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Claudia felt her eyes widen slightly as the proud, sexy Blaziken presented her with a more regular, for the most part, bikini set. It was a striped bikini in horizontal lines of white and green colors; the same colors of a Gardevoir. Her colors. She didn't care that the bikini itself was much smaller than any other she'd worn before, it had captivated her instantly. "I love it!" She exclaimed, clapping her hands rapidly.

"You do!?" Johannson chirped, her bright blue eyes shimmering like diamonds in the night sky. "Here, let me help you put it on!"

Claudia accepted the kind offer and soon began putting on the top piece while Johannson helped her with the bottom half. She didn't quite understand why she was so relaxed letting Johannson approach her crotch. Maybe it was because she was a female? Or perhaps because she found the Blaziken charming and sincere in her actions? All she knew was that she didn't regret her aid the moment her short, rounded claws and soft hands touched her skin.

Johannson diligently tied one knot to the side of Claudia's hips, preparing the bikini bottom to be set in place. Moving her right hand around and behind Claudia's ass, she couldn't refrain from copping a feel of her ass.

S-She's just another girl... a sexy, gentle, nice girl that's touching your ass! Claudia thought, trying to ignore the pressing fingertips and the dull claws caressing her buttocks. It's perfectly normal between girls! T-There's nothing more to it, yes! I would touch her, too, if the situation was reversed! Blushing slightly and wanting to take her mind out of such a line of thinking, she focused on setting her bikini top in order.

While Johannson tended to her lower part, she cupped her breasts together and set the small patches of cloth in their proper place. Try as she might, however, she couldn't get them to cover her areolas completely, leaving a tiny glimpse of her peach-rose tender flesh to poke out of all three edges of the triangular bikini. Having to admit defeat, she secured the straps in the front using an effective easy-to-undo knot.

Well, at least it's very pretty and it ties in easily. Uhhh, I think I can see why Johannson and other girls around the island prefer bikini tops or anything else but bras. I hate having to stretch my arms behind me so damn much. Plus, the fabric feels incredibly soft against my skin, Claudia thought as she finished tying her top lashes, taking the moment to lightly grope, cup, and knead her breasts to make sure they wouldn't spill out randomly.

On the other hand, Johannson had difficulty containing her giddiness.

Oh my stars, I knew she would be soft, but her ass is like silk. And yet, I think I just touched some muscle beneath that velvet-smooth skin of hers, Johannson thought as she knotted the other two straps of her bikini in place. Taking advantage of the moment, she copped her ass a few times more ending with a faint grope for good measure. With her suspicions confirmed, several questions popped into her mind. No... not now. I'll wait until we're alone and comfortable. Then, I'll ask... I wonder if it can be possible? Can she be the one I'm looking for?

Standing on her feet once more, Jojo nodded slowly while smiling and even whistled. "It suits you perfectly, Claudia."

"I must agree with her, dear. The Striped Devotion was meant for you," Bertram said as he appeared at the other end of the aisle. Wiping a tear away, he continued. "I'm so happy it finally found a fitting body to match its simplistic but inspiring beauty."

"Thank you, Bertram. I really like it, too. It's so soft and hugs my body so nicely. It's a bit more revealing than I'm used to, but I think this will do for the time being," Claudia said, bowing her head respectfully to the Persian.

"Oh, dear, please don't do that. I am neither old enough to receive such treatment nor am I some wise goat," Bertram replied before pulling out a small booklet from his back pocket. "Now comes the issue of payment. Let's see... yes, that's the one. That'll be two thousand gil or a creampie, can be regular, anal, or throat."

Claudia visibly recoiled at the direct proposal of options placed before her, though it didn't surprise her as much thanks to the warning Johannson had given her. Before she could say anything, the Blaziken stepped in.

"Here you go, Bertram, two thousand gil," Johannson handed out the money after taking it out from the valley of her tits. Sadly for them, Bertram raised a hand and shook his head.

"You know the rules of the store, Jojo. The one wearing the clothes is the one paying, as it is only right and proper."

"Come on, Bertram, make an exception just this once? Claudia arrived today and thanks to me she lost her money and all of her clothes. You know how skittish new residents act the first few days. Claudia could really use a bit of support, yes? Tell you what, do this for us and I'll give you a private show for free tonight," Jojo said, trying to appeal to his more sensible side, licking her lips and pulling at her checkered shirt and top enough to let him see her sweet nipple.

But Bertram shook his head. "Rules are rules, Jojo."

"Don't play hard to get, Bertram! Tell me what you want. I'll even sign an ownership contract with yah for a week. Make that two weeks!"

Bertram shook his head again. "No matter what you offer, I am not going to budge, Jojo."

Wait, did she say 'ownership contract'!? What does that mean!? What does that imply!? I... I'm sure it just means something like being a maid, right? RIGHT!? Claudia exclaimed in her mind, balking at the very concept and idea of what an ownership contract could entail. The fact that shedidn't know what that was but feared the implications and that Johannson so easily volunteered herself to sign it... it didn't sit right with her. At all.

But if she's willing to go that far for a complete stranger... then what does that say about me if I just stand back doing nothing and watch?

"Uhmmm, Johannson?" Claudia spoke up, ending the small discussion between the Blaziken and the Persian. "I appreciate that you're trying to cover for me. I really like the bikini and it sure is better than being naked, but I think it'd be best for me to pay for it myself if Bertram says those are the rules of his shop."

"Claudia, no... I don't think you're ready to handle this," Johannson said with worry in her words.

Claudia sighed. "You're right, I'm not. But if I'm going to like in Rinta then this is something I better start getting used to, don't you think?"

Johannson groaned. "I hate that you're right, Claudia. But this is my fault and I have to fix this! Please, Bertram, I'll do anything!"

"No!" Claudia interjected. "I can't let you go through whatever the ownership contract is over a simple bikini, Johannson! I'll do it myself!"

