. “If you want your pussy touched, you figure it out.”

“Oh, come on, don’t pretend you don't want some of this.” Calvin gestured to himself and Ron let out a snort, so he chalked that up to progress. Laughter was better than nervousness. “Seriously though, maybe we could do it in the tub? It’s big enough for your Mom, it’s big enough for us. Wider than the floor of the bathroom at least. I mean, aside from near the toilet, but ew.”

“I’m still not sure about this, Calvin,” Ron said, glancing at the door as if his Mom would suddenly come barging in. Which was dumb, since they both made sure it was locked.“Can’t you just put your butt over the rim and I’ll, uh, test out if I’m into this?”

Now that was something he had no problem doing. Without a word, he turned around, lifted his tail, and shoved his upper thighs right up against the lip of the tub, showing off his girl bits to his best friend, while his balls were just barely hidden by the rim. Said rim was cold against his sac, which ugh, but he had to make sure only the parts visible back there were the ones he knew Ron liked. Best chance he had for success and all. “How’s this?” he teased, keeping his tail tucked to the side so Ron could see the full curve of his soaked feline folds, along with his tailhole, if he was into that sort of thing. “Like what you see?”

When Ron didn’t say anything for a few seconds, Calvin looked over his shoulder to see the deerling staring open-mouthed at his vulva. He cheered internally. It was working!

More pent up than ever, Calvin put in a little trill to his voice as he suggested slyly, “You can put it in now if you want. It’ll feel awesome! Just imagine how tight and warm it'll be, how soft and wet. So very wet. It’ll squeeze you, clench hard around you, milk you dry.”

“T-those are all the same things,” Ron stuttered out, prancing in place as his fully-erect cock dangled between his legs. The sight of that long, sleek length made it very hard to think about anything except being filled. “A-and you’ve already said how good it’ll feel—”

“Because it will feel good!” he whined, unable to help himself. It felt like there was a fire inside his loins, and Ron was the only pokemon in the world who could put it out. “I can’t stop thinking about you putting it in, okay?! I want it so badly it hurts! M-maybe put it in only for a little while to see if you like it? Just a second? Please?”

“F-fuck, dude,” Ron whined back, pacing on the tiled floor like he had to pee, “Why is hearing you say that so hot? I—I want this, I want to put it in, but I— I don’t know. Why me? I still don’t get it.” 

The deerling paced for a few more seconds, showing off his twitching cock and large, full balls with every turnaround. Hope bloomed in Calvin’s heart. He would have been fine with some foreplay, maybe even a good licking, but right now he only had his sight’s on Ron’s slender length, and he was so close to getting it.

“Because I want you, okay?” Calvin said, surprising even himself. Whatever it meant, whatever he felt, he was learning things about himself he wasn’t aware of. But he couldn’t focus on the implications. It was like liquid heat had been injected into his veins. He’d never been so hopelessly lost in lust. “You’re super cute, and hot, and sexy, and oh man, what am I even saying, just climb up and shove it in already!”

Something seemed to flip in Ron. Whether it was him begging, telling Ron how sexy he was, or just his aroused scent getting to him, Calvin didn’t know, but Ron suddenly reared up on his hind legs and climbed onto his back. Immediately he thrust forward, poking around his backside with that awesome dick of his. His tip brushed against his slit once or twice, only to get deflected to the side by how unbelievably wet he was, sliding teasingly across his tingling folds.

“Oh, fuck yes, dude!” Calvin squeaked out, voice cracking from how excited he was. He lifted his rear end as high as it could go, freeing his balls from being squished against the tub, firmly planting his face into the tub floor. It was uncomfortable, it was cold, and his spine was a tad bent from the awkward position, but he was so horny he couldn’t care less. “Put it in, put it in, put it in!”

“Sh-shut up, I’m trying! It’s harder than it seems!”

