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The drizzle danced on my spine, as I made my way down Heahea beach. The water was warm, and light enough that I was actively enjoying it, but the clouds on ahead were growing darker from the ocean side, and I knew with it would come a heavier fall, something colder and shocking to my bare shoulders.

I looked up at the sky and gazed over the lush green plant life, which grew thick and wild. I reached out and ran my fingertips across a thick vine, and continued on - looking hopefully on fora place in which to take shelter from the oncoming storm. I tugged a vine and caught a flower, but let both go as I hurried my steps. I was twenty kilometers from Heahea City, and if I hurried, I might make it before the rains got too heavy.

A cold splash hit me in the forehead and I glared at the sky. Maybe not. I sighed, and hurried a little faster, my flip-flops slapping me in the heel as I made my way on. This was an excellent place to vacation - sure - but damn me if I should have rented a bicycle. NOt that it'd help me on the beach, of course. I swore, and tugged my sheet closer around my body.

I had been having a picnic when I fell asleep on the beach - using an umbrella stand and my sheet for a resting spot. I'd only intended a quick one - maybe two hours at the very, very latest - but I'd woken up when the sun had been glaring at me - near sunset over the waves. I will admit I was rather taken aback by the view, the dreamy haze had made me smile and watch as a trio of Wailords danced in the ocean - before I realized that clouds were coming in and I would need to hurry back.

What had been perfect for a warm beach was quickly becoming something too cold for words - as a gust of wind blew and grabbed at the sarong wrap, the pink sheer fabric threatening to go tumbling across the beach. I grabbed it with my left hand, secured my sheet with the right, and trundled on. My skin had goosebumps from the kiss of cold rain. The sky began to ripple with light, and dance with sudden ripples of light. Thunder crackled, distantly. Shadows danced across the heavens, and I swore I could make out a mighty shape in the ocean - for a split second - possibly a Gyrados?

I swore, as I hurried along.

A vacation, my first in what had to be in almost three years, was still good. This was a beautiful island, and I had felt the tension leave me these many days of what was a month long endeavour and leave from Dimensional Labs Celladon. The job was stressful - not due to any physical hardships, no, but the constant mental work to try and understand the nature of our reality.

Thank Arceus they encouraged us to take vacations. We didn't need another 151-Incident.

My job was working with the resonant mathematics - trying to help clear up the picture we got from whatever the other side had to offer. The image was almost static - but occasionally we saw a momentary glimpse of something else. After the last view, I knew I needed a vacation. It had far too many tentacles, and a sickly sweet voice that made me want to throw up after listening too long.

If whatever it was saying was words.

So I hurried along in the rain, my flip-flops clapping the bottoms of my feet as I went quicker, the waves starting to pick up into a heavy rush against the shore. I stumbled again when my foot came down wrong, and kicked my sandals free, scooped them up, and took off barefoot over the smooth sand beach. I was glad I'd been in track in my youth, because I was really going to be puffing by the end of this. Twenty, no, nineteen kilometers was going to be a fun challenge to make.

And that's when I was struck by lightning.

Well, technically, the tree I was standing next to was struck by lightning. I was close enough that some of my hair turned white, and I leapt backwards just as the tree exploded, pelting me with chunks of wood. I had landed on my back in the sand almost five feet away, as the majority of the tree wobbled, and and then fell on either side of me. I lay on my back, my skin pulsing with the aftershock of being almost struck, and said a thank you to Arceus.

And then a blackened coconut fell on my head, rendering me senseless.

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I woke up in the dark and wet. It was warm, and I felt water gently washing over my front, and soaking into my clothing. I groaned, my head stinging where it had been impacted, and I lifted my hand to my scalp, to rub slowly at the bump there. It was tender, and I’d have a horrible bruise. I looked around, expecting the beach, or at least some signs of light - but it was dark, and beneath me was well worn, smooth stone.

I turned slightly, and fell off what was apparently a shelf. I tumbled off of it and sunk into the warm water that surrounded me, and bumped the bottom of it. Sitting up, I scrambled at the edges and gasped - finding myself floating in a dimly glowing water. I splashed around and scrambled for the edge of the shelf I’d been laying on, and pulled myself up.

I did so, only to run snout to face with a Salandit. I let out a yelp and fell back into the water, neatly hitting my head again. I struggled for the surface and looked up at the two large, purple eyes that gazed down at me curiously. I blinked, and it blinked back at me, and exclaimed “SALANDIT!”

