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Pokemusu #706: Goodra

Squaaasshhh! Squaaaaaashhh!!!

“Rggh... it's very muggy here, isn't it?”

“I've... never been to a place like this before...”

His every footstep created imprints in the muddy ground, liquids bubbling to the surface as they stained his boots. He hated how it felt against his shoes, making his body feel a bit frigid on the other end. Hmm... perhaps he hadn't fastened his boots on his feet as tightly as he said he did.

His Pokemusu didn't seem to mind. Yes, Hiker was not traveling alone today; he had a partner! Considering what happened last time at that abandoned school, well, his other Pokemusu (namely Courage and Cadence) wouldn't allow him to leave home alone. Unfortunately, those two were far too busy arguing with one another for him to choose either one of them. So who is it that traveled with him through these mucky marshes?

“Be careful, Master. I cannot risk you hurting yourself.”

“I'm fine, Laevateinn, promise. Traveling through muddy lands isn't too bothersome for me!”

Why, yes, it was the very same Bisharp who was the cause for his Pokemusu's distress in the first place! One month after 'taming' her, Hiker found himself traveling through muddy marshes at the side of this Bisharp, who appeared so calm and collected now. Time spent with him had done well to lift her spirits from how he met her... but not by much. Outwardly she appeared cool, but inwardly, he could tell she was still... jittery.

It showed in her eyes.

Laevateinn the Bisharp outcast, now a Pokemusu under Hiker's charge. What did that make her exactly? His servant? Maid? No... he didn't refer to his other Pokemusu in such a way; he just called them his Pokemusu. Something about that possessive 'his' though, seemed to remind her of her new place in this world. She was his Pokemusu, and – much like the others – she obeyed him without hesitation.

She couldn't risk the chance of being an outcast again.

“Are you okay, Laevateinn?” Hiker asked as he looked over towards her, noticing her rather forlorn gaze, “Is something the matter?”

“Huh? Oh! Right, nothing is wrong, Master,” she said as she looked back at him, her cool expression returning, “I was just... thinking.”

“Thinking? Thinking about what?”

“About... what it means to be a Pokemusu. What it means to--”

“GRAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH!!!”

“Huh? That sounded like a--”

SCHLING! SCHLING!

“Ah!?”

Suddenly – and rather quickly – Laevateinn positioned herself in front of Hiker, her jagged blades extending from her gauntlets. That roar sounded like a distressing cry, but the Bisharp was put on high alert nonetheless. Something was out here in these muddy fields, something large and dangerous if it could make a sound like that. She had never heard of it before, but Hiker found that cry familiar.

“What is your command, my Master?” Laevateinn asked, only for Hiker to start walking past her casually, “Ah!? M-Master!?”

“You're taking this far too seriously, Laevateinn,” Hiker replied with a soft smile, “Look, that cry came over that ridge. Let's go over there, okay?”

He was so calm, despite the fact that such a cry was something that should bring him fear. Was this the fearlessness of a Pokemusu Master, his curiosity as a zoologist, or just his stupid ignorance as a young human man that pushed him forward? Regardless, Laevateinn could only look at him in an incredulous manner as he casually headed in the direction of the distressing call. It didn't take her much longer to start following him, though her blades remained extended in a battle ready manner.

This area of the island was known to have many, many_, many_ swamplands and marshes. Apparently years ago – before the great calamity that befell Hako – this part of the area was actually a rather empty and sparse field. Perhaps farmers used it to grow crops, maybe even allow their Pokemon or Pokemusu to gleefully feed on the natural splendor.

However, years of torrential downpours soaked the land, drowning the soil in mud. To make matters worse, a nearby lake was also poured into by rain, eventually breaking and spilling over to the point that it too soaked the lands they were currently in. Now, no one sane enough would ever live in such a place. No one, save for the Pokemusu specifically destined to live in such an environment.

So why? Why, why, why, why, why!? Why did they keep making fun of her!? They were all living here together! Shouldn't they just all get along!? Why!? Why!? Why!?

“WWWWWWAHAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!”

She sat on a tree stump, her balled hands drying tears from her face. Tears that were incredibly thick... incredibly gooey. They kept getting tracked upon her fingers, forcing her to throw them off... but honestly, that didn't really do much. If anything, her entire body seemed to quake as if it were more liquid than flesh.

Strange, isn't it?

When you first gaze upon this woman, the first words that come to mind would be 'pleasantly plump'. Was she fat? No... she most certainly had a figure. Perhaps then the correct term would be 'rubenesque'? Yes, that's it; she was rubenesque, a woman whose figure was nothing short of 'thicc'.

And... and so thicc it was...

Her waist was slightly thin, but her chest was oh so busty. As in, well, incredibly large. Larger than Cadence's in fact! And with a larger, fatter, rounder buttocks to her as well. Her thighs too were nice and thick, with hips that one would call 'child baring'.

And she was so tall as well. Taller than Hiker, taller than Laevateinn, taller than Courage in fact! Add too her thicc body, and it drew up even more comparison to his Wigglytuff. She even shared that 'milf' like body type. However, where as Cadence's overall color scheme was pink, this woman's was purple.

Yes, her skin was slightly pale, but she wore a slender purple dress that honestly clung incredibly close to her body. How close? He could see the definition of her navel along her stomach, the rippling mass and curvature of her buttocks, as well as the jutting nipples on her breasts.

Spilling from her head fell shoulder length hair that was purple in color. And... wait... were those horns? Yes, two tiny horns stood from the top of her head, though they appeared so squishy and soft, you'd probably think they were just apart of her hair. In fact, upon closer inspection, this woman's hair was entirely made of this squishy, soft substance. Something... gooey. And yet it was solid enough to stay attached to her head.

Whoever this woman was, she was incredibly distraught, loudly crying thick tears of sadness that continued to get caught on her hands. Laevateinn was curious, for she had never seen a being quite like her before. But Hiker? He knew what she was.

Musudex #706

Goodra

The Dragon Pokemusu

This very friendly dragon-type Pokemusu will hug its beloved Master, leaving that Master covered in sticky slime. However, if left to itself, loneliness overcomes it, and it oozes gooey tears. Because of this, they often get picked on because of their meek and timid natures. But whoever teases them to great lengths will feel the full force of its horns, and a good swatting from its thick tail. It can also stretch out its limbs to land strikes 100 times greater than any blow from a heavyweight boxer. Their fat skin is also covered covered in slime, which when combined can make an enemy's attack slide right off. It is very friendly towards people, though it will sometimes misunderstand instructions and appear dazed or bewildered. Please do not get mad; it is trying its best!

