NEXT MORNING
Sunlight filtered through the tent flaps in soft golden streaks.
I blinked groggily, still half-lost in that fuzzy space between sleep and waking. My body felt heavy, warm, comfortable.
Something soft brushed near my thigh. Tiny fingers, careful and curious, hovered right there.
I rubbed my eyes with the heel of my hand, yawning.
The large triple sleeping bag lay wide open around us, fabric bunched and shoved aside like my Pokémon had been up for ages already.
Then it hit me.
As the soft touch returned, no longer just hovering.
A gentle paw wrapped loosely around the base of my cock, which had betrayed me with its half-hard morning state, now amplified by this bewildering touch.
My eyes snapped fully open.
Meowscarada knelt close beside me, leaning in low.
She murmured a low, patient "Nyaa…♡" and demonstrated first with her own paw, tracing slow, deliberate strokes along the shaft to illustrate the motion.
Only then did I spot Kirlia right there too, kneeling nearby, her wide red eyes fixed on every movement without a blink.
"Kir..." Kirlia nodded once, small and serious.
Meowscarada had just completed her slow demonstration, stroking deliberately to convey the rhythm.
Now she gently guided Kirlia's tiny hand forward, holding on lightly.
She allowed only the tips of Kirlia's hand to reach the shaft for the first time.
Kirlia felt the surprising heat right away.
The smooth surface gave just slightly under the gentle press of her pads.
A soft, steady pulse answered her curiosity, like a quiet heartbeat beating once against her touch.
Her breath hitched softly.
Warmth crept into her cheeks as the unfamiliar sensation traveled slowly from her fingers upward.
To Ryan, the contact felt as a delicate spark, unexpected and feather-light.
His length gave a small, involuntary twitch beneath the faint pressure.
The feeling hovered somewhere between ticklish and electric, nerves flickering awake in a slow, confusing ripple while his mind scrambled to catch up.
Before Kirlia could attempt more, before she could mimic the full stroke, I jolted fully awake.
"What are you doing?"
I jolted upright, heat flooding my face in an instant.
My hands flew down instinctively, hovering uselessly as I tried to process everything.
Lopunny, who had been sitting nearby, tilted her head and scooted closer.
She brought her face right near mine and gave that calm, sunny smile that always meant she had everything perfectly figured out.
"Lopuuun~♡" she started, soft and sweet.
Then she made a series of gentle gestures, slow and deliberate.
Each one hit me harder than the last.
My mouth kept falling open wider with every word as the absurd explanation finally sank in.
"You're... teaching her about body parts? Like some kind of hands-on biology class? Right now? With my dick?"
Lopunny's ears flopped happily forward in confirmation.
Meowscarada just flicked her tail once, looking smug.
She purred a lazy "Nya~♡" as if to back her up: see? Totally normal morning curriculum.
I buried my face in my hands for a second.
This was not how I pictured waking up. I thought it would be a normal morning like always, but who knew they would make a lesson like that? Who teaches with a dick?