He then scurried away and into the dark around the pool, leaving me floating. I reached for the shelf again and managed to pull myself up and over the lip, and felt the smooth stone scrape against my breast, nipples, and belly. I looked down and yelped again - as it appeared my top had gone missing, as had the sarong worn around my hips. And everything else for that matter.

I covered myself and sat on the stone, not wanting to take a third plunge into the warm water so soon, and shivered. A striking crack of thunder boomed beyond the dark, and I saw a flash of lightning from what was the entryway to the cave. The momentary brilliance showed that the cave was not too deep, perhaps thirty meters across by ten high - and the pool I was in was the center of it. I saw little, and the dark returned viciously - leaving me blind to the dark.

The cave was warm, even with the glowing waters slowly dripping off of my bare form. I didn’t feel goose bumps or shivers, and given my head didn’t hurt I probably didn’t have a concussion or shock. I reached up and felt the bruise again, no ache or sting there was bothering me. I counted my fingers and touched my face, feeling that everything was where it should be.

Yes, I was still me. I think. Was that weird? I didn’t think it was too weird.

“Salandit!”

I splashed back into the water with another yelp, as my host popped his head up and then blinked at me through the water. The water wasn’t too salty, as I almost inhaled a mouthful of it, and slowly I pulled myself back out of the water. I gasped for a breath, as he looked down at me. He binked, and a small hand reached out to pat my head.

“Salandit?”

“Yes, I’m alright.” I muttered out, and spat the water out of my mouth. With care, I dragged myself up onto the stone for a third time, and sat beside my companion, who scurried back a half meter, then sat down on his tail, looking at me. I blushed, covering myself, then felt silly for doing so. The air smelled sweet - but all of the island of Alola had a strangely sweet smell to it, in retrospect. “Are you the reason I’m here?”

“Salandit!” He exclaimed, his head bouncing fast enough I was sure it was going to pop off. He hopped around me, dancing a full circuit around me, then sat back down with an excited puff of his chest. He. How did I know it was a he? I shook my head out again, and reached out, almost without thinking, and gave him an affectionate stroke under the jaw. “Salandit!”

“Well, thank you, Salandit.” I said down to him, and felt the soft hide beneath my touch. Smooth, almost like skin, and my fingers played their way down and up the markings on the back of his neck. I touched, feeling the faintly slippery skin shift, and the lithe muscle beneath flex. My head felt dizzy, and I shook it off, my hand falling away. He looked up at me, with a curious little lilt of his head. “Wow. Was there something in that water?”

“Salandit?”

“Salazzle.”

This new voice was distinct. My Salandit (my?) ducked its head almost shyly, and turned, sitting at my side, with its long tail wrapping my hip. I felt protected there, as it looked into the dark, and I joined him in watching. Eyes of brilliant pink opened into the dark, and I saw a pale hide glimmer, as it came closer to me, up the smoothed carved steps. It approached on two legs, though it was only a mere 1.3 meters in height. Eyes of luminous pink gazed into mine, and my mouth grew dry.

“Salazzle?” She asked me. I gazed up to the pale hide-bound Salazzle, who looked down at me with a most curious tilt of her head. She crouched, and lifted a thumb along my lower lip, making me shiver quite suddenly. I licked my suddenly dry lips. “Salazzle? Salazzle.”

“I’m... actually very hungry. How long as I out?”

“Salandit!” The Salandit at my side chirped happily, and rubbed his head against my ribs and underarm. I squealed and jumped a little from the contact. I reached down and stroked his head again, and he brushed against it like a Meowth would have. I rubbed slowly, and traced my fingers down his neck, to the markings that delved his back. He liked it, and gave a content rumble.

“That long? Yeah, no wonder. Has it been raining that long?” I asked, gazing out towards the darkness behind, which flashed with the occasional splash of lightning and crackle of thunder. “Yeah, what, uh, I should have some bread and jam in my, oh, yes. Please. Have some.”

Another Salandit brought forth my picnic basket, and laid it at the side of the Salazzle, she smiling for it and patting his head, before dismissing him to go back to the dark of the cave. She delicately opened it and reached in to pull out my half eaten loaf of bread, and a jar of jam which was still well sealed. Deft fingers made quick work of the lid - and she tossed it aside after giving the inside a lick.

