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Only when Jake's cock wilted and left Irma's heated depths did she stop her soft movements and pleasured gasps, instead just clinging to his frame, as if he was one of her dreamlike illusions, prone to disappearing in moment's notice. Right after the member's exit, a trickle of white followed, most of it staying inside her. "T-that... That was it... You really made an amazing enterance back there." Came a gasping moan from their "moderator". With a sharp intake of breath and a little disappointment at the lack of her own fulfillment, masked by a briliant smile, she retreated her fingers from her dripping snatch. On the other bed, lovers looked at her with embarassed grins, forgetting about her being there in the heat of the moment.

"But, you know, the night has only started..."

...Couple minutes passed as the pair sprawled on hotel's bed regained their composure. Red faces and rugged breaths spoke plenty of the pair's exertion. Irma's settled for nuzzling Jake's chest and neck, earning an appreciative murmurs from her trainer. They didn't bask in their afterglow for long before Sally stood up. "It's been great... but as I said... we have a night before us... And I'm not leaving... until there is no regret in this room." She said vigorously, breaking her sentence with heated pants. Jake looked at her, uncertain of how much of her words were her being professional and how much- exactly opposite. He was inclined to let her have her way, after all so far the treatment... Was not exactly unpleasant. "Irma, hun, would you please stand up?" Sally's request was as sweet as bubbly as ever and in the back of his head, Jake felt a red light blinking. It was quickly consumed, along with all other thoughts, by the feeling of a certain hot and quite sticky Gothitelle writhing and turning on top of him. The sight and her touch brought sharp jolt of pleasure to his still oversensitive member, the organ twitching weakly.

"My, my... So eager for a second round already?" Mocked Salac, before facing Gothitelle that now stood in front of the bed. Her midsection was sticky with her own pleasure, while a lustful concoction dribbled slowly down her thigh. Her perfectly done hair were a mess now, ruffled by Jake's hands and her own throes during their thryst. It didn't seem to bother her the least, half lidded eyes and a bright red cheeks being the only signs of her embarassment. Was she really the Pokemon Jake thought he knew so well? His train of thought was derailed quickly as the naked breeder turned Irma around, examining her well. Giving the trainer a clear sight, she pushed herself at Gothitelle's backside, rubbing their naked bodies together. Her nimble fingers reached down between the Pokemon's thighs and into Irma's heated depths and eclicting a sharp moan from her. "Yess... He treated you so well... Didn't he?" Sally half whispered into her ear, getting a nod and a buck of the impatient hips as the response. "And you... You kept so much from him... You tried to attack him! Is that how a good Pokemon... A good mate behaves?" The breeder inquired further, pulling her fingers, coated in plentiful of juices, from Irma.

She was getting a bit too far, Jake thought. Gathering his strength, he pushed himself partially upwards, only to be stopped by Sally's stern gaze. Her actions resulted in pained whimpers of his Pokemon, harsh shaking of her head in reactions to the breeder's accusations. "Stop. She needs it. She wouldn't forgive herself even after you'd forgiven her. Not unless she atones for her sins." While talking, Salac lifted her sticky fingers, tracing Irma's features, leaving a slimy trail through her abdomen and swirling around her pale nipple. She then lifted her soiled hand to press a finger against Gothitelle's supple lips. "And you will be... a good Pokemon for yer Master... Wont'cha?" Instead of an answer, she was rewarded with a whimpering mouth sucking on the cooling mixture on her probing fingers. "Yess... Atta girl..." Salac was getting visibly aroused herself, her other hand busy behind Irma pleasuring herself, her knees bucking weakly.

Withdrawal of the fingers was met with a protesting cry, becoming sharp yelp as with a wet "slap!" a hand struck the submissive Pokemon's buttock. "Now, now... You are not allowed to pleasure yourself... Yet. You get to look... To see, as I take your Master away from you."

Her statement left her with two pairs of wide opened eyes, as both Irma and Jake looked at her shocked. On the Gothitelle's part, she was dumbstruck with a harshness of her penance. She expected, even anticipated, some sort of physical punishment... But, as a burning mark of a delicate hand on her buttock kept telling her... She might've enjoyed it too much. This was not meant to bring her pleasure. Her heat no longer clouding her senses, she could tell that much. This was a punishment.

Mirroring Irma's befuddled expression was Jake's own, although the reasons were slightly different. He was lusting over the human girl, obviously... But he thought her behaviour was more of an "practical" way to arouse him so that he could help his Pokemon. That he'd have his first experience... His first _human_experience, he corrected himself, with this dark-haired beauty... It was beyond his imagination. Along with the show unfolding before him, the thought itself left him hardening quickly with anticipation.