"Ehem," both girls shut up when Bertram cleared his throat and turned to look at him. "Dear, why would you try to defend Johannson after everything you lost? Not only your clothes -which I think are better off as ashes if they weren't sexy enough- but you lost the only monetary means of establishing a new life for yourself here in Rinta, my dear. You should exploit the just generosity offered upon you and take what is rightfully yours."

Claudia frowned. "My parents lived by that creed," she said, nearly hissing. "It made them wealthy... but gained them few true friends. I don't and I won't be like them. Ever," dropping to her knees, she continued. "So if I have to pay for my new bikini by making you cum, then I'll do it. It... it can't be too different from when I did it with my ex-boyfriend and I am no stranger to sex."

Johannson's expression was a mix of mortification and pride whilst Bertram smirked knowingly. "Well said, my dear," Bertram praised, surprising the two women. "I may be a genius at my craft and each piece requires the appropriate payment, but I am hardly heartless. Given your current situation and your beautiful heart, my dear Claudia, I believe a discount is in order. Forget the creampie, a handjob with a facial ending will do."

"You are such a drama-loving kitty cat, Bertram!" Blaziken exclaimed before hugging the Persian and burying his face in between her tits. "You're just a sweetheart with whiskers ain'tcha?"

Bertram took a hold of Johannson's head before kissing her deeply. She instantly returned the gesture and Bertram shifted his hands to grope her ass, smacking her asscheeks before pulling at the two-colored straps of her thong, making her moan lightly. The exchange lasted only a few moments, but it was all the foreplay the designer needed. Pulling back, he stood in front of Claudia and unbuckled his elegant pants.

Claudia stared at the hard, hot, and girthy cock that suddenly sprung in front of her face, lightly tapping against one of her cheeks. It's... so big and hot, she thought, gulping worriedly as her mouth started to water at the proximity of his cock. Dammit, Claudia, control yourself. So what if he has a nice, thick, smooth, perfect-looking cock? All you have to do is jerk him off. You've done this before, it won't be difficult. Just as she was about to grab it with her right hand, she stopped and turned her hand to her face. She gave it a long, wet lick before smearing the rigid cock.

"My, my, my. You're full of surprises, dear. You do know how to handle a cock properly," Bertram said before letting out a deep, throaty moan. "And you're gripping it just right, too~."

Claudia blushed but didn't look away. As much as she disliked the reason why she had that experience, she was thankful for the experience and everything she had learned at the very least. "I did say I had some experience," she reminded the Persian. "Is this good, Bertram?"

"Faster, dear. Stroke it vividly and eagerly," Bertram commanded.

Claudia obeyed and began stroking his cock faster, increasing her grip around its girth ever so slightly just so she could give him more pleasure. It was an even pace, not too fast, not too slow. A perfect combination of speed, force, and raw skill. It seemed to work wonders as Bertram began to purr and moan uncontrollably. "A-Am I doing it right, Bertram?" She asked, unsure if he was in pleasure or if she had somehow screwed up.

"Claudia, you are doing fantastic," Jojo praised seeing that Bertram was far too busy enjoying his handjob. "I know you said you had some experience, but how much experience is that?" She asked as she knelt alongside her friend so she could better admire the action.

Claudia's blush turned brighter and her handling of the meaty cock in her hand increased. Her tits began to lightly bounce giving, unbeknownst to her, short but clear glimpses of her nipples to Bertram, which only made him purr louder. "If by experience you mean to ask how many guys I've had sex with, then the answer is only one. My ex-boyfriend," she gulped.

"Faster, my dear, and harder! I want to give you a plentiful mascara!" Bertram ordered, baring his fangs as he began to approach his climax.

Claudia once more obeyed, moving her hand up and down his shaft with increasing strength and speed; copious amounts of pre-cum filtered out of his cock providing all the lube she needed to pay his price in full. She wanked him harder, faster, until Bertram was nearly thrusting his hips in response. Suddenly, he grabbed her head with an open palm and she knew what he wanted to do. Squeezing his shaft harder at the prize of slowing down, she used her thumb to play with the tip of his cock, stimulating him further.

Out of habit, she opened her mouth, ready to receive the load of the Persian. It came seconds later as the first burst of cum landed all over her face. She had to close her right eye as a thick strand of potent white semen landed across her face, followed shortly by another, and another, until her face was almost nearly fully covered in a thin layer of Persian spunk. Some of it landed in her open mouth and she swallowed it greedily, taking only a moment to chew the abundant, yogurt-like substance that had been generously given to her.

"Mmmmmhhhmmmm~," her long moan was the only way she could express how grateful she was, how the hot, thick, slimy baby batter clogging her throat satisfied a thirst she had been ignoring for weeks ever since her break-up with Daniel. Spotting a single solitary strand of that pearly liquid dangling from Bertram's tip with her left eye, she approached her mouth to it and then licked and sucked whatever leftover cum was still hidden inside his urethra.

Claudia ended her service, again out of habit, by kissing the tip of the still throbbing cock held in her hand. It was only then that she noticed her hand was also stained, albeit not as much as her face, with a few strands of cum. Before she could bring her hand to lick it clean, she snapped back into reality and began to panic. Luckily for her, Bertram pulled a large handkerchief from within his vest and knelt down. Slowly, he began to clean up her face.

"Thank you for shopping at Bertram's Boutique, dear," he said as he finished cleaning her up. Once it was done, both Johannson and Bertram aided Claudia to stand and Bertram handed over his cum-stained handkerchief to Lily. Taking out another package from within his vest, he gave Claudia a small paper bag. "Your panties are in here, dear. If you want them back, they are yours. If not, I can dispose of them easily."

Claudia blinked, then smiled. Despite having just performed a handjob and getting a facial, she found the actions of Bertram rather charming and sincere. Her building panic was gone and she accepted the small paper bag. "Thank you, Bertram. I hope you enjoyed the p-payment?"

Bertram chuckled. "Indeed so, dear. You have magic hands. Now, welcome to Rinta. Oh, and come again soon, Claudia."