“Oran Berry Jam. Cost a bit more than most, but, I like it.” I replied at her inquisitive look. She lifted my stainless steel butter knife and smeared a chunk of bread with it, and took a bite. She chewed slowly and methodically, then took a part of the bread to offer to the Salandit beside me. He accepted it with his mouth, and only when she let go did he grab it, and began to eat it with a hungr gusto. She nodded approvingly, then extended a piece of bread to me. I reached for it, only to have my cheek slapped and her eyes narrow at me - gazing imperiously. I sensed that she was displeased by my action. My cheek hurt.

She held it out after a moment, and I shivered, hesitating. She drug her fingers over my aching cheek, and then hooked her fingers under it and pulled my face forward. The Salandit looked at me, then at the Salazzle, clearly amused at what was going on. With care, she held my head down, and gently lifted the food to my lips.

“Salazzle.” She said, her voice soft, but strong. I swallowed, and took it up into my mouth, and she rewarded me with a stroke through my fiery red hair. I looked back down, my eyes danced the glowing pink of her markings, and I could see how far they went. My mouth was so dry, I needed something to drink. I looked around again - but my eyes went back to her markings. They shimmered and they felt to be dancing before my eyes. My head was hot, and I could feel a bead of sweat run down my brow.

“I’m thirsty.” I croaked out, and her sweet scent washed over me again - I began to tremble. She pulled my water bottle from my picnic basket and looked it over, this way and that, then pulled the lid open, and took a swallow of it. I licked my lips, and watched her tip the water past her lips, and spill a trail down her chest. My head swam again. She seemed amused. I felt a whimper leave my throat. “Please.”

She considered me for a few further moments, then slowly extended the bottle to me. I reached for it - then my hand dropped to the ground, and I leaned forward on my hands and knees, and my lips closed around the tip. I drank greedily, until it was empty, and she closed the bottle and put it back. Content, she resumed stroking my hair. Her touch left me tingling, and uncomfortably warm everywhere.

“Salazzle?” She asked me, and I looked up at her, feeling the haze of her scent wash over me. I swallowed again - my mouth was no longer dry, but it felt that way. I smacked my lips, and lowered my head down onto the ground, feeling comforted in her touch. I didn’t reply, just let her touch me. It felt good to be touched. It felt good to be touched by her. “Salazzle.”

His hands joined me - the male at my side. His hands ran across my shoulders and down my back, and he touched me, as he pressed in a little closer. I looked over at him, but her hand pulled my face back. She looked down into my eyes, and slightly tilted her head to the right, as though considering what to do with me. I felt another whine leave my lips. I was confused, dazed, and I didn’t know what I wanted.

She leaned forward, and exhaled softly into my face. My mind went blank, and everything tingled, from my scalp down to my toes which dipped into the warm water behind me. I breathed her in, and my mouth hung open before she closed her mouth with mine and pressed her tongue into my lips. I moaned into her mouth, and lifted a hand to touch her chest. She gripped my wrist and pulled my hand along her marks, as her tongue swirled my own, and she kissed me like she had every right to. I couldn’t think why I had ever wanted to protest.

The hands on my back slid down, trailing the dimple of my lower back, and to the curve of my upper buttocks. I felt his fingers play a soft rhythm there, and he smoothly squeezed me, spread me, and massaged me in a way no one had ever touched me before. I moaned out again, while his snout rubbed a slow brush down my side, and then his teeth nipped my back.

The shock of the bite made me gasp into her mouth, and I pressed into her all the harder. Those beautiful pink eyes slit all the harder, and I felt her teeth bite at my lips - not out of malice, no, not out of anger, but to remind me who was in charge, and because she liked that I grew needy. I whined again, clutching at her desperately, before she pushed my head away. I gasped for air, breathing her sweet scent in deeper, and held her.

“Salazzle.” She said softly, and those hands left my buttocks, his bite left me. I shivered, feeling cold for a moment, and needy in another. I felt wet, the honey heat between my legs now molten, and the fire was making it hard to think. I looked back at him, then up at her, and I tried to speak. I could only whimper.

“Salandit!” I heard him speak - that voice was beautiful, and I knew I could not leave the island without him. I gazed back at him again, and dared a smile, as he slowly approached me, and stood beside the Mistress. The Salazzle. I swallowed, and looked back up at her, as she reached her hand down to help me stand.

