Rocky

The wind in the North Province carried the chill that sneaks through your sleeves like it owns the place. You’d been pushing for hours, your shoes going over uneven stone, climbing ridges that all looked the same after a while. Somewhere far behind you saw Naranja Academy, warm beds and bright lights now just a memory tucked over the horizon.

Up here, it was just you, the quiet, and the occasional noises of some wild Pokémon close by, but leaving you alone.

You told yourself you’d make it to the next landmark. Then the next one after that. Then maybe just over that ridge but your legs had other ideas.

Seeing a tree up by, you decided it was the spot to take a break and continue on later. And resting underneath it, sleep came in quick.

And out you were already.

Sleep came like a soft blackout. No dreams at first, just quiet.

Then warmth.

Not the sun, not the breeze dying down… something closer. Heavier, but careful. Like a living blanket that knew exactly how much weight to use.

Somewhere in your mind, you were trying to figure out what it was. You were laid back on the grass, but some rough padding on the back of your head. But then something so smooth, and firm, was resting on your upper lip, then another thing, soft and girthy, resting on your lips.

What is this stuff on you?

But you were too tired to even bother waking up, it was too comfy…

And when you finally stirred, it was sudden. Your eyes cracked open quickly, the sky now in a darker but in calming colors, late afternoon drifting toward evening. The chill from earlier? Gone.

Because you weren’t alone.

What you thought was like a rock or leaves, or something random, was none other than a Midday Lycanroc.

Now you see what it was on you. His balls were on your upper lip, and his cock was just pressing but resting over your lips.

And even more crazy? The scent wasn’t musky, it was fresh, clean, and coconut? Coincidence?

For a brief moment, you were thinking about jolting up and running.

Because this wasn’t tense. It wasn’t dangerous. It was calm.

The ears twitched, sharp eyes opened, and alert in an instant, but not hostile. Just aware.

You shifted a little, and the Lycanroc lifted his head, getting up while he remained on his haunches, his big rear pushing into you, and more of the assets. Rocky was studying you like it was checking a checklist.

Alive? Not injured? Still breathing? All YES.

Then, in a voice that was rough, grounded, but gentle, with a smile, he spoke.

“Okay back there?”

WHAT’S YOUR CHOICE?

The night had settled over Mesagoza quickly, unaware of the coldness that was coming.

The streets still buzzed in the distance, but you’d drifted too far into the maze of side paths and quieter corners. The grand stairways and glowing plazas were nowhere in sight now, replaced by narrow alleys, stacked crates, and the kind of silence that makes every gust of wind feel louder than it should.

And again, IT WAS COLD.

Not the refreshing kind. The kind that slips through your sleeves, wraps around your ribs, and starts knocking on your bones like it’s checking for vacancies. You pulled your arms in tight, trying to hold onto whatever warmth you had left, but it wasn’t much.

Your steps were slowing down. Each one felt heavier, like the cold was adding weight just to be annoying.

You weren’t close to Naranja Academy. it wasn’t even in sight.

Another gust cut through the alley, sharp as broken glass, and you flinched hard. That was it. Whatever stubborn energy you had left finally gave up.

You leaned against the wall, sliding down just a bit, hands trembling now.

This was not good at all.

But out of nowhere… before you could even react… something was moving near you… FAST.

Out from the shadow of the alleyway, a Pokémon sprinted at you and grabbed you! Carrying you and taking you away!

For a split second, your brain screamed this is it, I’m getting kidnapped by a Pokémon.

But then…

You were set down, gently.

On some cardboard.

Flattened boxes had been dragged together into a makeshift nest, blocking some of the wind from the alley’s opening. Crude, but effective.

And then the warmth hit.

The Pokémon that had KIDNAPPED you was a Midday Lycanroc.

But then, Rocky moved in without hesitation, turning his body away as he hovered you. Your eyes landed directly on the big rear, then he lowered himself, sitting on his haunches, his feet, legs, and thighs sandwiching you. Then you felt it on your face. The sac and shaft.

But the fur from the Lycanroc held all the warmth you desired, and within seconds, the shaking in your arms started to slow.

You were still lost, and what just happened.

Then your body, traitor that it was, immediately relaxed into it.

Because wow, that was warmer than anything you’d felt all night. Even if it was ina position you weren’t expecting.

The Lycanroc adjusted slightly, making sure the cardboard didn’t shift, one paw foot braced near your shoulder like it was anchoring the whole setup. The fluffy tail curled just enough to block another gap where the wind had been sneaking through, then it went under your head, like a pillow you could use.

Efficient. Intentional.

You could barely move your head, but why would you? Oh yeah…

But Rocky did look back, his face was close enough to see the sharpness in his eyes… and the softness behind them.

Then he smiled.

Not wide or goofy. some genuine happiness, like he was finally able to do this and help someone.

Is this the first time the Midday Lycanroc did this? Is this why he did it THIS WAY?

Then he spoke to you.

“You okay back there?”