The tassels on Annie's graduation cap were golden with tiny inlaid green gems, an honor only reserved for the very best student of Ballonlea's graduating year. There had never been any doubt she'd be wearing it, yet, Annie knew someone deserved it more. 

Taking her hat off, she shook out her hair which always drew some looks. It was layered in two parts, a light blue bob at the front that framed her sky blue eyes sharp enough to cut. The hair was bubblegum pink at the back and long enough that she often tied it up into a messy ponytail. She was lucky. She never had to care for it. It always looked perfect, never letting a hair go out of place, one of her mother's many inheritances. 

It was why she didn't feel she really deserved the cap. She'd worked for it but not as hard as the girl she had pressed up to the wall of the study room. They'd spent many long days together trying to ace the next test, and while Annie had always succeeded, Talia had tried like hell to keep up. If Annie had been the best from the start, Talia was close to the worst. Shy, nervous, and constantly worrying about what people thought of her, she'd been struggling so badly in class that Annie couldn't help but take notice and offer help. 

Look at her now, almost confident enough to look into Annie's eyes. Back straight and graduating with honors. Annie tucked the hat onto Talia's head, brushing a lick of her voluminous white hair with the caramel-colored swirls under it. 

"Annie," Talia blushed, which wasn't uncommon at all. You didn't need to be as good at reading people as Annie was to know Talia had a devastatingly massive crush on Annie. Even the lightest contact of her finger made Talia tremble. "It's yours. You can't give it away."

"You earned it," Annie said, "Worked your ass off for it. I watched it all. You made yourself this."

"With your help! I'd be nothing without you!" Talia blurted out and then quickly put her hands over her mouth.

Still nervous. So scared of a confession slipping out and ruining their friendship. It would have too. If she'd focused on Annie and not her studies, Talia would have never made it as far as she had. 

"I've told you, you don't have to thank me for this. I like helping people. It's my thing."

"But I really do owe you." Talia turned her eyes down, the blush that had started at her cheek spreading down her neck and under her graduation gown. "More than I can repay." 

Talia's skin had a beautiful tan and was always silky smooth, Annie had always wanted to touch it, and now there was no more work to be done. Nothing Annie could break, pushing their friendship further. She could finally enjoy herself. Annie kept quiet, brushing her thumb over Talia's cheek, soothing her gently like a frightened animal. 

It was up to Annie to make the first move, and she had no reason not to anymore. She seized it finally.

"This is how you can thank me," Annie whispered into Talia's ear and leaned down to kiss her. She kept her lips light, gentle against Talia's, enjoying how sweet she tasted. Talia deserved to enjoy this; she'd waited for so long. 

Talia melted into the kiss as she nearly collapsed into a heap right there 

and then. Annie pulled her closer, her hands stroking Talia's body before cupping her ass and squeezing. She'd never gotten this far with a partner; the other girls had always found her too much to handle. Their fear was plain on their faces, their nerves cloying their throats and eventually having them run away to gossip about how they'd almost dated Annie. A badge of honor among the students, one she'd given out plenty of in her time here.

Talia had gotten further than anyone, even if she looked about to faint, her legs shaking where they met Annie's, but she didn't pull away. The most nervous person Annie had ever known had grown bold enough to survive an intimate moment with Annie. Stronger than any girl she knew. 

"Oh my gosh," Talia gasped when Annie broke the kiss. "You're so good at that."

Her first kiss, but Annie could read a person like an open book. She'd known exactly what Talia wanted and still did. Reaching down to grasp Talia's hands, rub circles on the back of her palms as Annie helped slide Talia's arms around her to hug. Talia wasn't going to take the initiative, but her need was so plain on her face she wanted it. The one thing Annie had that no one had ever got even close to, and yet practically the whole school lusted over. 

A groan whickered in Talia's throat as her fingertips touched the fabric of Annie's pants, as she guided her to squeeze. Fingers pressed into an ass that was a school legend, one that always stretched out Annie's pants to breaking and was so deliciously firm under Talia's touch she began hyperventilating. 

"Bet it feels even better if you slip your hands in my pants." Annie said, "It'll be a squeeze, but it's all yours."

Talia was puffing for air, chest rising and falling like a bellows. Her hands were shaking as she trailed them along the tight fabric, and her fingers clenched when they found the hem of Annie's pants. Worrying her lip so thoroughly, Annie thought Talia might draw blood. Annie saw the desperation in Talia's eyes to push on and the fear of actually doing it. To touch something she'd only ever dreamed of.

