Book o' Pokemon Lemons

Culinary fun (M Cheasnaught x M Shiny Zangoose)

Zeo looked at the white cake batter with a sigh, wondering just how much black food coloring to use. Taking a glance at the clock on the stove, he sighed again, wanting to go to sleep, but he had to get this cake PERFECT. Taking a sip of his coffee, he smiled at the thought of just how happy his crush would be to come home to a birthday cake- not to mention presents, which were stored away for the party. He smiled of a certain Chesnaught, one by the name of Atlas. Zeo had be trying to go to bed with him for a while now, but Atlas was always his shy, gentle self, barely able to do more than hold paws with him in public, ignoring all hits Zeo kept dropping with his innocent mind. Zeo shrugged, hoping the cake would help get the message across.

Just as he was thinking about him, there apartment door all but slammed open, said idiot stumbling with teats in one eye, the other already starting to swell. Zeo only had to take one look before he helped his friend and crush to a chair, the grass type crying openly.

“Your dad?” Zeo asked as he got a ice pack. Atlas only nodded as he took it from him, pressing it against his eye as he wept openly. Zeo knew that Atlas had no one else to turn to, a fact being that his father just hit on him and his mother out of state on business. Zeo knew what his friend was going through as he held him, letting him cry on his black furred chest. Zeo's dad had taunted him since his birth, pushing him around and abusing him almost nightly; it was a good thing that he had been born shiny in the family of Zangeese, or his fur would have shown it.

Zeo felt helpless as Atlas told him how his dad had called him a useless faggot, despite it was Atlas that cooked for the entire family when there was a huge family gathering, somehow making it through with minimal budget and still making resturant quality foods in mass. Atlas told Zeo of how his father had pushed him around, calling him weak when he tried to push back. Zeo knew that if Atlas would have gotten angry, his dad would have been snapped in two like a twig.

Zeo felt tired of watching his love fall to pieces of his dads violent reaction. Placing the batter in the fridge, he took out a bowl of cookie dough and swiped some on a claw, holding it out to Atlas till he looked up. “Cookies make things better, but cookie dough makes things feel better,” Zeo smiled, stating it like a fact. Atlas leered up at Zeo. He knew that Zeo was stubborn enough to stand there till he ate it, and with one swipe of his tongue, took in the sweet dough, letting a small smile cross his face at the taste of the sweet dough. “Do you want more?” Zeo asked as he offered him the bowl. It was supposed to be foe his culinary class, but for a friend, it would be worth the F. Atlas just shook his head, leaning forward while holding the ice pack with one paw, still looking depressed. With one of the two ways Zeo knew of helping someone feel better just failed, Zeo went to a cabinet and rummaged around, pulling out something Atlas was always begging him to let him eat: a jar of Nutella. Zeo walked over to Atlas and dropped to his knees, making Atlas silent with a stern look and a wave of his claw.

Atlas was at a loss for words as Zeo unzipped his jeans, pulling out his flacid cock and gave it a quick swipe with his tongue, quickly making it rock hard at a surprising 8 inches. “Wait!” Atlas cried, blushing as he moved to scoot away… only to be held in place by a warning grip with his claws. “Sit back and enjoy yourself; I know I will,” Zeo smirked, giving his cock another teasing lick. Winking up at Atlas, Zeo scooped a bunch of Nutella from the jar and slathered Atlas' cock with it, making the Cheastnaught moan at the strokes of the Zangeeses' paw.

Zeo slowly started to clean off his lovers cock, letting each inch get swirled by his tongue as it entered his mouth. Atlas was unable to do much more than moan as Zeo bobbed up and down, his skilled tongue making him feel good; a loud moan escaped him when the Zangoose started to massage his balls.

Zeo looked up to Atlas and smiled as best he could from around his width, loving the steadily spreading blush that covered his Chesnaught's face. With a wet ‘pop’, Zeo started to stroke Atlas's throbbing cock, smirking from the loud moans Atlas was giving. He picked up his pace when he felt the cock in his paw start to twitch in warning. “Zeo, I'm gonna-,” was all the warning that Zeo got before, with his body shaking from the force of his release, a jet of ‘cream' fired past Zeo's ear. Atlas panted, smiling before reaching for Zeo. The Zangoose gave an embarrassed smile, pointing to a wet spot on his shorts. “You looked so good creaming, I came myself,” Zeo said sheepishly. “Now, tell me what you want to eat; I'll cook it. After we eat, we are getting the rest of your stuff from your parents place. You won’t ever have to go there for anything ever again,” Zeo said, pecking Atlas on the cheek.

Atlas smiled, wondering just what was in store for him and his dear Zeo.