“Salazzle.” She helped me stand, her voice soft, and expression in agreement. I didn’t know what they said, but they were speaking of me, and could speak of me however they liked. She took my hand as I was guided up to stand, and both stepped on either side of me. He held my other leg, and reached for the picnic basket. My head swam.

“Salandit.” He replied up at me, and gestured to the cave entrance. The rain was letting off, not as heavy, nor dancing with thunder or lightning - but heavy enough that I’d need a shower to warm up if I got home. I followed, woozily, and let them lead me to the entrance of the cave. I looked up, dawn approaching, and the silvery haze cast everything in cool shadows. I stood, for a moment unwilling, but she pushed me with her delicate, long claws, and I stepped into the rain. It was a shock of ice, then a clarity of thought.

Free of her pheromones, though I knew it lingered, I took deep breaths of the fresh air, and gasped for more - wanting my brain clear. I felt a mixture of emotions then, more than the seductive, intoxicating sweet smell of my Mistress. I felt everything clearly, and I turned, as to confront her. My mind had been compromised, how dare she?

She. She who looked calmly up at me, and with eyes of beautiful pink. Even in the clear rain, I saw she was beautiful in a way that few pokemon would ever be. She looked up at me, without fear - and I gazed down, opening my mouth to yell - but I couldn’t. She had done nothing to rightly earn my anger, had she? A little teasing, sure, and but I had experienced worse at the juice bar over on main street, and their groping had been far more salacious than the Salandit’s had been. I saw her, and my knees weakened - and I dropped into the cold sand, and let the water wash over me.

“Why did you use that... that pheromone on me?” I asked, wanting to be angry. I couldn’t. The last lingering effects, perhaps, of her smell? The kindness interspersed with my still lingering arousal? Maybe I was a pokephile at heart? I didn’t know.

The Salazzle considered my question, rolling her fingers idly and contemplating clearly how she wanted to answer the question. She curled her tail around her smaller companions, and looked at him, then back up at me. She smiled, stepping into the rain, which washed her pheromones out, but didn’t quite touch me. Yet.

“Salazzle.” She explained, simply. I thought about it, and reached up to feel my forehead, then looked down at my naked body. I had a few bruises, a few spots where the healing waters had obviously been in effect on my system. No wonder I was so hungry. I looked over at her again.

“So, you used it to see if I was in my right mind after I took a bump to the head? If I’d been concussed, I’d not have reacted as I had? I... I guess that makes sense. I think.” She smiled, beaming brightly up at me, then gestured to the east. I could see the lights of the city, even through the haze of the rain. It was closer than I imagined it’d been. “I mean, I took a pretty hard hit. So if it was something the water couldn’t fix, I’d have acted... angry, or not at all. Right?”

She nodded her head, and gently took up my hand. She smiled up at me, and I looked at those soft lips, which had felt really rather good against mine. I looked at the Salandit, who looked sheepish for his part, but not ashamed. Or maybe I was tired. I reached down to stroke his cheek, but my hand was caught by hers, and she held both of my hands.

“Thank you, Mistress.” I said, then caught myself on the word. Her brow lifted, and the Salandit smiled in a way that made me blush. I still felt gooey between my legs, and the cold rain, while helping, wasn’t putting that fire out. She gazed at me with another tilt of her head, then gave me a smile that was almost a smirk. Almost, she would never be so undignified to smirk. “I mean, Salazzle. I mean...”

She pulled me gently down to my knees, and slid her hand up onto my cheek. Gently there, our heads about even now, she leaned forward to kiss me on my brow, and brushed her lips over to my ear. Her tongue flickered softly against my lobe, before she bit it, and whispered into it softly. My body felt hot again, a different heat than one caused by the pheromones sure, but the pheromones had only aided in what had been there. I didn’t know I was a Pokephile.

And I didn’t care.

She stepped back from me and turned, her hips moving in a slow, coy sway. Her rump shifted side to side, and the tail tip flickered against my thigh while she walked her pale self back into the cave. I watched her go, and the Salandit looked at me, as though letting me make my own choice. He pointed at the city. I looked at it. Then I looked at the cave, after gazing for only a few seconds.