"Go on," Annie whispered, "It's alright. It's all yours."

That seemed to give Talia enough courage to let her fingers sink inside, and when she felt the heat of Annie's bare skin, she squeaked out a stifled cry of delight. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she melted against Annie, trembling like a leaf in a storm.

 "Good?" Annie prompted. She wanted Talia to enjoy every bit of this.

"It's so soft and firm." she sniffed as her fingers sunk in. Her eyes were wet around the edges as she gave Talia a big wobbly smile. "It's perfect."

"Of course it is," Annie whispered and kissed her again, jolting Talia's thoughts back to life and chasing away her fears. The little confirmation to Talia that she was okay with this seemed to help her. "You deserve perfection. Go on, squeeze."

Talia did, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as her fingers sank in, and she felt how solidly firm Annie's ass was. She made a noise quite unlike any Annie had ever heard her make before, something only her mothers made when they got especially frisky together. A rumbling groan of need and satisfaction all bundled up into one. 

"This is everything I ever wanted," Talia said, breathless with wonder. "I can't believe I finally got to do this. To feel this. Annie, you're incredible."

"That's nothing," Annie purred as she leaned to bite Talia's earlobe. "I'm going to lift you up against this wall and show you what incredible feels like."

She licked Talia's neck and instantly sensed she'd pushed it too far. Talia wavered against Annie's body, their chests pressing together, and then she collapsed like her strings had been cut. Annie stepped back as Talia's weight slumped onto her. Talia's heart thundered against Annie's chest as her body was completely limp, whitening from the sudden drop in blood pressure. 

Damn. She's pushed her too far, Talia's confidence may have improved vastly recently, but she still wasn't ready. Shame, Annie had really wanted to finally fuck someone and make them feel good as thoroughly as she knew she could give. Talia just wasn't ready, not yet. 

Recovery wasn't exactly the position she'd been hoping to give Talia. Still, it was the best one for Talia right now. It wouldn't be the first time she'd held a girl's legs up to get blood back into their body. 

Why did she have this effect on everybody?  

--- 

The Glimwood Tangle held many secrets inside the dark forest, and only the bravest ever wandered off the dimly lit path between Bellona and Stow-on-Side. The Pokémon who lived in its almost perpetual darkness, only broken up by the occasional dim light of the forest's glowing mushrooms, were sending a clear message. 

Don't bother us; we'll get you when we want you. 

So almost nobody knew that deep in the Glimwood Tangle, along a path so thin and winding it frequently faded from view, was a cottage with a thatched roof, carefully maintained stone mortar walls, and a tall wooden doorway lovingly hand-carved with the scene of a small brook shaded by an overhanging tree. Where her parents had met, Annie had even been there once though it wasn't a romantic spot anymore. An Impidimp had splashed her with cold water until she chased the fanged pest through the forest, throwing rocks at the cackling lady. 

That was back when her emotions were still untamed, and any little thing could set her off; she'd got much better control of herself now. 

Annie wasn't short, but the door was twice her height and always squeaked when you opened it. She'd fixed it countless times, and the squeak always snuck back in after a few days. Annie had tried fixing it, but someone in the house clearly loved the effect and undid her work while Annie was out. That someone was tending a pot on the stove when she came in, the tip of her hat brushing the top of the tall roof of the cottage's kitchen. 

"There she is." the Forest Witch said. "Our girl's ready to conquer the world."

"You knew I was coming miles ago," Annie said as she removed her graduation cap. As much as she wanted to be annoyed, her Pokémon mother's presence was so thoroughly overwhelming with familial love it felt petty to ruin her mood. 

A local legend and a tall bombshell, Annie had gotten her blue and pink hair from her Pokémon mother, though thankfully, she didn't have quite as much of it. Circe's hair was absolutely voluminous. Huge rolling waves of blue faded to a vivid pink, and the mass of hair brushed so far down her body it was lower than her knees. She had complete control of it and often wore it as a tight-fitting dress when she couldn't be convinced to put on actual clothes. Annie, thankfully, hadn't inherited her height, she liked not banging her head on normal-sized doorframes, but there was no getting around she'd inherited her mother's curves. Enough up top to turn the eye and enough below to make them walk into walls. Circe loved to swish that ass about when Annie's human mother was home, which she was, so she was swishing away. 

