Swole-POV:
Mars cringes atop the bed, one hand reaching to massage her throat.
Monstrous.
That could have sounded cooler.
My pants slide down to my ankles, the torn shirt is quickly tossed aside, and I approach, careful to avoid stepping on pokeballs.
Her voice sounds raspy. "What are we doing on my bed?" She grins, smugly winking as she trails a hand down her chest and down to her stomach, where she pulls at the fuzzy pink rope holding her girly bathrobe in place.
The fabric parts, revealing her bosom, her lightly reddened skin as if she just came from a hot shower, and the messy red fluff of her pubic hair. Abandoning the rope, it falls limp on top of her toned stomach. She traces along her skin, brushing around her navel, over her abs, and finally through the curly hairs where her hand comes to a rest.
Her smile grows. "Are we doing... me?"
She's infuriating. Her confidence is maddening. The display she puts on stings in all the wrong ways. She doesn't even startle when my hand lashes out, inches short from wiping that smirk off her face.
Her act is flawless.
I rest my palm against her cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin. The other aims for her neck again, thoughts whirling in my mind to squeeze - and I give in. Just a little.
Her pulse quickens, yet her mask remains perfectly still. When she chokes, I release the pressure, and she croaks, "Is my little boy ready to become a man?"
She betrayed me.
My hand squeezes tighter yet again.
She used my trust; she knows how I feel, and yet, she still sold me out just like everyone else. My father, the secretary, the security system... Mars - all of them figured me out and played me like an idiot.
And here I am, being played again. The moment she put on her mask, everything became just yet another game to her.
"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" I ask, and her chin brushes against the back of my hand as she nods. "You wanted to corrupt your very own little boy. It wouldn't have been enough to take his first time - you greedy bitch want more. You wanted to destroy someone's innocence. Did I figure you out?"
Her hand - the one that's hiding away her pussy - starts moving slowly. The other one slides up to her chest, caressing herself.
I don't need her to nod. I can tell how she ticks. I can tell what she thinks, that smug traitor. How she feels in her gloating moment of victory. "You're not my first woman." How to make her stop.
All at once her body freezes, her eyes widen, and her throat moves as if to choke out the soundless word, 'What?'
"I told you before, didn't I? I'm not as innocent as you think I am. I'm no cute little hero. I'm not the shota you've been dreaming of and saving yourself up for all your whole life. I'm a man, and I'll make you a woman tonight."
I let go of her throat to grab her hands. For the first time, she actually fights back, but she's too weak to break free. Oxygen-starved and powerless against Aura. She coughs. "You're lying!"
"Am I? Does it even matter? I'm in your head. I know how you tick! This is the worst for you. Your precious fantasy just collapsed all at once." I grin. "And I can tell I'm right. Your soul cannot lie to me."
"Fuck you! Say that you're lying right now!"
Her struggles are impotent. Her body writhes until I pin her down, looming over her, and kiss her lips.
She lashes out, snapping. Her teeth catch nothing but air after trying to bite me.
"You could have had the fantasy you craved, but you just had to side against me."
I press against her. She startles when she feels my manhood on top of her, and I use the moment to pin her arms above her head with one hand - my other goes down into her scarlet forest, parting the strands and lips hidden underneath.
"Hey, hey! What are you doing?" Mars cranes her neck, trying to see what's about to happen. She looks me in the eyes. "I don't want this anymore. This is rape, you know?"
"Is it?"
She nods, eyes sparkling as if she found a loophole. Behind that sparkle is fear. Abject terror. A smirk. "I don't consent anymore. So, you can't fuck me."
"Wooow." I stretch out the word. "That's pretty bad for you. Should have thought about that earlier."
I align my member with her entrance.
Her eyes widen, and she screams. "Wait! Just tell me you're a virgin! Just lie to me if you have to!"
What the actual fuck is wrong with her? What's really going on in that crazed brain?
"Is that... pity?" She mutters. After a brief pause, she gnashes her teeth. "Why are you looking at me like that?!" Her impotent struggling resumes. With the way I'm holding her, all she can do is wiggle around uselessly. She screeches. "Let me go! Leave me alone!"
"Are you actually just crazy?"
"No! Fuck you!" She is.
"You know? They say, never stick your dick in crazy."
Mars stops writhing. She seeks out my eyes again, a pleading look in hers. A tinge of defeat in her voice. "Then don't. Just leave me alone, Swole."
I shake my head, and she looks aside. "I won't, because I actually like you. I know there's something wrong with me, but I won't leave you alone. I won't let anyone else have you either, so give up your pipe dream of scoring a virgin boy, you crazy hag. Tonight, I will make you mine."
I realign my member once more. When I press, she shudders, trembles, and gasps. Her wet folds part easily. "There. It's done."
Mars mumbles.
"What?"
"I'm sorry." She repeats.
"You're sorry? Why? For what?
"For..." She moves her head again, looking between our bodies where we're connected. When she glances up again, our eyes meet, and I place my palm against her cheek, and her desperate search for words crashes and fails.
"Don't worry about it." I caress her skin as tears bud in the corners of her eyes. "Just surrender and become mine."
She presses her face against my palm, drying her wetting cheeks as tears flow freely.
"Give up. You're a crazy monster, but I want you anyway." I repeat while caressing her cheek and wiggling my fingers between hers. Her arms have slackened, and her fists relaxed, letting me dominate them completely. As our bare fingers intertwine, I can't help but notice she's not wearing the ring anymore. "Where did you put the ring?"
