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Matt sighed and raised a hand to shield his eyes from the setting sun, the sky over the trees painted a smooth, rich blend of pink to violet to blue where he looked. The tall, craggy façade of Mount Mortar to one side and thick forest to the other, he and his small group had nowhere to go other than forward – if 'forward' had a clear path, what with the way the trees had started to close in along the route, forcing odd turnarounds and loops that so far had only extended the time he had expected to take in between cities, with the angle of the sun telling him he was currently heading in the clear opposite direction of 'forward'. This was supposed to be a single night's journey, departing Mahogany to the east to arrive in Ecruteak in the west by nightfall, but as the Trainer tried to find the standing lakes between the lines of trees, already he felt more like he would have to break camp here tonight.

“Just a little bit farther…" he mused, lowering his hand to see if that changed anything. It did not. The Buizel hanging limp around his shoulders, stirring slowly with tired, lazy breaths, lifted his head to look. “How's that sound, Blue? Just a bit farther. This is… kind of familiar. Let's see what's around this bend, and if…" Matt glanced down to step over a protruding rock. The nearby mountain had cast its rubble and grit down across what of the land remained uncovered by trees, threading rich rocky red orange between the low-lying fields of grass and also staining his shoes with that bright color. “If that one bench isn't right there, then we can settle in for the night and continue in the morning. That sound good?"

The little water weasel made a noise of exhausted protest, then again rested his head down over his Trainer's shoulder. Matt chuckled softly and reached up to pat at his head and then continued on, careful to keep his other hand looped loosely over the Buizel's lower body on his shoulder to keep him from tumbling off. Blue had been by his side for quite a while now, but the fact that he remained a Buizel meant that there was no way he could take himself, his trainer, and all of Matt's things across the lake now standing somewhere behind them, which meant that the small party had to make their way through the mountain itself – which was why they had left the majority of the afternoon to undertake this trip that should have been relatively short.

It was odd, though. The mountain path had passed exactly as Matt remembered from every other time he had made this trek, but immediately upon exiting things had seemed… different. Not in any ways he could put his finger on, but just several smaller portions had shifted, certain turns of the trail had changed, and then he certainly didn't remember the forest closing in quite like this. Peering down in the dark he took another careful step, tried his luck with the next portion of path, took another, then lifted his head again – and stopped in his tracks.

A murmur in his ear; he swallowed, sighed, and looked around again, the trees having suddenly closed in around them on all sides. That didn't feel right. He reached up to rub between Blue's ears and leaned his head sideways against his partner's body.

“Yeah," the Trainer agreed, “this really doesn't look right. Here, I've got everything in my backpack… let's you and I find a good spot," said with a quick pat at his belt to make sure he hadn't somehow lost the rest of his team, “and settle in, and then we… can…"

That certainly wasn't right, either. It began as a slight tickle along the bared skin of his arms and legs, then strengthened and deepened into a palpable weight in the air. Hard to see in the growing darkness of evening, Matt felt more than saw the mist as it began to close in, as though a heavy raincloud descended right off the top of the mountain and wrapped itself around the woods and everyone inside – which seemed to be just him so far, as he had not crossed another Trainer's path since leaving the caves.

A bunch of different isolated things, coming together, muddling his thoughts and filling him with doubt… hand still at his belt, he thumbed over the ball containing his Linoone, then realized with a pang of dejection that a quick Flash would serve no use here. If anything it might make things worth, that bright light possible bouncing back across the curtain-like draping of caught water in the air.

Another sigh heaved out of him, and he reached out to brace himself against a tree so as not to lose his footing. “What are the chances," he grumbled, “that two weeks after my Sinnoh trip this happens – and I decided not to buy that Defog HM at the shop… 'oh', I said, 'that's not a real move', 'that won't ever serve me', 'why is this even an HM'…" Blue let out another squeaky huff. Matt reached up to pat at his head and stroke his short muzzle again. “Yeah, I know. Just a little bit further. If I'm right, which, let's face it: I'm probably not, there should be a clearing up here, and from there we can…"

He trailed off, then, as the pathway beneath his feet turned from soft mulch and leaf litter to a drier grass, and then further into the mist, a loose, crunchy gravel. That wasn't right. Not at all. One lake behind him, and he had tried to keep the slope of the mountain to one side so that he could follow it to the next entrance, which so far had never come… or maybe it had between the trees, and he had just missed it? Even so, he shouldn't have yet reached the other leg of the lake, and certainly not while travelling in the direction he had been. Slowing his pace, he reached up to shield his eyes again, then felt silly; what was that going to do during the night and underneath this fog? So the Trainer sighed yet again, rolled his head back at his shoulders to look up at the sky he could no longer see, bumbled forward a bit further – and stopped in his tracks.