“Salandit, the Mistress has called.” I said to him, as I pushed the picnic basket back into the cave entrance. I looked over at him, and his cheeks darkened as I slid onto my hands and knees. I felt his eyes trace my buttocks and thighs, and let them shift open - daringly - to give him a view of my dewy lips. He made a loud squeak at that, but was not protesting. “And, I’m on Vacation.”

I crawled back into the cave, as she lounged on the steps to the pool, eating quietly at a group of berries while eight Salandits brought her breakfast. They were cute, as they busied around, bringing out light crystals to give the place a warming, welcoming glow. She looked up from the Oran berries she was eating, and looked surprised - a first, but as I crawled forward, and as they all turned to look at me, she grew pleased. I lowered myself down to my belly before her, my face near her long clawed feet, and waited her pleasure.

“Salazzle?” She asked me. I looked up then, to those beautiful, soft pink eyes, and she reached down and stroked her toes just beneath my jaw. I felt the claws, sharp, but I felt the warmth of her scales. That was not a lie. She smiled down at me, and bid my head rise.

“You helped me, you saved me from the storm, and took care of me while I was out. So, I wanted to thank you. Properly.” I tried to be bold, but I couldn't help but fall into those eyes again. She smiled all the wider, that even teeth showed, and gently she placed a berry on my tongue. I chewed and swallowed it - and really, it was a refreshing taste. “If you’d like that. Mistress.”

“Salazzle.” She said, nodding in agreement. She pulled my head to rest on her thigh, and I looked down at the spot where white scale faded to pink, and lower, where pink turned to almost angry red. I saw her sex, glistening in the light of the crystals, and watched it flex. I could smell her, and the clean, sweet scent of her body made me shudder with a hungry need I hadn’t known in my life. I had never been with a female - but her? Her I wanted. I breathed her sweet scent in again, and felt the edge of the haze rising up again. “Salazzle.”

She reached to the top of my head, and gently pressed forward, guiding me in. My breath fell upon the soft flesh of her thighs, and the sweet crux of her join made my heart quicken, and nose brushed right into her pubis. My lips met hers, and she pulled me close, pressing me in, and I could taste her sweet heat on my tongue. I tasted her, as her fingers curled in, and she let out a soft hiss of her pleasure.

I licked slowly, from just beneath her sex, up to where the pink marking turned red, and I pressed the flat of my tongue against her mund - soaking it in the sweetness of her body. Raw, but hot, a spice on the tongue and sweet on the breath, I licked at her sex, and worked my tongue slowly over the heat of her body. I wanted more - and I needed more - and my hands lifted to worship her thighs, the back of her knees, all the way up to the curve of her own delightful buttocks. I squeezed there, and as my fingers dug in, her hands gripped my hair and pulled me closer in.

I felt a second set of hands on me, and from behind, his claws slowly slid down my back, leaving welts. I know he was gender - his claws could have ripped down to bone if he had wanted to. His hands worked down to my hips, and gripped tightly, with his claws sinking ever faintly in. I groaned, my spine lighting up and my knees trembling, even planted as they were. He grabbed me, his chin against my lower back. I knew what he wanted, and gods, I didn’t know I had wanted it too.

She squeezed my face in, and I pushed my tongue inside of her once again - sweeping up and scooping down, tasting her while her pale thighs wrapped my head. She lay back and stroked my scalp as I went down on her - and again, my tongue swept through her pliant, soft lips. She shuddered as I pressed into the hot pink of her insides, and again, deeper and richer. I was sober, and I was horny, and I was eating out a wild pokemon. She hissed out loud, and rewarded me with her sweet taste, washing my face and coating my tongue, and still I didn’t stop.

I didn’t want to stop. I drank of her flavor, and breathed deep her sweet scent, the pheromones burning a path through my nervous system again.

I heard her moan. I felt him grind against my thigh - and Arceus did I feel a tingle spill down my spine. I clenched up - by the Legendaries I felt so hot and tight right now, and I wanted more than my fingers or a vibrator. I gripped at her and lifted her hips - she was lightweight even for me. My tongue swept into her again, and again, and prodded deeply, to even press against her clitoris. She writhed and hissed her praise of what I was doing to her harem, who watched, enthralled.

He gripped me, and his teeth sunk into my thigh again, making me shout in surprise, which made her clench, which doused me, nearly drowning me in her smell, her taste, her heat and fire. I gasped for air, my nose buried against her slit, and she pressed me down yet again, wanting me to stay there. I gasped, open mouthed, and she only then relented, pulling my head from between her thighs to watch my face. I looked back at the sheepish Salandit, who licked the back of my thigh apologetically.