Mars startles. She looks left and right; her hands twitch as if trying to escape one last time before one finger escapes our embrace. She points above her head.
"... Under the pillow." She whispers. "I can't reach it."
"The left one?" I say as I reach for it.
Mars glances down our bodies when I inadvertently slide deeper inside her. The feeling is too good. Warm, moist, tight, and snug.
I have to brace myself with both arms. She meets my gaze, looking soft and vulnerable as my hand presses against the bed's stiff springs.
My face ends up right above hers. She puckers her lips like a certain little kid expecting his first human kiss in the middle of a forest clearing.
Giving up on the ring, I meet her lips instead. Softly, she pushes against me. Her eyes flutter closed, and her breathing calms down.
I touch her cheek, feel her smooth skin, the hard bones of her jaw, the contour, the frazzled strands of her hair - all as her steady breaths tickle at my lips. I'm breathing the air she exhales while our lips remain sealed.
My other hand joins the first, keeping her head steady while I venture deeper. Tilting my head to avoid bumping noses, I tease open her lips and slide my tongue past the weakened barrier of her teeth.
She reciprocates, gliding along my tongue, past my incisors and exploring deep inside my mouth while I penetrate her further.
I study the rough shapes of her molars, taste the freshness of minty toothpaste, and feel the touch of her hands upon my back. She traces my shoulder blades, finding my spine, my neck, and finally loses herself within my wild mane.
Gripping a fistful of hair roughly, I can tell she toys with the thought of tearing me off, but in the end, she simply relaxes once more. Her body sags into itself as she sighs a deep breath into my lungs.
Some sweet air is nothing compared to Salazzle's two-foot tongue, so I tank it before unleashing the counterattack.
My left hand roams down her neck, past the bumps of her collarbone, keeping full contact with the soft skin of her throat's edge, down towards her cleavage, until I finally cup the supple mound itself.
A stiff nipple stands at attention, boring into my palm, goading me to grasp it, to tug it lightly, to play and toy around with it until Mars releases a moan into my mouth.
She pulls me closer, bridging the gap between our chests. Her breathing hastens, and her eyes flutter open again. Her blood-red eyes stare deep into mine. First into my left one, then swapping to the right as her lips curl into a smile.
Then she smirks. One of her hands leaves the formation before smacking my butt. Closing her eyes again, she begins wrestling my tongue, pressing against it and jolting when I pinch her nipple a little harder.
Instantly, she tenses up. Her stomach tightens and her tongue stops its invasion. I let up and release the seal on her lips.
Mars lies underneath me, refusing to meet my eyes. "Mars?" I ask, but her thoughts stay hidden, silently lurking in her mind. "Did I do something wrong?"
The irony only comes to me after the words have left my mouth. The bruised skin on her neck has already taken on a few shades of red - proof that there's something wrong with me.
"It's nothing..." She returns to her whispering.
It's clearly not nothing. "... Did I hurt you just now? Do you want to be on top?"
She glances at me. Wrinkles at the corners of her eyes stand out as suspicion gives way to curiosity. She speaks with the caution of a newly hatched Deerling. "... Can I?"
"You can. Just know you won't escape either way." I slide my hands underneath her body - between her pretty pink bathrobe and the Team Galactic-gray blanket. "I won't let you go."
"That's perfect." Mars startles. "I mean, that would be better. I want to have a little more control, you know? I can't have my toy do all the work."
"If you say so." I smirk. Making sure Mars' arm isn't in a bad position, I roll over my elbow and shoulder, hoisting Mars up until she lies on top of me with fuzzy pink curtains falling down beside us. "Go ahead."
She grunts and huffs. "You're holding me way too tightly!"
"Oh? Really?" I press her even tighter against me. With my hands locked behind her body, there's no room for her to budge. "Hmmm. You know, I practiced wrestling." I watch her expression shift to slow realization. She's absolutely powerless against me. "And I also like to have a little more control."
A single attempt at escape is all she puts up, pressing her arms against my chest in a short, futile effort.
"Honestly, I think this amount of slack is pretty good." My comment makes her huff. "At least, until you can coax some more out of me. You know how."
"You're a brat." She huffs, blowing a few blonde strands out of my face.
"You're an old hag. Start moving those hips of yours, toy."
"Toy?!" She screams while slowly gyrating her hips. "I'll show you!" She repositions to press against the bed instead but only manages to lift us both. My hold remains tight. "Let me move, you little boy!"
"Only if you give me what I want." I press her tighter against me and pull her up until we're face to face again. "Don't make me say it either. You know what you need to do."
Mars stops for a moment. Her movements cease. Then she assaults my face in a violent barrage of kisses.
"No--" I try to speak during those short moments when my mouth is free. "--pe." She stops again, looking at me confused. "That's not it. Try something else." Clarity comes to her eyes when I pucker my lips like she did.
Slowly, she inches closer, her lips brush against mine in a gentle caress. I release some tension, but she forces herself tighter against me, squishing her boobs to my chest and probing my lips with her tongue.
With even more space, she begins moving the rest of her body, leveraging her legs to push her pelvis up for just a little before sliding down my shaft. Once more, and then another time, she repeats that motion until she startles as my hands land upon her butt, grabbing both cheeks and squeezing them each. She breaks the kiss with a moan.