There was something there. Something there at the edge of the lake, standing so close to the water's edge as it leaned down to drink. Large, four-legged, definitely a Pokémon, but… not one that he had ever seen before. Not in person, at least. It seemed to shimmer in and out of his vision, as though it existed within the swirling mists that had so suddenly spun up; as Matt approached, crouching low and careful not to make too much noise, he had to reach out and brace himself against another tree for the sudden vertigo that hit him. A voluminous crest of hair, or fur, or something, arced up and out of the back of the Pokémon's angled head, this crest constantly swaying and dancing backwards as though billowing in the wind, or more like if it were swimming through slow, gentle water – with a pair of long streamers along its backside as well, supple and ethereal, swirling and twisting, caught in some unseen eddy cutting through the otherwise still and silent mist.

Slowly, carefully, Blue slid down off of his shoulder and thumped against the earth near Matt's feet, staying close by. The Buizel was a lot better at staying silent than he was, but still stayed near him as he made his approach. The unknown Pokémon's figure came clearer in the mist as he drew closer, and an idea began to form in his mind, but that just couldn't…

The Trainer swallowed again and this time reached for the other side of his belt. A quiet snap of the hook, a click of a button, a rapid check, double-check, and triple-check to make sure that the volume had been silenced, and he shielded the glare of his Pokédex in the mist. Scanning, it said. Scanning. No Pokémon detected.

Matt cursed under his breath and glanced up again, ensuring that the apparition remained there in the fog. His other hand came out to rest along Blue at his side, more for his own comfort than anything, as he continued to creep closer. Scanning. Scanning. BUIZEL. The Sea Weasel Pokémon. Buizel's collar can be used…

He shook the Dex and sighed again – but silently this time. The closer he approached, the more clearly the unknown Pokémon came into view, and the stronger his suspicion solidified in his mind. He transferred his Pokédex to his other hand and reached back for his bag, patting at the pockets, trying to find what he was looking for… a moment later, little Buizel paws joined his fingers, and Blue assisted in his search. The little water weasel, after spending so much time with him, could of course sense his change in mood and some of his thoughts, and thus already knew what he was thinking – even if his darn Pokédex didn't.

As he came closer, crouching close to the ground, stance wide and arms out for balance, he kept his eyes focused on the screen of his Dex for any change, all the while the thing ahead of him at the lake still sipped quietly, completely unaware of his presence and approach. What are my chances? he thought, struggling to tamp down the grin spreading across his face. First the lottery, now this… but if only it could…

A second later the screen of his Dex blinked, turned white, and then began reading out again. He already knew it was on silent, yet still his heart jumped as the text began to scroll.

SUICUNE. The Aurora Pokémon. It travels the world and purifies water wherever it goes, sailing on the north wind.

Matt's mouth fell open. So he was right, then. The shape, the posture and pose, the uncanny yet beautiful dance of the mane and streamers, the coloration like patches of cool sky peering through the thick white of the fog, the… way it actually stood on the surface of the water, barely a ripple spreading out from each of its footpaws there. Right on cue, Blue slipped back down from his pack and tottered forward around his side, the so familiar, so invigorating shape of that special ball clutched in his paws.

At least he had this to come out of his Sinnoh visit. A chance run by a department store, a throwaway entry in the lotto while waiting for his mother to finish her shopping, and then by the time she returned from one of the other floors, Matt was just reaching out to accept his Master Ball from winning the first prize. On the trip back he had poked and prodded at it all over, investigating the shape, the color, the construction, everything about it, making sure it was real and legitimate. He had even run it by the Professor upon his return here to verify it, and since then he had kept it in a special pocket in his bag, always checking to see if it was still there, waiting for just the right moment.

The Trainer rolled it over in his hand, thumb hovering over the button, and looked back up to his target. The Suicune lifted its head and swallowed one more time, throat pulsing in a gentle gulp, then swayed its twin streamers for tails – and Matt froze where he was. Beneath the conjoined base of those tails, fully on display for himself and Blue and nobody else here in their isolated pocket of fog – already Matt knew: this Suicune was female. Extremely so. Warm pink tailhole nestled underneath the base of those tails, silky smooth skin puckering into glistening flesh – and then a short span underneath that, protruding from the otherwise smooth backside of the beast, hanging down underneath its own weight, jiggling and shaking a bit with every little movement no matter how graceful…

Matt swallowed yet again, hard. The Suicune lifted its head, crest and mane arching back as it did so, and spread its hind legs to adjust its posture – with that fat protrusion of its luscious sex bouncing again. It glistened of its own slickness and moisture, visible even from here: supple grey flesh rising from the short, thick fur around its base, each little movement showing a quick flash of warm pink nestled inside.

