"I'mma get you!" Jamie cried, his lithe body coiled around a branch as he slowly inched his way over to the pidgey. "You can't escape!" 

As a dratini, Jamie wasn't very fast up in the trees—indeed, when compared to his flying friend, he wouldn’t say he was very fast at all. Even though Amy wasn’t allowed to use her wings, she usually won, but that was okay. Win or lose, hanging out with his best friend was where the real fun was. 

Jamie lunged forward, narrowly missing Amy’s tail feathers as she hoped to another branch.

"Hehe, can't catch me! Can't catch me! You're too slow!" She shook her rump at him, like she always did when teasing, only now he was more aware than ever of the subtle dip in her backside. He stared. She was so interesting now. Only a week ago, he'd have dismissed the little opening as nothing more than her butt. He had one, she had one, everyone had one. It was normal. Maybe even a little gross. But now? After being with his sister? After knowing what fun you could have with that place? With what waited inside? He couldn't think of anything else. Nothing was more fascinating. Nothing made him more curious than that most private place under his friend's tail. 

Amy quickly moved on, hopping away before he could feel satisfied. A peek wouldn't be enough. It couldn't be. Not with this newfound energy coursing through his veins. Mating had changed him. He knew that. His sister knew that. Their many encounters after their first time had only reinforced this change. He loved sex. It was the best. His sister was the best. But, he wanted to share his experience. To show his best friend, to show Amy, how fun it was to play like an adult, to guide her through mutual pleasure like his sister had guided him. 

So what if Julia said he shouldn't mate with his 'pidgey friend'? She shouldn't have mated with him and that hadn't stopped her. 

“Hey, you’re spacing out! Whatcha thinking about?” 

Still hanging on the branch from where his failed lunge occured, Jamie blinked at the pidgey. "Uh, just thinking about a new game we could play! This is fun, but I have a funner one!"

Amy hopped back over to his branch with a shuffle of her wings. "Aww, you sure? I was having fun… You're not mad you couldn't get me, are you? Are you?"

He stuck his tongue out at her, to which she replied in kind. They giggled, warmth blooming in his chest and causing flutters throughout his belly. "I promise you'll like it!" Jamie chirped, already moving over to a thicker branch where they both could relax. "Come on! It'll be fun!"

"Okay, but you better be right!"

Once together on the branch, Jamie coiled up somewhat to fit, plopping his head across his midsection. He stared at her, suddenly shy. He had no idea how to broach this topic. When his sister did this to him, he had been super confused, maybe even a little scared. But after she taught him everything, once she sat him down and explained why she was putting his penis into her vagina, that was when it became fun. That was when he became curious, delighted, and in a constant state of awe. 

He shook away those thoughts. He was here, in the now with Amy, not with his sister. He didn’t have to stress about what to say. He could go with whatever popped into his head.

“The game’s called Show and Tell!" he declared, making the game up on the spot. “It’s great!”

"Eh,” she said, sounding put off. “That doesn't sound very fun. I wanna chase and peck you instead!"

His enthusiasm waned slightly, but he couldn't give up! “At least give it a chance! So, um, the game works by,” he thought quickly, ”I show you something, and then you show me something! Like, um, our differences! And then we can touch each other or something."

Amy held up her wings, head cocked. "Like my wings? Umm, you can touch them if you want? I guess?"

Jamie shook his head, giggling. "No, silly! Like boy and girl stuff! Aren't you curious about boys? I'm super curious about girls!"

Now that ruffled Amy's feathers. "U-um, boy and girl stuff?" she repeated, quiet for the first time today. Her feathers were clearly ruffled. "I guess I'm a little bit curious… but you're being really weird today. Can't we just play more tag?"

Her reaction had his finlike ears drooping. "I know this sounds weird, but I promise It'll be fun!” He hoped. If she got nervous, or scared, he would stop the game. “Please?”

“Okay,” she whispered, shuffling on the branch, looking away. “How do we play?”

“You ask a question about boys, I answer, and then I ask a question about girls! Anything you want! You wanna know anything?”

She hobbled a bit more. “Um. Maybe? This is kinda embarrassing…” He didn’t think she would say anything. That she would back out. Then, she surprised him by asking, “Does peeing feel weird?” She looked away. “I-I don’t pee, so I’m, um, I guess that’s what I’m most curious about.”