Propping herself up, she braces her arms against my chest, traces my skin, and bounces a little higher on my cock.
Her tits jiggle in front of me, hypnotizing. Taking one in each hand, I give them a careful squeeze. The soft tissue budges under the slightest pressure, feeling a little like heavy marshmallows.
Her pace quickens. When she lifts herself off me, I push my pelvis up, meeting her halfway and sending her higher on the next bounce. Her stomach twitches, and her pussy tightens like a vise from all sides, squeezing my dick. She clenches her hands to fists, breathing harder with every motion.
Then, suddenly, she collapses. Her arms buckle and she falls down on me, angling her face away to prevent a painful clash. But I keep going, pumping into her from below, dragging out as far as I can without slipping before slamming back inside.
I grab her face. Her eyes refuse to focus on anything, looking everywhere at once. I force her lips open with a kiss, delving deep into her mouth while penetrating her lower lips much deeper than that.
Clarity comes and goes to her eyes until she simply closes them tight. Her body trembles. She presses her thighs to my hips and massages my manhood with an orgasm.
I break the kiss before it's too late. "Mars--" Panting interrupts my voice. "-- I'm close--"
Her eyes widen. All of a sudden, she finds some strength and thrusts herself upright. She lifts her butt off, ready to pull myself out--
She slams back down.
"-- Hold on!"
She doesn't. Mars keeps going, breathing hard and panting like a dying animal as she jumps up and down my shaft as fast as she can.
"Mars!"
Then she plummets all the way down. Her lips clamp down, her walls grip and choke my dick when the first drop of seed spills deep into her depths.
Mars meets my eyes, then smiles. Her eyes barely focus on me as more and more cum fills her up.
My muscles disobey. Instead of bucking her off me, my hips stay glued to her. Instead of lifting her off, my hands tug at her waist, keeping her in place.
Spurt after spurt seeds Mars until finally, she comes to her senses. Her eyes snap wide open. Her palms drag across my chest as she slowly lifts herself. She stares down her body, past her heaving breasts, watching where our organs connect - thick white liquid oozes between the seams.
Then she drops down again. Weakly, she mewls, breathing hot air as her butt slaps on my pelvis. "Uh oh." She mutters. Her body slackens and her arms buckle. She slams down, her chest cushioning the fall, but her chin impacts my shoulder. "Oof."
After some groaning in pain, she giggles.
---
"You're laughing?" I'm fucked! I came inside! That's the worst place to cum in! "You messed up, and now you're laughing?!"
Mars turns her head to plant a kiss on my cheek. Then she whispers in my ear. "No, you messed me up." She giggles again. "You really filled me to the brim. I can feel it trying to seep out."
"This is bad." I mutter while Mars traces circles on my chest with her finger. "Did you, like, take something to prevent pregnancy?"
"Nope."
"Aaare you old enough to not become pregnant anymore?"
With a flick of the wrist, she painfully tears out one of my chest hairs. "Nope."
"Then what else? How can you be so relaxed in this situation?! You might become a mother!"
"And you might have become a father." She says, and my eyes widen. "You'll take responsibility, won't you? After all, if you don't, I know how to find you. I know your father. I know--"
"My mom's going to kill me."
"I doubt she will. I am a great catch."
"Dawn is going to kill me. Akari too. Maybe not Zoey. My pokemon--!" I stop myself from saying something stupid.
Mars looks up, her wandering fingers coming to a stop as she catches my eyes. "Your pokemon?"
"Mmmy pokemon... career. How can I battle the league if I have kids to raise?"
She rests her head on my shoulder again. "I'll take care of her. You can travel for a bit."
"Her?"
"I haven't thought of a name for our daughter yet. It was a little bit of a snap decision." Mars kisses the skin of my shoulder before letting out a dreamy sigh that tickles my neck. "This is perfect." She cranes her neck to kiss my cheek. "Now, I'm yours."
"You're crazy." I reach up and under the pillow, finding the cold metal of the engagement ring hidden underneath. Then I catch her hand before it could pluck out another of my chest hairs. Carefully prying out her ring finger, I slide the ring onto it. "But if you're offering to take care of any... problems that may or may not have been made just now, then I guess it's alright?"
"You guess? Is that a question?" She sounds offended.
"Yeah? I guess? You're asking a lot of me. Buuut... I guess raising... problems and training pokemon can't be too dissimilar, right?"
"Exactly! It'll be just like training a pokemon. Plus a little extra." Mars kisses my cheek. "You're worrying too much about this. Just be happy! Like me!"
"I can't help it. I'm a worrywart." I shoot her a wink... I'm fucked. I'm beyond fucked. What was I thinking?! "By the way, do you have the time?"
"Behind me on the nightstand." She points it out with a finger aimed behind herself. "You're not thinking of leaving... are you?"
I gulp hard. It was my first thought.
"I'll stay the night, if that's alright with you?" The way she nods erratically answers that question. "But I'll need to wash Lopunny before bed, and I have to make sure Mary is--" - "Mary?" - "Mary! Oh Arceus, I left her alone just to deal with you!" - "Deal with me?!" - "I have to make sure she's doing alright! Be right back."
"Who the fuck is Mary?! And how dare she deserve your time more than me right now?!"
"Ah. She's Magearna." Hearing her new, real name, she perks up, sitting on the couch in the living room... I never closed the door. Salazzle retreats from the bedroom entrance the moment I spot her. "She's the pokemon I rescued from the basement."