Blue nuzzled up alongside Matt's thigh, startling the trainer a bit and washing his face in a hot blush. He rolled the Master Ball back and forth in his fingers again, willing himself to go ahead and toss it from here, but still he waited, watching, observing… investigating. The Suicune brought her hind legs close together and leaned down to take another sip, this time dropping the front of her body as well and hiking her rump into the air. There in the fog, a thick strand of rich, glistening stickiness swung from her spade, hung in the air for a moment, and then dribbled free onto the already-moistened riverbank beneath her.

Already a hundred different thoughts, ideas, scenarios, and fantasies flooded the Trainer's mind. He and his dear Blue had “played around" a few times before, mostly just with wandering fingers and tongues and lips late at night, spending extra time together, further cementing their bond, and… sure, Matt had thought about other Pokémon before, but never had he actually acted on those wants, and especially not with something like a Suicune.

Well, he had certainly thought about it, and imagined it, and dreamed about it, but never had he expected it to actually happen. Not that that was about to happen here, of course. He was just going to ready the Ball, aim his shot, and take it, and then he could return the center in Ecruteak the following morning and… what? Let it out, walk alongside it? Do a little more? He would have to build up trust with it – with her, as he had with Blue over the years; he would have to battle alongside her, and likely she wouldn't listen to him at first and he'd have to prove himself, and…

And Blue poked over his shoulder again and palpably jumped, a sharp squeak bouncing out of the Buizel's mouth. Matt, startled by the sound, also jumped and fell back onto his rear, just barely managing to hold onto the Ball in his fist. The Suicune now stared directly at the two of them, sharp eyes cutting cleanly through the mist; watching them, she leaned in, slurped up one mouth sip of the still water, and then padded over, stepping over water and gravel just the same, just as graceful, just as silent.

“Your thoughts," cooed a cool, sultry voice in his head, “are extremely loud." The Suicune's crest seemed to glow faintly as she approached; was that a trick of the dying evening light through the fog? “Your expectations are correct. You must earn my trust."

Matt scrambled back a bit until his back bumped against the tree. His Pokédex clattered facedown along the path. She heard…

_ _

“I heard. I saw. I watched." Something like a smile flitted across the beast's muzzle. “I'm flattered. But at the same time, I am amused – you thinking this special Ball of yours will be enough to capture me."

_ _

The ball… Mouth agape, Matt straightened up and looked down at it, resting at a tilt in his open palm. The smooth violet and bright berry-pink of its exterior, dampened and muted under the mist, somehow lost part of its presence and weight in the current situation. For a moment Matt believed she was right: this wasn't going to work, despite the countless assurances, experiments, and mathematics proving otherwise. Works without fail. Catches any and every Pokémon. Guaranteed.

_ _

Suddenly his head snapped up again as the Suicune came close – dangerously close. She smirked down at him from above, her standing at her full height and him sitting back against the tree putting quite a distance between them. She tilted her head, watched his face, glanced over to Blue at his side, and then leaned down. Matt wrenched his eyes shut and turned his head – but a moment later felt a soft, warm breath against his hand, and the gentle touch of the Pokémon's muzzle. When he next looked, she had nosed down close to the Ball, sniffing and investigating. This close to her, paired against her size, it looked just like that, just like a little berry extended to a wild Pokémon.

Her tongue flicked out then, soft and quick and supple, and curled underneath it, and she swept it up as though it were a berry, too. The Suicune held it against her lips as she tilted her head back, balancing it in place there for a moment. Matt, shocked, reached up and half-stood to grab it back, though there was nothing he could do against her: a flash of amber-orange eyes, a cocky tilt of the head, and then she gulped at the priceless Ball just as she had the water of the lake, the smooth purple disappearing into her pink-fleshed maw. Another tilt of the head, a brief thought, and she swallowed, and Matt watched with disbelief and dejection as it pulsed its way down her otherwise smooth throat… and then was gone into her broad chest.

That tongue came out again, swirling over her lips as though she had just devoured a tasty meal. Beside him Matt felt Blue tense and hunker down, readying himself in his usual battle position.

“I admire your enthusiasm, however," the voice in his head went on. The Suicune leaned in and down, coaxing his head up further until he had to reach out, brace himself against the tree, and stand up to follow – and then she turned and brushed along his body and extended arm, fingers sliding smoothly over that short, thick fur. It felt so much like Blue's, yet distinctly different. A Buizel's needed already to be dense and luxurious, waterproof, yet compared to the Suicune's it was like linen to silk. “You do not yet claim the strength to catch me, but there is something else I may… use you for."