Jamie was baffled. “You don’t pee?” he repeated, staring at the increasingly fidgety pidgey. “But I’ve seen Julia pee. My mom, too! That’s super weird if you don’t pee!”

“H-hey, don’t make fun of me!” she squawked, wings billowing and making her look all big and funny. “It’s not a girl thing, it’s a flying pokemon thing. I think. Maybe it’s a bird thing?”

The game was supposed to be about boy and girl stuff. He didn’t think she’d bring up something like that! He really never knew! No one ever told him anything. “I’m not making fun of you, honest! I didn’t know. How does that work? If you don’t pee, wouldn’t you, um, you know. Explode?”

Amy exploded all right. With giggles. “Why would I explode?” she asked, covering her beak with a wing. “I still go. You’re so silly! Come on, you didn’t tell me how it feels to pee! This is your game, now spill!”

It was his turn to be all flustered. “Umm.” He looked into her eyes, and the curiosity in those tiny black dots added to his courage. “It feels good? There’s like this tickle that travels through my thingy, and it’s really warm. And, um, the full feeling goes away as I’m going?” He squirmed, and changed the subject, “Okay, my turn! How does it feel being a girl?”

“What?!” she trilled. “That’s like so much harder than my question! That’s not fair!”

“It’s not harder,” he argued.

“Yeah-huh!”

“Nuh-uh!”

“Yeah-huh! If it isn’t hard, then then tell me what it’s like being a boy!”

He puffed out his noodly chest. “That’s easy! It’s—” His eyes widened in realization, and Amy gave him the smuggest look he’d ever seen anyone with a beak give. He couldn’t figure out where to even begin on the question. “Oh. I don’t know?”

She gave a triumphant trill. “See? It is hard! Told ya. Now ask an easier question.”

He groaned. She had him there. “Fine! What does it feel like when you touch your thingy?” She blinked, head tilted. “I mean, uhh, your vagina?" Her head twisted further. "Your vent?”

“Oh!" she exclaimed. "I don’t know, I’ve never really thought about it. That’s a weird question! You’re weird!”

He ignored the ‘you’re weird’ statement—ouch—and shot back, “Really? Not even when cleaning yourself?”

She shrugged her wings. “I preen around it, I guess, it always feels weird if I get too close.” She tilted her head again, looking as though she were thinking long and hard about the question. “Oh. I guess it feels weird then. What about you? Does yours feel weird?”

With Amy seemingly over her initial embarrassment, Jamie could finally relax. Exactly what he had hoped. He couldn’t wait to escalate things. To show her how much fun a boy and a girl could have together. 

He nodded, and said, “Yep! It feels really weird when I touch myself.” He inwardly giggled, as if it was a joke only he got. Which it kinda was. Weird was one way to put it. Another was awesome. “And if I touch myself a lot, it feels really nice!”

“It does?” she asked, leaning forward. “Wow. My mom said something about that, but that I have to wait until I’m older. I think it has to do with eggs? I wasn’t really paying attention,” she admitted.

“You know about eggs?” he said, impressed. Not even he knew much about eggs before Julia explained it all to him. That was an eye-opening experience. But not nearly as much as the feeling of her insides. He still had dreams about waking up and ejaculating into his sister. As scary and confusing as it was at first, none of their matings since had been quite as intense. 

“I do!” she gleefully chirped. “Mom said I’ll make them someday! She wouldn’t tell me more until I'm older, though.” Sighing, she scraped her talons along the bark, grumbling. “Says I’m not mature enough. But I am! I even caught a joltik a few days ago!”

As she preened with pride, Jamie said, “Wow, you did? Don’t they shock you though?”

“Um.” She seemed to deflate. Literally. Like all her feathers just went poof and she physically got smaller. “I kinda sorta dropped it because it hurt me. But I did catch it! I did! Even if I didn’t get to eat it.” Jamie snorted, something he immediately regretted when Amy glared at him. “Hey, don’t laugh! I’ll get the next one!”

“I’m sure you will.” He smiled at her. She smiled a beaky grin back. This was nice. “Um, what else do you know about eggs? Like, how they’re made?” If she didn’t know, then he could teach her! It was perfect! 