"Magearna?" Mars mutters, looking up from my chest to see the metallic pokemon for herself. "Not Azelf?"
"Azelf? The lake guardian? Why would I need to rescue her?"
"Uhm... no reason?"
"Hold on, why would she even be in the basement? Shouldn't she be at one of the Sinnoh lakes?"
"Uhm... for reasons? Didn't you want to go bother your pokemon? Go ahead. Feel free to use my bathroom as if it were your own."
She idly plays with the pink rope of her robe. Impossible. She's already back to her old self. I let out the deepest good grief imaginable. "Gooooooood grief. Keep your secrets." I pull myself up after kissing Mars, leaving her behind when I grab my bag and flee into the living room. I turn and speak up. "Which door leads to the bathroom?"
"The right one."
"Of course. The right one. How did I not find it immediately? Obviously, the correct door will lead me to the bathroom. Thank you very much."
"Har. Har." She laughs and points to the left. "My right. By the way--"
I follow her directions as she speaks and open the door to a utility closet with a washing machine and freezer inside. Some cooking pans and pots, as well as some mixers, food dicers, and other kitchen equipment, are stacked on an overfilled shelf.
"-- I didn't want to say anything earlier, but your Lopunny smells like she fought and lost against a Skuntank. How comes?"
After closing the door, I try the other one while replying, "We fought and won against Jupiter's Skuntank. I think Jupiter doesn't really like me."
"She's just grumpy. Hold on, did you say you won?"
Behind this door is a large ceramic-tiled room with a luxurious shower on one side and a jacuzzi on the other. Towels hang from the wall. The shower is like the one at home.
"Yep. I won. You can probably watch it online already." After confirming this room as the bathroom, I look towards the living room where my pokemon and Mars' Bronzong play cards. "Lopunny, Salazzle, Lucario, and Mar-- Magearna, can you come here?"
~"No." Salazzle responds, forcing my hand to carefully aim her pokeball while my other pokemon listen.
A red beam shoots past Magearna, striking Salazzle before she could escape. The ball shakes violently as soon as she's sucked in. "Hurry up!"
Lucario was straggling behind, but I close and lock the door the moment she passes. The next, Salazzle escapes from the confines of her pokeball.
It pops open, red energy forming a blob on the smooth white tiled ground that quickly turns into a large lizard. Her eyes widen in terror, and she dashes across the floor up the nearest wall, making a mess of the towels in the process. One after another falls off the rack while her sharp claws tear holes into them. She hisses. She reaches the ceiling and hisses again. ~"I'm not taking a bath!"
She will. "Sure, sure. Don't worry. No bath for you." I turn to Magearna. She cocks her head forty-five degrees and stares at me. Her calculative, bright pink eyes seem to lack a soul, but that's only logical - that soul is stored in her heart.
She straightens out yet still stares me in the eyes, expecting me to tell her about everything. Spots of rust mar her face, her shoulders, and her arms. Flakes of paint on dull metal are all that remains of her black and gold dress, her black ears, and her golden eyelashes. I guess her eyelashes are supposed to resemble the golden connector pins of processor chips.
Some of Salazzle's corrosive poison attacks have dripped over Magearna's hand and dress and burnt holes into each. Her wrist reveals intricate gears, wires, and pulleys working together to move her body according to her will - yet she remains perfectly still.
I point at her wrist. "Are you in pain?"
She cocks her head again. She closes her eyes and opens them exactly one second later. "No." Her voice is monotone and abrupt. Robotic. "I have sustained minor injuries, but those will recover within four hours and twenty-one minutes."
The gears begin turning, the wires pull, and her hand lifts to point at the bathtub. "Do you require service?"
Maybe my memories are playing tricks, but she really does resemble Mary a lot. I give her an apologetic smile. "Not yet. I have to clean up Lopunny first."
"Understood." She nods with perfect rigidity. "According to my sensors, the leporine pokemon requires immediate deep cleaning."
Lopunny growls. ~"Leporine?!"
"Haha!"
~"Master!? She can't insult me immediately after joining the team! Do something!"
"Haha, sorry. 'Leporine' just means bunny-like. Now, hop into the bathtub; I'll get your supplies."
I brought the bag with me. Searching through the bathroom compartment, I pick out her bottle of shampoo, then Lucario's, Swadloon's, and finally Salazzle's. Salazzle looks at it from the ceiling in growing suspicion.
Once they are all out and ready to be used, I look at my belt... I'm not wearing a belt. I'm not wearing anything... I'm strangely comfortable not wearing anything... I need to make sure I'm not turning into an exhibitionist.
"Lucario, can you get Swadloon's pokeball from the other room?"
~"Easily." She replies before closing her eyes and allowing her horns to float.
A few moments later, a hollow metal object gently knocks against the door. I unlock it, open it, take Swadloon's ball, and close and lock the door before Salazzle could escape.
~"Why are you locking the door?" She asks.
"No reason." Not a good excuse. "Privacy."
I call out Swadloon, pet her a bit, before planting her into the wash basin and turning on the tap. She grins and chirps when the cold water runs over her body. "You like it? Want it any colder?"
~"Nope. It's per--" She tips over and falls to her face. Her words bubble up from the water that pools at her not-feet.
I straighten her up, give her another petting before securing her with a rolled-up towel and turning off the tap.
~"Thanks, master!" Swadloon chirps.