Matt swallowed again and reached a hand out to the bristling Blue beside him, willing the Buizel to relax. The little weasel flashed his eyes up at him, then huffed and scrambled up his Trainer's pants leg and shirt to sit atop his backpack over his shoulder. That was their usual arrangement, after all. He watched as the Suicune disappeared around the tree behind them, then slid out from the mist to his other side with her head still lowered, eyes level with his own. A knowing smirk hovered on her muzzle, accompanied by a sharp glimmer in her eyes as she passed by once again – but this time she turned to start back towards the lake, though stopped on the way there.

So Matt waited. She was either going somewhere, or doing something, or… or lowering the front of her body down while keeping her rear up, hind legs spread, streamer-tails lifted up and away, puckered tailhole and needy spade so much closer than before, glistening with wetness in the foggy evening. Those orange eyes cut straight through the fog again as she looked around her body at him.

“If you're up to the challenge."

The Trainer's breath caught in his throat. She can't possibly mean… Hand still bearing the clinging warmth of her saliva he glanced down, glanced up again, felt his cheeks heat up as he got another closer look at her sex fully on display. Anticipation and expectation hung in the air between them, the Suicune watching, Matt hesitating. Something else flashed in her eyes, amusement mixed with urgency, and then she adjusted her posture, shifted – and pressed herself back against the human's half-extended hand.

Matt's first instinct was to jerk it away with a soft sound of surprise, but immediately afterwards he caught himself, reached forward again, and in another few seconds of hesitation spread his fingers over the surface. He had seen a few candid photos, and had caught flashes of this kind of thing in videos, but… other hand resting against the tree behind him for balance Matt spread his fingers and touched and felt over her, along the spot where fur gave way to skin, where that skin puffed up and out and curled back in, along the not-quite-pucker, not-quite-folds at the middle… it protruded. It hung out and away and down from her body, enough that the human could wrap his hand around the base of her spade with a small portion of the pillowy flesh still sticking out of his hand.

He did so, and squeezed, and gave a little tentative tug, but stopped when the Suicune let out a little breath and twitch. Her expression had changed when he peered at her again, but of course he didn't look for too long; having her eyes on him while he stood here behind her, one hand searching and exploring, was just too much for him, and he always ended up averting his gaze again. On his back Blue shifted and came around to his other shoulder, and Matt had to tilt his head away against the constant flicking and twitching of the weasel's whiskers as he sniffed and investigated.

A thick glob of clear slickness rolled down along his thumb, coaxed out from that squeeze and tug, and then doubled when he did so again. This time was softer and slower, trying to listen to that sound and steal a peek at her face to see if he could tell whether it was a good sound, or-

Again the Suicune shivered, and this time pushed up and back closer to his face. So that was a good sound, then. He breathed a little sigh of relief, leaned back, and then brought his other hand up as well, cupping it from underneath to catch that hanging drip of slickness between his fingers and roll it around. Thick and sticky like saliva, so warm, so… it hung between his fingers in dangling ropes when he pressed them together and spread them apart, and with that already keeping him slick he reached up, traced a pair of fingers over the angled folds of her sex, and then slowly, slowly, started to press in.

Her spade smacked and parted around his fingers as he pressed in, the one hand remaining at the base to keep her angled towards him while the other poked and felt its way in. Smooth, soft exterior skin turned to hot, wet interior flesh, unbelievably slick and sleek, the Suicune's insides seeming almost to suck at his fingers and hand and draw him deeper. First one finger and then a second reaching in, sliding around, pressing at those supple interior walls – and she responded in turn, the voice in his head alternating between silence and little chirps and snatches of sound, her body shivering and shaking, her sex tightening, clenching, sucking back against his knuckles, emptying another thick drip along his thumb, his palm, his wrist.

The excitement, the interest, the disbelief, all thrummed through him and kept him sharp and aware – but at the same time he intentionally kept his movements and touches slow and deliberate. When he found something that made her shiver and tighten, he did it again, assuming that to be a good touch; when a hiss slid between the Suicune's teeth and she tugged away, he tried to remember that so as not to repeat it.

Thoughts and fantasies were one thing, but when it came to actually doing these things-

“You do know what you're doing," rumbled that voice in his head. The Suicune, head close to the earth, looked back at him through half-lidded eyes. Her tails streamed down and rested over his shoulders, then wrapped gently around his upper body. “Don't you?"

_ _

Matt froze in place. Blue, still sniffing and snuffling, clambered up atop his head, slid partially off, found his footing again, and then leaned so precariously forward that Matt had to lean in as well, which put his face so close to the Suicune's backside that he could feel the wet, humid heat emanating off of her.