“Don’t ask me,” she said, and his heart leapt for joy, “I’m not mature enough, apparently. Why, do you know? Ohhh, you gotta tell me! Tell me, tell me, tell me!”

Jamie wasn’t used to being the mature one. Especially not around Amy. She was an entire season older than him! But in this moment, he had seniority. He had all the information. He could show her just how much fun making eggs could be.

Obviously, he wouldn’t actually make eggs with her. Julia said they weren’t compatible. Or something. So he shouldn’t even try. But he didn’t understand her reasoning. If they couldn’t make eggs, then wouldn’t it be safer to mate with her than his own sister? Even if Julia made sure they did it in the butt ever since their first time, to make sure nothing stuck, it still wasn’t completely safe. She even admitted it!

“I can show you, actually!” he told her, already feeling himself slipping out of his slit. “It’s something only boys and girls can do, and it feels really good.”

“Really?” she said. “I didn’t know that! Is that why we have daddies?”

He nodded, happy that she caught on so quick. “Yes! The daddy puts his thingy in a mommy’s thingy and stuff comes out. Makes eggs, I guess.” 

She tilted her head again. “What thingy?”

“Um, my sister called it a penis.” Amy stared at him. “You know, like what I have.” She continued to stare, squinting. “You have brothers. It’s the thing on their lower underbelly—um, between their legs that sticks out sometimes. Don’t they have that?”

“Nope!” she chirped, still looking at him oddly. “They look just like me! I only know they’re boys because they sound different and mommy told me so.” Her confusion turned to curiosity, and she leaned in, eyes bright. “Can I see? I didn’t know some boys have a… penis.” 

Hearing her say penis sent a delightful tingle down his spine. It sounded so naughty coming from her. Like she wasn’t supposed to say it. Her ignorance only added to the excitement, the thrill. 

“Sure!” Without wasting time, Jamie eagerly rolled over so that his belly faced Amy, revealing his subtle sideways slit and the tapered tip peeking out of it. “See that pink thing? That’s my penis!” 

“Wow,” she said, craning her neck down to get a good look. “And that’s coming out of your butt?” Her attention on his most intimate parts only furthered his desires. His penis grew before the pidgey's curious eyes, and she trilled, obviously enthused by this development. “Wow! It grew! Did you do that?”

Jamie struggled not to thrust forward, to angle himself toward his best friend. He was needy, pent up. The urge to fill something, anything was overwhelming. Even rubbing against the soft looking fluff of her chest feathers and finishing all over her sounded appealing. “Nope," he began, "it does that by itself. And it’s not coming out of my butt, silly! It’s my slit. ”

“Cool!” She continued to stare while he continued to grow. Eventually he reached full mast, and the urge to mate reached dangerously critical levels. “Um, are you peeing? There’s, like, this stuff coming out.” She shuffled, fluffing up her feathers. "And I feel… I feel funny! Like, warm and tingly? Down there?”

“That means you’re excited!” he explained with a smile. This is going so well! She's like my sister! She's getting wet! She likes me! “My sister said that when a girl is ready to make eggs, she gets warm and sticky down there. It's called being wet! Can I see?”

“I-I guess it’s fair,” she said. She didn’t move as a shudder went through her. “I don’t get what this has to do with eggs, though.” 

Then Amy turned around, and Jamie whistled instinctively at what he saw. The subtle crease in her backside was gone. In its place was a puffy pair of fat sideways lips, leaking and drooling, seemingly winking at him and revealing meaty insides that looked unlike anything he’d seen before. Her flesh was reddened and moist, and the longer he stared, the more hopelessly aroused she became.

Amy produced a nervous trilling noise. “D-does it look okay?” 

“Looks great,” was all Jamie could say at first. She looked nothing like Julia. Aside from the obvious fact both had girly bits, they simply weren't comparable. Like a mouth, Amy’s cloaca yawned wide, suckling on the air, active in ways his sister simply hadn’t been. 

He couldn’t wait any longer. He was painfully hard. He wanted—no, needed to bury himself within that gaped hole. 

“Very different from my sister,” he said. “I like it a lot!”

