Hubris. It's a wonderful trait of the mortals.

It's so... odd. That the very creatures who die, who are vulnerable to their very core, are the ones with the bravado to challenge it? Strange, is it not?

Strange, but not... unpleasant. Many come to seek us out, and I've danced away and nudged aside many an enterprising human in my time. But this... this one, this Luxray, was different...

Was it me, they were seeking? Or just anyone of my stature? Small little thing, but they do say that the smallest Poochyena barks the loudest.

Not that they barked... no, they spotted me across the forest, and walked up with such swagger and bravado I could not help but be amused! And then, as if I was no more than a common Mudsdale, this Luxray simply grinned, glanced left and right, and snuck underneath me... Oh, what they were searching for, I'm not quite certain. A small indulgence, most likely, cocky little horny thing...

Well, a small indulgence is certainly not what they found.

Either way, I let them fall into the pit they dug, drawing themselves deeper along my ever-swelling shaft. Bulging, throbbing, twitching as they shoved their mouth ever closer to my underside, that tight throat getting tighter and tighter around my growing girth; and I knew that any moment they would realise their mistake...

But it took too long - not until my shaft jerked, my balls jumped and sloshed, and the great flare of my shaft pushed out against their insides until it showed through the very fur myself. Only then did their eyes go wide...

And so, hoisted by that delightful bravado, they were filled up - to the brim, and more, and more, and more...

Hah! That hubris makes those mortals such fun! It enraptures them to foolish goals, it goads them on into wild exultations of their transience... And best of all?

It keeps them coming back for more.