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Hot spring...

It was all Hilda had wanted since she had started her Pokemon journey. She had dreamt of it as she battled gym leader and Pokemon trainer alike, but an opportunity to go to the Unova Hot Springs never arose. It was a travesty of unrivaled proportions.

Hilda had seen pictures of it, read descriptions of it, even watched tour videos on it that tourists ate up. She knew the going rates for the spring (two hundred dollar season pass, thirty per-day), knew how the springs were heated (Geothermically heated groundwater), so needless to say, this trip she was taking made her heart leap with anticipation.

Every step that she and her Samurott took together seemed just...

Unreal. She was finally going to the Unova Hot Springs. It had been a long journey with her friends and Hilda couldn't help but smile as she looked at the one walking beside her. His large, pointed horn, his cute whiskers and large, frightfully dangerous looking seamitars she had seen him use on many occasions.

In fact, he was the reason they were on this trip. About a month ago, Hilda had successfully beaten not only the Elite Four, but the Champion as well. If she had been honest with herself, it was a pushover. If the Pokemon League wanted to make it challenging, they wouldn't give the information of the Elite Four out like they did. They gave their Pokemon they used, the types they specialized in, the moves they knew, as well as all of their stats.

Once Hilda had walked into the arena, she already knew everything she had needed to know in order to win. Every single one of her moves had been super-effective against her opponent's Pokemon, and the only time she remotely had a problem was when the Pokemon she needed had a super-effective move, but was at a type disadvantage against the trainer's Pokemon.

Nothing a little Hyper Potion couldn't fix, however.

In the end, well, it had been fun.

The looks on the faces of her friends and family when she broke the news (Although, the fight had been broadcasted on every television in Unova, so was she really breaking the news?), the money she had gotten for the wins, as well as the prestige that came from beating the Pokemon League in record time. All in all, it took Hilda twenty minutes. The quickest time before that had been ten minutes longer, and she made sure everyone knew about it. Bragging was one of her favorite activities, after all.

That, and destroying anyone foolish enough to challenge her.

It had been quite a long time since anyone had dared to do that however, and most of her Pokemon had been retired at this point. She had caught a lot of Pokemon along the way, but the team she took into the Elite Four weren't in a computer like the rest of them were. Hilda made sure that they were all cozy inside a Pokemon Daycare, even having to bribe the workers there to take them all instead of just two of them.

Hilda liked visiting them as much as she could, but during her travels as a Pokemon Trainer, she never really had the opportunity to explore Unova as much as she originally wanted to. She wanted to see the sights and, well, with the money she earned when she defended her Championship title, she was now able to. Hilda would spend at least a week on a route or location, longer if it was a city, before moving on. If there was someone who came to challenge her, the Pokemon League sent a Zebstrika to bring her back.

Most of the time she didn't mind, but for the past three days, she fought back-to-back Pokemon battles to defend the title, and it got a little old. Zebstrika was definitely a good, well tamed Pokemon, but he brought dread into Hilda's heart whenever she saw him.

After the third day of consecutive Pokemon battles, Hilda had enough, and demanded a couple of days off. Her team could be healed with machines and potions as much as she saw fit, but after something as exhausting as fighting nonstop like they were doing, the strain got to them. She could see it in their eyes; the exhaustion, the need for rest and good food, and, mostly, the need for her to pay attention to them.

It broke her heart when her Pokemon gave her that look, but... It was part of the job.

But now it was different.

Now she had been given a week off; a lot more time than she had wanted, and Hilda was determined to make the most of it. Her Pokemon were all in their Pokeballs with the exception of Samurott, and the two were headed to the Unova Hot Springs. Just saying the name made her get gooseflesh.

"Rott..." Samurott murmured.

Hilda looked down, and noticed that he was sniffing around on the ground. She watched him intently, wondering if he would find anything. During their adventure, Samurott had proven time and time again that his nose was second to none when it came to finding things. Gold Nuggets. TM's. Pokeballs.

He sniffed a bit, before snorting and looking up at her. Hilda shrugged, and the two continued to walk ever so closer to their destination.

It was getting colder and colder out, it seemed.

The sun was in the middle of the sky, yet... What little grass there was crunched under her feet. The dirt was rock hard, and there was always a constant chill in the air. Days like today, well, Hilda was glad she was wearing a coat.

It was a beautiful thing; a long, white fur coat that ran down to her ankles. The sleeves ended in large poofs of fur, and the buttons were made of ivory. From what, she didn't know. There were large pockets that always warmed her hands and even though there was a chill in the air, she was cozy. What she loved most about it however, was the hood. It had huge swathes of white fur around it and Hilda thought that she would easily be able to substitute it for a sleeping bag if she was ever in that position. Her friends had judged her, of course, and she didn't blame them. The jacket had been about five hundred dollars, but it was worth every penny.

Plus, it was a statement.

When people saw someone like her with a large, intimidating Samurott in tow, most just smiled at her as she passed them. There was occasionally a Pokemon Trainer who demanded a battle when she passed them, however, and it looked like now would be another battle.