“R-really? You like it that much?" she whispered, either not hearing his comment about his sister or not putting two and two together. "It’s not… gross?” She turned back around, head dipped to avoid his eyes. “I feel gross.”

“You’re not gross!” he insisted. “It's nice! You look nice! If your vent was gross, would I want you to sit it on my thingy?” Not only had he slipped and said ‘thingy’ again, but he had said way too much. “S-sorry, I didn’t mean to say that…”

Instead of angry, or grossed out, all Amy did was cock her head and whisper, “You want me to sit on it?” He nodded, flushing. “Why?”

“Because it feels good,” he said, trying to think of a good way to explain this. Should he just admit it? Say what he did with his sister? He trusted Amy, right? She wouldn’t tell. But his sister would be soooo mad. Better leave that out. “If I put my thingy—my penis—into your thingy—um, vent—it will feel good. Really good! It’s like the best feeling in the whole wide world.”

“That doesn’t sound like it would feel very good,” she said distantly, though the way she shuffled on her legs and fluffed her feathers out told him the true story. She wanted to do it. She just didn’t know it yet. “But I trust you. Is this the game you wanted to play? No wonder you were acting so weird if this is what you wanted to do... “

He winced. “Sorry. Just, um, maybe rub your vent against me to start? See if you like the feeling?”

Amy still seemed embarrassed, but that didn't  stop her from whispering, “Okay” and stepping over him. Wings spread for balance, the pidgey awkwardly shuffled into position, turning around so that her tail feathers brushed along the tip of his penis. He inhaled sharply at the contact, making her pause. "You okay?"

He nodded quickly. "Yup, just really tingles."

‘Really tingles’ was an understatement. That touch had been electrifying. And he knew it would only get better. 

Amy lowered herself, and with a little squish, he was touching it. Her cloaca. Her vent. The little dimple under her tail feathers that looked so much more than that now. She was already so warm, and he could feel the strange way her opening seemed to open and close against him.

She shuddered as they touched. But instead of stopping, or even just rubbing like he suggested, she did something amazing. He watched with wide-eyes as she lowered herself further, making his tip disappear into her young cloaca. Slick heat embraced him, and he curled his tail and whistled loudly from the mind-melting sensation. He was inside his best friend! Actually inside her. Not even he thought she’d go for this so soon. It was amazing, it was fantastic. It was... wow.

Amy seemed just as stunned herself, clenching down hard and crying out, "Jamie! W-what is— this feels— I gotta—" 

She devolved into feral trills, and all but exploded into contractions around him. Jamie gasped at the feeling of being inside a girl as she came, but he was super confused. As great as this was, it wasn’t good enough to cum immediately. Not even his sister had an orgasm so quickly. And Amy definitely was cumming. The way she quivered and squeezed couldn’t have been anything else. “Amy, are you okay?!”

“I d-don’t know!” Eyes squeezed shut, she shuddered, her contractions remaining strong. “I feel so weird! It’s so good! It’s not stopping, a-ah, it’s— oh!” Was this a bird thing? Was this what his sister was trying to warn him about. A shiver traveled down his spine. Did he break his best friend? “What’s happening to me?!"

“You’re— you’re cumming,” he explained, though with a hint of uncertainty. “Um, I think. It happened really fast. If you’re really okay, can I go deeper? I wanna cum, too! You feel really good cumming around me!"

“W-wait, too much! Stop! Too much!”

Jamie wanted to keep going, to slip deep inside and cum with her. Instead, he stopped. It was difficult, but he managed. Amy gave a grateful sigh of relief as she continued to quiver around him. Even without humping, it felt impossibly good.

“Thanks… Phew. That… I need a sec. I do want to keep going, this is really fun! But, oh gosh…” A few seconds passed before her orgasm died down, leaving her breathing heavily below him. She groaned. “Okay. Um, so deeper will feel better?”

“Yep! It’ll feel a lot better and I’ll get to cum, too!”

She looked into his eyes. There was trust there, and that warm feeling from before returned. “Cool. You can go deeper.”

"O-okay," he said, feeling a bit unsure but unable to really hold back. Amy felt so good rippling around him like that. Even better than his sister. Tighter, wetter, and hotter. "I'm going to move now!" 

Shuffling, he pushed more of himself inside, and experienced the heated inner depths of a pokemon other than his sister for the very first time. 