"Thanks for the bikini, Bertram!" Johannson exclaimed as she gently pushed Claudia out of the store.

On their way out, Claudia spotted the same girl she'd seen getting facefucked in the store. Her face was covered in cum and so were her breasts, but she walked proudly carrying a small bag containing her purchases. Shuddering slightly, she allowed herself to be guided by Johannson until they were a few shops away from Bertram's boutique.

"I'm so sorry, Claudia. I know I promised you I would fix it but...," Jojo sighed.

"Hey, it's okay. I didn't mind paying for my bikini. At least now I'm not naked anymore... even though I feel more exposed wearing it for some reason," Claudia shuddered again before turning to ask. "I have a question, Johannson. Why does everyone bother with clothes here? I'm not asking because I'm a secret nudist or anything like that, but I'm confused. If sex is so open here and you have these strange rules, why use clothe at all?"

Johannson placed a hand on Claudia's shoulder and smiled. "Because it feels so good to use these kinds of clothes! Everyone can do nudity, but using clothes to bring out your sexiness more or give tiny glimpses here and there is so damn thrilling. I love it! Just look at you, girl. Guys are going to drool and jerk off just by seeing you!"

"That's kinda the problem," Claudia whispered, though now she understood a bit more about her new friend and the place she was now going to be calling home. "I don't know if I'll be comfortable living here... though I don't really have any other options now."

Jojo flinched. "Again, I'm really, really sorry about burning your luggage, clothes, and money, Claudia..."

"Hum? Oh, no... no that's not it. Let's just say I'm not welcomed back in my home town and in every other city I'm bound to be recognized sooner or later. I'm bad with complex tasks, my career is next to useless, and getting married and being a trophy wife isn't what I want in my life. At least now I know I'll be a good prostitute!" She exclaimed in morbid humor. "Maybe Daniel was right all along..."

Johannson had no words to offer, but she didn't have to as a short display of fireworks caught their attention, followed shortly by a voice coming from a large podium set on near the beach.

"Welcome, welcome all! We're about to begin our monthly Stockade Competition! Who will win this month? Will it be Cassidy, our current champion or will her sixth victory be taken away by her sister, Rose? Maybe the underdog Isabelle will take the honor? Or will it be another one of our competitors? There's only one way to find out!"

"What's going on over there? I've never heard of a Stockade Competition before," Claudia asked, confused and curious at the same time.

"Maybe we should sit this one out, Claudia," Jojo said, placing a hand in front of Claudia to prevent her from advancing. "At least until you're more accustomed to Rinta's traditions and daily life."

"I had to walk for several blocks holding onto my ruined panties, got nude in front of Bertram, I am wearing my newly bought bikini that barely covers my vagina and nipples. A bikini that I paid for with a handjob and getting my face covered in cum. I think I am well past any surprises," Claudia replied, masterfully eluding the part where she also swallowed a good amount of Bertram's hot spunk.

Johannson nodded, sighing. "Alright, but don't scream or run away when you see it, okay?" The two turned to where a large crowd was starting to gather, even then the cheerful sounds of many watching the event unfolding.

"Please, how bad can it be?" Claudia thought and immediately regretted opening her mouth as she knew she had just tempted fate. They soon arrived and managed to find a good spot for them to see.

The sight they found made Claudia bite her tongue to prevent herself from screaming in abject horror. On the stage, she found ten posts, each one holding a different girl. Some were older adults while others were younger. She recognized one of them immediately. Isabelle!? That Isabelle I met earlier this morning? Isaac's daughter is... is participating in this!? She screamed inside her head.

Even though the Wingull, Isabelle, had been wearing a scandalous uniform, but not the worst she'd seen so far, what she was wearing now was even more so. Her skirt had been replaced by micro shorts that hugged her thick ass while the straps of a g-string proudly hugged her waist and hips. That left only a regular bikini top, not unlike the one she was wearing, to the nipples of her large NN-cup juggers. Both the top and the g-string were of a nice coral color while her shorts were baby blue.

But what really made her scream was that she was tied to a large post with her arms set above her head, exposing her like in the shows she'd seen and games she'd played about slave traders or people about to be punished. And yet, everyone was cheering one name or another. Alongside Isabelle were nine other competitors, all of them dressed in their own particular ways either wearing skimpy outfits or some form of bikinis.

"Oh shit, Kendra is in it too?" Johannson said, amused.

"You know them?" Claudia asked whilst fighting hard against her urge to look away or charge up stage to help the poor girls. Though... since this is a competition and judging by the smiles on their faces, I'm sure they are up there because they want to.

"Five of them. Nope. Make that six. See those two? The Leafeon and the Jolteon? They are Rose and Cassidy, respectively. They're sisters. Actually, they're Charlotte's sisters, too," she said whilst pointing at each in turn.

Claudia saw the Rose first. She had to admit that Rose was beautiful. Then again, every Eeveelution was beautiful, but Rose was practically beaming with sexiness. Wearing a bikini top that hugged her JJ-cup breasts and kept them in place while only wearing a thong to cover her nethers, all in a leaf green color.

Cassidy was the same, her fur standing slightly up thanks to her jolting electricity but that only made her fur shine. Her slightly smaller breasts, J-cup knockers, were constrained by a single V-string bikini, leaving most of her areolas visible. Of all the girls she had seen that day, she was the one that exuded sluttiness the most; her legs already wet from her own pussy juices. Both sisters shared a rocking sexy body, with Cassidy being more toned and fit than Rose.

"Then there's Daphne, the Delphox. I'm surprised she's up for it today. I wonder what got her to compete," Johannson pointed to the sexy Delphox blushing and smiling at the same time.

Claudia nodded, what else could she do except stare at the buxom N-cup, tube top wearing, micro skirt-wearing Delphox?

