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Temperature
A Pokéboys Story by HunterBlackLuna



The city had been carved out of central american jungle, so it was no surprise that it was as hot and humid as hell. The metal, concrete, and glass of the urban sprawl was like a sponge for the sun's rays, baking the air and giving the towering spires and complexes on the skyline a wavering outline. The terrain was pretty uneven, and buildings to every side limited visibility, so one young Tamer and her almost brand-new Pokéboy couldn't see their home until the bus was right on top of it.

She was a bit shorter than average, having a naturally wispy body frame covered in what was very conservative clothing for the climate; a full-length T-shirt and a long, ruffled skirt that had to be trimmed to keep her from tripping over it. Her hair was a plan jet-black, cut short enough to confine in a small ponytail. The girl had a set of glasses perched on her nose, out of which plain light-brown eyes peered into the world. She sat with correct posture, and had been silent the whole trip, and yet somehow, she still looked more friendly and inviting than the Boy seated next to her.

He was cold, both literally and metaphorically. At first glance he looked completely human, aside from his unnaturally ice-blue eyes. His skin was darker than hers, designed to mimic the color of the native central de americanos. His hair was actually longer, as his natural body temperature meant he could afford to wear it like that and face no overheating. This was also why his body was wrapped in an actual coat, which was really the indicator that he was an Ice-type Pokéboy, for no human being could have survived that, even aboard an air-cooled vehicle. He had enough muscle but looked sufficiently young that one might mistake him for a very athletic teenager. This was her Nevischio.

They'd been together for ten days now, and were just returning from basic training in the local Pokéboy Lab. He'd been obedient enough, but otherwise talked almost never, something which had gotten her worried. Professor Tsuchihara had assured her that, for the most part, Nevischios acted very chilly at first but once you got to know them they became more personable. At least he was learning fast; in his first battles he'd beaten almost all comers, and nearly obliterated a Torch who'd had five levels on him. He was an intense, driven individual, and any task given to him was accomplished one way or another. She couldn't fault him for that, but... she did admit to herself that she'd hoped her first Boy would be more affectionate.

"Station 14," The Maid near the front of the bus announced, his voice seeming to spring out of the isle itself. "Station 14," He repeated. "We are now in the southern residential district." A dozen passengers got up to depart, and a small crowd was waiting to board the big transport, filling the air with the noises of bustle. The crowd was diverse, and not just in terms of race or age; inhuman beings were sprinkled about, all manners of Boys accompanying their Mistresses to work. She spotted a very rare Archangel in the mix, and found herself staring at his impossible beauty out the window long enough that a hand gently grasped her shoulder. She looked over and the Ice-type was nodding towards the door. This was their stop.

He took the lead, shouldering his way like an unstoppable force through the crowd and leading his Mistress by the hand out onto the street. She gripped it tightly, trying to avoid being smashed by the bustle and also thinking about how cold his hand felt. Hand-holding was one of the iconic gestures of affection in American culture, but somehow like everything else the Boy made this seem more like a duty than love.

Once they were clear of the bus station, they walked side-by-side, and she had to tell him to keep hold of her hand to prevent him letting go. They passed random clusters of people hanging out on the steps of the towering complexes, children playing on the sidewalk supervised by an overburdened Tsune, and a street vendor who had set up shop on the sidewalk and was calling out, "Cola, hundred creds! Hundred creds for Cola, right here!" She paused, looking at the refrigerated tanks, each of which was plastered with an impossibly-good looking image of the various drink brands. "I'll take one," She spoke up, reaching into her pocket for her wallet. "Would you like one, David?" She knew this was probably a futile gesture, but couldn't help herself. The Tamer was shocked, though, when she saw David nod his head silently. "... Make that two," She said, digging with greater urgency for another hundred-credit note.

The soda-pop tasted wonderful, and she let the shockingly cold liquid swirl down her throat with a simple joy. David sipped at his own can, enjoying the taste but giving little indication of it, leading her down the sidewalk again. It was a short walk after that to home, or at least the front steps. The air conditioning washing over her was another blissfully simple thing she just stood around to enjoy for a while, so grateful for its invention some hundreds of years ago. Their apartment complex was so big that elevators were legally mandated. As they passed the mail desk to the side of the elevator junction, the worker there called out, "Hola, Su. The holo bill for this month came, do you want to bring it up to your folks?" The human leaned over his desk, presenting a bulky envelope stamped by the American Union Holo Service Corporation.

"Eh? Oh, sure," Su replied, taking the bill. David summoned an elevator with the side control panel, and soon enough they were standing in one of the small lift carts. The doors slid shut, sealing them in as sudden acceleration hit them, almost shoving them down. A more prosperous apartment would be able to afford better stabilizers, but she'd long since gotten used to the slight rough ride. David was still having troubles, though, and nearly fell. She reached out to steady him, but, as she predicted, received no thanks as he regained his balance. The ride up to the eleventh floor was silent.