“Yeah," he said, realizing this was the first time he had verbally responded to her. “Yeah, I'm… let me… just…"

Naturally Blue had been able to pick up on her scent before Matt could, but this close, cheek pressed against the smooth fur of her rump, nose and mouth within inches of her plump, heavy sex… the mist swirled and swayed around here, the weight of her aroma almost visible in the air. High, soft, warm, a touch acrid and musky, not at all unpleasant… was it okay to enjoy it this much? The Trainer closed his eyes, swallowed once more, parted his lips, leaned in, and took it in through his nose, noting how he could feel it curl into the back of his nose and throat. Index and middle finger gently buried to the first knuckle past the entrance of her spade with his thumb on the other side, he stretched his hand slowly open, watched as the thick strands of liquid arousal pulled, hung, and broke, tilted his face closer to the wet interior pink flesh, licked his lips…

And the Suicune adjusted again. Atop his head and shoulders Blue squeaked and stumbled back; the Buizel had been doing much the same thing along her tailhole, nosing and investigating, so, so close to-

“Use your mouth," she told him. Matt froze again. The idea and want had been there, sure, but nervousness and anticipation had held him off – but now not only had she given permission, but had basically demanded it as well. “And your hand. Aren't you supposed to be the Trainer here, instead of me?"

This time it was a different sort of embarrassment that flooded him. He glanced up to the Buizel atop his head and shoulders, Blue's interest and arousal also palpable against the back of his neck as much as his own tented his pants, then licked his lips, leaned in… and finally grazed his lips over the puffy flesh of the Pokémon's spade.

Use your mouth, she had said. To what? He ran his lips up and down the exterior, nipped gently, pulled, felt the resistance of the flesh with the slick arousal inside… then brought his fingers up again to spread her open, slid over that warm wetness, tilted his head… and inhaled her rich, warm scent from the source, while Blue atop him pressed into the back of his neck and shoulder. The Trainer closed his eyes and slid his tongue out to drag up along the Suicune's sex, transferring some of that slickness into his mouth – where the scent redoubled again into taste, bright and hot, inviting and intoxicating.

And that seemed to work, too. Again and again he licked and lapped, turning his head one way and then the other, guiding his path with spread fingers and a seeking hand, until the fat pillows of her spade squeezed and pressed around his face, his nose, and his cheeks, and sucked back on him even when he tried to pull back away to catch a breath of untainted air.

A quick glance up, face sideways against her spade now dripping with saliva as well as arousal, showed that Blue was having a similarly good time, the Buizel working his little mouth and lips against the Suicune's much larger tailhole. Wrinkled pucker of skin flexing and clenching in response to his licking and nuzzling, ring of muscle tightening, pulling, moving in reflex against him working his tongue and muzzle in… maybe she's speaking to him, too, Matt realized, and turned to drag his tongue along the exterior of her sex again.

Each time he swallowed he had to do so a second and third time to fully get that taste down his throat, and yet he continued bringing it in until it dripped down his chin and rolled along his neck, and even when he pulled away to work a third and then fourth finger inside of her, all he could smell and taste on each breath was her. Steadily the Suicune still lowered herself down into the doubled attention, Blue at her tailhole and Matt at her spade; he had been hesitant about using his entire hand like this, but looking at the size of her compared to the size of him it seemed like the best course of action – and besides, where he tried to keep his fingers just past those plump, puffy lips, the movement and shaking and lurching of her body squeezed her further down onto him. She cupped his fingers together close to his thumb, pressed down, came up; a thick glob of that same arousal rolled down into his palm and clung there, and then she pressed down again, took his fingers in past the first knuckle, in along the second… still the flesh squeezed and sucked, but it didn't feel as though he were stretching her out past her limit.

This close to her, face still pressed sideways against her slick, wet rump, mouth open and nose squished against the protruding flesh of her spade, Matt could hear every single movement, every clench, every pull around his hand and fingers. Slurping and smacking each time she buried his hand inside of her again, then the suck and pop when it came free, again and again, pushing down a little further each time – until those interior muscles wrapped and squeezed and pulled, and he felt himself drawn in past his wrist until that hand was fully sheathed inside of the Pokémon.

He tugged, and tugged again, but the Suicune's inner muscles kept him caught in place. By now she had lowered the front of her body fully down against the riverbank, with the fog clearing around them in a short radius just so that he could see past her head and little farther. Perhaps it was wandering attention, or obscured thoughts; sensing his realization, those amber eyes glimmered between heavy eyelids, and with a stir of the tails the fog began to close in again.

Blue made a little noise and slid down from Matt's head and shoulders, leaving a trail of his own slickness along the Trainer's neck and back as he went. The Buizel's much more familiar musk, softer and faintly fish, wafted into his nose alongside the Suicune's, so hot and fresh and rich. Hand still buried inside her, he pressed in a little deeper until he met resistance, wet and slick and soft; then he turned his hand over, spread his fingers out, felt the walls of flesh shift and squeeze into the gaps, clenched his fist again, turned, began to pull out. It took him angling his thumb and fingers together and squeezing tight to be able to get any leeway, and that combined with the Suicune leaning forward provided enough for him to pull free – with a wet, sticky pop, and a burst of liquid arousal spraying out underneath his palm and against his shirt.