"That right there is Isabelle, Isaac's daughter. Oh, there he is," Jojo pointed at the Empoleon near the stage, cheering his daughter on. "She always competes but has never won more than third place. We all know why she competes, hehe," she said before winking at her friend in a knowing way. "Now that's a nice sight! The Flygon at the other end? That's Kendra and she's a coworker. I wonder if she has what it takes to beat Cassidy and Rose? She's never competed before."

The fit but lean Flygon was a sight to behold alright. Claudia could see the muscles waxed on years of training and work, she could see the delicate figure of a dancer of form and speed or perhaps a gymnast, which was rare for a pokemon that could fly, and yet, she was seeing that alright. That was almost as impressive as her large L-cup mammaries covered by a micro bikini top that only covered her nipples while her bottom was covered by a thong, both pieces of fabric colored in a fiery red.

"And do you see that Lucario? The one wearing a medic's robe? That's Jean, one of the best doctors in Rinta and also one of my coworkers. I think she's about to finish making sure the girls are ready."

Claudia couldn't hear what Jean was saying to Kendra and Isabelle, but she was scribbling something on a notepad and using a few tools to run a few tests. At least that's what she understood was happening. It didn't take long before Jean turned around revealing a more robust physique, an oddity amongst Lucarios, but her long legs, well-rounded proportions, her purple thong-clad pussy and the two purple pasties covering her nipples and part of her areolas were proof of her beauty. That and the two large M-cup floaters she called breasts. Her face was focused on the task at hand, which promptly ended when she turned to the announcer, a gruff-looking Hitmonchan.

"Say, Johannson," Claudia said, not paying attention to the announcer or that the posts were now moving and the ten women alongside them, forcing them into a kneeling, offering a position in the direction of the crowd. At the same time, she watched a line of eager males, most of them wearing a bandana, she noticed, starting to form on the other side of the stage. "Just out of curiosity, I met a Vaporeon, Emilia, shortly after meeting Isaac and Isabelle. Is she related to Charlotte, Rose, and Cassidy?"

"Why, yes, they are all related. Sisters, in fact. You already saw Catarina in the introductory video, yes?"

"Yes," Claudia gulped. "I don't think I'll be able to forget that particular part."

"Then there's also Irene, she's an Espeon and is the owner of Rinta's biggest and fanciest spa resort. We rarely see her around town since her spa is on the tourist side of the beach. Holly is a Flareon and works as the sous-chef of The Licking Tongue, one of the best if not the best restaurant in Rinta. I love Lorelei and her food, but LeFou is a food artist. You should meet him later, he always prepares new residents a full course as a welcoming gift!"

Claudia's belly rumbled a little. "That sounds pretty nice, Johannson. Would you come with me?"

Jojo nodded. "Of course. I won't leave your side today and maybe you can come and see my work, eh?" She giggled. Before Claudia could ask anything, she continued. "Let's see... Silvia and Jasmine are the last two sisters. Silvia is a Sylveon and is a dedicated artist... she, uhh, is what you would call a lady. A particular one at that," she said in a softer tone before clearing her throat. "And Jasmine is the youngest sister. An Eevee, fresh out of her Coming of Age graduation and a good friend of Lucas."

"I see," Claudia replied, intrigued. "So... what is the contest about?"

Johannson stiffened. "Are you sure you're ready to hear it?"

"Not in the slightest," Claudia replied as the ten girls in the stocks had their thongs, bikinis, shorts, and/or skirts set aside, pulled down, or snapped revealing their drenching cunts. "But that isn't going to matter, now is it?"

Jojo watched Claudia closely for a moment. The poor Gardevoir was trembling, her legs were shaking, her hands were fists, and she was clearly fighting the urge to just turn tail and flee or look away. Then, she smiled. "Now I like you more, Claudia. You're pretty strong, aren't you?" With a sigh, she continued; not giving Claudia a chance to say anything. "It's the Stockade Competition. Basically, ten girls compete once a month in, well, the stocks you see there. It's mostly for tourists, helps them integrate and enjoy everything Rinta has to offer quicker. Point is, the girls get a round after round of cocks inside them; guys fucking them relentlessly for a few minutes without stopping. The goal is to make as many guys cum as possible without passing out or calling it quits."

"..." Claudia nodded, watching as the first ten males began walking onto the stage. "Have you...?"

"Nope," Jojo giggled. "I prefer to be more proactive, though I don't mind roleplaying in the bedroom~," she said in a bawdy tone. "As much as I like exhibitionism, things often get rowdy during the competition. And when I do participate in this or that event I don't do it alone," crossing her arms at the same time the present males lowered their shorts, removed their trunks, or opened their zippers.

With a *clang!* a timer of twenty minutes came to view on top of the stage and the males more or less jumped the girls presented to them. One little trait she noticed all males shared was that they were all rather bulky. Muscular. Powerful. "Oh..." She muttered as she lay witness to how a Darmanitan pounced on small Isabelle, shoving his too many inches to count cock deep within her tight, wet cunt.

"Aaaaaahhhhh~," instead of hearing cries of pain Claudia heard only mewling screams of pleasure coming from the, apparently, bubbly and shy Wingul. But after hearing a cry that she'd only heard coming out of the high porn movies Daniel owned, she came to realize the girl, for all her friendliness, was a seasoned slut.

All ten participants were sluts and within less than a minute they had been reduced to moaning, drooling messes as the males mounting them fucked them relentlessly. There was no other way to put it. It wasn't sex, it wasn't even breeding or mating. What was happening in front of Claudia was the purest, rawest expression of lust and carnal pleasure she could think of.

They're getting fucked right in front of me... and everyone watching them is cheering! Applauding and clamoring for more! Why..., she gulped. Why can't I look away?

"Come on! Show those whores how to please cocks properly!"

"Fill 'em up already! That's the best damn part of the competition, hahaha!"

"Hurry up! There's a lot of us waiting to give those sluts a lesson or two!"