Despite the fact that they were called apartments, each one was really more like a small house crammed into the huge building, and when she put in her code, opening the door's lock and letting herself in, she looked out on the large living room. The room had a set of windows leading out to a small deck, where a line of clothing was drying out in the heat, and the sun's brilliant illumination could flood through. A Neko was napping on the big couch as the holo blared inanely, displaying a news show about traffic reports, his little black tail swaying slightly as he snored, the naked, petite boy curled up into a ball. "I'm home," Su announced, and the Neko meowed, stretching out as he was woken up.

"Welcome.. nya... home..." The Neko replied, rubbing his eyes. From the doors branching off to the other sections, she could hear movement, and a moment later her mother stepped into the room. She was much wider than her daughter, in many ways, and dressed in a simple white shirt and shorts, her own black hair flowing almost and long and freely as David's. She reached out and gave both of them an affectionate hug, to which Su giggled and hugged back while David patiently waited for it to end.

"How was training?" She asked, taking the bill from Su's hand and depositing it on a table full of various papers. "I bet David performed great, as usual," She said playfully, giving the Ice-type a look that, in her day, had turned Pokéboys to jelly. The Nevischio's skin flushed a bit but he looked away, trying to ignore the older woman. "Awww. That's no fun. You need to hurry up and get him people-broken, dear," She advised her daughter, who turned pretty red. "Oh, come on, that's the best way to say it. Otherwise he'll just keep up this aloof routine until you teach him better."

"He's not a dog, mother," Su said quietly, finishing off the last of her drink and absently tossing it into the trash can.

"Of course not, dear. You aren't supposed to do the things we do with Boys to dogs." Su resisted the urge to go 'mooom' and just rolled her eyes, telling her Boy to have a seat and relax. David complied, shedding his coat, but she couldn't help noticing a bulge in his pants as he did. 'Hang on... is he more attracted to my mother than me? Oh Trikko...'

As if he could read her mind, he spoke up for the first time since training. "Mistress, it's been nine days since my last Taming." He had seemed to be quite happy with this arrangement, and shown no eagerness to Tame at all; yesterday, when Su got up the courage to be the aggressor and suck him off, he just sat there and took her attention without returning any of it. Su had been turned off by this behavior, naturally. But today her Boy seemed to have a different tune. "May we?" He always had such a wonderfully direct manner of speech, too, his face devoid of emotion as he propositioned her.

"Oh, my," Her mom fanned herself with a hand, grinning proudly. "It's always better when they beg for it. Su, go to your room! And take the snowflake." Su was blushing again, much harder this time, her mouth working uselessly for a few moments.

".... Fine," She said, getting genuinely annoyed, both at her Boy and her mom, taking the Nevischio's hand and pulling him down the hallway towards her room. She locked the door after he was in and turned to face him. "What, what, so we can only do things when you're worried about staying Tame?" He didn't reply, looking at her steadily. "Answer me."

"You can do anything to me, at any time," David replied. "You're my Mistress. Is this a new concept to you?" She gasped. The concept of a Pokéboy not just being frosty but actually talking back was not very acceptable to her. She felt anger well up inside of her, building pressure. She had been nothing but kind to him and yet he insisted on being an arrogant Ice-type who only cared about himself.

"Don't you feel anything?" Su didn't add 'for me', but it almost went without saying, and the genuine hurt in her voice made David blink. "Yesterday I knew you loved it even though you tried to hardest not to react. Why? Why is it so important to be like this, do you think it's appropriate or correct? Or right? Why are you acting this way to me?" He'd set off a flood, and now she was on the verge of tears. She might not have been the most mature person, as he knew from being around her, but she did have a point, and he felt very guilty.

The Nevischio felt a knot in his throat, but managed to say, ".... I do feel." He reached over, grabbing her hand and putting it to his chest. "Mistress, I feel bad... right here." She sniffled, trying to take this in; this was really the first time he'd said 'I feel' about anything; even during the last Taming he'd been very reserved. "I'm sorry."

Words alone weren't going to cut it, but she knew other ways to communicate with him. She leaned in, putting an arm around him and gently pressing their lips together. He took this as permission, hugging her close to him as his cold hands, with new eagerness, reached under her shirt. She gasped at the feeling on her warm skin, finding herself enjoying it, and thus desiring more of his mouth. His breath was like a breeze, weak and cool. The deepening kiss lasted far longer than she'd intended, and a cold tongue reached over into her mouth, making her shiver.