Her human mother wasn't even out of her work outfit, sprawled over the table with her red cap at an askew angle over her light blue hair. Her red Ranger's jacket hung off one arm, only halfway off her, and unable to finish the journey because she had a tight grip on the table's sides. The long tentacle of psychokinetic energy that swished off Circe's ribbon-decorated hat was stretched across the room, wound once around Betsy's chest, and then sunk down just out of Annie's sight below the table edge. 

"Do I want to know what the tentacle is doing?" Annie said as she took off her graduation cap. Well, Talia's cap, she'd let the poor dazed girl keep her souvenir. 

"You're old enough now to know," Betsy mumbled into the table, a happy trill rumbling at the back of her throat.

Annie gave Betsy a thin smile, not that she even saw it, enjoying herself as she was. "I think I can work it out for myself."

She had a feeling she'd return to a situation like this. They lived so far out, so Circe didn't have to contain her emotions and worry about stirring people up. So when Circe got excited, she tended to go all out on Betsy, and having pure black shining eyes wasn't enough to hide how excited Circe was for Annie's graduation. She was lucky Betsy still had so much on, though the salt and pepper pots were missing in action from the table, swept away by a flailing arm and the first of probably many casualties to the couple's uncontained love.

"How did it go with Talia?" Circe said as a cupboard opened itself and plates drifted down on soft blue light. 

She didn't need to ask; Circe couldn't help but read everyone's minds. She knew people better than they knew themselves, but for everyone's sake, she pretended she couldn't. Annie loved her mother too much to ever really challenge her on it. She was asking for Annie's benefit, which meant she probably had some advice. 

"Better than usual. We had a really nice moment. Then Talia couldn't take it." Annie said as she leaned on one of the wooden kitchen seats. "Couldn't stop apologizing when she woke up, so I kissed her again."

It'd been a nice kiss and put Talia right out again. If she got bored of being a Trainer, she could always get a job as an Anethesticst. 

"She's a lovely girl," Betsy said, forcing her head up and resting it on one of her hands. Her cheeks were so red it almost matched her Ranger's jacket. "Her mother was proud to bits with her at our last Parent's meet. She's so lucky to have you as a friend."

"Yeah, friend." Annie sighed and slumped on the seat. "If this mess doesn't put her off me."

Circe stopped stirring and tapped her chin thoughtfully, the ribbons on her hat fluttering as a pulse washed over Annie's mind. Most in the town called it the 'Eye of the Witch' that feeling of someone gently leaning over your shoulder to check on what you're up to. For Annie, it was just a mom thing, always near if needed.

"She'll be fine," Circe said with a sly smile. "Very happy with what she got."

"You know that's not polite," Betsy mumbled, a fist pounding on the table as the psychokinetic tentacle wrapped around her chest and squeezed. "Don't try to get out of it!"

"Why not? I don't want to be in trouble." Circe laughed as she spooned out some puffy-looking pasta. Circe couldn't cook, so she was borrowing the talents of someone cooking in town who hopefully did. It could be very hit-and-miss. "You know Talia would be heartbroken if our Annie was worried. Now she doesn't have to."

It actually did take a weight off Annie's mind. It was so frustrating that she could read exactly what people wanted but not how to give it to them without them breaking in some way. 

A plate floated in front of her and dropped with a quiet clink. The smell of tomatoes was delicious, and a quick cut into the pasta had a lovely gooey spinach and cheese filling. Circe was beaming at Annie's surprise, swishing across the kitchen floor to hug Betsy, one hand stroking her cheek as she pulled the blushing Ranger back into her chest. 

"Cheer up, Bubblegum," Betsy said as the giant Circe rubbed her fingers over her throat. "You're a Trainer now. Trust me, there's Pokémon who can handle you out there. Get a good meal and maybe go hunting?"

Trying to get her back out of the house so quickly was shameless, but Annie could read the obvious signs. Circe was about to get handled, and if Annie didn't want to have to deal with the swirling mess of thoughts that came from a Hatterene getting what came to her, she should probably eat quickly. 

Betsy made a good point, though. Pokémon were used to people like her. She'd probably find someone who could handle her in no time. 

---

"I need a break," Vaughn groaned. The glass in the eyes of her bird-beaked mask had fogged up, and her bubblegum pink hair was all clumped together, drenched in sweat. She tried to mop some of it with the soft pink cloaks wrapped around her arms and down her back that tapered into feathers, but it was useless. She was clearly exhausted. 