The voices came from all around her, though she couldn't quite make out the words most of the time. And yet, she couldn't detect any ill-will, mockery, or superiority in their words. The words sounded hurtful. They were offensive and distasteful and she hated them. But the emotion, the meaning behind them was lacking. No, not lacking, it was different. Like it was done in fun and a pretended insult.

"Heeeeey, Jojo!" A voice called and Claudia's thoughts were broken right before the first males reached their climax on stage only to be quickly replaced by new ones ready to fuck. Turning to see who had called her friend, she found oddly familiar faces. It took her a moment to recognize the team of four getting close as the ones she'd briefly seen on the video. "Fancy meeting you here, Jojo!"

"Ah, Catarina! Here to see your sisters compete again?" Johannson asked while placing a hand on Claudia's shoulder.

"Pfft, drop the Catarina part, Jojo. Just Rina for you, girlfriend," Rina exclaimed with a smile on her face.

Now that she could see the Umbreon in person alongside what seemed to be her teammates, she noticed that their gear was similar. The Absol next to her was wearing a thin thong that only covered her clit, if that, in a rectangular patch while the same could be said by the laughably small pieces of fabric doing a poor job of concealing the nipples of her L-cup juggers. The fabric seemed to act more like a second skin, creating a near-perfect outline. She also wore a jacket and a small cap, all of it in an electric blue color and an emblem she didn't know stitched into them.

Catarina wore something similar, though her thong wasn't as thin as the Absol's, and her N-cup breasts were somewhat better protected by the use of a mini sports bra that gave a huge amount of cleavage but otherwise protected her breasts. But her nipples and areolas were likewise outlined across the fabric.

Of the two males, a Scrafty and a Weavile, all she could say was that they looked like proper security guards or militia forces. Fit, strong, and masculine.

"-my friend, Claudia."

"Huh?" Claudia looked at Johannson upon hearing her name. Then, she looked at the four expecting arrivals while behind her the sounds of ten women getting fucked reached her ears across the roaring, cheering audience. "Oh! P-Pleased to meet you! You are... the Disciplinary Committee, right?"

"Yeah, most of us, actually. Our boss, Cain, is sulking somewhere around the island, hehe," the Weavile replied. "And Tyrone is... heck if I know? Said he was looking for a drink. Anyways, nice to meet yah, good-looking!"

"Hehehe, yeah! There ain't many Gardevoirs living on Rinta or visiting for that matter! I heard that most of 'em are kinda prudish? Nice to see a few that ain't having a stick up their bumholes!" The Scrafty hollered, laughing.

"While I adore having a good cock up my ass, Alf, if you don't shut up with that crap you'll get my horn up yours, got it?" The Absol reprimanded, noticing Claudia flinch slightly at his comment. "Please, forgive this idiot. He loves to run his mouth but he isn't a bad guy. Just an idiot."

Johannson shook her head. "Claudia, please meet the Disciplinary Committee. Or as I like to call them: the Roaming Fuckers. This is Catarina, the second in command of the group. Then there's Frost. The tough guy is Shade. And the mouth without brakes is Alf."

"Geez, I'm sorry, okay?" Alf apologized. "I was just trying to break the ice."

"Pleased to meet you all," Claudia bowed her head to the four of them. "Excuse me, if you don't mind me asking, what is it exactly--"

"FUCK ME HARDER, YOU LIMP-DICKED BASTARD!"

Claudia closed her eyes for a moment, trying to calm down her racing heart. "--what you do? I've never heard about a Disciplinary Committee before."

"Well, it's fairly easy. During the day the cops are the law, right? I mean, they are also the law in the night, but they can't be everywhere. So that's where we come in," Shade began to explain. "We just make sure a few laws are followed, break up fights, and generally maintain peace. It isn't as exciting as it sounds. Some days we don't have to do much except fuck our hot bitches over here," he pointed at Rina and Frost. "And if we catch someone breaking the law, then we discipline them. Guys get a fine or a night in prison after we hand them over. Girls get fucked."

"Literally! Ha-eeey!" Alf joined in but was immediately stopped with smack to the back of his head by Catarina.

"Why doesn't it surprise me anymore?" Claudia sighed. "Since I'm new to Rinta, I'll have to read the laws to avoid... that thing you mentioned," she said, staring at Shade. Next to her, Johannson merely signaled with her free hand to cut the conversation.

"Y-yeah," Shade cleared his throat. "We'll give you a copy some other day. But now - Come on, Cassidy! Show them why you've won the competition five times in a row!"

"Oh, BULL! No way Rose is going to lose this time, Shade! She's been practicing with us almost every night, remember!? You can do it, Rose!" Alf cried out.

"I'll remain impartial," Frost said, smirking, while Catarina watched the event unfold.

Claudia felt Jojo squeeze her shoulder a moment later. Taking her queue, she turned around in order to continue witnessing the willing defilement of ten women in a public display of debauchery.

But is that really so bad? They look -and sound- like they are enjoying it...

Shaking her head to bury those stray thoughts, she was nevertheless captivated by the sight before her. The ten women restrained to the stocks received an onslaught of horny males plunging their hard cocks into their cunts until they were balls deep. The loud smacking sounds of flesh meeting flesh and open hands hitting jiggling asscheeks. They moaned loudly, demanding to be fucked harder, to have more oozing cum fill their pussies and wombs; only to have another cock replace the sudden emptiness quickly.

"Gaaahh! Gaaah! F-FuuuuuUUUCCK!"

The lustful screams of Daphne suddenly caught Claudia's attention and her eyes were focused on her. She was being roughly handled by a silent Bewear wearing a bandana. The behemoth that was almost as big as a Snorlax pounded hard and fast against her hips, his claws digging into her fur while the Delphox moved violently back and forth. It went on for several seconds until the wooden post started to crack under the mighty force of his fucking.

Then, he roared while wildly smacking Daphne's ass until some of her fur was flying about. It came to an end when he pulled back, his impossibly large member that somehow managed to fit inside Daphne's cunt flopped out of it, releasing a steady stream of white, yogurt-like cum. Then, she went limp.