The protest rising in Irma's throat died down as she watched Sally getting closer to _her_Master. She wouldn't indignify herself and her trainer by voicing her complaint. It was a rightful punishment. She did the unthinkable. She attacked her trainer. She shouldn't be the one straddling his waist. It shouldn't be her needy cunny wrapping his member tightly. And it wasn't. Sally's moan was like a burning welt against her very soul.

"ThaaaAAAAaaat's the spooot..." The moan, primal and gluttural, forced itself from the breeder's twitching abdomen. Raw sensation of his member wrapped in the soft, silky vice was overpowering for the inexperienced trainer. As soon as he got used to the feeling, he looked at her worriedly. "Whaaaa... Wha-at about-t the p-pro..." He felt her lips mashing into his, her tongue slithering dominantly into his gaping mouth, before he could finish. She got up and gave him a wink. "W- wooOoould you e-e-expect *groan* m-me to be soooo u-un-p-p-professionaaal?" She clearly was having trouble articulating her statement. "I-I usee in-induuustriaaAaal strength coo-contraceptive-es..." She exclaimed finally, riding him mostly for her own pleasure.

The same pleasure being denied to Irma brought tears to her eyes. She was so confused right now. Her proper part sensed the justice in the human's deeds, while her newly awakened, heated part wanted nothing more than to throw the breeder off of her­_master just to take her place. Her eyes weren't the only dripping part of her body after all... The squishy feeling, the smell of their lust in her delicate nostrils, the taste, oh _the taste Sally's fingers left in her mouth... It was not good. It was heavenly. She didn't like it per se, but the whole act of tasting their combined arousal left her mind shattered into small pinpricks of pleasure. A pleasure which was now burning stronger than before... And which was destined to last until her Master or the breeder deem otherwise. Oh, just how grateful she would be...

Probably even more than the breeder grinding her hips in circular motions against Jake's thrusting ones. In desperate need of her first orgasm, she spouted sweet nonsense inbetween whorish moans, just to further aggreviate Irma's situation. Being in control was a rare thing in her sexual exploits and she liked the novelty of it. Just as she was nearing her first orgasm, she heard Gothitelle's breath steadying slightly. It just wouldn't do. Twisting on Jake's lap and eclicting a pleasured grunt from him, she faced the Pokemon.

"Come 'ere, hun... Yeah, just like that. kneel, right there, between his legs. See everything yer not gettin'..." She kept saying and cooing. Feeling Irma's heated breath against their connection, she began moving with renewed vigor, every she went down hearing the satisfying "slap!" of their hips mashing together. It wasn't much longer till she gripped the sheets near Jake's head tightly, rewarding his thrusts with spasms and throes of her orgasming body. In the midst of her flight to the cloud nine, she felt a small, shy attention given to her _other_hole. Whimpering, she closed her mouth on the trainer's one, her eyes nearly going out of their sockets, before turning to whites behind her half closed eyelids.

Her pussy clamped and squeezed like a vice, giving series of pleasurable sensations to Jake. He was not seeing the cause of her sudden thrust and replied to her tongue, now lazily moving in his mouth with a more aggresive approach. Pushing appendages both in his mouth and in her snatch, he rolled her over, invading her resting senses. Her orgasm was pumping up his ego, his shy, inexperienced side being pushed down by his conviction of his prowess. It was not unwelcome to her, as she came down from her prolonged high and her muscles needed relaxing after cramping so much.

She felt... different than Irma. While Pokemon's insides were incredibly tight both from her smaller stature and being less experienced than the breeder, it was the latter that let her grip his shaft with trained expertise. Not wanting to think about just how much of that "working experience" the rowdy girl beneath him had, he just thrusted into her harder, while pulling his head up and grunting in pleasure.

Girl under him giggled groggily and looked to the side, crossing her eyes with Irma's. "Oh my Arceus, she knows!" The Pokemon thought in panic. She still wasn't sure why she did that. The smells, the sights right in front of her, Sally's backing in bliss, her new shameless site... It all happened too fast. And the breeder's reaction! It kinda made her wonder-

"U-uhh... Gonna get there soon..." Jake muttered through clenched teeth, clearly at his limit for the second time now. He wanted to last more, to give Sally at least one more release, he didn't want to seem like such a wimp after all... Sensing nervousness in his voice, she just put her hand against his cheek, reddened with exertion and embarassment. "Shh... It's all right... Give it all to me... I want it..." She began cooing calmly, the effect kinda ruined by the gasps she made when he was plowing into her. She glanced at Irma while speaking, licking her lips with mischievious intent.