Calvin couldn’t believe how close he was to losing his virginity to his best friend. They’d known each other for years. Went to school together, played together, had sleepovers constantly, and talked about almost anything you could imagine. But now here they were, lost in lust as they prepared to fuck like a pair of lopunnies. 

The deering huffed as he attempted to put it in, sending jolts of lightning through Calvin with every teasing poke and tantalizing prod. He even poked his anus once, making him clench up in surprise. The anticipation was killing him. What was even taking so long? Dudes in porn put it in first try! All he had to do was shove forward and—

“F-fuck!” Calvin cried as he was suddenly stuffed full of what most definitely did not feel like the sleek deerling cock he anticipated. The sensation was way more intense than he thought it would be. He had expected a sharp pinch, maybe a flash of pain before dulling out into tingly pleasure, but this felt like he was being torn in two. Every inch of Ron's incredibly warm length seemed larger than the last, the deerling not stopping for a moment as he wiggled his hips, moaning as he strived to bury as much of himself into Calvin’s spasming tunnel as possible. “H-hold on a moment, it feels like you shoved a fucking tree up there!”

“But you feel so—ooooh—you’re so warm and squishy and tight! J-just a little deeper, oh gosh!” Ron jerked forward again, sending a lance of discomfort through his loins that tore an embarrassing yowl from his throat. His claws were out, rending the tub as Ron lost himself in how amazing his pussy apparently felt. Well, good for him!

Fed up and unable to take any more, Calvin lifted his head and hissed right in Ron’s face, stunning him into halting, immediately giving his poor pussy the chance to adapt to being stuffed for the first time. 

“Finally!” Calvin said, glaring at the guilty-looking deerling. “I wanted you to put it in slowly, not shove the entire thing in at once, dude!”

“You never said that," he protested weakly. "And when we wrestle, you always win and never seem to get hurt, so I thought your pussy would be tougher or something. Heck, I haven't even put much in you yet!"

Disbelieving, Calvin used his flexibility to check on their connection, only to choke when he saw that the majority of Ron’s cock was outside his lightly spread feline vulva. Ron’s cock wasn’t any thicker than it looked, either, it really was sleek enough to slide in easily. He was thoroughly embarrassed at how little he had taken so far. 

“Oh,” Calvin began meekly, only to puff up. “But still! You should’ve listened when I said stop! I’ve never done this before, and how much I kick your ass when we play has nothing to do with the toughness of my pussy, you ding dong. I haven’t even put any toys in it yet! It has to, like, stretch first. So you shouldn’t have done that so fast!”

“But I couldn’t help it!” Ron whined, and Calvin could tell by his expression just how badly he wanted to stuff his lengthy dick inside him. “You just, oh Arceus, you feel amazing! I’m sorry I put it in so fast… I can hold it here if you want?  I might be able to cum rocking back and forth like this."

“That good, huh?” Calvin sighed wistfully, only somewhat joking around. “I’m jealous. Just… give me a minute, okay? Please don’t cum before I start enjoying this too.” Then, more quietly. "And, uh, I'm glad you're doing this with me."

“I-I’ll try. And yeah, me too. You feel amazing." 

It didn’t take long before the sharp strain of being split in half died down to a dull, throbbing ache. Until even that settled down to a warm pressure. Calvin began to relax, and even enjoyed it a little, his folds quickly getting used to the hot, stiff length spreading him open. Ron’s penis was so dynamic and alive, throbbing and twitching and all kinds of funny motions that he loved. If a deerling felt this big, he could only imagine how getting knotted by a canine pokemon would feel.

He almost shuddered at the thought.

Still looking back at Ron, Calvin smiled. “I think I’m used to it now. You can go deeper.” Ron didn’t wait; he immediately took advantage of his assent, grunting as he stretched out his poor walls by sliding deeper. But as Ron continued to slip more of himself inside, Calvin’s eyes went wide. Suddenly everything felt good. It still felt like he was being stretched to his limits, but now in a nice sort of way. Having never used a dildo before, he could only compare the feeling to those times he sucked off his own dick, only backward somehow. “W-wow, okay, that feels loads better!”