“Wow... a wild Goodra, out here,” Hiker said as they stared upon her from afar, watching as she continued to wail against the wind, “I never thought one would be out here.”

“Why is she... crying...?” Laevateinn asked as she joined Hiker at his side, “Is she also... an outcast?”

“Maybe...” Hiker replied with a shrug of his shoulders, “Maybe not. Goodra are very friendly Pokemusu, but they tend to get bullied by others. Perhaps she's crying because of that?”

“Hm... well then... should we... try and help her...?” his Bisharp asked.

“I wouldn't say so...” Hiker explained with a shrug of his shoulders as he continued spying on the wayward Goodra from afar, “She looks pretty sad... I don't want to anger her. Those things can really pack a punch! Speaking from experience here.”

Laevateinn nodded, her eyes cutting back to the Goodra in the distance. Together they watched her cry, with Hiker casually pulling out his PDA to take some notes on her. What exactly was in those notes of his? Looking over his shoulder, the Bisharp tried to read it, but all she saw were strange, bizarre symbols. She couldn't read like how Cadence and Courage could, so his notes came off as nothing but gibberish to her.

Laevateinn could however sense when something was wrong. It was slight at first, a mere rumination that traveled beneath the muddy land. Hiker was far too enthralled with the crying Goodra to notice, but the Bisharp certainly did.

Soon that rumble started to build, higher and higher, making the muddy land start to quake and even ripple. With seemingly no provocation, Laevateinn extended her blades, something that alerted Hiker. He looked over at his Bisharp, but before words could even leave his lips, the ground right before the Goodra suddenly erupted into an violent explosion.

SKA-DOOOOOOOSHHHH!!!

Mud, water, dirt and grass were thrown sky-high, the Goodra's wailing suddenly coming to a halt. Something had emerged from within the muddy terrain, something big, something strong, and something incredibly dangerous.

A rippling, muscular beast of a man, his shoulders and arms covered in sharp blue scales, his while larger red scales spines jutted from his head, between his shoulders, and on the thick tail that extended from his backside. Elsewhere on his body was covered in mud however, making a good view of him that much harder. However, he was tall... very, very tall. Tall enough to loom over the Goodra who cried on her tree stump in fact. Tall enough that his face was cast his shadows... though his eyes weren't.

Such powerful, deadly, red eyes.

“W... wha...?” muttered the still teary-eyed Goodra as she came face to face with this vicious Pokemusu.

“Master? What is that?” Laevateinn asked, astonished by the shear size of such a being.

“That... is a Feraligatr...” Hiker replied whilst swallowing his spit, “And... a very hungry one at that...”

“Hun... gry...?” the Bisharp replied.

Hiker merely pointed however, the Feraligatr hunching over as he locked his eyes upon the crying Goodra. Trapped beneath his gaze, the Dragon Pokemusu didn't know what to do, not until that wicked crocodile raised his hand and,

SLASH!

“AAHHAAAH!?”

His claws glowed like lights, tearing through the wind and striking the Goodra in her shoulder, knocking her clean off the tree stump she sat upon it. Slamming in her back, she was quickly put on the defensive, even scooting back and away from the Feraligatr as fast as she could. But she was large, emotional, and on her back, while the Feraligatr continued to push towards her.

SQUAAASH! SQUAAASH! SQUAAASH!

Even his footsteps in mud sounded so loud! His every approaching step made the crying Goodra's heart quake all the more, fear clenching her. To make matters worse, she couldn't even think up a way to defend herself against him. Was this how she was to meet her end? Torn to shreds by a hungry Feraligatr? Its deadly red eyes showed the intent to do so, and its glowing claws held the power. It raised its hand even, taking aim with her head and neck.

The Goodra closed her eyes.

“RAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!”

CLAAANNNGGGG!!!

That wasn't the sound of flesh being torn to shreds? No, it was more like the sound of metal clashing against metal! Its horrendous drum echoed through the land, but the Goodra remained laid there with her eyes closed. She was at first too afraid to open them up, but after a few more moments of silence, she finally gazed up to see what happened.

A woman stood between her and certain death. Shorter than her, but with a body and build that was far more athletic. Her metallic gauntlets held off the assailing Feraligatr's hand, keeping him grounded in place. He snarled, but with her in the way, he couldn't do anything.

“FAH!”

Throwing his hand off, Laevateinn forced the Feraligatr back a few feet, though his red eyes remained locked on her and the Goodra she was protecting. Where had this Bisharp come from, and why was she standing up for the Goodra that was to be his meal? Urgh... did it even matter? His anger had built even higher, and now he was poised to take it out on the being before him.

“RrrrrrrrRAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRRR!!!”

His vicious roar shook the land, the Goodra even covering her ears in an attempt to defend herself. But the Bisharp that was her savior stood tall, her brown eyes locked on the beast before her without an ounce of hesitation. If anything, she caused her blades to extend out even further, showing her intent to fight him.

So be it.

“RAAAAAAHHH!!!”

His blade once again slashed at Laevateinn, but she once more deflected the attack, sending him crashing to one side. He snarled, only to quickly spin around, his thick and large tail swinging to strike Laevateinn. But she was just as fast to dodge the attack, leaping over it with slick agility. When she landed, she took a battle-ready position, while a certain young man came running to her side.

The Goodra was so greatly confused; now there were two of them! Not only was she being protected by a Bisharp, but she was being protected by... a human? What was a human doing here!? The way he stood tall beside the Bisharp, it was clear they were an item... a couple perhaps? But... no...

The Bisharp looked at the human, her brown eyes meeting his brown eyes. He nodded, only to point towards her assailing Feraligatr with a command on his lips.

“Alright Laevateinn, like we practiced! Use Night Slash!”

Wait... a command? A human and a Pokemusu! Hauh! This man... he was a Pokemusu Master! The Goodra thought that was only a myth, a legend told by other Pokemusu to one another! They actually existed!?

“Understood, Master!” Laevateinn replied as her eyes locked on the Feraligatr who continued to snarl at her.

Quickly she bolted towards him, moving faster and faster with every passing second. The Big Jaw Pokemusu lifted his arms in an attempt to defend himself from whatever attack she had planned, but her body began to blur in a mixture of silver, red and black. Even the blades that extended from her arms were covered in shadows and darkness, with Laevateinn lifting her arms in an 'X' pattern over her body.