Irma had to use all her remaining willpower not to groan or whimper. First she took her Master, then made him _mate_her just like Irma wanted to be mated, now she was stealing his precious, wonderful essence from her!? Mixed feelings swept through her again, jealousy twisting her insides along with unfulfilled pleasure... She felt so desperate for any kind of touch or feeling... She felt so utterly humiliated, yet so alive at the same time... Just what was the devilish breeder doing with her!? Finally, Irma's resolve broke just as Jake groaned in pleasure, hilting in Sally and earning a sharp intake of breath as he hit her innermost wall. Gothitelle whimpered pitifully as she watched his member pulsing and throbbing inside the girl, depositing his seed into her protected womb. She could smell his musk, overpowering and clouding her senses already...

Rolling off his partner, Jake huffed heavily. He looked at Irma, her gaze transfixed on both humans sexual organs, her eyes pleading for release. If he had any more stamina... "Come, hun. You can get your Master's seed. It's right there..." Sally moaned sweetly as she spread juice-drenched petals of her sex with her trembling fingers. The off-white substance was visible inside her canal. In his tired mind, Jake chuckled a bit. There was no way that Ir-

He heard a gluttural moan from beside him, looking to find Sally propped on a pillow, nodding to the Gothitelle between her legs. The Gothitelle that was now taking the first, apprehensive lick of the breeder's soiled cunny, eyes half-lidded and relishing in the naughtiness of the act. It seemed like Irma kept some things from him after all. He just kept on looking as his primed and proper partner dug into the other woman's sex with gusto.

Her eagerness to acquire the bubbling mixture of juices matting Miss Salac's privates was not lost on the young breeder. "Ahhhh, yess... So eager... So naughty... If ya try hard enough... You might just make me- aaaahhh!!" Sally's whole body went rigid as the Pokemon took a long, tender swipe of her slimy tongue starting at the breeder's puckered hole, glistening with a sheen of juices from her mating, finishing with a lewd, wet suckle of her protruding clitoris. Irma always prided herself a quick learner, after all.

"Oooh, that was... soooo goood... C'mere, ya lil' devil..." After writhing on the bed for the better part of the minute, Sally helped the Gothitelle up and with a lewd "slurp!" mashed her cum-caked lips against her own. Irma was visibly tense, moaning, writhing and whimpering with every touch of her heated body against the breeder's one. Gulping loudly, two females looked at each other for a moment while taking gasping breaths. "I'd say you're forgiven, how do you think, hun?" Sally asked Jake. Irma looked at him with a mixture of fear and lust eating away at her. He just smiled lazily and took her hand into his. "I've forgiven you a long time ago... Will you forgive me too?" He kissed her open palm, eclicting a moan and a frantic nod from her. "Well then, let's help ya out! Ya've been waiting so diligently, hun..."

"Did the breeder have an unlimited energy!?" Jake asked himself moving to the other bed and pushing it together with their impromptu-orgy-place. He then laid down, just observing as Salac almost thrown Irma down on the bed before hungrily attacking her neglected flower. She used all her breeder specialist prowess and just a couple of licks, slurps, sucks and carefully administered bites later, she was rewarded with a high-pitched scream and a gush of the Gothithelle's juices which she drank like she was dying from thirst. It wasn't long after that that the three of them just cuddled together, never minding the mess they were laying in . It was going to be Irma's first calm night since a long, long time.

Sun was high on the sky when Jake opened his eyes. The covers were pretty sticky and the whole room smelled of musk and sex. Seemingly unaware of both, two girls were sleeping soundly next to him. The young trainer smiled broadly upon noticing his Pokemon's mumbling happily through her sleep. Her body heat was wonderful against his front and he kissed her on the cheek gently before rising up carefully. She was quite a trouble, but well worth it, he thought lovingly before grabbing his Pokedex. Eh, to hell with that. He's going to treat his partners to some luxury today. He placed an order and went to the bathroom.

He went out just in time to hear the light knock on the door. Sighing with resignation, he just tied his towel tighter on his hips, before opening the door. A chubby blonde with a breakfast cart sighed and blushed heavily, before stammering. "H-hello... The b-b-breakfast was called in-t-to this room..."

"Yeah, I'll take it from here. Sorry for your trouble." He reached for the bill laying on the nightstand before handing the tip to the blushing girl. On the beds, Sally writhed and yawned loudly. To keep their privacy intact, Jake quickly grabbed the cart and closed the door before the speechless waitress. A giggle from behind him brought a reddness to his cheeks. "Ohh... Such a caring man... A breakfast to bed, all for us?" Chirped Salac sweetly, before untangling herself from the sleeping Gothitelle and going to the bathroom. She grabbed her bag and winked at him, swinging her taut hips shamelessly. "Glad to know we've made a good impression."