“Y-yeah!” Ron gasped, obviously struggling not to just slam in like the first time. “You feel less squeezy now, but you’re still tight. It’s soooo good. Oh man, I can’t believe I’m actually inside you, oh man!” His cloven hooves have been dangling on the edges of the tub, but now he put them on his back, helping to prop himself up while digging his weird hoof-toes into his fur. “Uh… This isn’t awkward, is it?”

He clenched around Ron at the intimate contact, tingles rocketing up his spine and making him curl his claws in delight. “N-nope! That’s perfect! Keep going, I love this! ”

Ron suddenly stopped pushing in. Having moved back to putting his face near the floor of the tub, Calvin couldn’t see how much was left, but surely that wasn’t it. “You don’t have to wait, you can shove more into me,” Calvin purred, curling his tail around Ron’s thigh. “I can take it.”

“I-it’s already all inside,” Ron said. He sounded about as amazed as Calvin felt. “I can feel you squeezing, oh gosh! And you’re just so hot!"

Calvin knew he meant temperature hot, but the compliment still went to his head. "Keep talking like that and I might just have to suck your dick later."

"Ew, gross, dude!" Ron said while literally balls-deep inside his best friend. Calvin laughed at the absurdity. “I’m going to start f-fucking you now. Are you sure you’re fine?”

“Do it! Be as rough as you want!” he said, feeling adventurous now that his insides were used to its first major insertion. Perhaps too adventurous with how poorly he took the initial penetration. “I’m not in heat, so you better finish inside!”

That was all the encouragement Ron needed to start pulling back, making Calvin gasp at the thrilling sensation of a cock stimulating his walls all over again. It was like going in but with the added bonus of his mind screaming at him not to let Ron pull out. Tragically, that was precisely what happened. Ron pulled back a bit too far, his penis popping out with an audible plop, leaving him with a crushing emptiness and an almost absurd sense of loss. 

“Why’d you pull out?! Put it back in!” Calvin demanded. 

“S-sorry!” Ron frantically apologized. “I didn’t mean to! I’ll put it back in, one sec!” 

This time, Ron only fumbled with a few pokes before slamming home, sliding all the way in with a single, glorious thrust. They cried out in unison as he bottomed out, and whimpered like kittens when he pulled out again. Ron didn’t take it slow after that. He fucked him for real now, taking full advantage of Calvin's stretched and sopping-wet pussy, not giving either of them a chance to adapt further as he began thrusting with purpose. Calvin almost couldn’t believe it had hurt at first with how incredible being stuffed felt now.

Calvin felt a strange thrill when he realized that every time Ron bottomed out, their balls touched.

Somewhere along the line, Ron had hooked his forelegs around his belly, holding him close to his chest and putting his huffing muzzle right next to Calvin’s head. It was a surprising development, though not unwelcome. Ron's belly felt all fuzzy and warm as he simply let the deerling use him like a breeding mount, pounding his already very sore pussy. But, fuck, the tingles were spreading, and no matter how sore he got, he would not tell Ron to stop until he came all over his dick and the floor. Good thing he was in a bathtub.

Calvin murred as Ron deepened his thrusts, pulling out more slowly only to shove in more powerfully to make up for it. Ron had to hold him even closer to his chest to make it work, putting a lot of weight on his back. It was worth it—Arceus, was it worth it! “I think—I think I’m gonna cum soon!”

“M-me too!” Ron said, his motions growing increasingly erratic. “Fuck, dude, this is soooo good! You should’ve told me about your pussy years ago!” 

Calvin wanted to agree, but he was getting so, so very close that all he could do to stop from gasping like a girl was to squeeze his eyes shut and tense his claws as the familiar, glorious release of an unstoppable climax steadily built in his underbelly. But it wasn’t until Ron’s head bumped against his and nuzzled him—be it on purpose or accidentally, he didn’t honestly care—that he lost it completely.