And when she was just a foot away from the attacking Pokemusu...

SLASH!!!

SLASH!!!

Two wicked strikes, each one landing squarely on the Feraligatr's chest. Perhaps if her blades weren't dulled, he would have been torn clean in half by such attacks. But, hey, spending a month with her Master didn't mean she was back to 100% quite yet. Her blades were still dulled and dented, meaning her Night Slash only served to blow the Feraligatr away. Regardless, they carried with them such great strength and power, being more than enough to knock the Big Jaw Pokemusu clean out.

Laevateinn stood tall above him, her hands running through her hair before both fell upon her hips in a bombastic pose. And when she was sure the Feraligatr wasn't going to rise, her blades even retracted into her gauntlets. Walking up to her side, Hiker placed his hand on her shoulder, causing her to turn and see the beaming, proud smile on his lips. He didn't need to say anything else; that face alone was enough to make Laevateinn blush in a rather demure manner.

“Thank you...” she said cutely, causing Hiker to laugh.

“Hah hah! Don't mention it!” he said as he rubbed her shoulder, “But you did amazing, Laevateinn. All that combat practice with Courage is really paying off. Oh...!” he turned around, “Let's go check up on the Goodra, shall we?”

Laevateinn nodded before following Hiker towards the Goodra who was still laying on the ground, though she had propped herself up on her shoulders to look back at the two. Human and Pokemusu, working together to protect her of all things... ah, this sounded like something out of a bedtime story!

“Are you okay?” Hiker asked as he got down on one knee before the Goodra, his hand extending, “You took a pretty nasty slash there...”

“Goooo... dra...?” she muttered back, before looking over towards her shoulder.

There was a fresh tear along her clothes and flesh. Despite her species' great defenses, that Feraligatr was still mighty enough to tear through her... was she really that weak? Merely thinking about it was enough to make the Goodra start tearing up again, thick globules of tears falling from her face. It took Laevateinn aback, though Hiker merely started to laugh. That is until the Goodra tackled him to the ground that is.

“Whoa!?”

“WWAAAAAHAAAAAAHHAAAAA!!!” the Goodra cried as she hugged him so closely, crying into his chest.

“Master! Is something wrong!? Do you need assistance?” Laevateinn asked.

“Well... uh... no more than necessary!” he answered with light chuckles, “Though... perhaps we should take her back to the jeep. I have a first aid kit there we can use on her.”

“Uh-huh... okay... well then... um...”

“Though that might take a while... she looks really sad...”

“Rrrriiiight... ahem...”

“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!”

“Haaah... mercy...”

,,,

“Snifff... ahem_...sniiff..._ hmm hmmm hmmm...”

“It's going to be okay, promise. It's just a flesh wound.”

Around and around and around Hiker's coils wrapped, binding the Goodra's arm in order to stop any blood flow. They were back at his jeep, his first aid station extended so that he could deal with the Dragon Pokemusu's injury. Laevateinn stood guard meanwhile, her eyes casually scanning the wetlands in case any other Pokemusu attempted to attack them.

“You can't talk, can you...?” Hiker suddenly said as he looked up at the Goodra who stared back in a confused manner, “Ah... I figured as much. It's fine; I was just curious. It's difficult for Goodra to form in the wild. Sliggo maybe, Goomy of course. But Goodra?” he shook his head before staring up at her with a bright, beaming smile, “That means you must be incredibly strong to survive this!”

Did she understand him? Could she understand him? He had to wonder, for she began blushing so furiously after what he said. It was incredibly cute in fact... but that's to be expected of Goodra. They were quite charming creatures, cute in how docile they could be. Perhaps she didn't understand him and merely read his face well, but that didn't really matter at the moment, did it?

“Alright, that should do it,” Hiker said as he pulled away, “Try not to use that arm as much. Although knowing your goo, it'll probably be healed up before the night's over. Well then...” he stood up slowly, causing the Goodra to rise as well, “I think we're done here today, Laevateinn.”

“Understood,” said his Bisharp who turned to face the jeep, “Are we returning home now?”

“I've collected a great amount of information today, so yeah, I think we can go home now!” he gestured for his car, “I think dinner made by Cadence is in order. And a nice--” GLOMP! “Huh?”

Laevateinn took a step forward, only to stop. The Goodra... she was hugging Hiker, and rather tightly as well. Holding him, hugging him close in a protective manner. Or was she holding him in hopes that he'd protect her? It showed on her face; slight fear and apprehension. She didn't want him to go.

“Uhh... Master...?” Laevateinn said, wondering what they should do about this suddenly clingy Goodra.

“Huh... this is a bit of a pickle...” Hiker muttered, “Hmm... uh... G-Goodra...?”

“Rrrrgghhh...” she grumbled, even nuzzling her head into his shoulder for she just didn't want to let go.

“Umm... well... uhh...” he shifted to stare at the Goodra a bit better, reading the desperate, pleading face she had on, “We have to go home, Goodra. Um...” he shrugged his shoulders, “You understand that, right?”

He then tried to take a step away, but she remained locked upon him. He took another step away... and she remained attached to his arm. Another step... nope, yup, still there. If anything, her grip only seemed to grow tighter.

“Well... you're a strong one, aren't you?” Hiker commented with a sheepish chuckle.

“What do we do then?” Laevateinn inquired, to which her master merely shrugged his shoulders, “Are you going to take her with us?”

“At this rate... I don't think I have much of a choice...”

Shing!

“I could knock her out,” Laevateinn stated, even extending her blades to show intent, much to the Goodra's fear.

“GAAHH!?”

“What? No! That'll only traumatize her more!” he ran his hands through his hair.

“So... what do we do?”

Hiker opened his mouth to speak, only to look over at the Goodra who held to him. She was still trembling from her earlier attack, let alone Laevateinn's extended claws. For a Goodra, she should be stronger than that, right? She seemed even more timid than usual. Timid... and so damn clingy.

“Haaah... well... get in the jeep, Laevateinn,” Hiker muttered, “It looks like we have an extra guest tonight.”

“Understood, Master...”

“Maaaaaaaassss...” the Goodra muttered.

…

Another day, another day, another day. Haaaah...

Skoooooooooooossshhhhhh!!!

Hiker watched as the water in his tub was steadily filled up and up and up. Warm, hot, steaming waters that would hopefully cleanse away the exhaustion his body was wracked with, among other things like mud... and goo.