"Hhhah!" was all Amy could say as he sunk the rest of the way in, though she didn't move to stop him, or tell him it was too much. Her beak was wide open, tongue lolled out as if in a trance. He shifted his lower body back, pulling most of himself out of her, shuddering as her active insides gripped him. He imagined the opening and closing her vent had done before, like a mouth talking, and realizing it was doing that around his penis was wonderful. 

Then he pushed back in, seeing stars as his crotch slapped against hers. It was somewhat awkward given her position on top, but he managed to make it work.

Suddenly, Amy squawked as a new sequence of contractions massaged his aching penis from all sides. "Hnnn! Jmmmm!" the pidgey babled incoherently. Taking control for once, she pushed herself down until their vents squished lewdly together, the intimate contact generating a loud, wet squelch. Taking her enthusiasm as a good sign—not even Julia got so excited she couldn't form words!—Jamie put caution to the wind and humped his best friend to his heart's content. And she humped him back just as eagerly. 

They mated on the tree with quick, feral intensity. Squawks and whistles and bird song alike, it wouldn't be difficult for any observant pokemon to notice what was happening. There was the slight fear of Amy's mom hearing her daughter crying out in pleasure, that she would tell them to stop, but the pidgeot never arrived. They were not interrupted.

It didn't take long for the first stirrings of his own orgasm to reel its head. Amy kept squeezing, her orgasms chaining into a never ceasing milking motion, a pleasant coercion that he was convinced was designed to suck out his seed. As if her cloaca was actively trying to gobble it all up. If that was the case, then it was well on the way to getting what it wanted. 

He wouldn’t last much longer. 

Jamie leaned forward and nuzzled Amy as the tension in his belly reached the point of no return. He licked her cheek, to which Amy arched her back and stretched her wings, the gesture seemingly breaking her out of her lust-filled stupor. He gazed into her eyes, and she gazed back. "Jamie, I feel, what—"

He kissed her. Right on the beak. It was awkward. It was weird. Their faces were definitely not made for this, but after an initial squeak of protest, Amy tilted her head sideways and leaned in, giving him the chance to deepen the kiss, a chance he gleefully took full advantage of. He giggled, and she giggled back. It felt like butterfree was fluttering around within his belly.

Using his make out sessions with his sister as a guiding point, Jamie opened his mouth and extended his tongue, prodding at the entrance to her beak. Amy, inexperienced as she was, thankfully followed his example and hesitantly opened up, allowing him the opportunity to wiggle inside and complete their kiss. Their tongues touched. It was electric. It was perfect.

He was close. Neither had pulled out during the kiss, their mating turning into a kind of game of them trying to be as close as possible. As close as two friends could get. As close as two pokemon could be. 

Pleasure bubbled under the surface, tingly and warm, the pressure in his underbelly threatening to pop. He let it happen. Let the feeling wash over him. He whistled into Amy's beak as the first of many heated spurts escaped him. Coiled around Amy, he squeezed, holding her close, belly against hers, intimate and wonderful as he spent himself within his best friend. 

Amy broke the kiss with a gasp. "Twitching!" she cried, her first words in over a minute. "Your thingy! It’s twitching! Something warm— in me— what— ooooh!"

He assaulted her beak with a volley of loving licks, and he loved the noises she produced. "I'm cumming, silly! Just like you are! Squirting inside you. Feels soooo good!"

"Wait, really?" She looked down to where their crotches connected, though she probably couldn't see much with him coiling around her waist. "This isn't pee, is it?"

"Nope!" he promised. "It's cum! You feel soooo good, Amy!" He pushed closer, enjoying the way she continued to ripple around him. She really did feel good. Like the warmest, snuggest of holes, even better than his sister! 

"You feel good too!" Amy sang, "I love this game!" 

He beamed. Emotion filled him, urging him to lean in and press his muzzle against the side of her beak as he spent himself inside her. She returned the gesture, trilling in that way she always did when happy. They nuzzled, and he couldn't be happier. "You're my best best friend," he told her very seriously.

Amy giggled, the pidgey's vagina fluttering around him. He squirted a lot from that. "You’re my best best friend too!" 

He snuggled up against her, satisfied. This moment…  now this was perfect.