The trainer was shivering; the idiot was wearing a t-shirt, shorts, and sneakers. When the two made eye contact, he grinned like an idiot and jogged over to her. She knew the feeling well; that had been her naught but a month ago.

"Y-y-you s-saw me!" The trainer shivered out. "W-we have to b-b-b-battle!"

"No we don't."

"W-what?" The trainer said, looking at her like she was from another dimension.

"I said we don't. What's your highest level Pokemon?" She really wasn't in the mood for a battle, and hoped that she would be able to talk the trainer out of this silly game.

"Forty-eight!" He said triumphantly.

"My lowest level Pokemon is in the upper sixties." Hilda said, hoping the boredom she felt was in her voice. "If we fight, here's what'll happen. I'll demolish you. Samurott here is max level. Even if your team is made up of electric types, it won't matter."

The boy gulped as he looked at Samurott. He looked at his feet for a second, murmuring something to himself, and looked back up at her. She hoped that the expression he had on his face was one of realization.

"We'll see about that! Go, Munna!"

Guess not.

Hilda took a deep sigh, and rubbed her face.

"Look, kid, what do you want?" She said after a long message.

"W-what?" He was almost offended. "A Pokemon battle!"

"Why?" There was no kindness in her voice. Any patience she had was gone.

"B-... Because..." The boy looked at Munna, unsure how to answer. "Um..."

"Is it money? Fame? Do you want to strengthen your Pokemon?"

"Yeah, that!" The boy said. "I want Munna to be stronger."

"Fighting me will not do that." Hilda said, frowning. "I don't know if you heard it, but you don't have a chance of winning."

"Why are you so sure about that?" He grinned.

Fine.

Hilda glanced over at Samurott, and the large Pokemon stepped ahead of her. Hilda didn't even have to say anything. Samurott dashed forward, using Fury Cutter to demolish the Munna in a single slash of his left sword. Munna let out a faint cry as it was recalled into her Pokeball, and Hilda looked at the boy. He seemed a bit worried, but sent out his next Pokemon. A Simisage.

This must be the highest level Pokemon the boy had. It was most likely his starter, and a twang of guilt ran through Hilda for a very brief second.

"Hydro Pump, Sammy." She said.

"Rott!" Samurott exclaimed before letting loose a torrent of water towards the Simisage.

If he wasn't max level, it might not have one-shot the Pokemon. As it was however, the boy was cherry red with embarrassment as he recalled the fainted Pokemon.

She hoped that this was the last Pokemon he had. She honestly did.

The boy sent a Timburr out, and told the Pokemon that he was his last hope.

"Hydro Pump again." Hilda said, shaking her head.

Another one-shot.

The boy recalled his final Pokemon, and stared at Hilda. He was almost nervous as he approached her, a ball of money in his fist.

"Here, your winnings, I guess." He said.

"Keep 'em." Hilda said, shaking her head again.

"But the rules..."

"Fuck the rules. I have enough money, I'm the fucking champion." Hilda said, frowning.

"Of... U-Unova...?" The boy said, giving a pant-pissingly hilarious face.

"Of Unova."

"S-so... I fought the champion?" He said, eyes lighting up with amazement.

"If you say so." Hilda said. She noticed that the boy didn't have a backpack, or anything of the sort to hold anything to heal his Pokemon. "You have any revives?"

"N-no..." The boy said, blushing and looking down.

"Why?"

"Can't afford them." He weakly said.

Hilda felt a little bad for the kid, if she was honest. She could relate to him; a poor Pokemon trainer. He must lose more battles than he won. After digging around in her jacket, she found what she was looking for.

"Here." She handed him a Max Revive, the only one she bothered carrying. With the amount of Pokemon she had, and the level that they were, it was counterproductive to weigh herself down with more than one.

The boy looked wide-eyed at her, and at the thing she was offering. It alone was worth as much money as he had made during the months on the road, and she was just giving it to him.

"I-... Is this a trick or something?" He said, nervously taking the Max Revive.

"Nope. Just don't want you getting killed by a feral Pokemon." Hilda said, smirking. She turned to walk away, leaving what was surely an awestruck trainer in her trail, when she felt arms around her.

Hilda yelped at the grasp, and looked down. It was the boy, crying as he hugged her. She removed his arms from her, and frowned.

"Not a good idea." She said, turning around.

"I'm-I'm-I'm s-sorry!" He said, wiping his nose. "It's j-just the best present anyone's ev-ever given me!"

"Okay..." Hilda said, a bit weirded out. "Calm down kid."

Finally, Samurott did something. He pushed his way past the kid, nearly making him fall, and started sniffing again. Hilda watched him curiously, wondering just what it was that he smelled.

"W-What's he doing?" The boy asked.

"Sniffing." Hilda said, shushing him with a hand gesture.

Samurott sniffed in circles for a bit, before turning to the boy, and sniffing his legs. The boy giggled as whiskers tickled his legs, but stopped when Samurott pressed his nose against his crotch. He gave it a few sniffs before pulling back and sneezing, and looked back at Hilda, almost confused.

"Find what you were looking for?" She asked, amused at the beet red complexion on the boy's face.

"Samurott..." The Pokemon said, also blushing a bit.

