Temperature Raising
Temperature Raising.
Joy sighed quietly, her eyes closed, her hands in her pockets, her lab coat fluttering quietly in the warm, sea breeze of Cinnabar island. She lifted the mug to her ruby stained lips and closed her eyes while the sweet taste of tea warmed her even further.
"I could get to like this." She muttered quietly, watching the Peliflipper and Wingull swarm and call to one and other, zooming in low over the waters of the harbor. She smiled to herself, hopped around in a 180 and skipped back into her office, leaving the twin bay doors open to let the breeze in, her coffee mug left out on the patio table. She didn't even blink when she walked by the young boy standing at the door to her office.
"Come in. "She quipped happily, disappearing behind her desk.
"You gotta help my Pokemon lady!!" The boy shouted. He was young. Maybe 14, blue jeans, red shirt, black, spikey hair, yellow tinted sunglasses, pokeballs around his belt.
"What seems to be the problem?" Joya asked quietly, as she pulled open a file cabinet followed by an empty file. She placed the folder on the desk and proceeded to take off her lab coat. It was too hot to day to wear such a thing, and she had bought her outfit for days like this.
The youth watched quietly as the nurse he sought slowly revealed her body. Bikini cut blue jean shorts and a bright white tank top. He shivered, he eyes flickering over her perfect curves for just a moment before he yelped, realizing what he was holding in his hands. The pokeball, his pokemon! The boat!
"M, My pokemon is sick! I don't know what's wrong with it, but I can't stay to watch! I've got a boat to catch, and the turny, and oh man! HERE!" He shouted frantically, placed the ball on the desk and ran out the door. "I should be in Cerulean City in one week! Send it there to Josh Scarlet!" he shouted as he ran off. Nurse joy stared for a few moments at the ball on her desk, sighed and collapsed into her chair. This isn't what she needed. Wasn't what she wanted, and now it was what she had to deal with.
"Misfit trainers..."She grumbled angrily to herself. "Not even caring enough about his pokemon to stay behind to make sure it didn't...Didn't even...tell me...what type of pokemon it was..."She says curiously, tilting her head at the little multicolored sphere on her desk. She gave a gentle sigh, and nodded her head. It was time to get to work. She stood, up, stretched, and reached over to tap the button on the side of the ball. The usual blaze of light, the form coming into view...a Hitmonchan. The Chan looked at the nurse. The nurse looked at the Chan. He waved. She smiled.
"Your...sick?" she asked curiously. The Chan, who stood her height, shrugged casually.
"You...do know where you are?" The nurse asked. Again, the Chan shrugged.
"But it doesn't bother you that you have no idea where your trainer is?" Joya asked. The Hitmonchan did it's trademark shrug and waved a red boxing glove back and forth slowly, the human equivalent of an "Eh..." But Nurse joy wasn't terribly surprised. The trainer did seem like kind of a loser,m and didn't seem TO concerned for the overall health of his "sick" pokemon. Still it was her duty to run some tests.
"Well...I am obligated to heal you back to health. I wonder if he was really serious about you being sick. "Joya said softly, walking around the side of her desk. She reached up with a hand pressing it against the Chan's forehead, and slowly frowned. She drew her fingers back slowly and the Chan gave her a puzzled look.
"You uh...seem normal. "She smiled softly. The Chan smiled and nodded it's head. Joy frowned. The truth, of curse, was the poor creature had burned her hand when she touched it to his forehead. She wasn't of course, totally sure of a Chan's body chemistry, but she was pretty sure that wasn't normal. Still she had to be sure he was sick. Jumping to conclusions was a bad idea, especially with pokemon. As she stood there, contemplating for those brief moments on a course of action, her training as a nurse came flooding back to her.
When using a technique such a Fire punch, or Ice punch, a pokemon of the "Chan" type, may experience severe changes in body temperature.
Maybe it was doing a fire punch, and somehow it had gotten "Stuck" in fire mode. The nurse offered a reassuring smile, and walked towards her cabinet, removing a small, cylinder object from one of the shelves.
"I'm fairly sure your fine, but I'm afraid I need to be completely sure. "The nurse smiled. The pokemon looked slightly nervous and shook his head slowly.
"Oh, come on, I'm not gonna hurt you, you big baby. "She smiled, walking over and resting her delicate fingers on the muscular bicep of her patient. The Chan looked at the item in question being held up to it's mouth and frowned. He crossed his arms, and looked away from the thermometer. It was fairly easy to figure out what that meant. "I'm not sick, get away from me."
"Oh...Not gonna take it eh?" She asked with a quiet chuckle. She turned around, and returned to the cabinet, retrieving a different looking thermometer. The Chan stared for a moment, and the nurse chuckled when she saw the light bulb going off. The Chan squeaked and took a step back, putting both his gloved paws over his rump protectively. Joya slowly nodded, taking a step forward.