"No problem. And remember not to drink up too much of the soaking water again. I'll swap it out for fresh water later." I cross the room, pick up Lopunny's shampoo on the way, and climb into the massive jacuzzi bathtub where Lopunny already struggles with the technology.
The bath is set deep into the floor, but the wooden walls still rise half a meter up. A panel of perfectly labeled knobs, stylishly large push-buttons, and a red switch takes up Lopunny's attention as she stress-tests the controller's durability.
I gently push her aside before she starts crying, turn off the jacuzzi air bubblers, and press the button to drain the puddle of ice-cold water. Lopunny barely perks up when I pet her back. "Nice attempt. You almost got it right."
She swiftly turns around to box my arm, and I hiss out in pain.
"Let-- holy shit--" My shoulder throbs. "-- me handle it."
A few moments later, hot water fills the tub, then hazelnut and caramel-scented bubbles join as the air stream gets going.
The bath is deep enough for massive pokemon like Kangaskhan to be able to use it comfortably - for me, it's almost too big.
Without the bench inside the tub, I could only swim or stand with just my head reaching out. One lever can control the bench height, so I set it low enough that I can still look over the bubbles forming on the bath's surface.
Lopunny swims around aimlessly, making little waves of soap bubbles. A little larger, and the tub could serve as a swimming pool. She reaches one end, turns around, then paddles to the other within a few moments.
Lucario joins me on her own, taking a seat beside me and letting out a sigh. She rests her head on top of the bathtub wall and lets her horns hang limply over the edge.
"Lopunny? Can you join us for a bit?"
She kicks off the wall and crosses the tub, coming to a rest right above my lap... right in front of my face. The pungent smell of Skuntank hits me in the face, and I recoil.
Grabbing her shampoo bottle with one hand while the other clamps down on my nose, I flick the cap off and ooze a generous amount on top of Lopunny's head. Her ears flick uncontrollably, splashing water everywhere as I massage it into her fur, scalp, and the soft tissue on the inside of her large earlobes.
She stopped treading in the water the moment my fingers touched her scalp, instead settling down on my lap.
Face to face, seated like she had been in the stadium to tease Dawn, she slings her arms around my neck and nuzzles my face while I treat the back of her head.
Her burnt chest presses against me, rubbing her nubs into my skin. Her pelvis slides closer until she brushes against my quickly growing member.
Lopunny angles herself so the tip presses against her entrance - my eyes widen as realization dawns. She lowers herself and envelopes me.
I look left and right, still in disbelief as she slowly rubs herself against me. The layer of bubbles is too thick to allow anyone to see what's going on underneath. When Lopunny begins lifting herself off, I quickly place a hand on her butt to push her back down.
Trying to catch her eyes, I shoot her a look that says, 'What the fuck are you doing? Right in front of everyone? Are you insane?'
But she just grins, replying with a look on her face that says, 'Hihi.'
Arceus, damn it! "Whew, Lopunny, I am sure sore from today's activities. Aren't you too exhausted too? Why don't you just sit down beside me and relax a little?"
~"Nope." She kisses my lips. ~"I'm perfectly content right here."
That's what I feared. "At least don't move around so much. I don't want you..." To get us caught! "- to aggravate your wounds."
~"My wounds? It's been hours since the fight; I'm fine now." She wiggles on my lap, grinding and allowing my dick to slide as deep as possible. ~"Only my fur needs to regrow a little, but to be honest, I quite like the feeling."
Her skin already grows new, soft strands of fur, covering her modesty without dampening the warmth from her body. She's hot like a furnace, her heart beating hard as my hand roams her body. Sliding it past her wagging bunny tail, I dig my fingers through the undamaged fur on her back. Encased in water, they feel light and offer no resistance, parting with my touch and allowing me to trace her spine.
So much of her is so incredibly human. Her vertebrae poke out a little, surrounded by strong ropes of back muscles, her shoulder blades move along with her arms, her ribs encase her important innards, and her chest is filled with soft tissue... I'm just groping her at this point, and she has started moving up and down gently.
I look around, finding my pokemon occupied with their own thoughts as the soap suds hide our activities - and even hide the waves Lopunny causes.
Lopunny purrs in my ears, and something snaps in my mind.
The gentle rhythm, the soft feeling, the pleasant smell, the warmth, the relaxing bubbles from the jacuzzi... it's too much to ignore.
A tear escapes from my eyes as I settle my chin down on Lopunny's shoulder, hiding my face with her ear.
This is too good.
This is so much better than the sex with Mars.
Something's wrong with me.
Why did it feel like just another task to complete?
... Why does this feel like the actual reward for it?
Lopunny caresses the back of my head, bites my earlobe, and slowly comes to a rest. She rests her face on my shoulder, nuzzling my neck.
I give the fuzzy side of her face a kiss, squeeze her butt, and gently, carefully tilt my pelvis in a way to slowly thrust into her without disturbing the water too much. She does the same, rocking back and forth while enjoying the friction.
"I love you." I whisper into her ear, tickling the sensitive fluff in her inner ear.
~"I know." She replies. ~"I can feel how much you love me, Master."
My heart races as the double entendre cannot possibly be interpreted as innocent. "Y-you're supposed to say, 'I love you too' - instead of..." Instead of what?! "Referencing our bond?"
~"It goes without saying. I wouldn't be doing this with you otherwise."
"This being cuddling."
~"I mean s--"
I shut her up with a brief kiss. "Can't you just say the words for me?"