“More," she commanded him. Matt lowered himself halfway down, crouching back against the tree so that he could hold the large Pokémon's leg with one hand while he turned and twisted his other back into her, the fat lips of her heat-swollen spade stretching out and sliding easily around him, sucking his hand in deeper, burying it yet again inside. Blue patted and pawed at his leg, the end of the Buizel's snout slick and sticky with saliva; while he worked and pressed his hand into the Suicune's depths Matt glanced up and saw the similarly spit-soaked tailhole, partially parted, wrinkle of sensitive skin showing warm pinkish-red on the inside. So he reached up with his other hand, hovered for a second, then brushed his fingers over that spot, the pucker clenching shut in response and then relaxing again – and then clenching yet again as his fist hit a good spot deep inside the Pokémon and made her shudder, and sigh, and squeeze around him again.

By now a good trickle of her arousal dripped down the underside of his arm, itself already moist from the clinging fog. Good thing that still hovered around: Matt had completely forgotten about the rest of the world around them, and for now wanted only to continue with her – as she too wanted, he could tell. He swallowed and leaned in once more, this time running his nose up along the exterior of her spade with his lips following shortly after: the soft flesh pressed and squeezed together as he dug his hand and arm deeper inside of her, the Suicune's back arching and belly lifting up and away from the ground as he did so, and then it pulled and sucked along his arm when he started to slide it back out, the already-protruding flesh stretching out further and leaving a wet streak where it went. Matt used that opportunity to close his lips around the side of it and suck softly, bringing some of that slickness and taste into his mouth again, her scent so strongly overpowering his own especially as he moved faster and harder, as she started to widen her stance and lower herself down.

Panting softly, his own arousal straining in his pants, Matt opened his eyes and looked past the Suicune's rump towards his Buizel in place so close by, paws extended up. He wanted a taste too: against that cream-toned belly and the soft orange surrounding it twitched and throbbed warm, wet pink…

This time when Matt tugged his hand came free without much issue, the Suicune's spade again stretched to accommodate the width. Above him she squirmed and shivered with the motion, chest heaving with heightened, shaking breaths each time he worked in that rhythm, her exhalations occasionally bearing a warm little fragment of a moan both in person as well as in his head. Again it went in, and sucked out, and in; the Trainer turned his hand over, spread his fingers, tugged, and tugged again, now mouthing along the exterior of her dripping spade rather than licking or sucking, breathing in her scent and taste, other hand still fingering idly at her tailhole and feeling inside that wet warmth as well – and when she suddenly flooded his mind with a sharp, chaotic mix of noises and needs he straightened up, tugged again, braced himself against her, pulled his hand out-

-and then immediately covered his mouth with it as the Suicune shuddered, shook, tightened, and then jerked her hips down into the air underneath air, the peak of her pleasure gushing out of her in a thick, sticky flow right across Blue's reaching paws. Matt realized what he had done only a second later when his gasp of surprise and amusement revitalized the Suicune's musk in his nose. As for an actual response, nothing came to him beneath the swirling and energetic mix of overwhelming sensation and feelings coming over from the Pokémon before him, her tails hiked far up, tailhole winking and clenching, and hind legs shaking and shivering still as she dribbled out from her stretched spade, the short fur of her rump smeared and slickened.

Matt sat back and wiped his hand across his mouth, this time intentional: even when he moved it away that stickiness and scent remained. His other hand drifted down between his legs and squeezed and rubbed there for a moment while the Suicune caught her breath, and then he reached over and began wiping the mess off of Blue's face with one hand, while the other teased its way down the little weasel's belly. A few fingers and a thumb as always, gripping lightly, stroking back and forth now with the extra slickness from the other Pokémon's enjoyment… Blue practically melted in his hands, again as always. As he did so he leaned in, taking a deep breath of the mixed musk of two Pokémon, rich and intoxicating… and he smirked.

It has the power to purify dirty water, his Pokédex told him – and realizing this the Trainer perked and looked around, wondering where the device had fallen. The lingering fog made this quite difficult, and besides, he wanted to take a moment to focus on Blue, and then the pressure in his head grew again anyway.

Amusement trickled through from the Suicune. She remained in that same position, rump hiked into the air and head on her forepaws, but now she seemed much more relaxed. Every clench and twitch of her tailhole reverberated down through the jiggling lips of her spade, still dripping idly.

“You want to know the truth of this. I can tell." Matt felt his cheeks immediately burn red. Of course the thought had crossed his mind when he felt her spray around and across him, but that was another thing he hadn't wanted to mention… “Why don't you get a closer look, and… find out for yourself?"