"Thaaaaats right. "She giggled. "That's where it goes...so you have two choices. Either open cover your muzzle or..."The tinkling sound of shattering glass made them both groan quietly. It had slipped from her fingers- the oral thermometer. The looked at one and other, both of them blushing slightly.
"I...um...thaaat was my last one. "The nurse said with a nervous giggle. "So I'm kind of clumsy, sue me...but... "She gave a quiet sigh and took another step towards the Chan. "It doesn't save you from your fate, of course. "She cackled. The Chan frowned and the nurse made a face.
"Ok, ok, so...come on, please?" she asked shyly. The pokemon rolled it's eyes, arms crossed. A definite no.
"Oh come on...your not afraid are you? A Hitmonchan? A fighter type? Scared of a nurse? "She asked, making a face. "You must be kidding me? What will all the other fighters say? They'll laugh, I suppose ...although being afraid of a young woman isn't something to be ashamed up, I suppose. I suppose, they'll respect you again...eventually. "The nurse shrugged. She turned around and walked the short trip back towards the cabinet when she felt a tap on her shoulder. It was Chan, looking sheepish and smiling nervously.
"You concede then? ....Alright. Bend over the desk for me. "The nurse smiled her brightest smile. The Pokemon flushed a bright pink, sighed and did as he was told, slowly bending over the side of the desk nervously, while the nurse strolled up behind him. She rests a hand on his lower back reassuringly, and lifted the short boxing skirt up along the pokemon's backside...and gasped. Instead of the normal, dark blue training shorts...what she was looking at was a pair of bright pink panties and a shapely rear end.
"Y..your a..." The nurse sputtered nervously. The Hitmonchan blushed deeply and nodded her head.
"Chan..."The Hitmonchan whispered quietly in a feminine voice. The nurse shook her head, blushing softly..
"Well...I guess that makes it easier then. No embarrassing parts to speak of!" Joya quipped with a nervous giggle. The Chan also giggled shyly, and closed her eyes, shivering as the sensation of cool air suddenly drifted over her bottom, The nurse had peeled her panties down to her ankles. Joya swallowed, looking at the rounded, heart shaped behind staring back at her. It was a gorgeous shade of golden brown, plump, full, firm...The nurse shook her head, snapping herself out of the mesmerizing effect the twin globes and took a deep breath. She slid her fingers over the cheeks gently, before parting them with a pair of fingers, and pressing the stiff bulb of the thermometer into the little pink opening she saw. The Chan whimpered, glancing back over her shoulder and shaking her head wildly. Nurse Joy sighed. This would be harder then she thought.
"Just...hold still, ok, I'll be right back. "Joya mumbled to herself trudging back towards the cabinet, and trying not to entertain the thoughts that kept bouncing into her head. Instead, she concentrated on retrieving the jar of K.Y. she kept in the cabinet and returned to her patient. The female Chan hadn't moved from her spot, her breathing heavy, her bottom thrust up in the air in such a delicious way that the nurse found herself stopping and staring once again...she snapped out of it.
"This, might help. Just hold still, and try to relax, ok?" The nurse mumbled, kneeling down a little bit behind the trembling girl. With one hand stroking around the rounded cheeks of her rear, the other gently pulled the firm globes apart to reveal the tight little entrance again. She dipped a finger in the K.Y....
The Hitmonchan Stiffened, gasping quietly while her fingers (She had removed the boxing gloves, as most Hitmonchan tend to do when their not fighting-for comfort reasons, really) squeezed the other end of the nurse's desk.
"Oh...n, no! Nonono...p, please stop...this isn't...I don't want this to...I...P, please..."The Chan whimper quietly, which only fell upon untrained ears, a string of weak, groaning "Chan...h, hitmon...monchan..." to Nurse Joy. The chan's toes curled underneath her and she shut her eyes, whimpering. Nonono! She didn't want this. The sensation of the fingertip teasing over her most private, most secret area. She didn't want this to happen to her but it was happening. She couldn't fight it. The first of many droplets raced down the curvature of her cunny, landing with an ear shattering splash against the floor, at least, that's what it sounded like to Hitmonchan. She whimpered, blushing hotly while billions of thoughts dance though her mind at once. There was no way the nurse could have missed that, she was right behind her after all. Chan's breathing got harder, her whimper starting to change from angst and embarrassment to...She shook her head. No no no! She was human! A human! This wasn't supposed to be happening!!!
The Nurse couldn't help blushing herself as she slowly plunged her finger into the cute, tight rear in front of her. Again and again, slowing her pace, quickening her pace...this had gone from medical examination and procedure to fun-and she couldn't stop herself!
"It's a pokemon!" The logical side of her brain shrieked in desperation upon feeling the sensation of her panties growing damp under her shorts. "A pokemon with a REALLY cute ass. NO! Wrong Joya! Wrong!"