So he brought the Goodra home, though her affectionate clinging only seemed to grow. It took everything in Laevateinn's power to keep the Dragon Pokemusu in the back seat of their jeep; the last thing Hiker wanted was to suddenly be grabbed while he was driving a vehicle at 50 miles an hour. But the moment they got off the jeep, yup, it was an immediate 'glomp!' of epic proportions. She held onto him in the house, held onto him during dinner, even held onto him when he tried to converse with his other Pokemusu, namely Cadence.

Who really, really didn't like the Goodra for some strange reason...

Fortunately, said Goodra finally had her attentions brought elsewhere by the lovely foliage that existed outside of Hiker's living quarters. She was still outside in fact, no doubt exploring the lands within the science station's metal walls. Which mean that, finally, Hiker could take the time bathing and cleaning himself of today's nonsense.

“Aaaaaaaah... that's nice,” he muttered as he sank down into the tub, mud and goo cleaning off his form as he sat down within it.

Professor Durian may have been considered insane by some to live out in the middle of a remote island with no one but his wife in order to study Pokemusu, but damn did he set up his employees with nice living quarters. And since Hiker himself was his only employee, he got to reap the full benefits of the rewards.

High-tech bathtub and all!

To make things even better, the day wasn't a bust at all. He got to take in a lot of notes and – above all – he and Laevateinn bonded more. She no longer called him 'Master' with a certain stiffness in her voice... that was nice. She relied on him more and more, listening less to him out of servitude, but more out of trust. That... that made Hiker happy on the inside.

Perhaps he should do something nice for Laevateinn. She's been here for a month or so now, so it was high time that she got some sort of reward for all the hard work she's put in. Something nice... like... a new sharpening stone for her blade? Perhaps some new clothes meant not for fighting, but just for looking good in? Did she even like clothes? Cadence certainly did! Perhaps she'd like a--

Tap...! Tap...! Tap...!

“Huh...?”

Eyes opening up, Hiker stared up and over towards the window in the bathroom, his gaze befalling a certain Goodra. Her green eyes were wide, her expression curious, her finger tapping against the glass screen. Hiker himself stared back at her, astonished by the fact that she was there!

His bathroom was two stories high! How did she get up here!?

“G-Goodra!?” Hiker shouted as he scrambled from the bathroom in all his naked glory, rushing over towards the window, “What are you doing there!?”

Quickly he opened the window up, allowing the buxom Goodra to enter inside, sliding over the window's seal where she slammed into the floor rather audibly. Hiker's eyes swelled further from the sight, only for her to get up on her knees whilst rubbing her head in a wincing manner.

Yes... on her knees... and right in front of Hiker's pelvis.

“Ah...?”

Looking up, the Goodra's eyes fell right on his cock. She had seen a man's... well... manhood before, but his was so small. Why is that? Were humans all this tiny and small? Reaching her hand for it, the Goodra was just about to touch it, only for Hiker to grab her hand defiantly.

“What are you doing up here, Goodra?” Hiker asked, “How'd you even get up here... did... did you climb the wall?”

“Goooooooooh...?” she muttered back, confused, “Maaaaassssss...”

“Haaah... I figured as much...”

Unlike Laevateinn who understood speech, this Goodra was wild in almost every sense of the word. She could only mutter slowly... which was unfortunate. Did she not have a community to live at? She certainly seemed lonely on that stump, and was incredibly quick to come home with him.

Just... who is this Goodra? She was fully evolved, so it wasn't like she didn't know her fair share of hardships. So... haaah... just what is going on here?

“Aaah... you're dirty...” Hiker muttered, taking note of the grass and mud that marred her form.

Reading his line of sight, she stared down at her clothes and skin, noticing the foliage that marred her. When she looked back at Hiker, he guided her over towards the bathtub, his hand patting its side.

“Did you... need a bath?”

“Maaaaassssstttt...” she muttered back.

Gently Hiker guided the Goodra up so that she could stand, her green eyes remained locked on his form however. Walking around her in circles a few time, he realized the purple dress she wore had strings at the back, ones he undid to loosen the garb from her shoulders. She did not fight him off, instead staring over towards him as best she could.

“Maaaasss...?” she said in an inquisitive manner, while Hiker grabbed her clothes by the hem.

Up and up and up he pulled that skin-tight purple dress, causing her to raise her arms as it came slipping right over her head. And when it did...

FWUMP!

“Uhhhhh... ummm...”

Damn those were some big tits. Like... incredibly large. Larger than his head. Larger than the Goodra's head. Larger than... fuck... almost as large as Cadence's breasts when she inflates herself. No, wait... perhaps even a tad bit larger than that!

And that waist too... what a nice, slim waist, yet one that slightly rolled with fat. Not too much; just enough. And once again, it bottomed out into that fat ass of hers, child-baring hips, and thick thighs. Hiker found himself staring rather hard upon her naked frame, before finally gazing up towards the wide, almost vacant gaze in her green eyes.

“Maaaassss...?” the Goodra muttered again, confused by what he was doing and looking at.

“S-sorry! Just... um...” he grabbed her hand, before giving her that calming smile, “Let's get in the tub, shall we?”

“Maaaasss...”

Leading her over, Hiker sat in the tub, bringing the Goodra along with him. However, due to her massive size, when she sat inside...

SPLASH!!!

“GAH!?”

Water came flying out, splattering over the edge and upon the floor. Hiker too was drenched in the water of his tub, his expression frazzled at first, before he started to grin and chuckle. It was all fine, honestly. Just a bit of a surprise.

“Heh heh... my... you're large...” Hiker commented, the Goodra cocking her head.

He was a very curious sort, wasn't he? Were all humans like this? The Goodra remembered hearing tales from her fellow Musu about how dangerous humans were. How they enslaved their kind, forcing them to partake in battles for their own enjoyment. But Hiker showed no taste for such violence. If anything, he had treated his Musus with nothing but love and respect, and they did likewise with him.

Honestly? She wanted that too.

“Maaaaasssss...” said the Goodra, her hand reaching forward to grab Hiker by the face.

“Ahhh...? Is something... wrong...?” Hiker replied, a heat starting to rise through his body... a heat that the Goodra felt.