"Sorry about that. Don't know what's got into him." Hilda said, pulling on Samurott's horn.

"It's... It's okay." The boy said. "Thank you, again."

And with that, he turned to leave. Hilda watched, and grinned when she saw a slight tent in his shorts as the boy turned to go.

Pervert.

"Try to not sniff people like that?" She said, looking down at Samurott. "Kinda awkward."

"Rott! Samurott!" He protested, sitting on his hind legs. He was wearing that adorably stern, half-smile she almost never saw.

"Just... watch where you sniff. Not all nuggets are golden."

Samurott blushed, and began to walk with his trainer.

"Barring any more Pokemon fights," Hilda checked her watch. Twelve-thirty exactly. "We should be there in ten minutes."

"Samurott." The Pokemon sounded almost sad.

Hilda looked down, and noticed that he wasn't looking like himself. He looked frustrated, and tired. Normally, one would see a calm, relaxed, yet stern expression from him, but now...

She didn't like it, it bothered her.

Again, Samurott stopped. Hilda watched yet again as he sniffed around, going part way into some bushes before turning back. He sniffed a trail right up to her boots, and stopped. Hilda raised her eyebrows, and caught the look Samurott gave her when their eyes met.

He looked troubled.

"You okay?" Hilda asked, scratching his snout.

"Sam-Samurott!" He said, stammering his words for the first time in his life.

"You're not okay..." Hilda said, officially worried. "What's wrong?"

She saw Samurott gulp, but before she could do anything, he turned and started to walk on the path. There was a dark knot in her chest. Something was wrong with him, and he wouldn't say. What could it be?

As the two of them walked, her mind was blowing up with ideas.

Was he happy? She'd say so. If there was one thing Samurott loved, it was combat, and with her being the champion, there certainly was a lot of that. Sad? Probably not. He had no reason to be. Both of them were well fed, and something that Hilda noticed was that, if she was happy, then usually he was as well.

What could it be?

This was the first time ever that he had a problem, and she wanted nothing more than to help him, but whenever she tried, he ignored her. Or just walked away.

Hilda hoped beyond hope that a dip in the hot springs would stop whatever this was. Whether it was fear, anger, sadness, whatever, that it would stop. He had been acting like this for a while now, sniffing around. This was the first time he had sniffed someone's... groin.

C... Could that be it?

Hilda lagged behind a bit, and looked at Samurott's rear. Nothing she hadn't seen before; his small anus beneath his tail, a slit where his penis was inside of. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, no throbbing erections, or swollen holes. She shook her head, and caught up with him.

Whatever it was, the hot spring would help.

It had to.

The rest of the trip was completely silent between the two. Samurott didn't sniff anything else, even slapping himself sometimes when he dipped his nose to the ground. Hilda didn't like it when he hurt himself, but he definitely seemed to stop after the second or third slap.

When the two got to the Unova Hot Springs, Hilda's heart began to beat a bit faster. It was happening, finally, it was happening. The moment she had been looking forward to for eons, it seemed, was now here. She stopped outside the door, savoring every moment of this experience.

The door was made mostly of wood and cloth; small white rectangles bordered them. The building itself was traditional Kantonese architecture; a tiled, thatched roof and wood walls. Pearl white plaster was above the foot or so of wood on the walls, and every five or six feet was a log that must have held the roof up. There were two gas lamps near the door, each looked imported from Motostoke, from the Galar region, that were lit with calm, blue flames. There were bushes along the building, which led to high, neatly carved walls for the patrons' privacy. Above the door and to the right was a sign that read, "Unova Hot Springs, est. 1953".

Hilda gently slid the door open and gasped.

The inside of the building was warm and looked so awesome. There were waist high tables on one side of the room, with comfortable looking mats to kneel on, and a desk with two doors on the other side. There were a few people and Pokemon in the building eating at the tables, and an older looking man in a kimono behind the desk. His hair was mostly gray, with white spots near his ears. His eyes were narrow, and his old eyebrows made him look almost hostile, even if he was just writing in a book. The kimono was mainly black, but there was a striped blue from the waist, down to his legs, not that Hilda could see it.

The floor was made out of old wood, and nothing was different about the walls inside. Most of the light came from gas lamps, all with that trademarked Motostoke look. Hilda walked up to the desk, right up to the man, and smiled.

"Hell-"

The old man cut her off with a raised finger. She watched as he wrote a few more things down before setting the impressively big feather pen down. He sighed and looked up, giving only what could be described as the most half-hearted smile she had ever seen.

"Welcome to the Unova Hot Springs." He said, dropping the smile. "I assume you are here for the day?"

"No, actually."

"Then what are you here for?"

"I'm here for a season pass and a dip." She said, taking her wallet out.

"Aha." There was an actual smile.

The man handed her a board with some paperwork on it, as well as a pen. Hilda thanked her, and filled it out at one of the tables. The mats were even more comfortable then they looked.

"Let's see here..."