“Salazzle!” She exclaimed at him. I felt a small trickle of blood down my leg, which he was busily cleaning up. He looked down and reached to swat him with her tail, but I gently touched it, and shook my head.

“No, it was just an accident, Mistress. He didn’t mean to hurt me, right?” I said. He nodded his head quickly, and she narrowed her eyes at him - then turned her eyes back to me. She used her tail to lift my chin, and bent down to kiss me, tasting herself on my lips. I kissed back, eagerly. She put my head back down on my thigh, and seemed to think on this for a moment. “Please.”

She nodded, and then gives a slow stroke of her fingers through my hair - and gently, easedly, smoothly pushed me down, onto my chest. My haunches still high, she slid over me and sat upon my shoulders, and her tail wrapped around my neck, face, and held me still. I groaned, surprised at this, but she didn't seem to mind using me in such a way. No, she looked down at the Salandit, and murmured to him.

My cheeks burned, as she lifted her hand up, and brought it down, sharply, on the curve of my ass. Her hand bounced, and the clap was loud in the cave. I yelped, as she did it again, then again, and yet again. My cheeks burned, and my head swam, as she stroked the back of her hand down my rump, and up again, swatting it.

“Salandit.” I heard him say. Yes, his punishment was taken on by me, as I spoke up for him. I groaned again, my nails gripping at the stone, and I tried to pull myself up from the ground - but her knees held me, clenched tightly, and she pressed back with a hand against my scalp, keeping me down. Her hand fell again, again, again, and I cried out, my face growing wet. She slapped one last time, and her fingers curled down, to slip her fingers against my dripping sex.

Oh god, that finger, it pressed into me, it rolled over my sex, and she sunk it deep into my heated core. She rubbed and she ground, she brushed and she stroked, she pressed it tightly into me and I, without the ability to do anything about it. She worked it deep into my dripping sex and I felt her breath over my anal ring. Her tongue fluttered against my anus, then across my sex, and she buried it deep into me.

Everything went sideways and fuzzy then, and I writhed. I may have drooled and gone incoherent, because when I found myself coming to, I was laying on my belly, and her hands were gently massaging my thighs, her tongue only just having slid out of me. I had soaked her face. She made a content noise - only to click her tongue for the Salandit to come and clean her snout. He did so, from what I heard, and only after she was content did she gently turn herself around and look down at me. She smiled - as beautifully as any priestess would, and pet my cheek.

“Salazzle?” She asked me.

“I’ve never... I’ve never, wow, that was just, wow...”

“Salazzle?”

I blushed, but nodded my head to her.

“You were... you were my first.” Pokemon? Lover? Pokemon Lover? Lover, period? Yes. Yes, to all of that. Yes.

“Salazzle.” She said, and then gently lifted my jaw as she sat back on my hips. I rose to my elbows, though I was starting to sweat from the intensity of the moment. I swallowed, and gave a questioning look up at her- and oh, she smiled pin the manner of the most pleased. Gently, she stroked the side of my face, and then cupped my jaw, holding it. I didn’t resist, as she gestured for the Salandit to approach me. I looked up at him, and he looked down at me. He smiled.

“Salandit!” He exclaimed. I blushed, but gave a small nod, as best the Mistress’ hand would allow me to. He bent down, and he kissed me on the lips, and I could taste the sweetness of myself, of the Salazzle, and his own tongue mesh together. I kissed him, deeper and more thoroughly than I expected to, and he stroked my hair and ears with care. It was a gentle touch, a kind touch, as he nuzzled up into me with a soft sigh.

And then, he pulled back from the kiss and rose to his two legs - and rested his weight on my shoulders. I was given the most intimate view between his thighs - and so gazed upon the heated length of his stiffly jutting erection, which he pushed towards my lips. I said nothing - the mistress did not give me a choice in the matter.

He entered my mouth - and sweet was his taste. Sweet, a reptilian taste, but warm on the tongue - he was no more than 13cm in length, and not as thick as some would have imagined a pokemon should be - but I did not mind it, not in the slightest. I worked my tongue around him, across the turgid length, and lapped up the leaking fluid that so stained my breath and washed over my tongue again, and yet again. I worked my tongue lengthwise across him, I savored the sweet taste that washed my mouth - and I bobbed my head - or more exactly, she pushed my head up and down his length. She held my head, she pushed it, and I looked up at him as his face contorted in bliss.