Her green eyes shining, she saw his face start to heat up with blush. Was he embarrassed? No... he was aroused. Aroused? With her? How... how strange. The only time a male had ever looked at her were with hungry eyes, such as that Feraligatr from before. Hiker too was getting hungry, but it was clear his hunger was for something else.

“You should... aaah... okay...” Hiker muttered as he reached out for his wash clothe, bringing it open to douse some soaps into it.

The Goodra watched his every moment, that lime-scented lotion causing his clothe to both glow and smell nice. When he rubbed it together, it created soapy suds that increased in size. Then he slowly brought that clothe over, pressing it right upon the Goodra's chest.

“Aaaaaahh...”

And she moaned softly.

Green eyes glowing, she watched as Hiker began to gently caress and rub her body with the wash clothe in hand, cleaning away the dirt, the grass, the grime, and anything else he came a cross. He even fought through the thin layer of goo that adorned her body, brushing and rubbing against her flesh beneath.

His touch was so kind, so gentle, not wishing to bring her any sort of discomfort. The Goodra gave a soft groan upon his every press, his every brush, his every stroke, cleaning away the grime that adorned her flesh. He knew how to explore a woman's body, touching her in a way that... well... she'd probably never even touched herself in. For such a small man, it was impressive.

But then the Goodra began to think. So far, all the Pokemusu she had come across in Hiker's command were female. She may not have been the wisest of Pokemusu, but she wasn't stupid either. She could tell what was going on.

He wanted her. He wanted her like that. He wanted to mate with her, to breed her even. That's why he protected her, why he brought her here, why he was touching her in the way he was touching her, and why his body was getting so hot. He desired her.

“Maaaassssss...”

“Hmmm? Is something wrong?” Hiker asked as he looked up into her face.

She was... smiling at him? Why was she smiling at... oh... oh wait... ooooh... he knew that face. With as many amorous Pokemusu as he had, yup, Hiker certainly knew that face. Wait... did his touches arouse her? He was aroused yes, but how could he not be!? She was a busty, beautiful Goodra with some of the prettiest green eyes he had ever seen, and a rather affectionate (ie, clingy) personality. Who wouldn't be attracted to that!? And while he wasn't planning on this going anywhere, he couldn't help it if his thoughts took a turn for the lewd every now and then.

But this Goodra seemed to think things were taking a turn for the lewd! That wasn't his intentions! He truly just wanted to clean her off! Maybe he should try and explain that? So opening his mouth he--

“MMMMFFF!?”

“MMMMMM!!!”

Lips. Great, plump, powerful, lips. They pressed to Hiker's lips, bringing him into a deep, overwhelming kiss. Her outward body may have appeared human-like save for few extra appendages such as her horns, tail, and gooey hair, but her tongue certainly showed why she was considered a 'Dragon'. It was skinny, lithe and serpentine, swirling and twirling around Hiker's tongue with such strange, quick, excited movements. The Goodra could barely contain herself, making the kiss so wild, so sloppy, and so hard to keep up with. And when the Dragon Pokemusu finally pulled back...

“GAAAUUHHH! HAAAAAHHH!!!”

“Maaaaaaasssstttttt!!!”

Hiker was left panting for breath, his eyes as wide as lights.

If he was trying to fight off his arousal before, damn, it suddenly came roaring back now! Running his hand through his hair, Hiker looked down to see the towering spire below that was his erection. The Goodra too looked down, having followed his line of sight to see his manhood as well. Now that was more impressive! It was so small before, but now it had grown to over four times that flaccid length! Seeing it stand so tall and mighty... yes, she did that!

The Goodra's heart swelled with pride, happy to know that she brought Hiker such enjoyment. Desiring to keep this up, she pushed her hands beneath the waters of the tub, both of them clasping over his cock where she started to jerk off his length.

“Whoa now! E-easy!” Hiker cried, before moaning out loud with, “Aaaaaahhhhhaaaa!”

He threw his head back, pleasure overwhelming his entire body as the Goodra furiously pumped her hands along his length. When Hiker stared back, his eyes befell the stunning image of a beautiful buxom woman, her hands jerking his cock, her green eyes staring up at him in a demure manner. She wanted to keep building his pleasure; that's all the Goodra wanted. In a way, Pokemusu are naturally submissive, but this Goodra took that to an entirely different level!

Shit... fuck... well... if they were going to be in this position, then...

“Come here you...” Hiker groaned as he suddenly dove in.

“Gaaaaoouuaah!?”

With very little warning, he tackled the Goodra into the opposing end of the tub, his body pressed atop hers. Eyes closed, Hiker pressed his face up against the crevice of her massive breasts, sniffing in soooooo hard, so deeply. Her natural aroma of swamp and sweat had mixed with the lime-scent soaps, creating something truly new. Hiker – enthralled with this odor – continued to smell her body, his hands cupping under to grab her breasts.

Squeeeeezzzeeee!!!

“Gooooooohoooooooooh!”

The Goodra's eyes fell on the ceiling, her busty breasts squeezed hard into his powerful hands. He groped her so furiously, desire and wanton lust controlling his every action. His hands came sliding around to her thick nipples, clenching and pinching them tightly. He even twisted her nipples around like door knobs, causing the Goodra's eyes to swell and bulge with barely restrained need.

“GOOHH! GOOOOOOOOHHH!!!”

But Hiker wasn't pleased with just groping her breasts! His hands slid away and down towards her waist, tweaking the flesh there, before reaching down further to curve around her hips and ass. Both hands slapped upon her buttocks beneath the waters of his tub, taking in a furious handful of her juicy, fat ass. Fingers pressed and squeezed in, rubbing her flesh as he worked lashes and lines along her form.

The touching, the groping, it all made the Goodra get hotter and hotter. In turn, she began sweating more and more. But she is a Goodra... which meant her sweat was heavy, thick, clingy and, heh, gooey. It covered Hiker's face like some sort of lotion, making it difficult for him to pull back. When he did, his face was glossed over with her body's natural film, making him look doubly as dirty now despite the fact that they were supposed to be cleaning.

But cleaning can wait...

Grabbing the Goodra by her waist, Hiker pulled and turned her over, causing her to flop over the bathtub's edge. She looked over her shoulder towards the young man, watching as he positioned himself right behind her. His eyes gazed upon her illustrious form; from her purple hair, to her juicy back, that slim waist, all the way to that large... mmmm... plump... haaaaa... fat fucking ass.

Hiker's cock twitched to life, now as hard as a Steelix's body. With this glorious ass aimed towards him, he just needed to take it, to have it. It spurned him with this deep, primal desire, that need, that hunger, that drive to have more!