"Stand back, stand back!" Jean called out, rushing to see how Daphne was doing. After a quick examination, her shackles were released. "Disqualified! Knock Out!"

"Damn, that's just bad luck," Frost muttered. "Taking on a big beast like that Bewear isn't an easy task even at the best of times."

Claudia nodded, not knowing why, but she did. Watching as Daphne was dragged off stage with a wide, bright smile spread over her face and trail of cum in her wake, the competition continued. Twelve minutes to go the timer said, but things around her had turned lively. Catarina and Frost were not bothering with pretending they were not masturbating. In fact, several girls around her were doing the same, muttering quiet whispers wishing to be in the places of the ten -now nine- women getting railed and fucked so savagely.

Realization dawned on her like a bucket of cold water. But as soon as that thought entered her mind, she pushed it aside. Her loins were burning, her stomach felt on fire, and she could feel how wet she was becoming. Around her, males and females alike began to masturbate and kiss; touching each other as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Were they strangers or couples? Did it even matter in Rinta?

Suddenly, Catarina pulled Shade into her breasts, burying his face there. It lasted for about five seconds before the Weavile easily lifted the Umbreon before pushing her down onto the ground. Jumping her a moment later, he began to fuck her tits; revealing that the underside of her breasts were unprotected by her mini-sports bra and granted an easy, tight access to the space between her tits.

Alf pulled Frost onto her knees and promptly began to facefuck her. Around them, a few forgot about cheering and instead focused on fucking right there and then, no doubt invigorated by the show that was still in progress.

"Oh, Claudia, wait here!" Johannson suddenly said, unbothered by what was happening around her. "I think I just saw Richard. He's one of my best friends. I'll go get him, okay? Don't go anywhere!"

Upon hearing that name, Claudia felt a shiver run down her spine. No... no, it can't be that same Richard from the fruit stall, she thought as she followed Johannson's movements until she noticed she was closing in alongside a chubby-looking Dragonite wearing a hawaiian shirt. HE IS THE SAME RICHARD!

Claudia panicked. Oh my Arceus, oh my Mew, oh my Xerneas! I-If he sees me wearing this bikini after what I was wearing when we met he'll think I'm a liar or worse, some kind of whore! Acting before thinking, she spotted a nearby shop and an alleyway. Luckily for her, there was a random large boulder sticking out near the entrance of the alleyway. She didn't think twice before running towards it, unaware that her breasts nearly spilled out from her bikini top by the time she made it to the boulder.

From behind the large piece of rock, Claudia watched as Johannson arrived with Richard to the spot she had just left, the Blaziken asking Shade and Alf where she was. Luckily for her, the two had been to busy fucking their comrades to pay attention to her. She sighed in relief before uncertainty and confusion set in. W-Why did I run away like that? So what if Richard sees me wearing this! I'm sure he'll understand... he's so handsome and cute and good hearted and what am I thinking!?

"Uhhh, pretty lady?"

A voice said from somewhere, cutting short her panicking, blushing crisis. It sounded strong and heavy but also kind of derpy. Looking around, she found no one.

"Ahhhh! Yes, yes. Pretty lady wants to play. I's play with you, pretty lady," the voice proclaimed.

Worried that she was about to meet with Gael or someone like him again, she looked around to make sure she was alone. Suddenly, the khaki-green boulder began to move. Claudia froze and looked up only to find a set of eyes looking down at her. Too late she realized that, in her panic, the 'boulder' was in fact a large and powerful Tyranitar. Far larger than any other she'd seen before standing at least twice her height. "Ahhh..." she breathed out, her mouth going agape from the shock.

"I's understand what pretty lady wants. Fun, yes?" The Tyranitar said, giving her a wide, friendly smile.

Before she could do anything, the biggest cock she'd ever seen slapped her face, though it wasn't painful. The musk alone nearly forced her to her knees. That, combined with the shock of finding her convenient hiding spot was actually alive, stunned her for long enough for the Tyranitar to grab her head with both hands and shove half his rigid cock down her throat.

"Gllrrkk!" Claudia gagged, her eyes going wide as her throat was forced apart by the monster cock now lodged inside it. Unable to find the strength to continue standing, she dropped to her knees and the Tyranitar apparently took that as an incentive to ram the rest of his cock down her gullet until her nose pressed against his tough scales. "Mmmgghhhh!"

"Yes, pretty lady, it feels good for me, yes! Don't worry, pretty lady, I's fill your belly good, yes I's do!" He exclaimed with glee.

Claudia couldn't even think straight as all she knew at that moment was the cock that prevented her from breathing and was filling her throat to levels Daniel only dreamed to match. She tried to pull back, to escape, of course, but the Tyranitar interpreted that differently.

"Pretty lady wants to play, yes? I's play good. Much, much fun to be, yes!" He exclaimed with a dopey smile plastered over his face. Grabbing her head firmly but without hurting her, he began to pull back.

Claudia experienced the unique sensation of having something so big, hot, and hard scraping the inside of her throat as it moved out. She wanted to breathe and at that moment was very thankful for her lack of a gag-reflex. Suddenly, the cock moved out enough for her to breathe through her nose. The relief only lasted for a split moment before he shoved his cock back inside her throat; a task made all easier thanks to her spit and drool now covering his entire shaft.

His balls smacked against the lump in her throat and her nose was pushed back by his groin, but that was only the start of it. He moved back out again only to ram forth. Back and forth. Back and forth he went, each time going a bit faster, a bit harder.

"Mmmpphh! Gllrrkk! Gmmpph!" Claudia gurgled, moaned, and protested at the same time, desperately trying to stop the Tyranitar facefucking her. Her memories provided scenarios in which Daniel had done something similar to her, sweet-talking her into doing it every single time, but what was happening now couldn't even be compared. And yet, her pussy was hot and her bikini bottom prevented her juices from spilling out onto the ground.