~"I love you, Master. More than anyone in the world. You're the bestest trainer a pokemon could ever hope for."
"The best? You mean it?"
She nods, hums, and purrs. ~"The best of the best. The bestest. With you as my trainer, there's nothing I can't destroy--" Suddenly she clenches her eyes shut; her body briefly trembles. When she opens them again, she seeks out mine before kissing my lips. "I love you, and I'll defeat anyone with you!"
I sling my arms around her waist; the soapy suds on top of her head are left completely forgotten as I pull her closer.
"We'll defeat the league together - you, me, and everyone else." I'm approaching my limit - a quiet voice falls on deaf ears as my conscience demands to pull out. "You're the bestest pokemon in the whole wide world, Lopunny. I--" My hips buck on their own, seeking to penetrate Lopunny as deep as I can.
Something possesses me, and I chomp down on the earlobe dangling right in front of my face. Rope after rope of seed fills up her depths to the brim as she returns the love bite. Her vagina squeezes and undulates, wringing my dick for every drop it's worth.
By the time no more escapes - by the time nothing more fits inside - by the time some squeezes past the tight seal of her lips around my shaft... her body still trembles, her teeth still keep my head locked in place - any attempts to flee, and my ear might tear straight off.
"I--" I take a few breaths. "I'm so glad I found you, Lopunny."
She quakes harder, squeezes harder, and wraps her arms around my back as she lets go of my ear. She licks it. She settles down, coming to yet another rest and using my shoulder as a pillow.
Slowly, her shallow panting returns to normal breathing, then quiet snoring.
Lopunny fell asleep.
... Suds of caramel-scented soap drip from her head, down her face, and onto my shoulder, where they mix with a few drops of blood dripping from my earlobe.
Sigh-- I mean, good grief.
A smile settles on my lips despite the task ahead; I've got to finish washing her without waking her up.
... I would do it right away if a certain lizard's head had nothing to say. At some point, she climbed the wall of the bathtub, poking her head over the water and craning her neck to stare straight at me from the edge of my sight.
Slowly, as if I'm faced by a predator, I turn my head.
She grins. Her half-lidded eyes look thin like crescents. She knows.
I slowly shake my head at her.
She opens her mouth, sharp teeth sparkling with a coating of saliva. ~"My turn!" She screams. ~"Let's make lotss of eggs, masster!"
... I suck at stealth.
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"At least let me finish with Lopunny--"
~"You already did."
"Finish cleaning her up. Afterwards, I think we should run some fresh water. This one is... filthy."
~"And then we'll make it filthy again, yess? Here, I'll help you!" Salazzle pushes the button that starts draining the tub.
While that drains, I finish lathering up Lopunny's body and give her a thorough rinse with the showerhead.
Man, this bath has it all. Is this part of those work benefits everyone talks about at Team Galactic? Maybe... nah. I won't work for them - I'll carve out my own career as a champion.
I carefully place Lopunny into the jacuzzi seat and press the button to refill the tub. Salazzle's shampoo is... oh. "Can you pass that for me, Salazzle?"
Reluctantly, she taps it with a claw, watching the bottle nearly tip over.
"Don't even think about bailing." I warn her. "You're only getting what you want if you come into the bath with me."
After a while, she lets the bottle go and watches it rock back and forth. Then she turns to me. ~"Why? Can't we have ssome fun without the bath? I'm not dirty."
She's the dirtiest pokemon I know. "What's the matter now? Just a few moments ago, you weren't reluctant."
The bottle of shampoo stopped swaying a while ago, so she tips it over again.
~"I jusst realized Lopunny didn't have to do anything for you. She gets what she wantss. But not me." She makes a long, drawn-out hissing sound - a lizard-sigh - while letting her head hang limply. ~"No love for little old me. Sssecond fiddle to that ssstupid rabbit. Hissssss..."
"I honestly can't tell if you're serious or just being melodramatic for attention." I tap the outside of the bathtub in a way that reminds me of someone trying to lure their pet closer. "I'm just trying to enjoy this with you. It's a nice, warm bath; the bubbles feel amazing, and the last time I managed to get you to bathe with me, you liked it, didn't you?"
~"I guesssss."
"So, come here, please? Be a good little lizard for me."
She hisses a laugh. ~"You sstole that line from Mars."
"It's a good line."
She agrees, grabs the bottle, and crawls low to the ground up to the bathtub. My palm meets her cheek - smooth, dry, and bony - tracing along her face, neck, and down to her chest as she begins crawling up the bathtub wall.
I coax her along, gently pushing my hands against her armpits when she stops to spectate the bubbling water. She closes her eyes and resumes the crawl, using my chest as a platform to turn herself around and lower her lower body into the water. Tail, hind legs, and finally sinking until even her stomach submerges.
Her sharp claws dig uncomfortably deep into my skin the entire time, but I don't mind. I keep stroking and scratching her skin while she gets accustomed to the water.
"There, there." I say, and she peeks past a half-lidded eyelid. "It's pretty nice, isn't it?"
She nods carefully, as if a wild pokemon might drag her down to the bottom of the tub if she moved too much.
Slowly, her heartbeat steadies. Her clawed hands relax, and only a tiny pinprick hole remains in my skin... a little bead of blood quickly grows on my chest.
Salazzle spots it, and her eyes open the rest of the way. ~"Sssorry." She says before extending her forked tongue out, reaching all the way to the drop and tickling me as she licks it up.