So he pushed his cock forward, sandwiching it between the Goodra's luscious ass cheeks. She shivered and groaned, her grip on the tub's edge tightening further as apprehension started to take her. But that apprehension also drove her to desire more, much like the steady anticipation before a glorious firework! She felt his throbbing cock rub along her plush ass, pressing it and tracking her goo upon his length. But she also felt his precum, oozing and trickling along her body, being so burning hot to the touch.

His hands curled in under this thicc ass of hers, his cock long, hard and veiny. When Hiker looked down, he saw that her gooey sweat had oozed along the crevice of her buttocks, slithering along her body and coating it in a light film. More importantly, it covered her twitching, puckering anus.

He wanted it. He wanted to feel every inch of her ass. No more hesitation.

Hiker grabbed his cock by the base, took aim, and puuuuuuuuuuuusssshhhh!!!

“GOOOOOAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUHH!!!”

The Goodra's body arched, her anus being forcibly widened by such a thick, invasive member. It pushed in deeper and deeper, inch by glorious inch, leaving no space to be occupied by anything else. And thanks to her goo, Hiker had a rather easy time penetrating her. Its as if her own body lubed herself up for him... haaahhh...

When he looked down, the plump peach shape of her ass had perfectly encapsulated his dick. No more movement, just silent appreciation for the Goodra's anus. How tight it was... virgin tight. She was bucking and twitching beneath him as well, jittering as his thick member widened her out in an area it shouldn't be. She could feel its every twitch, its every buck, its every vein. Its heat burned her from the inside out as well, the pain mixing with pleasure to overwhelm and overpower her senses.

The Goodra... she smiled sloppily from cheek to cheek, her green eyes quivering as well. Her grip too increased on the rim of the bathtub, threatening to shatter its porcelain surface. All as Hiker continued to claim her luscious ass for his own.

And boy was ready to do so.

PAT!

“GACK!!!”

Hiker started driving his cock in and out of the Goodra's ass, beating down her defenses and making it easier for him to move. Pushing in, pulling out, making that ass clap, bounce and wobble with his every penetration. Watching that flesh quake and ripple... mmmmm... going on and on and on and on and on like fucking gelatin. And with that goo her body produced mixing with the bathtub water and soaps, all of it oozing upon her ass' curvature, her body glowed in the light of the bathroom. That's not all...

SWHAP! PAT! SLAP! PAT!

Hiker's every thrust not only made her ass bounce like waves in an ocean, but also made water splash about in the tub and on his buttocks. He groaned as her tight anus clenched his dick, stroking him from top to bottom, even rubbing along his glands, all as he speared and pressed into her, deeper... deeper... DEEPER!!!

“Rrrrrgggghhh! Haaaaaaaahhhh!!!”

Even Hiker's moans sounded harsher, stronger, hungrier! They bounced in the Goodra's ears, her smiling lips oozing a steady stream of saliva that splattered upon the floor. She was elated, swimming in heaven as her ass was penetrated so powerful by the Pokemusu Master. Over and over and over again, Hiker pushed his cock into her ass, the rippling flesh, the bouncing water, the endless pleasure, getting stronger and stronger and stronger.

And the Goodra... ah, to have such amazing sex in such a dirty place! And for her first time no less! Her pussy was throbbing like mad, labia twitching as her desire hit its zenith. Just a few more, and he'd have her cumming from her ass! Harder! Harder! She was practically begging for it now, even pressing and slapping her ass back against his waist, meeting him over and over again; pound for pound! Hiker's grip on her hips and waist also tightened, rutting her place where with one, final, massive

SWHAP!

He pushed into her so deep, her plush posterior ground up against his waist. And as his balls drew up close to his body, he let out a deep groan and--

“GUHHH!”

“GAAAAOOOOOUH!?”

It ran straight from his balls and through his dick, roaring like a rocket ship straight to Venus! A torrent of thick cum, spurting and shooting out of his dick into the Goodra's greedy asshole. Its heavy weight and warmth drew a moan from her lips, her body growing loose as she even slumped over upon the bathtub's edge, resting on her heavy tits. Maybe it was her status as a Goodra, but she knew what goo was. And, fuck, was his cum so gelatinous, so warm, so heavy, so fucking perfect! Feeling it ooze into her tight anus, spurting deeper and deeper, absolutely making a mess of her body... FUCK! It was exhilarating!

But the Goodra was not to be outdone. His orgasm triggered her own; a thick maelstrom of cum that only a Goodra could offer! Cunt, twitching and twitching, throbbing and throbbing, more and more, squirting! Squirting!

SQUIRTING!!!

“GAAAA!? GAAAOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUDRAAAAAAAAAA!!!”

Her legs spread out wide as best they could as she leaned on the bathtub's edge, her pussy letting out a gush of her draconian cum. And, damn, was it unlike any orgasm any other female could give. It wasn't just a stream of clear juices, no, it was... thick. Incredibly thick. And when it came gushing out, it did so with a roar.

SKIIIIIIRRRRRRRTTTSSCHHHH!!!

Imagine a gallon of water being splashed on your thighs. Now imagine if that gallon came squirting out of a hose. Now imagine if that water wasn't really water, it was instead something thick and opaque, not to mention gray in color. Now imagine if it was hot. Very, very, hot. Yet it did not burn, no... it felt... nice.

That's what the Goodra's orgasm was like.

A thick, strange substance came audibly squirting from her pussy, splattering upon Hiker's thighs and mixing with the bathtub they were in. It was heavy and weighty as well, thick and stringy like the goo her body created. But where as that was clear, this was gray and... snniiifff... smelled so sweaty and... mmm... tasted so salty as well. Hiker sat there, lapping her juices from off his palm, while the Goodra finally fell over, unable to even move after such a mind-blowing orgasm.

“Gaaaaahh! Gaaaaahh! Gaaaaahh! Gooooooohhhh!”

Her panting echoed into the air, while Hiker stared down upon her body. Pulling back slowly, he watched as his thick rod came sliding out of her anus, leaving it gaping slightly as his seed oozed out of it. She sat there, twitching, groaning, mewling, her widened ass struggling to close back up after being so thoroughly brutalized.

And even though her face laid pressed against the floor, an expression of pure ecstasy adorned her. Her eyes were rolled back, her long tongue resting out of her open mouth, while spit and drool oozed from her maw.