There was a day pass box, a season pass, and then something called the "Season Pass Plus". The Season Pass Plus guaranteed a personal hot spring that one could use, as well as having other benefits, such as free mud baths, a monthly message, and free Pokemon daycare. Hilda didn't mind spending money on something she wanted, but she always looked at the other options before committing to anything. The regular season pass was mostly the same as the Season Pass Plus, but the private spring wasn't an option, and there was only a bi-weekly mud bath, as well as no messages, and Pokemon daycare also wasn't an option. The trade-off was price, with the season pass being almost twice as cheap as the Season Pass Plus, and Hilda found it kind of funny that the Season Pass Plus was capitalized while the regular season pass wasn't. Maybe it was lazy writing, maybe it was a marketing strategy.

Who knew?

Hilda, however, was more interested in the Season Pass Plus. She wasn't a private person, but... Well, her heart did skip a beat when she realized that she could be completely nude in her own personal spring. She was comfortable with her body but being naked around others wasn't really Hilda's thing.

Four-hundred dollars...

It was a lot for privacy, but...

Hilda checked the box on impulse. After a signature here, a date there, and a few other things, Hilda got up off the mat, which was unfortunate, because it was the most comfortable thing she had ever knelt on, and walked back to the old man.

She set the paperwork down on the desk, and as he did before, he finished up a few more words, set the pen down, and looked up. He smiled again when he saw the paperwork, and gently took it.

"Ah... Season Pass Plus..." He looked up. "I thought you wanted a regular season pass?"

"C'mon, the capitalization was what sold me." She said, smiling. "Plus, I love supporting small businesses in any way I can."

The man smiled again, and filed the paperwork away. Hilda already had the money in her hand, and in return, the man gave her a plain white key card.

"It'll get you into the locker rooms, as well as whatever personal spring you choose." He said, counting the money that Hilda had given him. "It's not hard to find, just follow the signs. Will you be needing to use the daycare today?" He said, looking at Samurott.

"Yeah, but he's staying with me." Hilda said, taking her Pokeballs out and giving them to the man. "What's it like for them?"

"There's a large space in the back. I let them out there, and most usually like it. There's a large hot spring, and a deck where they can relax. Battling is strictly forbidden, and I have staff that will break up any fights, so breathe easy, Hilda." The man said, grabbing her Pokeballs. "And please, enjoy your stay."

"I will!" Hilda said, smiling. The man gave a slight bow, and walked into another door.

Must be where the Pokemon daycare was. Hilda and Samurott walked to the locker rooms, and she scanned the key card for the first time. The light above the scanner flashed green, and the door audibly clicked as it unlocked. Hilda pulled it open, and walked inside, Samurott close behind her.

There were only one or two other people in the locker room.

There was a large row of wooden lockers on the right side of the room, and three smaller rows that made an "M" shape. The walls and floor were made of water resistant tile in a decorative pattern.

Hilda went over to the nearest locker, and took the lock off it. It came with a key and a beaded chain necklace for the key, so you don't lose it.

She stashed the coat inside the locker, as well as her shoes, pants, shirt, socks, and watch. After she wrapped a towel around her almost naked body, she locked her stuff up, and put the necklace on, and took Samurott by the horn, and dragged him away from the changing lady he had been looking at. He quickly got the message, and until they were out of the locker room, he looked straight ahead, a stern face atop the blush.

Once they were outside, Hilda gasped. There was a long, winding trail of concrete that led somewhere, and it was protected on either side with large, thick stalks of bamboo that created a curtain that hid everything from any potential voyeur. The bamboo grew through pearly white gravel, its green stalks shooting up and through it with no problem. Hilda and Samurott walked along the trail, looking over at the hot springs.

One path led towards the women's spring, while the other led to the men's. The paths met up, and Hilda could see the room to the men's changing room clearly, but the bamboo prevented her from spying any potential dick.

A shame.

Hilda walked along the path, giggling as tiny Pokemon ran past her, and eventually came to a bit of a hike. It went on and on and by the time she got to the top of the hill, sweat covered her body.

It was worth it, though.

The trail branched off into an impossible amount of gated areas, each with a finely carved gate restricting the view inside. Hilda walked along the path, trying to find a stall that didn't have the "OCCUPIED" sign on it, and eventually found one.

Just how big was this place?

It was the second to last one on the left, and both the springs on either side were empty, but this one was the one Hilda chose. She scanned her key card, and the gate clicked open. After she opened it, again, she gasped.

The hot spring was inside a beautifully tiled pad, its steaming yellow-green-blue water bubbling gently away. There were two large wooden lounge chairs near it, and even a small bar with what appeared to be alcohol inside. Over the chairs was a large umbrella for shade on a sunny day, but it was a bit too cold to think about that.

A harsh wind instantly cooled the sweat on her body, and made her shiver. Samurott wasted no time, and dashed into the hot spring, diving into it before poking his satisfied head up. Hilda smiled, and took her towel off, walking over to the chair and letting it lay lazily on the back of it. She looked at Samurott, and noticed that he was looking at her.

"Look away." She said, shy for some reason.

Samurott did, and Hilda quickly took her bra and panties off, bundling them up and throwing them on the chair. She made her way to the spring, and gently dipped a toe in. It was hot.

Gloriously hot.