He just blushed harder and nodded a bit. This... would need some getting used to. "But-" He guessed "-it would be well worth getting used to." His stomach rumbled loudly, any further thoughts forgotten with delicious smells coming from the food cart calling him. "Johto Journey" menu he picked consisted of traditional region's breakfast dishes, rich in proteins from MooMoo milk and complimented with sweetnes of homegrown berries. He was happy he thought of opening the window to let the smell of their previous "activities" disperse so they could fully appreciate their food.

Finally, just as still naked Sally came out of the bathroom with her hair wrapped in towel, Irma began to wake up. Groggily at first, soon she almost jumped out of bed, grabbing the bedsheets with her. She thought she'd had a very nice, if extremely naughty dream... But the sight of her trainer standing in just his towel, the joined beds and the breeder girl entering the room... It was not a dream! "Hi, sleepyhead! Did ya learn explosion overnight? Yer face is so red, it's going to burst anytime!" The teasing from Miss Salac didn't help her at all, her hands rushing to her face, dropping the sheets in the process. She yelped, ashamed and ducked behind the bed, whimpering. Her behaviour earned her laughter of both humans. "Oh come on, Irma... It's nothing we didn't see yet. You can come eat with us. Unless you want to clean yourself up, the food can wait, after all." Jake spoke as he fumbled in his backpack for clean clothes. She peeked shyly from behind the bed to see both trainers dressing themselves up. In a panicked rush, she dashed to the bathroom.

Food sounded great, but how could Jake even propose such naughty, unbecoming behaviour! She was not a savage after all, but a proper-ain't nothing proper about what you were doing tonight- some voice inside her stated. And it sounded so much like the breeder lady! She was so confused, the other voice, which she knew was herself too, sounded so smug, so fulfilled. Is that how she was supposed to feel after all these events that took place this night? She both wanted to scream from happiness and hide from embarassment... Such conflicted feelings... The thoughtscame rushing to her head as warm water started to flow down her body. She was deprived her solitude here as well, as she heard the door opening.

"You're sure she's going to be all right?" Jake asked hesitantly as Sally put her hand on the doorknob. "Don't ya worry yer sweet lil' cheeks hun, I'm professional after all." The breeder's mischevious smile wasn't assuring him one bit. Ignoring a soft, irritated yelp from the Gothitelle, Sally walked into the steamed bathroom.

Jake heard only muffled noises coming from behind the closed doors and he decided to pay them no mind as he took off the soiled sheets from the beds. After that, he pulled the table to the center of the room and put both chairs to it, so that the three of them could eat together. He was just finishing setting up the table when girls stepped out from the bathroom.

Irma's cheeks were still burning, but she was much calmer now. Casting an uncertain gaze from Jake to Sally, she quietly took the place her trainer pointed to her. As for Miss Salac, she was milling some thoughts, her brow furrowed and her hand rising once and again to stroke her chin. The change in her demeanour puzzled Jake. As they began to eat, she hardly touched her food at all, shifting her gaze between the trainer and his Pokemon. After their eyes crossed several times, she groaned loudly and exclaimed. "Okay, city-boy, ya may be clueless as ever, but I want to know what are ya planning to do now." Feeling her accusatory stare on himself, he shifted uncomfortably. "Well... About what exactly?" He was afraid he already knew the answer.

"Oh, come on! Don' gimme that! We've fucked, ya've fucked yer own Pokemon, a situation which could never 'ave happened if ya only tried to communicate and understand her better!" She was storming around the room now, her wild nature evident. "Ah don' care how yer gonna do it, but ya better grow some balls and quick! Otherwise I may as well just get rid of yer useless pair right now." Both shocked and quite afraid of the girl now, Jake just sat there, dumbfounded. That's when he felt a familiar, yet changed nudge of a psychic connection. It was more... Clear and focused. Such was also Irma's voice when she spoke as he let her in.

Sally kept looking wildly at the boy, waiting for response. He seemed to be nodding slightly couple times, then stood up and looked the girl in the eye. "Fight us." She was quite disturbed by his quick change of tone. From meek and closed, to the confidence he put into the short sentence... And his posture... He seemed like a totally different man now.

"My my... You might have it in ya after all. Fine, I accept." Sally chimed suddenly, grabbing her purse and adjusting belt. "Meet me in the lobby in five."