So that's what sex is like, huh? She loved it.

“Are you... ahem... are you ready for another round?” Hiker asked.

And though she still didn't have a comfortable grasp on his language, she still somehow understood him.

“Maaaassstttt...”

…

Fwump!

Oh... that's large. A lot of space even. Huaaah... but the scent... mmm... who'd a thunk that Goodra could smell so nice? Gotta make sure to jot that down in notes later on...

The amber light of Hiker's lamp illuminate his bedroom, though he was currently face to face with a certain Goodra's cunt. Such plump labia lips, twitching slightly as he eyed her so deeply. To have it so close to her face and... sniiiiffff... mm... the aroma that wafted from it. And... splat... splat... yes, even the juices that fell from it upon his face. Mmm... such a delicious sight indeed.

The Goodra sat atop his body, his head between her thick thighs, the both of them stark naked. Having made their way to the bedroom following their 'bath', she wondered just what else this human man would do to her. Instead he positioned himself beneath her body, his head between her legs, his cock standing up tall.

Just... what position is this?

“Maaaasssss?” she muttered, confused but willing to learn.

Instead Hiker's hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her lower half down closer to his face. Gasping, her eyes rolled around out of confusion, only to feel something incredible adorn her southern lips.

“Mmmffff!”

“GOOUAAAH?”

His lips pressed to her lips, sealing around those labia and immediately sapping her strength. Mmmfff! What he tasted in the tub secondhand did not equate to what he was tasting now. To eat from her body now, sucking and slurping up those juices so headily. Mmmmfff! Amazing! Hiker groaned and moaned as he performed his oral, his tongue slithering inside to stroke along those silken walls. Rubbing, poking, prodding, stroking; everything! The Goodra moaned and groaned in response, hips shaking and wiggling as he ate her out so skillfully!

Her lower body sapped of its strength, the Goodra fell forward, her arms keeping her propped. However, her green eyes found themselves locked with Hiker's cock, how it throbbed and stood proud between his legs. That very same tool which – moments ago – pounded into and made a mess of her ass. Sniff sniff... mmm... it smelled nice. Sweaty and hot, the lime-scented soaps from before even giving it a slight aroma.

Well... he was currently tasting from her cunt down there so... shouldn't she repay the favor? His cock was standing right there, begging to be touched, to be played with, to be explored. Drool starting to hang from her lips, she nodded and moved in, her mouth wrapping around his cock as best she could.

“Mmmmff! Oh...!” Hiker gasped, stunned by the sudden oral around his length.

Her mouth was so wet, warm and, yes, gooey. The strange substance her body produced surrounded his cock, oozing along his length and making it throb even harder inside of her mouth. And that's to say nothing of her tongue, which slithered and coiled around his length like a snake all its own. Squeezing, clenching, stroking, drawing out moans from his mouth that fueled into her cunt and through her body. Hiker let out a loud grunt even, while her sensual juices flowed into his mouth.

He drank from her, and she drank back, pulling the pre out of his dick with her sloppy skills. She wasn't the best at oral, but damn, was she fucking enthusiastic about it! Pulling, sucking, slurping, needing it, desiring it, wanting more and more. Her rumbling lips tightly tugged at his dick, her oozing, gooey spit slowly streaking down upon it.

Her hot, heavy, sweaty body pressed tightly to his, her hands too reaching out to grab him by around the waist. Pulling in, deeper and deeper, moaning around his cock so hungrily so... whorish as well. How could anything this amazing exist in this world? Tasting him! Sucking him! Drawing him in deep into her mouth. It grooved along her jaw, slid into her throat, her tongue feeling his proud veins, his throbbing glands; everything!

“Hrrrrrggghghghgghhhhh!”

Such whorish moans indeed.

Fuck, Hiker's cock felt so damn heavy, so damn sensitive! If she kept sucking like that, he'd fill her mouth and throat with nothing but semen! Considering her unique physiology, that probably wouldn't be so bothersome. Goodra can breathe underwater, you know.

It took everything in Hiker's power to not start thrusting up into her mouth. With how wide it was but tight her throat, he could have easily fucked it like her ass or pussy. Just push and push, and she'd take it, over and over again. He knew she would!

But...

“Haaaaaahhh!”

That's not what he wanted to do. Maybe next time, yes, but this time, no, he wanted to fill a different part of the Goodra's body. Perhaps even there was just some degenerate part of him, one that desired to feel the rest of her body. Fucking her ass, her mouth, her throat... haaah... there was but one area left.

Suddenly Hiker's grasp on her tightened, making the Goodra yip. Pulling away from his cock, she looked down to face him, feeling his lips press even harder upon her gooey cunt. Sucking, slurping, tasting that much more. For a virgin like her, any amount of oral was too much, but Hiker did it with such extreme fervor and hunger. Licking her lips, delving his tongue as deep into her as he could go, even pulling back to bite and nibble upon her clit.

It was probably that part that did it for her.

“GAOOUUH!? GOOUAAAHHAAHHAAAA! MASSSTTEEEE!!! MAAAASSTTTTRRRRRR!? MAAASSSS!? EIEY? GOOOOUUAAAAHHHH!!!”

SKIIIIIIRRRRRRRTTTSSCHHHH!!!

The room shook, her roar so great. Her legs too wobbled, a rushing torrent of her cum squirting hard from her cunt. The thick, opaque, gooey orgasm completely covered and coated Hiker's face, almost like he had taken a full on facial himself. How heavy it was, warm too, oozing and splashing upon his face and mouth. He stayed there beneath her pussy however, basking in the dirty flow of her squirting cunt. Moaning and groaning throughout every moment of it, he allowed her juices to sit on his taste buds, drinking it down, pint by pint.

But not too much... anymore, and she'd probably drown him.

“GAAHH! HAAAAH! HAAAAHHH!”

Her panting flowed through the bedroom, her body having fallen on Hiker completely. But with a push he moved her over upon her side, allowing her to gaze up. She was a bit tired, her limbs relaxed, her chest rising up and down with her every breath, causing her breast to wobble. Hiker steadily began rising however, her cum having made a mess of his face and hair. But when those brown eyes opened, they stared at her not in disgust, but in desire.

To see such eyes come from a male in fact... it made the Goodra's cunt spasm.

“Maaaassss...” she groaned with desire, her hands reaching out for him.