She swayed her hips, plump sex bouncing between her legs as she did so. The Trainer slowed in his attention to Blue – the Buizel squeaked in protest and clamped onto his arm, bending over and grinding in against it – and then leaned in again, this time sliding both thumbs slowly in along the interior of her presented spade. So hot and soft, silky-slick from her finish, it was easy to run in along those protruding lips and part them open to see where the grey exterior skin turned to that warm, inviting pink of her interior.

“Closer."

Matt obeyed and scooted in a bit until he was sitting practically beneath her, the Suicune's size providing more than enough space. Blue had now clambered onto his chest and rolled over onto his back there, the smaller Pokémon's arousal twitching against his belly; Matt lowered a hand to resume on him while still keeping the Suicune spread with the other, the occasional lingering drip of her peak plopping out against his cheek, or his shoulder, or his chest.

He felt her tighten above him again, then relax… and then that slow drip became a dribble, angling out along the exterior lip and then arcing down over his chest near his neck. Then the dribble became a stream, and Matt had to turn his head up and away as the Suicune drained herself across his body, coating and soaking him in hot, wet scent just as she had for Blue, who also lifted his head up into her mark.

Now this was something of which there were several videos, though of course rarely in the scope that Matt sought. He still had his thoughts and fantasies, though, and he had seen a few – a Mudsdale, a Luxray, several Arcanines, naturally – but, like usual, never a Suicune. He sighed and scooted down a little further, even as the Pokémon squatted down above him so close that her stream sprayed back across his face; hand still raised and braced against her rump, he slid his thumb in against the source, felt the heat of it, slipped it in against the stream, then slid it out, spread her open, blinked against the wild spray that caused… and Blue pushed his muzzle up underneath his Trainer's chin, hips pushing and pumping against his hand and between his fingers. Her mark dripped down and across the Buizel's fur, little rivers of warm, clear piss sliding easily, rolling over yet never soaking in; Matt drew his fingers through this mess and wrapped them around Blue again, and within another few seconds the Buizel was shivering and shaking against him, and adding his own mess to what already coated him.

There was definitely a scent in the air from her release, as well. Matt couldn't take his eyes from the view presented before him, so close that he could lift himself up a bit and lick it… so after another moment he did. Blue relaxed back on his chest, stray sprays and drops from the impromptu shower arcing up over his muzzle and mouth opened in quiet panting, while Matt sat up, brought his thumbs in, spread the Suicune yet again… and then mashed his mouth against the base of her sex, putting his nose right up against the saliva-slickened tailhole.

That sharp wet heat sprayed and streamed down across his chin, and curled in over his neck. Already his shirt was soaked, as were the straps of his backpack and likely everything inside, were the standard Trainer-issued bag not completely waterproof. He closed his eyes and took in a breath through his nose, then curled his tongue up and inside of her, lips closing along hers so that he could suck and swallow. Shy at first, careful, unsure what he would think or how he might react: he had done something like this a few times before out on late-night excursions when he could easily wash off afterwards, Blue resting over his chest with paws on his shoulders, or standing up between his legs, or one time, with the Buizel wrapped around his head…

Her taste flooded his mouth, even with what little he caught along his tongue and open lips. Just like her musk, just like the spice of her spade itself, her mark carried a high, faint bite to it, definitely there, definitely piss – and Matt loved it. He closed his eyes, licked his lips of that faint taste, then sat up, leaned in… and ran his lips over hers, felt the heat and spray of her mark, and finally opened his mouth to let her drain directly in. Her presence filled his awareness, from the rush and weight in his mouth to the salt and musk, and with a few swallows he let that presence slip down his throat to warm his body and belly from inside.

Matt popped his lips free again as he rolled his head back, then swallowed again and sighed, lifting his body up into the shower until she pressed and mashed herself against him, rubbing and grinding with that stream pouring down his body, warming his chest through his shirt and trickling down into his pants, Blue squeezed between the two of them. Closer to her finish the Suicune tilted her head back, flicked her tongue out over her chops, then let out a low, relieved sigh. Her stream dwindled to a thin trickle, warm against him – and then suddenly burst again, the muscles in her lower body tightening to squeeze out that last bit.

As she finished up the Suicune lifted herself, spade sticking to the Trainer's shirt and pulling up a bit before it came free. She looked down at him between her legs, smirked, angled her lower body, and let out the last few sprays and drips directly across his face before she stood to her full height, then gave a few little shakes of her body. Matt, without being told, sat up again and this time closed his lips fully around her, that soft, plump flesh filling his mouth and pulling as he sucked, tongue slipping up between her lips and lapping off the lingering dribbles before he came free with a soft pop.