She couldn't think straight and most of her efforts were put on just breathing whenever the chance presented itself.

"I don't know where she could've gone to, Richard. I told her to stay put, but maybe someone scared her... she's too new to be left alone on Rinta."

"Poor Claudia. Rinta is an amazing place, but for newcomers, it can be a bit jarring. I'm worried for her."

Claudia's eyes widened as she heard the voices of Johannson and Richard respectively talking somewhere near her. "Mppphh!" She tried to scream but suddenly remembered her precarious position and the shame she felt at the idea of having Richard see her returned a thousandfold, so she let the Tyranitar continue using her throat as a cheap fucktoy.

Richard hummed. "I knew I shouldn't have let her go on her own, Jojo. I'm such an idiot."

"You're a big ol' softie, that's what you are. But tell me, Richard, why the sudden interest? This is the first time I've seen you so worked up about a girl other than me, big boy~" Jojo said in a teasing way.

"It's complicated, Jojo. I don't even understand it myself. But when I looked into her eyes that first time... I... I don't know," Richard fell silent for a moment. "I saw so many things in her eyes. They were like shining jewels, so bright but also covered in grime, if that makes sense. And she's so damn beautiful! Like, wow! My wings sprung on their own. That only ever happens whenever we play, Jojo. But even that was different," he chuckled. "Like I said, it's complicated."

"Oh my Arceus! Richard, are you developing a crush!?" Johannson exclaimed, surprised.

"M-Maybe? Look, all I know right now is that Claudia needs help. Crush or not, she's a new Resident and our neighbor and, hopefully, new friend. So let's focus on finding her first, okay? You go that way, I go the other. Maybe I'll be lucky and find Vivian doing her beachwalk shift."

"Deal."

Then, the sound of clicking feet and some heavy stumps reached her ears as they moved away. He... Richard thinks I'm beautiful? W-Why? Every woman on the island is beautiful and wants to help me? Why would someone so noble, handsome, and pure-hearted say such beautiful things about merely damaged goods? She thought, unable to stop smiling internally despite her best efforts to avoid thinking about him. She moaned deeply, wantonly and it made the Tyranitar growl in pleasure.

It was only a few moments later of hard facefucking that new voices arrived.

"Hey, hey, Tyrone, what do you have there~?" Shade asked as he approached the big Tyranitar.

"Pretty lady wanted fun, yes? W-Where -tight!- where Frost and Rina?" Tyrone asked, unrelenting.

He is Tyrone? Claudia managed to think before gurgling more around his cock.

"Oh, nice, nice. Let's see what we hav-- shit! It's Claudia, Jojo's friend!" Alf said as soon as he saw her. Then, he hit Tyrone on the side, though the big lump didn't seem to notice it. "Hey, Tyrone, stop that, man! She's new to Rinta! She still needs to get a hang of how things work here!"

"B-But pretty lady came to me! Hugs she gave, yes? Open mouth, asking me to fuck her face, yes?" Tyrone excused himself, slowing down in the process as his face now began to show confusion and fear.

"Huh... then maybe she's not at all prudish. Then again, Tyrone, big guy, you know we love you to bits, but are you sure that's what happened? Did she ask you if she could suck you? Anything?"

"Uhhh... uhhhh... I's don't... m-maybe?" Tyrone, now getting worried, stammered.

For her part, Claudia tried to tell Shade and Alf to help her, but nothing other than gurgled moans escaped her mouth even as the goliath's cock had stopped defiling her throat. With--with strong... fast... delicious thrusts, she thought at the same time she managed to take in a big breath before she felt her windpipe expanding to accommodate the intruder once more. Her nose was filled with his musk and her tongue only knew the slightly salty but addicting taste of his meaty cock and smooth ballsack, the latter still slapping against her throat with each pounding motion he gave.

She couldn't really move as she was forced to take it. But with every thrust, with every gargled breath, and with every second she spent savoring that enormous cock, her dislike and terror diminished little by little. She wasn't liking what was happening to her, but now she was starting to tolerate it.

"You know... that's kinda hot... fuck, I just came but I'm getting a boner again!" Alf declared as he slipped his hardening length from within his pants. "Hey, Claudia, you're okay with this, right?"

"Mmmggkk! Glllrrfff! Nnngghhhumm!" Claudia protested as she began to pull back to free herself from Tyrone's strong grasp.

"Damn, I don't speak gurglish. But that sounded like she's trying to pull away," he said while stroking his hard member slowly. "Maybe you should stop, Tyrone."

Internally, Claudia rejoiced as the grip over her head lessened and she was able to free her throat from the strangely pleasant burning sensation that Tyrone's thick, long cock left in her mouth. Able to breathe again freely and gather her thoughts as well as regain control over her senses, the flames of victory burning inside her chest turned to embers when she saw Richard rush past them on the other side of the street with a beautiful Staraptor following him close.

I-I can't let him find me like this! He'll think I'm some kind of hussy willing to take on any cock that's in front of me! She thought in a panic, either ignoring or not hearing a voice at the back of her head asking if that was too bad of an outcome.

Driven by panic, she stopped retreating and moved in again; the phallic monster of Tyrone pushing against the back of her throat and easily going down to fill it once more. D-Deepthroating... I'm actually doing a deepthroat on my own! But that realization barely registered in her mouth as she made it to the base of Tyrone's shaft, taking everything he had to give.

"I's confuse..." the big lug said.

Shade and Alf exchanged glances but then shrugged, smiling. "Looks like she really is a slut at heart! And here I thought she was somewhat prudish back then!" Alf laughed.

"Yeah, same. Well, Tyrone, that's all the invitation you need. Fuck her face like you own her, pardner!" Shade said as he began to jerk off faster and best of all, free of guilt.

Tyrone didn't need more encouragement than that and rudely began humping Claudia's face with the same intensity before his comrades arrived at the scene. The Tyranitar growled and snarled lustfully, never stopping his ravaging thrusting that soon was accompanied by the lovely sounds of a Gardevoir choked moans.