"You seem eager to continue," Annie smiled, and she pushed herself back onto a nice thick cock. The Spritzee hadn't been able to keep her eyes off Annie's ass, so she'd offered it up, holding onto a tree, the faint glow of mushrooms playing off her body as the Spritzee had gone to work. The feeling of something so thick and heavy inside of her had been a rush like no other, but it hadn't taken long for the poor Pokémon was starting to flag. "I can feel it. You want to keep going until you make me cum ."

"It's too much." Vaughn protested, "I'm trying, but are you sure you're a new trainer? Usually, my kisses are making a hot girl like you scream herself hoarse by now."

She wasn't underselling it, her kisses were amazing. Vaughn had pressed Annie up to a tree and laid some warm kisses on her that made her blood boil. She'd stripped down without a word exchanged, and Vaughn had just kept going until all Annie could think about were those soft lips and how much pleasure Vaughn could give her. 

Vaughn, the gorgeous bundle of pink fluff, had her hands scratching at Annie's hips and filling her ass up in no time at all. Then they'd gone again and again. The Pokémon desperately wanted to prove herself; Annie could feel it, and not just because she was still as hard as a rock. It was instinctual. She just knew. 

"Oh yeah, I can go all day. Yeah, no problem," Vaughn puffed, trying to sound stern but failing miserably as she grabbed Annie's hips and slammed forward, sliding her hands along Annie's back. She only managed one thrust, filling down onto "You got such a gorgeous ass. It's not fair." 

"You love it."

"I do, but I don't think I'm ready for it," Vaughn kissed Annie's back, more of those breath-halting kisses that made her heart skip beats. If she could only fuck her with kisses, Annie probably wouldn't last five minutes. "I've never met anyone like you."

"Want to bond?" Annie said, "You can do this all day. As much as you want."

Vaughn chewed the idea over, but Annie knew her answer in the hesitation, and she reached back to get a hold of one of Vaughn's dangling arms before she had to say it. "Nevermind, you did great. You're going to make a girl so happy someday."

"Thanks, ugh. I feel like such a heel. I wanted to make your toes curl."

Annie pushed back, and Vaughn stumbled a few steps before dropping as Annie pounced on her. 

"What a coincidence," Annie smiled as she curled a finger under Vaughn's mask to tease at her lips. Vaughn sucked on the finger obediently as Annie rolled her stomach muscles along Vaughn's aching cock. "I want to do that to you."

---

Vaughn was curled up a ball by the time Annie was done, but it was a happy aching ball. Every bit of her was rendered horribly tender by a fucking that'd left a slight Spritzee-shaped impression in the ground. It had been good, like exercising a muscle she didn't know she had, but every time Annie had felt something welling up inside of her, Vaughn had been unable to stop herself from coming first and collapsing into an increasingly exhausted heap. It was like trying to strike a match, only to fail every time. All the sounds and sensation of it was satisfying, but it wasn't quite there. 

She'd laid her shirt over Vaughn. The poor thing needed it. She'd drifted off to sleep the moment she'd got the chance, and she at least made some adorable snoring sounds. Maybe she'd have to settle for bonding with a Pokémon who couldn't handle her? Ugh, what if she was too much for Pokémon too? What would she do then?

Her frustration bled out over the dimly lit woods and bounced back; Annie was hit with a second wave of frustration that clenched her hands. A psychic Move; she'd been around Circe long enough to feel that. 

"Come out!" Annie growled, head whipping about to try to spot the culprit. "I felt that. I know someone is there."

"Sorry," a soft woman's voice called out gingerly as the culprit edged around a tree. She had a grey cardigan on that was way too oversized for her. The sleeves were longer than her hands and flopped about sadly as she walked. Shaggy grey hair framed a pale face that had skin colored like the bark of a moonlit tree. It wasn't grey, it shone bright and prettier than that, but it wasn't normal. Nor were her huge purple eyes or the long cat ears hidden away in her hair, pressed down like she was expecting a scolding, white at the very tips. 

There was a pressure to her presence, a constant beat in Annie's head that felt comfortably familiar yet different. Circe's mental embrace she was used to, this one picked at the edges of her thoughts and tugged at them with worry making Annie's skin crawl. 

"Relax," she said, raising a hand. She tried to project confidence, but when you were naked and still partly caked in cum, even Annie's boundless confidence took a bit of a hit. "I'm Annie."

"I know," the Pokémon said as if knowing a woman's name before meeting was normal. "Telly" 

"Because you're telepathic?" Annie smiled, trying to soothe her nerves some.

"Because I'm always broadcasting," Telly said, putting her long sleeves over her ears. "You can hear me, right?"