And regardless of the mental war between her ears, the finger she controlled continued to tease and caress, stroking the fighter's inner walls, and wiggling about the inside. Was it her imagination? Was the Chan wiggling her rump into the offending finger? Were those churrs of pleasure she was milking from the pokemon's other end? Joya whimpered quietly herself, and slowly withdrew her finger, licking her lips at the site in front of her. The fighter type's pussy was leaking, glistening with arousal, and smelling strongly of need.
"There now...t, that wasn't so bad, was it?"
"...Mon..."
"Hold still for the..." Nurse joy was saying, but before she could even finish The chan lifted her cute behind even further into the air, pressing it out into the open for Nurse Joy, who drank up the sight like water in the desert. The nurse shivered softly, forcing her desires to the back of her mind and tried to concentrate on the job at hand. She slid the thermometer in effortlessly, the tight, well lubed entrance swallowing the glass tube without so much of a wince of pain from the chan, who seemed to shiver quietly from the sensation.
"There...just hold it here for a couple of minutes and we can be done with this part. "The nurse mumbled with a hint of disappointment in her voice. The chan looked over her shoulder, giving a gentle nod. Now Joya, was faced with a new dilemma: What do to while she waited. She rested her hand gently on the twin cheeks in front of her, fingers stroking over the firm, sensitive flesh a few times while the pokemon whimpered quietly, blushing up a storm, and squirmed underneath the gentle caress. Joya's fingers caressed, tickled and teased, sliding absent mindedly over the rounded globes underneath it.
It was rather sudden, when the fighting type whirled around, the thermometer slipping to the ground with a soft clatter. There was no mistaking what the patient wanted. Her heaving chest, her lidded eyes, the look of need on her face- the way her hand had disappeared underneath her skirt, exposing the plump, dripping girl slit; Nurse Joya stared, and slowly nodded her head.
They began with a kiss, Joya stepping forward to wrap her arms around the patient, her lips crashing against the other pokemon's an a long, loving moan began. fingers caressed slender hips, and erect nipples pressed against a bare chest. The clothes were shed next, Joya with her tank top and her shorts, and the chan discarding her tunic, leaving them completely nude. They kissed again-harder this time, hands rubbing backs, shoulder blades and midriffs.
"Alright...up on the desk." The nurse said breathlessly, panting and the Chan complied, turning about eagerly and bending over the desk. The nurse shook her head, adding a playful slap on the butt.
"The other way."
"Chan!" She twisted around, legs spreading, her juices already forming a puddle of arousal on the edge of the desk. Nurse Joy smiled. Perfect. The pokemon health care official leaned forward, wrapping her fingers about the cheeks of the pokemon's rear, and pulled the female Hitmonchan closer, so her legs dangled off the desk at the knees, and her privates were completely on display. The Nurse grinned.
"Why, you look good enough to eat my dear." She chuckled, leaning down and spreading the golden colored thighs apart. She felt an anticipated shudder from the pokemon above her as she drew closer to the glistening girl slit, and when her tongue tip danced over the sensitive flesh, the chan jumped.
"Gosh, arn't you a sensitive one?" Joya laughed. Chan blushed hotly, and let her head dangle back at her neck, a loud moan piercing the silence of the room as the Nurse began to slurp...and suckle...and lick. Joya moaned, closing her eyes as she pushed her face forward, burying her nose in the wet, dribbling folds of the hot need between Chan's legs. Chan whimpered, her fingers dug slowly into the desk, imprinting her prints into it as Nurse Joy's tongue slid deeper and deeper,
Joy coughed, swallowing down as much of Chan's climax as she could. It was sudden and unexpected, but when she came-she CAME, a hot burst of cum gushing from her neither folds like the hoover dam burst. Drenched, Nurse Joya rose up for air, panting loudly.
"C, chaaan..." Moaned the pokemon still sitting on the desk, nude, embarrassed and very satisfied.
"T, that was..."
"Chan."
"My thoughts exactly." Giggled the nurse. The two girls grinned, and Joya pulled Chan into a firm hug.
"Oh goodness..."
"Chan?"
"Your not warm anymore...your a normal temperature.
"Chan?"
"Sit right here, I'll be right back..." Nurse Joya quipped, and ducked into a nearby room. Chan sat quietly, still nude, shivering, blushing, and grinning- unable to wait for her new lover to return.
It was some weeks later when Joya finally remembered about the trainer who had left her with her new "Assistant." She grinned quietly, leaning back in her chair. The chan had been in heat, their her body tempter hotten then normal, and most chans didn't believe in masturbation- the only cure was a nice hard orgasm...which Joya quite enjoyed administering.
"Sonya?" She called out. a moment passed, and the familiar head of the Hitmonchan poked it's way into the room.
"Chan?" She asked curiously.
"Do you remember the name of your old trainer? The one I'm supposed to send you back to?"
"Chan." The chan muttered with a grin, shrugging her shoulders. Joya grinned.
"I don't remember either....thats a shame." She grinned. The Chan could only concur.
The End.