He became the aggressor, reaching around to the front and using a strong hand to grasp one of her breasts. The feeling was almost shocking, and yet at the same time, wasn't unpleasant at all, and she encouraged him on. Her nipples became achingly hard very fast, reacting to this wonder of nature and science before her. He squeezed, manipulating the warm flesh through her bra. There was too much cloth in the way, and he said, simply, "Mistress, please help me take off your shirt. And bra." She was only too happy to help, sliding the clothing over her head and tossing it away. He continued to fondle her, and she messed with the clasp of her bra for a moment, unable to focus. In a display of humor, he grinned, feeling her up more intensely and making her quiver. "What's wrong, Mistress?" She tried to pout but he took her mouth in another kiss.

As soon as the bra fell away, uncovering Su's young, pert breasts, though, he relinquished her mouth, bending down and panting a kiss on her left nipple. Growing even more bold, his tongue reached out, licking the peak, but his Mistress gasped again and gently pushed him away. "M-Mistress isn't... ready for that," She told him, wincing. "Too cold. Let's stick to hands for now." Her wish was granted as he went back to squeezing her breasts, and the inexperienced teenager's knees actually started to buckle. Always a duty-oriented Boy, he steered her towards the bed and had her sit down, kneeling before her, eyes still hungry.

David didn't say anything as he tugged on her skirt, trying to find its clasp, and in the process teasing her with phantom touches around her waist and hips. With a victorious grunt, the long skirt fell apart, revealing simple white panties. Everything was moving so fast, and Su wasn't totally confident, but she let her Pokéboy take the lead, squeaking cutely as his finger pressed against her most sensitive area. "I promise not to use my tongue," He said blandly, rubbing her through the thin fabric and drinking in her reaction.

"Nnnnh," She replied, overwhelmed and leaning back on her hands, allowing the Ice-type to have his way with her. He certainly did, intensifying the rubbing, but eventually getting bored with that and reaching inside her panties, exploring with fingers that felt wetness. He allowed himself a small grin, and instead of removing her underwear, she decided to finger her through them. At least, until he couldn't take it anymore and mounted her like an arctic rabbit.

As it turned out, David's mistress was a bit of a screamer, beginning to belt it out in high-pitched ecstasy as soon as his index finger slid carefully in, having little trouble with all the lubrication, despite how mind-numbingly tight she was. Her hips moved, and she found herself trying to drive him deeper; not that he had any other intentions. She thought he was going to work up nice and slow, but was proven pleasantly wrong when a second finger abruptly joined its sibling, pushing out her walls and again causing her to go operatic. At least his skin was only room-temperature, making it a lot more comfortable than the tongue. For his part, she was hot enough that his fingers felt like they were going to melt, but that certainly didn't deter him.

"Don't stop!" Su said it with such fiery urgency that it was like she thought that would actually happen. Still silent, aside from his heavier breathing masked by the moaning and screaming, David went about as far as he could go, buried to the 'hilt', then promptly withdrew the fingers and pressed in again, giving her less time to adjust. He very quickly began to treat his fingers like a piston, pressing in and out with mechanical speed and power, sending his Mistress into bliss. He had to grasp her leg with the other hand to prevent her rolling over or something from her flailing.

She was drawing close to an orgasm when he did actually stop, removing his fingers and licking them clean while she wondered what had happened. "Nnnh?" She asked incoherently, gasping as she stared at her Boy in need. She was the more feral one at the moment, ironically. As a response, he got to his feet, pulling his shirt over his head to bare his abs cut from marble and soft skin, and bending over to pull down his pants. The foreplay was nice, but the Ice warrior would only really be sated by one thing.

David's pants fell, revealing his naked, throbbing erection and neatly trimmed tuft of black hair; like many Boys, he often went without underwear as a cost saving measure for a middle-class family. She licked her lips, staring at her property in admiration and wishing he was quicker about it. She was about to tell him to fuck her when he shrugged loose the last of his pants and stepped forward, getting onto the bed straddling her, one hand on the bed and the other on her shoulder, looking right into her eyes.

He pushed her onto her back, making sure to pull her a little further up on the bed so they wouldn't be tossed off the edge, and leaned down, covering her nude body with his. They enjoyed a moment of contact like this, her blazing skin and sweat contrasting his flawless, cool body. "Mistress..." He said, voice low and unsure, "I...." Her heart, already thundering, skipped a beat. "I... think I love you." Before she could do something like object to 'I think' she was trapped in another kiss, and the head of his cock began to probe into her, turning her to screams again.

He was as young as his Mistress, and the combination of the paralyzing warmth, glorious tightness, and friction set him off quicker than he'd predicted, letting out his first cry of pleasure as his chilled seed erupted into her. The feeling startled her, and at first it was unpleasant, but she soon adjusted to it, squeezing around him to milk every drop she could. He collapsed on top of her, snuggling lovingly, but she frowned slightly, still unfulfilled. "David, what about me-" He removed his softening penis, replacing it with his trusty fingers, now unchecked in their ravaging and bringing Su to a quick climax. After all, he did know his duty.