Her worry had lessened; Annie felt the nip at her thoughts that made them run into each other lessen and replaced more with puzzlement. Circe had perfect control of her power; Telly clearly didn't. Annie felt an ache behind her eyes as her thoughts became more challenging to line up. She had to slow and think harder about how each word connected and fit it neatly into place. 

"It's a lot, but I can handle it." Annie said, "Why'd you come by, Telly?"

"You felt like I do, annoyed with yourself." Tell said, pulling at the collar of her sweater. There was a lot of light grey fluff on the collar, but it didn't move like it was part of the cardigan. She was actually as fluffy as her hair under there. Even as Annie put that together, she tugged her cardigan more nervously, trying to tuck the fur in. 

"It looks nice. You're cute, Telly. Don't hide." Annie said, "And yeah, I can't find someone who can handle all I can give. It's frustrating. Just got to keep trying."

"Mmm," Telly said, pacing closer. Her presence became more assertive as she edged closer. Annie felt a few thoughts tumble through her mind she knew weren't hers. An admiration of skin, the want to ruffle fingers through colorful hair, the little flame of lust at an ass that would even make a Bellossom proud. 

The lack of focus was so very much like Talia's. She could handle that. She had before. Holding up a hand and grabbing Telly's cardigan, pulling her closer. "Focus on one thing for me,"

Telly's eyes were even wider, and her thoughts more jumbled. Annie felt her mind ache under the pressure of ideas mingling with hers in a rush, stabbing in where they weren't wanted. She guided Telly's long sleeves and then tugged at them to try to peek out Telly's hands. "Grip," she said firmly. "Hard."

The shuffle of wool hissed in Annie's ear before she felt fingers sink into her hair. A double-handed grip that held firmly on her hair, those purple eyes staring at her becoming so large they began to push everything else out of her mind. Fuck that. She was Circe's daughter. She could handle this. "Firmer." 

Telly blinked, shocked as her hand tightened. "Feel how soft my hair is. Focus on the colors. Roll it between your fingers."

"So soft." Telly breathed. Her purple iris' shone as her fingers rolled in Annie's hair, pulling just enough to tug at her scalp. "What are you doing?"

The pressure was fading as Annie focused on the moment. The feeling of Telly gripping her hair felt good as Telly's thoughts wove between them. To grab and be gripped, it made sense, it was right, and it felt good. She just needed Telly to not get distracted. Some firmness would help there. 

"Don't question; just do as I say. Guide me back against your body."

Telly pulled her, drawing Annie into a warm embrace. The fur around her collar was so wonderfully soft, and her skin suited it, the feeling of their bodies pressing together than they could share, becoming a warm grasping ball. It was as intense as anything Vaughn had done to her, and this was just a hug. She couldn't stop now. 

"Pull me in, kiss. Touch. Enjoy me." she tapped her head with Telly. "Don't think; just do it."

The eyes got impossibly larger. There was a soft whimper from Telly's lips as they brushed against Annie's, "I can't stop thinking. Never."

"Yes, you can," Annie smiled and bit Telly's bottom lip, worried it between her teeth until she could feel the Espurr squirm against her. "You're so close to me. Just kiss me, keep your hands in my hair, and use that connection we have. Do it."

The force of her words made Telly move as much as the idea, Annie's impossible confidence bulldozing over Telly's worries and making her move for a kiss. No skill, all lust. It was perfect. Annie kissed her back, gently pushing her tongue on Telly's lips until Telly opened and let her in. A soft, warm mouth that Annie took without mercy, her tongue tussling with Telly's and overwhelming it in seconds. She dominated the kiss, but it was a kiss Telly could end at any time with a tug. She was letting Annie do this to her, knock away her own thoughts and let Annie's seep in. 

The pressure faded to warm contentment, and Telly mewled, her hand squeezing Annie's hair, tugging more. It was perfect, and Annie kissed her harder until she couldn't take anymore and pressed her body on Telly, forcing her back step by step until her back hit a tree. Telly's surprised grunt was devoured by Annie.

"I'm going to fuck you," Annie purred, pulling on Telly's cardigan and feeling her curves underneath. Enough for a handful was all Annie needed. She enjoyed the squeeze of flesh under her fingertips and the crackling of Telly's thoughts in her mind as she tried to process everything. "Come on, keep those big beautiful eyes on me. Kiss me again."