He really liked it, and I liked his taste. He gripped my scalp as he thrust into my mouth again, and again, splattering shots of his pre-ejaculate over my tongue, teeth, and gums. I swallowed it, finding the taste agreeable. He groaned louder while making love to my mouth. She spoke softly to him, words of encouragement, and I redoubled the tightness of my lips and the heat of my mouth. I sucked, harder and faster, and he replied with gusto as he slammed into my mouth.

And then, with a loud shout, he began to orgasm. The taste washed over my senses and sent me reeling - but not for anything but the sweetness of it on my tongue. I caught each spurt happily, and her hand on my throat stopped me from swallowing it. Indeed, she massaged my neck gently and guided me down, letting my mouth fill with his gifted heat. I closed my eyes, and just let it settle.

I could taste him, sweet on my tongue. He slowly withdrew from my mouth and wiped his half stiff penis over my lips, to clean it. I blushed and clenched my toes, embarrassed, but it did feel good to be used that way. I let the warmth sink over my tongue, and sighed very softly. A moment later, I felt the hand of my Mistress pul my head up, and she looked down at me, only to lick his flavor off my lips. Her mouth then gently closed against mine, and gently, softly, we shared a long kiss, which I fed her the gift he left me.

She really rather seemed to like it. I let the last of it seep into her mouth, before we broke the kiss - and she gently pushed me back down. Raising up and over me, she gave the male a tender caress on the side of his face, and he pressed into her hand. I watched, panting for breath, as she pulled him against herself and they shared a long, intimate kiss. I watched their tongues dance and twine together, and felt the radiant heat flow off her body, and his.

“Salazzle?” She asked me, when she broke the kiss. I looked at him, as his penis had grown hard again, but I had grown wet and tingly by this point too. He stroked himself with a hand, earning him a swat, but not out of malice. I blushed, before looking down at him again. I breathed deep, savoring the air, his musk and hers, the differences were delightful, and different, and erotic. I sucked in a breath. Another.

“Yes.” I said, and my hips lifted from the ground, my legs spread. She smiled - stroking my face, and gave my cheek a pat. He perked up considerably, and moved up, against me, and slid lengthwise over my body. The Mistress released me, lifting off my body and settled to watch him, as he moved up behind me - and placed his hands on my backside again. He squeezed there, feeling the muscle of my back, my thighs, and by rump - and again he squeezed me. I arched against his hand and spread my legs wider for him - presenting to him.

“Salandit?” He asked me, and his hand gripped me about the thighs. Carefully, he angled himself over me, and I lowered my hips again, carefully. He gripped my hips, and my gut tightened. I was going to get fucked by a pokemon - I was going to get fucked by a Salandit! My first time. I shivered, even through the haze of her pheromones, I was nervous. Why? This was going to be my first time with a person, not a toy or tongue.

“Salazzle.” She said, lowering to her belly, and gently she touched my cheek. Gently, softly, she kissed me - and held me. Her pink eyes burned into mine, and I clutched her. I was surprised that I felt so nervous - but this had been a vacation with several firsts for me. She stroked my cheek, my hair, she caressed me, and I felt myself fall into her eyes. She smiled to me, and exhaled her pheromones for me. I felt it loosen my tensions then, and it helped, and in that moment, I loved her.

“Salazzle.” She said to him, and I felt him shift once again. Carefully, he grabbed my hips, and pushed. I felt him against the lips of my sex, and then I felt him push into my deepest heat. I groaned, surprised as he opened me up, and he sank slowly into my heat. I gave a low groan when he filled me, stretching my heat open, and pressing me against the stone. I shuddered, with a hot gasp of pleasure - I felt him roll into my heat and felt him clutch to me when I squeezed down on his shaft.

“Oh Arceus...” I gasped out, and pressed my face into my Mistress’ hands. She stroked me soothingly as he mounted me, and pushed his shaft deep into my heat. 13cm was more than enough, and I squeezed down on him with another hard clench - feeling the length stretch me all the harder. I ground myself against the heated length that filled me - and again, yet again, I squeezed him, milking the lengthy shaft that opened me so beautifully. My head swam.