His eyes shot open and his vision swam as pure pleasure rushed through his loins, the first wave made his cock jerk and his pussy squeeze Ron so hard that even the deerling noticed, letting out a moan of his own. The pleasure was unleashed all at once, spilling over him like an avalanche and burying him under a mountain of relief. He could hardly breathe as he experienced his first orgasm with a cock inside him, his rhythmically squeezing tunnel milking Ron for everything he had. 

Ron was still pounding away, though much more urgently as he gasped out, “O-oh, jeez, Calvin, are you—?”

“Y-yes!” Calvin managed to choke out, pressing his cheek against Ron’s as he squirted all over the bathtub’s floor. The best part of being a herm was experiencing the joys of male and female orgasms simultaneously. “And it’s the best I’ve ever—hnn—had!”

Ron whined at that, slamming inside one last time. The deerling held him close as he unloaded his own pent-up balls, filling his innermost depths with slippery heat. Ron continued whimpering like a girl as he ejaculated, nuzzling his cheek and making his ongoing orgasm all the more intense and, dare he say, special. It was almost romantic, if one could ignore the fact he was being fucked in a bathtub. 

Calvin laid there in said bathtub, clenching and squirting for what felt like an eternity. His pussy tingled so good. No doubt it would hurt like a bitch later from the pounding it took, but right now he was grinning like a loon, simply enjoying the fading pleasure while being held by his best friend in the whole world. 

“D-does this make us friends with benefits?” Calvin attempted once he could speak. 

Having climbed into the tub sometime during their mutual orgasms, Ron squeezed him with his forelegs and murmured, “You’re so soft.”

Calvin laughed at how dazed Ron was. “I’ll take that as a yes! Man, is my pussy really that good? Now I’m actually jealous! Maybe I should buy one of those psychic portal things and fuck myself?” As if. Said ‘portal things’ cost so much money that he’d be better off buying ten dildos, three vibrators, a couple of fleshlights, and so much lube he’d be able to swim in it. 

“That’s a hot idea.” Ron’s voice was so bubbly he could hardly recognize him. It was pleasant to hear, a nice sound. “What would that even feel like? Wouldn’t you, like, go into a feedback loop or whatever of orgasms?”

“That is so not how that works,” Calvin said, giggling. “If I cum, I get soft, just like you.”

“Wait, soft? So you… jizzed? Like, in the tub?” Ron was suddenly up, scrambling out of the tub like it had caught fire and yanking his softening cock out of his pussy in the process, along with a gush of wet warmth he more felt than heard. The overdramatic deerling peered into the tub, eyes wide and mortified. “I can see it! Ew!”

Calvin got up as well, though he nearly slipped as his paw squelched on some mystery goop. Either his or Ron’s, the world would never know. 

Not caring about his messy paw, Calvin stretched casually with his butt in Ron’s face to show the deerling the mess they made together. “See this?” he said, looking over his back at the grossed-out deerling to further prove his point. “You put that there. And it’s inside me. Like, actually inside me. I can feel it being all gooey and drippy and stuff. If I’m not going all ‘ew, icky’ about this, then you’re being a dingus by freaking out over a little bit of jizz on your fur.”

“It’s on my fur?!” Ron cried, looking himself over and nearly falling onto his rump in the process.

“Oh, grow up.” Calvin sat up and smiled at his friend’s dumb antics. “And get back in the tub. You’re leaking all over the floor.”

Facing away from him, Ron glanced between his legs, where a long, gooey strand of what seemed to be a mix of both their fluids connected it to the floor. “Aw, man!”

“See?” Calvin smugly said. “Now seriously, get in. We’re taking a bath." Silently appreciating his friend’s conveniently presented green rump, he added, "By the way, your butt is prettier in the spring."

"Sh-shut up." But a smile slipped onto Ron's flustered expression, and Calvin knew he had the deerling firmly in his claws.