Telly obliged, wrapping her arms around Annie and kissing her softly as Annie pulled up the hem of her cardigan and felt out the shape of what Telly had hidden under there. Not too big, not too small, and if she could use it well, absolutely perfect for breaking Annie in. Telly plucked that thought out of Annie's head, and her cheeks were colored with purple spots. "Mean every thought," Annie teased and stroked a finger along the length. 

She hadn't expected to feel it, which she should have. Their thoughts were so entangled right now she was even feeling a little of Telly's blush. Still, the feeling of fingertips stroking along the length of a cock was not something she ever had in her head. That thrill of pleasure made her skin twitch and her spine tremble. It felt good; it felt really fucking good. 

"Don't lose focus," Telly admonished. 

Annie kissed the cheeky Pokémon senseless, a hand gripped around her cock and pumping it with firm strokes as she immersed herself in the feeling of it and forced herself to learn to handle it quickly. It was distracting. There was no way around it; the heady thrill broke Annie's concentration enough to let Telly push back, but the headache didn't return. She didn't need the guidance to think right now, and her intention came through crystal clear, soaking every thought Annie had in a hungry lust. Telly wanted to fuck her, and she wanted it bad. 

Annie wasn't going to disappoint. 

She rolled up the cardigan with her hands, squeezing Telly's breasts and along her sides, tugging at her skin with need. Every touch of her skin felt good, but it was nothing compared to the tidal wave of pleasure that rolled over her as Telly lined up her cock, wrapped her fingers around Annie's, and purred, her whole body shaking as the happy rumble rolled around her throat. 

A purring cock was something else, a deep rumble that Telly pressed into her as Telly took her with one slow drive. She gasped as Telly's cock trembled between her folds and kissed the Espurr all the harder when Telly stopped out of concern. She made herself clear with her actions and thoughts that Telly better not stop there. Her body was aching and twitching in need, trying to cope with the pleasure and how hard the Espurr's cock felt inside of her, pressing her pussy apart around it as every rumbling purr sent her mind spiraling off into bliss. She needed it. It had to go deeper. It needed to fill her more.

Annie made it clear with her hips, pushing back and driving Telly home with a grunt, fucking herself along the cock until Telly got the hint and picked up the pace. She felt it all, Telly's delight at getting to go deep and how good a tight pussy felt around a cock, shared pleasure all jumbled together and reflected between them until she didn't know where Telly ended and she began. It was too much. 

It was too much! 

The thrill of that made Annie's heart sing. She couldn't handle this! Telly was too much for her, and from the noises Telly was making, that deep bass of a purr and the firm tugs of Annie's hair, she felt the same. They were too much for each other, and that was absolutely glorious.  

The surge of pleasure was incredible, and the Espurr drove forward, hard and fast, trying to push them both over the edge. Annie's thoughts became a pleasured mush; she couldn't do anything but just enjoy it. The feeling of Telly's body against her and fingers wandering down to grip her ass for better thrusts. The reflected delight in just how firm her ass was and how well Telly's hands sunk into it. Every deep, loving kiss they shared was filled with hunger, a need to make this come to an explosive end as they fucked each other silly, taking each other over the edge again and again, trying to find that one last spark. 

It came when she felt Telly surrender that last bit of nervous desire and let Annie's thoughts be as strong as her own. She just let herself be overwhelmed by Annie. Her cock moved perfectly in time to every desire Annie had, fucking her so perfectly it the shared emotions became a swirling supernova, crashing in on itself and then exploding to send an orgasm rushing over the pair of them and making them cry out in bliss as they grabbed each other desperately for support.

Annie just held Telly in her arms, shaking as Telly leaned on her for support, too, both of them panting for air, heads nuzzling together. Their only thoughts and intense fondness and contentment for each other. It faded, but ever so slowly, the pair dragging themselves back up from the depths of pleasure and gasping for air on the shores, grateful to be there with each other. 

"I think," Annie said, gripping the soft fur of Telly's collar and giving her little nibbling kisses all along her throat. "I'm going to bond you now."

"You better," Telly mewled. "That was way too much, and I needed that. Too much. I stopped thinking! It was just, just Annie. Annie, Annie."

She broke down into mumbling Annie's name over and over again, stroking her head affectionately as Annie tried to bat her away so she could get at her Binding Ball. Which was somewhere in this clearing. Vaughn hadn't been exactly careful where she threw Annie's clothes. 

Ah well, maybe they could find them later, she could feel Telly's desire for a second round, and her thoughts mirrored Telly's perfectly. She was going to ride this beautiful Espurr into the ground and enjoy the feeling of it herself too. Too much to handle be damned, they'd burn up together and love every moment.