I flick her tongue away once it overstayed its welcome, causing her to slurp it back into her mouth and hiss at me.
It's a sensitive organ, after all. She uses it to smell things like a mundane snake, but she also uses it to grab food like a... I don't even know. A chameleon? "You're such a strange pokemon, you know that?"
She shakes her head.
Her clawed hands are even stranger: behaving like sharp daggers or sticky gum, depending on the situation. Right now, they stick to my skin. I try to lift her arm, and she pulls and stretches my skin with her.
The igniphores along her stomach are strange too. Every single fire pokemon, with exposed igniphores like hers, uses them to intimidate opponents, flaring up with bright flames to scare them. Salazzle is the only species that uses them almost exclusively for mate selection.
Salazzle can fine-tune the activation of her igniphores, ranging from inactive all the way to blazing with flames. Right now, they are shining brightly and only feel a little hot on my skin, like the rods of a radiator.
The shine coming from the underside of her stomach teases the eye, luring me to look and trace the patterns.
They start at the top of her chest - on both sides, just below her neck, following her chest's outline and framing her boobs. A fork in the pattern branches off towards the valley between her breasts - it curves and tapers to a point. Following the trail, the pattern points at small, dark purple protrusions - barely visible on her dark-colored scales.
The hand that has been innocently fondling her shoulder and arm goes on an excursion. Salazzle shivers when I trace a finger along her igniphores. She becomes hotter - a little too hot for the tip of my finger, and I decide to take a shortcut, skipping directly across the soft breast to reach her nipple.
It feels stiff yet pliable. Pushing against the little button dents her breast and elicits a drawn-out hiss.
"Isn't bathing awesome?" I ask, drawing circles around her nipple. Even tinier protrusions surround it; on humans, those would be oil glands - through scent, they help babies find the source of milk. "Do you produce milk? It can't possibly be as much as from a Miltank, right?"
~"... It's..." She closes her eyes and pushes out her chest, goading me to treat the little nub a little harder. ~"... Awesome..."
"Yeah?" I guess she never heard the rest of my words. "That's nice. You've been working hard for this reward, haven't you?"
She nods.
"I've noticed. You're putting more effort into your training, you're helping Swadloon grow into a better future tank, and you dominated your match against Jigglypuff. Good job."
She keeps nodding.
I look back to her patterns. With her body reaching further out of the water to present herself better, I can chase the branching pattern down her stomach. Like waves, or rather blazing flames, they snake along her sides, keeping her smooth belly free.
Abandoning her nipple, I press my flat hand to the space between her breasts - the only space not unbearably hot. I slide down her stomach, feeling barely cushioned muscles underneath thin scales.
"Feel free to eat as many snack eggs from my backpack as you want." She probably already does. "You feel just a smidgen underweight. You need the extra energy for training, my little lizard."
She nods again. Her tongue slowly pokes out of her mouth, hanging limply and forgotten.
My hand presses right against something. Her stomach grows hotter right here. Just below my fingers is the water. Those must be more of her igniphores - internal ones that are most responsible for powering her moves.
"Climb a little higher, will you?"
She listens. Her hind legs straighten out and brush against the outside of my thighs. Her tail lifts out of the water, dripping wet as rivulets stream down her scales. The pair of mini-tails attached to her lower back rise into the air and wiggle like little feelers.
She's clearly a lizard. But somehow, her human features stand out the most to me: The cute smile on her far-too-large mouth. The happy hissing as another hand joins to caress her scary-strange claws, her scaly arm, her somewhat awkward shoulder, her far-too-long neck... She's lacking ears, but she follows my gently guiding hand. She lowers her head until her elongated face is in range.
I angle past the forked tongue and kiss her bony mouth. Lips that feel tough, almost like I imagine a beak to feel. A smooth texture of tiny, fine scales. And a wiggly tongue with a mind of its own, trying to part my lips and invade my mouth.
The forked tips of her tongue slip inside, and she digs deeper, quickly pressing against the insides of my cheeks.
For the first time, she doesn't take it too far. She wraps her tongue around mine and moves around inside my mouth as if she's somewhat unhappy about being unable to slide down my throat.
When I move out of the kiss, her long tongue refuses to leave me alone, keeping contact with mine until the last possible moment. Slowly, she retracts her tongue, without any messy slurping, without any juvenile playing.
When the tips of her tongue retreat into her mouth, the corners of her lips lift up. Salazzle smiles brightly, once again pushing out her chest right into my face for me to see, and a low purring noise comes from her throat.
She looks down on me like a dragon on her hoard of treasure. The patters along her body flare up brighter, steam wafting from them as her skin dries.
The hand on her stomach ventures lower. Between a final pair of igniphores that grow along her waist, sneak past the crease of her legs, and disappear between her thighs.
They're framing her pubic area. And in the middle of it, impossibly well hidden if not for the pink shine coming from it, lies her poke-pussy.
"A diligent lizard like you deserves a treat, don't you think?" I place my hand right on top of it.
Salazzle nods.
"You don't think so?"
She nods harder.
"You're not going to say it? You don't want to be my good, diligent little lizard?"
~"I'm a good lizard! Very diligent! Pleasse give treatss!"
I caress the outsides of her folds, trace the lips with my fingers, and feel a damp, oily liquid that refuses to evaporate. "That's what I like to hear. Keep going."
~"I'm your hard-working pokemon who deserves lots of love."