Hilda slipped her nude body inside, and shuttered as she was consumed by the warmth. She sighed deeply, her arms resting on either side of the tile as relaxation consumed her. Every little sore muscle, every aching bone and joint, it all seemed to go away the more she rested inside the spring. It took all that she had just to spoon some of the water over her head.

"This is great, eh Sammy?" She said, leaning back.

"Samurott..." He said, seemingly just as relaxed as she was.

This was good. Maybe whatever was bothering him would stop. That would be great.

She looked over, and saw Samurott swimming gently back and forth in the spring, moving through it as if he were a ghost.

They had been on the road for some time now. It started three years ago, when he was a little baby Oshawott, so cute with his little scalchop. Every battle they had, every fight they won, it had all been so worth it. Samurott now was an absolute titan, unstoppable in any way, shape, or form. It would take something like a Zeraora or a Zapdos to make this Pokemon faint.

Hilda began to gently rub her arms, scrubbing away any filth that might have been on them after that long walk, before moving all around her body. Her muscular, yet narrow stomach, thin thighs, well taken care of legs, and...

Hilda gulped, and rubbed in between her legs. It felt so awesome, especially in a hot spring. It was a full body warm, but she stopped. Samurott wasn't looking, but she could tell he knew what she was doing.

She blushed, and laid her head back on the stone again. Hilda just laid there, not thinking of anything, anyone. Just laid there. The stress of being the Unova Champion slowly went away after coming into her mind, everything she felt about the whole system...

It all went away, into the waters of this hot spring.

Most of all, she really wanted to rub one off, but...

Samurott was right there. Maybe if she had thought ahead and brought his Pokeball, she could be enjoying herself right about now, but...

As it was...

That stress didn't go away with the water. All it did was grow and grow inside her chest, and she had to take a deep breath just to be able to breathe normally. It was smothering; her mom didn't let her date any boys, or men, for that matter, and she was often left to her own devices when it came down to it.

Hilda didn't know why she still listened to her mom as much as she did. Love?

She did love her mom, but she was the champion! Not the other way around. She shouldn't be able to control her like that, but...

It all went away in the spring.

Such comfort. Such relaxation.

She hadn't even had sex yet. Hilda, the girl who easily broke the record and conquered the Elite Four and Champion, was a virgin. Not that there was anything wrong with that, she thought, but... still...

All her friends were well into relationships with their boy-toys. Sex was a daily thing for them. Wonder how it felt...

Back into the spring!

It was amazing just how it sucked all the stress from her.

Dildos weren't even close to the real thing. That was something her friend had told her, and Hilda couldn't help but believe her. Was it the texture? Length? What made it so special?

Maybe it was the person the dick was connected to. Were they rough? Gentle? Fast? Slow? How quickly did they...

You know?

Cum?

Hilda gave a frustrated sigh, opening her eyes and sitting up. She couldn't enjoy herself at all in this state. She figured that she would slip a towel around herself, go get Samurott's Pokeball, take care of her needs, and let him out again.

She got out of the water, and walked over to the towel, putting it on. She turned to tell Samurott that she'd be back, but he was right in front of her...

Sniffing.

He was sniffing exactly where she told him not to sniff; her groin.

Hilda sucked air through her teeth, before grabbing his horn and roughly shoving him away. "What's gotten into you?" She asked, frowning.

"Samu..." Samurott said, blushing.

Hilda watched as he rose a front leg, and gulped. She saw his length, and fuck... It was massive. Whenever Samurott needed to relieve himself, and Hilda watched, the tip of his cock would stick out, do its business, and go back in, but now...

It was out.

Completely. His length was huge; it parted his slit, and easily went down to his hind legs' knees. The base of it was pretty thick, but as she looked up it, it got bigger, until it was almost twice the girth of the base. It slowly tapered down until it got to about two inches before his tip. It then expanded, and flared out, becoming roughly the same size as the base of his cock, and then came down again to a tiny slit. He had no balls; they must have been internal.

"W-wow..." Hilda murmured, unable to pry her eyes away from his length. "I-is this why you were sniffing all around?"

Samurott nodded, and set his leg back on the ground. He whined, and walked a bit closer, and Hilda gulped.

If she had just brought her Ditto with her, she would easily be able to take care of this... well, it wasn't a problem, but it was something. Truth be told, Hilda almost felt as if she owed Samurott.

He was the main reason she had even come this far, but the look on Samurott's face wasn't demanding.

It was desperate.

"Alright... Come here, Sammy..." Hilda said, nervously removing her towel.

Samurott didn't move, just started to sniff the air. Hilda beckoned him, and he moved closer, eyeing Hilda's slit nervously. He started to sniff a bit more around the air, and was drawn to her legs. Hilda held a chuckle back as he sniffed, gently tickling her with his whiskers as he drew closer and closer to her womanhood. Finally, Samurott's eyes grew wide once he pushed his nose near Hilda's slit.

He looked up, blushing heavily, and it almost looked like he wanted to stop.

"Go on," Hilda said, realizing that she had given him a command not to sniff that area on people. "You can sniff all you want."

"Samu..." Samurott murmured, giving Hilda a small smile as he went back to her groin.