Hiker moved over, positioning his body right between her sumptuous legs. Pushing open her thighs, he locked his eyes in on her cunt. It ached for him, yearned for him, desiring that thick rod in its entirety. So... why not give it to her?

“MaaassstttEERRRRRRR!?”

Gah! She was so sensitive! The mere touch of his cock's head burned, so feeling it spear inside of her felt even more intense! Folds separating, then grabbing, then holding him in, deeper and deeper and deeper. Hah, so tight as well! Was she clenching in on purpose? Hiker thought about telling her to relax, but he knew she wouldn't understand.

Oh, who's he kidding? He wasn't thinking that at all! If anything, the only thoughts that traveled through his heads were ones of primal desire!

Pat...

His cock had pushed in as deep as it could go, his pelvis laying flush against hers. Staring into her face, so much of her gooey sweat had marred her visage, making her look so slutty and needy. Hiker didn't say a word, instead smiling as he clenched his arm around her waist, pulling her in closer.

“Gooaaah?”

Wow... he was surprisingly strong.

Hiker guided the Goodra up, sitting her in his lap, her pussy still speared on his cock. Due to the difference in size however, his head laid right between her breasts yet again. Those large, busty, warm, breasts. He kissed her between her tits, eventually guiding his kisses and lips over towards one of her fat nipples. It was so hard, so rigid, and just begging to be played with. So...

“Nomph!”

“GOUUH!”

His mouth wrapped around her nipple, sucking on her hard. Drool sliding from her lips, the Goodra leaned her head back to let out a crooning cry. Her arms meanwhile wrapped around his shoulders, holding him close and dear. Yes, she couldn't risk the thought of him leaving; she wanted all of this!

Hiker's hands slid away from her sides, eventually coming down to rest right on her ass. Such a nice, fat ass... mmm... squeezing them, his fingers sank and sank and sank. Meanwhile, his brown eyes opened up to stare in her face, that lust and desire revealing itself once again.

She was in his grasp... there was no escape.

PAT!

“GOOH?”

PAT!

“GA-HAH!?”

PAT!

“OOOHOOOH!!!”

PAT!

“MASSSS! MAAASSS!!!”

Screwing her eyes shut, the Goodra took every pound of Hiker's cock into her oozing slit. Thrust after thrust, making just as much a mess of her ass as he did her pussy. But she could take it, oh yes, blow after blow. Her cunt wasn't like any normal creature's pussy; no, it was just as gooey as one would suspect of her. He felt her walls, how tight they were, but there was so much slime and ooze within her pussy that it was like he was penetrating jelly.

Mmm... delicious... yummy... jelly.

If the Goodra wasn't slimy before, she was certainly slimy now! Her body had gotten so hot, it covered not only her form, but Hiker's as well, as well as the mattress beneath them. His every thrust caused her oozing sweat to splash about, splattering on the walls, the floor, hell, some even got on the ceiling!

That desire swelling within her, the Goodra began thrusting back down to meet Hiker's cock, pound after pound. Her fat ass quaked and rumbled because of that, more ooze splashing, more moans leaving her. Her third orgasm for that night was coming, and it was coming fast! Just a few more thrusts, and she'd be making a further mess of him and his bedroom!

But Hiker didn't care! One orgasm, two, three, four, five, et cetera et cetera, it didn't matter! He'd give her as many orgasms as he could, and then some! Why? Why? Seriously, why? Was there even a reason for it?

No... no reason... just pleasure... endless, endless pleasure.

The Goodra was seeing stars, her cunt milking his dick for all its worth. Just a little bit more, and she'd have it, just--

PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT!

And...

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

Not to mention...

SCHWAP! SPLASH! SMACK! SLAP!

And finally...

“Ahhh!?”

“GOOOOUUUUUDRRRAAAAAHHHH!!!”

A wicked torrent of Hiker's virile spunk came spluttering within the Goodra's cunt, filling her body with a new substance that was so unlike her goo. And much like before, she felt it. Its warmth, its weight, its texture, its everything. That intense heat flowed deep into her cunt, spurting and mixing in with the juices her body naturally produced. It filled her to the absolute brim as well, triggering yet another discharge from the Goodra's cunt.

SKIIIIIIRRRRRRRTTTSSCHHHH!!!

Hiker gripped her tightly, feeling her massive orgasm douse his lap and cock yet again. That thick, gooey, syrupy substance was now mixed with his cum, filling the air with the overwhelming stench of amazing sex. Splattering, splashing, covering his thighs, cock, legs and bed in her sensual juices, all while her breasts wobbled and bounced.

Ecstasy... heaven... paradise... euphoria...

The Goodra's eyes rolled back, her mouth open in an 'o' shape, while whorish groans left her plump lips.

She shook... wobbled... groaned... and...

“Ahhhhh...”

FWUMP!!!

The two fell over in Hiker's bed, the Goodra resting on her back, while he rested atop her, his head stuffed between her breasts. Oh, such soft tits too; he wouldn't mind going to sleep on them. But he didn't, instead pulling his head back up to lazily gaze at the Goodra before him. Her green eyes, her dazed face, this goofy smile... heh heh... she looked so cute.

“No more... crying right, Goodra?” Hiker remarked, the Dragon Pokemon replying with a slurred.

“Goooooaaaaaah... Maaaasssss...”

“'Masss'...? What does that mean?” Hiker asked, “Why are you saying 'Massss' a lot...?”

“Maaaassssttttt...”

“Maassttt...?”

“Maaaassttttt... eeerrrrr...”

“Maaasstt... eerrrr...? Wait... wait... Maaassst... eerrr...? Oh! Oh... oooooohhh... Massstterrrrr... 'Master'... You're calling me 'Master'.”

“Maaaassssstttttteeeerrrrr...” she said as she tapped his nose.

She was a smart girl, he'd have to say. She probably heard him being called 'Master' by his other Pokemusu and picked up on it. Perhaps she thought that was his name as oppose to a title. Regardless, it was a rather fitting thing to call him. Not just because he was the Master of the other Pokemusu, but because he was now her Master as well.

What? Did you really think he was going to give her up now?

“Maaaaasssstteeeerrrrr...” the Goodra said once again, her slimy, sweaty hand stroking along his face.

“Well if I'm 'Master'... then we have to come up with a name for you too, don't we?” Hiker replied, though he knew she couldn't really understand his voice all that well, “Why don't we call you... hmm... oh yes... I know...” he smiled from cheek to cheek in a beaming fashion, “Everglade...”