His hips impacted my own, and he shifted me forward and back just a little each time. His hips impacted mine, and he squeezed my shoulders when he slid over me, gripping me, and holding me close. Harder he worked at me - the impacts shaking my body while he worked at getting his heat into me, and I to receive him. He groaned, burrowing his heat further and richer into me - and each time it shook my breasts and shuddered my frame. I cried out with a whisper of pleasure when he hunched over me, and dug deep into my body.

I writhed, I shuddered, I shook and spasmed harder and wetter around him. My body was on fire and he was the key to my heat. I squeezed his hand and he shouted hotly, his voice echoing in the cave as I joined him in the moment of united ecstacy. I held his hand, he held mine, and I writhed as his seed filled me. It felt hot, the splash of fire and need blooming inside of my heated core. I gasped out - my jaw hung open and I drooled on to the leg of the Mistress.

Soothingly, I felt her hand work through my hair, stroking it. She praised me with her touch and gentle noises, as he cuddled me close, and savored the heat that gripped him. I sighed, hanging my head onto her thigh. She smiled.

“I love you.” I whispered to her - as my arms clutched at her. She nodded slowly to me, and gave me a gentle touch under the jaw. And as he pulled out of me, she stroked my hair, and reached out to him, inviting him to lay down and join us. He did, cuddling into my chest and laid his head on my shoulder. I sighed in bliss, feeling a haze fall over me.

“Salazzle.” She asked me, and I looked up with bleary eyes.

“Two weeks. Why do you ask, Mistress?”

Her eyes glowed.

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It was a very, very pleasant two weeks.

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When I entered the hotel, with a Salandit at my side. I chewed idly on a stalk of celery. I chewed quietly, while my Salandit ate through a snocone, he having a real taste for Cherry. I gave him a stroke up atop his head. He smiled up at me.

It had been two weeks, under the Mistress’ care, but I felt so much more refreshed, my mind empty of stress and my body moving with a renewed confidence. I even had a wiggle to my hips, which I knew caught the occasional look given my pink sarong.

“Welcome back, Miss O’Donovan.” The attendant behind the desk and looked at me. I smiled, and leaned up against the counter with a lazy stretch. I nodded to him, and handed over my card. “We are relieved to see you are alright, after that Gyrados storm hit the island. We’ve had a few injuries, but you look to be in the peak of health. And, is that a friend you have with you?”

“Salandit!” My Salandit looked up at me, and beamed a smile, before taking a rather huge bite of the cone. He then winced as the cold shocked his head, and he flailed. I put my hand atop his head and stroked slowly. “Salandit! Salandit! Salandit!”

“Small bites love.” I said to him, and nodded. “Yes, he found me and, well, he helped me out while I was a little incapacitated. He and some friends.”

I smiled, ignoring the pink on my cheeks.

“Well, it wouldn’t be Alola if you didn’t leave the island with good friends, would it?” I asked, and pulled my Salandit up onto my hip, where he hugged me and buried his face against my neck. I kissed his brow and set him back down, as he went around to investigate the potted plants that were strewn about the lobby.

“That’s very true, Miss O’Donovan. Alright, we have you booked for one more night before you return to the mainland. If you and your Salandit need anything, please be sure to let us know.” I nodded, and went up the stairs to my room.

There, I had a beautiful view over the island - across the city and the beaches, and to the endless waters that glowed with the setting of the sun. I looked out on it, while my Salandit bounced on the bed - enjoying the softness and squishiness both. I was content, and my lover was enjoying himself. I turned myself to look at my Salandit, as he moved onto the edge of the bed and sat on it, content.

“One more night on the island before I... before we go home, handsome.” I said, and reached out to stroked his cheek, and he kissed my palm. I beamed at him, as he hugged me with both of his hands, and rubbed his face all along my own, smotheirng me in his smell. I felt it, the small musk of his presence, which burned a warmth across my freshly marked back. I looked over my shoulder into the full body mirror my suite had, and saw where the Mistress had left her mark - making me look as to have the same marking that a female Salandit would have on the back. It looked good on me, though it stung at first.

“One more night before we go back to Unova.” I said, and he looked up at me with curious eyes. I knocked his straw hat off his head, and gently pushed him to lay back. I smiled. “How about we go out with a bang?”

He grinned.