Hilda sighed in delight when she felt his wet nose gently rubbing her slit as he sniffed. She wasn't sure what he found so intriguing about her, but she wasn't complaining.

Samurott began to take larger sniffs, rubbing her slit as his nose explored a part of her he had never seen before. It was awesome, like finally being able to smell something nostalgic you only had faintly smelled a long time ago. The sensations that he felt as his nose sniffed her slit could only be described as heavenly. Each time his nose went up the length of her slit, he could feel Hilda shudder, and Samurott liked that. He liked pleasing his trainer, and this seemed to do the trick. He felt her gently grab his horn, and Samurott hoped that she wouldn't shove him away again. That didn't feel too good, but, thankfully, she didn't.

Instead, Hilda held on for dear life.

It had been so long since she had the time to rub one out, and this was way... way better than using her hands. Samurott's nose was wet, and almost had the texture that an Emolga's paw pads had; rough, yet soft and leathery. Each time he sniffed her, it brought her closer and closer to an orgasm, yet she wanted to hold off. She didn't know when, or if, she would ever do this again, and wanted to make the most of it.

Each sniff, though, was tantalizing. It sent shivers up her spine, and all she wanted was for this to go on forever. She was working his nose into a groove, and was edging her orgasm ever-so-diligently when Samurott, without any warning, shoved his snout inside her.

Hilda screamed as he brought her into an orgasm, and held his spike close to her chest as she contracted around his large snout. The powerful orgasm left her speechless as it rocketed through her,

'Is this really happening?' She thought as she finished her orgasm, panting for air that seemed to escape her.

"Samurott!" He said, looking up.

Hilda looked down, smiling heavily. His snout was wet with her fluids, and he looked like he had shoved his snout into a water bowl. She was about to say something, anything, when he got an odd look on his face. Samurott reared back, and sneezed all over the ground. He looked up, smiling, but quickly sneezed three more times. Hilda began to giggle as he kept sneezing, but he stopped after the sixth sneeze.

"Need a tissue?" Hilda asked, grinning. Samurott smirked, and snorted all the mucus down. Hilda laughed. "That's disgusting!"

"Samurott!" He said, returning his gaze to Hilda's slit.

"You don't have to..." She said, sitting up a bit more.

Samurott looked at her, and pushed her back down with his front paw as gently as he could. Hilda almost screamed with delight at this, and opened her legs a bit more, scooching closer to his mouth. She wondered how he would like it, how she would taste. As he drew closer, Hilda was unsure of a lot of things.

All of those things, however, were whisked away from her mind once she felt that soft, wet lick. Hilda whimpered as Samurott parted her slit with her tongue and began to lick faster, much faster than she thought she would enjoy. Each lap of his tongue made her squirm more and more in the chair, and Samurott had to put his front legs on hers just to make sure she didn't slip out of the chair.

It wasn't purposeful; Samurott was very good at this. His tongue would slide in her womanhood for a few seconds, getting a good taste of it before being withdrawn, licking up to that tender pearl on top of her slit just for good measure. Samurott gently nibbled around her, being careful not to hurt her and was rewarded with a groan from Hilda, and a small pull on his horn. She began to moan a bit more, and she was nervous that someone in another stall might hear her.

After a long, hard lick from her best friend, however, Hilda decided that other people's opinions of her didn't matter, and threw her head back. Samurott doubled his efforts, circling her cunt with his tongue, giving it a small nibble every now and then just to keep Hilda on her toes.

Samurott had an idea just then. He looked up at Hilda as he ate her out, and saw that he was making her feel good. Samurott liked this a lot.

He looked back down in between her legs, and that little bead of flesh that gave her so much pleasure, he stuck it in his mouth and gently sucked on it. Hilda whimpered, and he felt her hands on his head, pushing it down into her womanhood. Samurott kept sucking on her, savoring the whimpers that she would let out, and the taste that was between her legs. It dripped down his mouth and ran down his chin; he loved every second of it. Samurott quickly doubled his work on her, licking harder, sucking harder, and even beginning to nibble her a bit more often. He got a kick out of her whenever she felt his teeth on the most sensitive part of her body. Her thighs would constrict around his neck, and he would be pulled into her.

Whenever she did this, Samurott just began to suck on it, and the pressure from her thighs quickly released. He worked that into a rhythm; sucking on her clit until she let go of his head, then licking up and down her slit - paying special attention to that special little pea -, and then giving it a soft nibble. It was fun to do and, best of all, made her feel good. That was what Samurott was after.

Hilda began to shove her Pokemon onto her crotch more and more. She began to gently pinch her nipples with her free hands, and quivered at the electric feelings it sent down her legs. She couldn't believe this, but, somehow, he was easily bringing her to another orgasm. Her pants kept growing louder and louder, until she was almost screaming, and she lost it once Samurott bit her clit harder than he ever had before. As he sucked on it, Hilda moaned loudly, climaxing a second time.

This time, the orgasm contained a lot more power.

She gripped his head in her legs and cradled it there, forcing him to suck on her as waves of bliss washed over her. Every second was something entirely different, and it was a train ride of excitement as his tongue kept washing over her pulsing womanhood. He didn't stop when she did, however.