The Suicune was still shaking when she finally lifted up, looked behind herself, and then carefully stepped away from the soaked Trainer and his exhausted Pokémon. With a visible smirk she looked over them, still dribbling slowly behind herself, and then lifted her regal head towards the forest and mountain that lurked somewhere within the thick, swirling fog.

“It is far too late for you to continue on your way," she told him. Matt leaned back against the tree and wiped at his mouth, though no matter how much he tried, her taste still remained. Not that that was a bad thing. “You shall stay here under my protection until morning."

_ _

“Okay," he said. That had been close to his original plan anyway. Now that he wasn't occupied with anything else – Blue slid off his thoroughly soaked chest and flopped into a limp pile beside him – the Trainer reached down, unbuttoned his pants, tugged at the zipper… “Can I just – take care… of…?"

Predatory eyes flashed down and then back up to his face. The Suicune lapped at her chops.

~ ~ ~

Lovely morning sunlight trickling down through the trees overhead flashed upon Matt's face and lightly stirred him awake where he lay. The sleeping back always kept in his backpack laid over a bed of leaves and soft soil had provided quite a pleasant night, as far as rests while on the road went – and he realized as he stretched in his spot and yawned, that he had been provided more than just the pillow he had brought with him, for the Suicune had curled up right by the Trainer's side, though with her muzzle at his legs and that plump spade, sweet grey against the white of her rump, right there against his face.

Still she slept softly, quietly, the voice and pressure in his head gone for now. Matt swallowed – still his throat felt a bit thick and sticky – then sighed and leaned in… and stole a few quick nuzzles amid that lovely flesh, sleek and soft on the outside and still wet and slick within. It was so, so tempting to close his lips on her and suck softly, to stir her awake that way – but wanting to avoid getting ahead of himself the Trainer pulled himself away, flicked his tongue to break the strand of stickiness linking his mouth to her backside, and then moved to wash off. He had stripped his clothing off the previous night and given it a quick wash, since while he would have loved to wear her scent as long as he could, it just wouldn't have been acceptable for him to walk into Ecruteak that way.

Although, he thought as he stepped carefully into the still water of the lake, I doubt anyone would recognize it. Self-conscious now, fully naked and on a not uncommonly traversed route between two cities with the fog dissipated, Matt bustled to get himself deeper into the water to wash. While there though, water up to his waist and constantly looking one way and then the other even though he had intentionally cornered himself in a protective shield behind some low-lying trees, the Trainer's mind and thus hands began to wander again.

Remembering the Suicune's approach and her words, and how she had just presented herself to him; how she had felt in his hands and against his face, so soft and warm, silky-smooth, and then that wetness as well, not quite slimy yet still sticky, slick; her scent, her taste, clinging and lingering, still holding onto his upper lip and in the back of his throat this morning. He closed his eyes, licked his lips, sighed again, leaned back – and then jumped at a small noise in front of him, and jumped yet again when he realized he was being watched.

The Suicune, standing silently atop the water as she had upon Matt's discovery of her the prior evening, tilted her head as she watched. Matt swallowed and, pointlessly, covered himself with his hands.

“I was…" He blinked. “Just…"

She took a step forward, moving silently over the lake's surface. She had to bend her neck almost all the way down to put her eyes level with his, and even before her voice echoed in his head he could feel her amusement.

“Remembering," she stated. “Enjoying. Wanting… more."

The Trainer's excitement perked. That wasn't an offer, was it? Feeling himself blush all over again, he glanced away, swallowed again, looked back… “Could I, um… I was wondering if you could, maybe… you know…" He felt silly. The Suicune tilted her head the other way. From this angle, in front of and well beneath her, he could quite clearly see the plump hanging weight between her hind legs, as well as its shimmering reflection in the water. “For the road, a, um…"

She was going to turn him down. Matt could tell, and the embarrassment continued to rise up. He couldn't even finish his request – which was probably for the best, as he'd have to go back into the deeper portion of the lake to wash all over again, and then…

And then she stepped forward towards, footsteps silent along the water's surface, until she stood above him – and hiked her tails and squatted down right there on top of the Trainer. Already he could feel the humid heat emanating off of her backside. Matt, surprised, looked around at her face, licked his lips, then leaned in.

Right before he parted his lips around her again, though – “This can be the first of many," echoing in his head. Her reflection smiled at him in the surface of the water. Some distance away Blue slid noiselessly into the water, a sleek orange torpedo swirling through the water towards them. “If you wish to catch me."

Matt reached up and spread his fingers over that plump spade. The lips pulled free from one another with a quiet smack at his touch and pull. Energy and arousal revived shot through him again… “But – my Master Ball-"

Another flush of amusement – accompanied by a dribble pattering into the water right in front of him. It came and then went, picking up and then finishing off, as her puckered tailhole deliberately winked and clenched.

“You must retrieve it. If you're up to the challenge."