I tease the folds themselves, running my finger right along the crevasse between them. Another little nub stands erect near the top of her pussy. I press my thumb against it and turn it in slow circles, causing her to startle.
Salazzle shivers. ~"More!" She writhes on top of me in a way that grinds her lower body into my palm.
With her chest right in front of my face, another idea comes to mind. I open my mouth, approach her breasts, and spot her half-lidded eyes looking down at me. Her face darkens under a rush of blood while her eyes sparkle as if she knows what's about to happen.
Then I blow a brief breath of air at her nipple. The relative cold makes her shiver, and her eyes snap wide open.
"More?" I blow more air on her nipple. At the same time, I lightly pinch her clit between two fingers. "That's all you have to say? Not very eloquent. I expect more from the supposed smart one of the team."
She flicks out her tongue. To smell something, or to blow me a raspberry, I can't tell. ~"You're the besst trainer in the world." She hisses. ~"I wish you had larger eyess, but otherwisse, you're perfect. I'm ssso glad you stumbled into my cave."
"Your cave?" I ask, teasing her entrance with my middle finger. "This cave?" Her sopping wet folds part at the slightest touch. The oily lubricant is already coating my entire hand, while an indescribable scent wafts up from her privates.
It smells vaguely just like Salazzle, but there's another aroma drowning it out. Simply said, she smells of lust. She smells like sex. She smells as if it were a crime to avoid her tantalizing hole.
My finger slips a little deeper up to the second knuckle, and it takes all my willpower not to delve as deep as possible right away. One thing is clear - the pokedex is right; Salazzle are made for breeding.
Should I... give in?
I should, shouldn't I?
My finger digs deeper. Surrounded on all sides by hot, sticky, juicy flesh, it slides in nearly on its own, but Salazzle's flesh clamps down when I try to pull it out. It feels as if she's gripping my finger tightly, unwilling to let it go.
... That could be my...
Addictive. Dangerous. The words flit through my mind. I'm losing control - or am I just looking for excuses?
"I love you, Salazzle." She really does deserve a reward... "I want you to give it your all. Wear me down until I surrender."
She tilts her head, more or less 45 degrees. ~"Ssurrender? What do you mean?"
"Let's have sex. Let's finally have some steamy, sweaty sex. But only after you break through my..." Aversions? Problems? The part of me that's still normal? "My resistance."
Thoughts swirl behind her half-lidded eyes. Suddenly, they open as wide as her species allows; her mouth shows a wicked smile as her scales heat up.
With a splash, her tail dips underwater and wraps itself around my leg. Then her hind legs grip the sides of my thighs. One of her forelegs dips between our bodies. She struggles to grab it, but eventually her claws tighten around my hand, snatching it away from her snatch and pulling it up to her chest.
She presses my hand against her chest, making me grab one boob before sliding it across her nipple and over to her other breast, smearing her fluids over both of them.
Her patterns glow bright pink, guiding my attention to her tiny breasts and luring my other hand to join the first. I give them a squeeze. My fingers slide along her lubed-up skin-like scales without any friction. My heartbeat quickens when she pushes out her chest, seeking out more of my touch. Then she pushes further and guides her breasts closer to my face.
To avoid a handful of my fingers in my face, I slide my hands around her torso and up to her shoulders. I pull her closer.
Her chest impacts my face. Her dark purple scales are right up to my eyes, allowing me to see the texture of the tiniest lizard scales. A dim - very dim - light struggles to shine through her skin, giving the space between her scales a brighter color as if there's a fire burning in her chest.
I take a breath--
I take another breath.
I tighten my hug around her, pull her even tighter, and take yet another deep lungful of air, taking in the scent of pure lust mixed with plum, fig, and all the other strangely sexy-looking fruits.
I open my mouth and wrap my lips around her nipple, tasting the oily liquid on her buds. Tangy. Sharp. Sweet. Sour. More. It tastes incredible. I lick off more. Citrusy. Addictive. Intense. Dangerous.
Two or twenty more breaths, and I notice Salazzle has pulled away her chest a long time ago.
She grins. She braces her arms on my pectorals as her pussy hovers just above my rock-hard dick.
~"Did I win?" She asks. ~"Can you still resist me, massster?" She stretches the word unbearably. In the meantime, a drop of that holy liquid slowly draws a long string from her folds.
It never breaks. When it touches down on the tip of my rod, more liquid just keeps oozing out of her, fueling a steady stream of lubricant.
She lifts one arm, extends a claw, and runs it carefully from my throat down to my chest. ~"Anyone sstill in there? Can you answer?"
"Fuck me." The words spill out like an exhausted resignation. My mind blanks out. From the edges of my sight I see her tilt her head again.
~"Don't mind if I do!"
Her voice sounds distant. I try to move closer to hear her better but can't. My muscles refuse to listen.
Her whole body trembles in excitement as she slowly closes the gap between our organs.
She's panting. Her tongue hangs out limply. My vision swims. I think--
The moment we touch, fluids gush from her core, drenching me and filling the tub a little fuller. Salazzle squeals. She hisses, almost as if in pain. Her whole body trembles as her arms quake - then buckle. Her chest drops and falls on top of mine; her face lands next to me.
Her body drops on top of my manhood, rubbing the tip along her stomach and sending me over the edge as well.
My muscles move on their own, thrusting my hips uselessly and pumping seed between our bodies.
My eyes fall closed...