Much to Hilda's excitement, he kept going and going. Judging by the way she was being eaten out, it was like Samurott was rabid or something. His tongue kept licking and licking.

Just then, however, Samurott stopped. Hilda recovered slowly, and looked down at him. He was panting, seemingly out of breath from the overexertion he had given to her. He sat down on his hind legs as Hilda sat up, and smiled up at her.

"That's a good boy." She said, scratching underneath his maw.

"Samurott!" He said, chest puffed out with pride.

"Samurott!" Hilda lovingly mocked, smiling as she reached down.

She grabbed his length, and laughed as he almost instantly tensed up. Samurott looked at her, worry in his eyes as she felt his length.

"S-Samu!" He said, backing up.

"What's the matter?" Hilda asked, looking at him.

Samurott shook his head, and started to walk away. Oh, no. This wasn't going to happen.

"Samurott!" Hilda said, that voice she had worked so hard for as a trainer coming back to her almost instantly. It was commanding, powerful. Samurott looked back, almost scared. "Come here this instant." He did. "Lay on your back."

Samurott obeyed, but looked frightened. Hilda got down, resting herself on the towel and got close to her Pokemon. He took his snout in her hands, and gave it a small, awkward kiss.

"Don't worry. I've wanted to do this for a long time." She said, gently giving him a small kiss.

"Samu..." He said weakly.

"You won't hurt me, Sammy." Hilda said, smiling.

With that, she didn't discuss it further. His cock was already wet with precum, and Hilda smiled when she began to jerk him off. It was so satisfying to see him squirm like this. Such a serious Pokemon being reduced to a moaning, pathetic mess. It was almost therapeutic.

His cock definitely was the weirdest she had ever seen. The flared tip, the small slit where he would shoot his seed from, the taper... It was weird, but really fun to play with. She would jerk up to the tip and once she reached it, would give a slight squeeze before sliding her hand back down it. It was so big that Hilda was able to use more than one hand, and she did. Both of her hands slid up and down his length in unison, and made him moan and squeal like he was still a little baby Oshawott.

Hilda wished that she had some balls to play with, but she just had to be content with his enormous cock instead. When she noticed that Samurott began to pant a bit harder, she slowed down, letting him enjoy this a bit more. His eyes rolled back into his head... Maybe he was enjoying this more than she thought he was.

Hilda kept rubbing him with one hand, and with the other, began to play with his tip. She would squeeze it, rub fingers along its widest part, and make a circle with her fingers and fuck him with it. She hoped it felt better than it looked, and, to her surprise, Samurott began to thrust. Hard.

He had powerful legs, and her hand would slide down to his slit as he shoved his cock a foot into the air, groaning his name in sexual bliss with each hard thrust. Hilda wondered how far along he was, but didn't stop.

In fact, his thrusts only made her squeeze his cock harder, and gave him a reason to thrust as hard as he did. His tip was fun to squeeze as well, and after a particularly hard squeeze, she felt something warm gush into it.

Samurott began to yell his name with pleasure, and cum shot out of his cock, quickly filling Hilda's palm and leaking down her wrist. Hilda began to rub him off faster and squeezed him harder, and was rewarded with Samurott panting harder, thrusting harder, and squirting more and more of his seed into her hand.

Hilda let go, and kept stroking, and was surprised to see that the waterworks hadn't yet stopped.

Or even calmed down.

She kept stroking him off, mouth agape as ropes of cum shot out of his cock as fast as lightning, and hit his neck and jaw. Samurott kept yelling his name and kept thrusting until an ungodly amount of seed was all over himself. As he panted, Hilda saw him looking up at the sky, smiling broadly. She let go of his cock, and it hit his belly with a wet splat.

Her hand was covered in his cum, and she wondered what he tasted like. Curiosity overpowered her unwillingness to try it, and she stuck the tip of her finger in her mouth, and sucked his seed off.

Watery. Salty. Vaguely fishy.

She wiped the rest of the cum off on the towel, and smiled down at him. Samurott wasn't panting anymore, just lying there, gently breathing.

"That sure was a lot of cum." She said, running a finger up his length. A broad smile came to her face when it made his cock pulse, and a strand of cum shot out. "Still cumming, huh?"

"Sam..." Samurott moaned, looking down at the mess that was his body.

"Good boy." Hilda said, smiling. "Are we ready for round two?"

Whatever look was on Samurott's face was dropped, and his eyes grew wide, almost as if he was saying, "You can't be serious?". But Hilda was.

"C'mon, get up." She said, gently pushing him onto his side.

"Samurott! Sam!" He protested.

"Don't wanna hear it." Hilda said. Samurott was up, and looking at her, cum running down his neck and pitter-pattering onto the ground. "You still look stressed out."

"Samu..." He said, lifting a front paw and looking down.

Surely enough, his member was still erect, and seemed to be pulsing more than it was when she was jerking him off. It didn't take long to convince him after that. Hilda moved the towel in front of the wooden lounge chair, and leaned down on it. She looked behind her, and beckoned Samurott over. He came over, but slowly. Hilda wondered if he really didn't want to do this, but she couldn't stop now. Look at that cock!

She patted the sides of the chair, and felt the added weight of Samurott when he leaned over her, and put his arms on it. His cock was so close to her... so hot... warm...

"C'mon, push in already!" She said, bucking her hips gently.

"Samurott..." He said, sighing deeply before gently walking a step forward.

Hilda moaned as she felt his cock press against her slit, and quickly push in. It was a lot of cock to handle; almost too much. But as Samurott kept going and going, she couldn't help but bite her lip in pleasure as he reached places she didn't even know existed. He bumped against her cervix, and she told him to stop.

"That's as far as I can go..."

"Samurott."

With that, the two of them shared a groan as he almost pulled his cock out of her. His odd, flared head stopped it from coming completely out, and gradually pushed back in. Hilda began to moan and buck her hips, riding her Pokemon as gently as she could as he stayed deathly still. She looked up, and saw him looking down at her, nervous fear all over his face as she rode him like a Rapidash. After giving him a smile, Samurott's face changed from fear to acceptance, and he closed his eyes, finally beginning to enjoy the tight hole his cock was in.

As she rode him, he began to buck his hips mere inches at a time, but eventually thrusted a bit harder. It got to the point where Hilda didn't have to ride him anymore; he finally got into a good groove. She let out a loud moan as his cock was driven deep inside her, and began to rub herself.

Any day that she could have three orgasms within the space of an hour was a good day, especially when Samurott was involved. The large Pokemon began to moan his name again, thrusting into her tight hole as pleasure washed over him. Being jerked off by Hilda was awesome, and he would never forget it, but this was another level entirely. She was small, tight, and, best of all, wet beyond belief.

Every thrust he pushed in was accompanied with a grunt, and it got to the point where, as his enormous cock slid in and out of her, all she could do was whimper. She loved the tiny little groans and moans he made as his cock squelched in and out of her slit.

Just then, Hilda shuttered as she felt his paw on her clit, rubbing gently. She looked up to see Samurott smiling confidently down at her, and she rested her head on the uncomfortable wooden lounge chair as she felt the beginnings of a third climax already building up in her loins. She began to buck into Samurott's already rapidly thrusting cock, feeling as if someone was jabbing her in her stomach as his cock. Hilda began to gasp each time his cock head pressed up against her cervix, but allowed it. If she was honest, the pain actually felt good.

Hilda shadowed Samurott's paw in her own hand, and showed him how to properly rub her off. It was pretty difficult to get him to rub it consistently, so she just rested her hand on his paw, and kept the motion going as he fucked her like a sex toy. Each deep, hard thrust made her toes squirm with pleasure, and that orgasm was so...

So close...

The claws that were resting on the wooden lounge chair dug into the wood, and Hilda looked up at Samurott. He was gritting his teeth, eyes tightly screwed shut, whiskers twitching... He was about to cum...

Just the thought of it brought Hilda to her own orgasm; again, she let loose, and screamed as his cock, pressed tightly against her cervix, began to pump its cum deep inside of her belly. She could feel him filling her up, and loved every second of it. Her world spun around her as his cock spewed his load into her, and contracted around his cock as she was fucked into a mind-blowing orgasm. As she was led through that journey, plats of cum fell to the ground, splashing on her ankles as cum was pumped into her. She could feel that enormous bulge that ran along the middle of his cock expand ever so slightly with each wad of cum that was shot out of it, and it was fucking amazing.

Even after her orgasm fled from her body, she still felt Samurott cumming inside her. She looked up, and tiredly smiled.

His teeth were still clenched, and grinding against each other, and his eyes looked even tighter than when last she saw them. He was panting heavily, and she was glad that he was enjoying himself.

After a particularly huge blast of cum, she felt Samurott's whiskers on her head, and soon, his own head on hers.

"You finished, Sammy?" She asked, scratching his maw.

"Samurott..." He whispered, still panting.

"That's my boy... My good boy..." She said, scratching his neck.

Samurott groaned, and slowly pulled out of Hilda, so he didn't hurt her. Hilda squealed when his cock popped out of him with an audible pop, and looked down. Cum was pooling underneath her legs, and strands of it were still leaking out of her slit. She sat up, and on the wooden lounge chair, and looked over at Samurott. He was eyeing her nervously, wondering if he had done anything wrong.

"C'm here." Hilda said, smiling.

Samurott obeyed, and she pulled him deep into a hug, grabbing his warm, soft neck. It felt so good right now, she didn't ever want to leave this embrace, but Samurott pulled away. She looked at him, and smiled, before pulling his snout close to her face, and giving him a soft kiss. Samurott smiled, and looked back at the hot spring.

"Want another dip?" Hilda said, grinning.

"Samurott!" He eagerly said, already running back to the spring.

Hilda got up, and groaned, feeling her stomach. Maybe he was a bit too big for her. Maybe he wasn't. She slid into the hot spring, cum still leaking down her legs, and shuttered. Again, there were some mystical properties about this spring that just drew all her worries, all her fears right from her. She didn't worry whether or not anything was anything for her, and just enjoyed her time in the spring with her Samurott on her lap.

There was one thing she knew for sure, however.

The Season Pass Plus would definitely come in handy.