Spit started to fall onto the ground at the same time Claudia felt her consciousness losing grasp over her. Or maybe she was losing grasp over her consciousness? She didn't know. All she could think about was avoiding getting caught by Richard and taking the wonderful cock that was ravaging her throat as if it was a mere fleshlight. She could feel her pussy was absolutely drenched, her hands were gripping hard the thighs of the Tyranitar, and her massive breasts swayed back and forth in tandem with the rough facefucking she was being subjected to.

Claudia didn't know how long it lasted but she knew the end was coming before her nose grew sore from hitting Tyrone's crotch over and over again. Her throat, both inside and outside, however, wasn't as fortunate after repeated thrusts and smacks courtesy of a heavy set of twin testicles eagerly slapping her delicate neck.

"C-CUMMING!" Tyrone roared.

"MMMMMGGGHHHHH!" Claudia moaned as the hardest thrust nearly glued her face to his crotch. Her legs gave out, her arms fell to her sides, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She gurgled, or at least she would've if not for Tyrone's cock preventing her from uttering a single noise while he proceeded to dump load after load of thick, heavy, life-granting cum directly to her belly. She could feel the strands of cum exploding at the end of her windpipe. She could feel just how warm, gooey, and thick it was as it slid and fell into her stomach, filling it to the brim with what was sure to be a few cupfuls worth of creamy baby batter.

"FFFLLLGGHHHH!" She cursed, closing her eyes as the astonishingly pleasing sensation of having her insides filled by so much warm sperm caught her off-guard. Her pussy trembled, clenching around empty air as the most powerful orgasm she'd ever experienced to date broke her senses.

She squirted all over the ground, right there in the entrance of an alley; a cock lodged in her throat, her stomach filled with freshly given cum, and in near plain sight of anyone that so much as gazed her direction.

In her mind, surprised she could still even think, she pictured herself as the very essence of the slut her parents always saw on her. A sinful creature that was the incarnation of depravity and lust. Claudia was disgraced, ashamed, and fearful at the same time. And yet, it wasn't because of the reasons she was oh so terrified about.

She was disgraced, yes, for she had been facefucked by a larger, stronger male; her belly full of his cum. But her disgrace didn't come purely because of the act itself, but because she hardly hated it. Ashamed because anyone could see her, especially Richard, reduced to nothing more than a cheap whore for free use and not because of what had happened.

And her fear? She was afraid, of course, but not of the Tyranitar, Tyrone. The fear of being seen by Richard was there, but it was minuscule compared to the other fear gripping her heart. W-Why am I not disliking this that much? It's unpleasant, disgusting, and vile! And yet... and yet I'm not outraged, not even that angry at Tyrone!

Claudia thought as finally, mercifully, Tyrone began to pull back slowly. It was when she was able to breathe through her nose again that she heard a slight buzz coming from the side. Enough of her senses had returned to let her focus on what was happening. What she saw was a gorgeous Staraptor arriving at the scene. The same Staraptor she'd seen not too long ago alongside Richard across the street.

"Oh, h-hiyah, Vivian, nnnghh!" Alf greeted as he tried not to drool whilst pumping his meat fiercely. "L-Lovely day, ain't it?"

Vivian sighed and let go of her whistle, it resting at the valley of her great M-cup tits that were, by some work of Mew or some other great deity themselves, held in place by a standard issue Rinta police department uniform shirt. The blue shirt with pink outliers was as revealing as Johannson's shirt, if not more so, as it hugged Vivian's body greedily, acting more as a second skin rather than clothes. The cleavage she gave was monumental, ending in a 'V' shaped formation that showed the upper part of her cherry red areolas.

Her face was partially obscured by a thin, red bang that, combined with her expression, only accentuated her beauty as a serious, almost scornful glare shone in her otherwise doll-like face. She wore nothing else except for a thin blue g-string that was nearly lost amongst her short black raven fur and matching tail feathers.

"Alf, Shade, Tyrone. What are you doing to her?" She asked, raising an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Is her name by any chance Claudia?"

"Y-Yeah, she is, oh fuck," Shade replied as Tyrone finished pulling out his cock from Claudia's tight throat. The Gardevoir regained the strength in her arms as she leaned forth, coughing and wheezing but not once a single drop of cum escaped her mouth. "Fuuuuuck, Alf, she's a cock-sucking pro!"

"How the fuck did she do that? I can count with one hand the gals that can take Tyrone's monster juice completely! And Catarina is one of them!" Alf added as he wanked his cock faster, harder.

Vivian, however, was not as mystified as the two males. Taking a step forth, she glanced at the dopey-smiling Tyrone, utterly ignorant of her presence. Then down at Claudia, who was quickly regaining her composure. "Since you know who she is, then you must know that she's a new resident, right? You know the rules, don't you?" She asked, her voice icy and direct.

"B-But it was her who sought Tyrone!" Shade said as some color left his face. "We wouldn't dream of forcing a woman to do anything she doesn't want to unless she's breaking the law or is asking for it, Vi', you know us, hot stuff!"

Vivian raised a feathery finger at Shade. The Weavile promptly stiffened and even stopped jerking off. "I'm at work, Shade. I am either Vivian or Lieutenant, see my cap?" She pointed at her four bars, three small stars insignia. "This means I'm performing my duty as Second-in-Command of the police force, following the law, and, most importantly, upholding it. Now, what happened and tell me the truth. Tyrone," she glanced at him. "Did you assault Miss Claudia?"

"Uhhh... uhhmmm... eeehhhh... I's no remember? Pretty lady hugged me and opened mouth, wanting fun. I's give fun, yes?" Looking down at Claudia, his smile vanishing, he leaned down to help Claudia on her feet while she coughed. "Pretty lady wanted fun, yes?"

"N-No-" cough. "-Not... exactly," Claudia managed to reply, but before she could add anything else, another coughing fit interrupted her.

Vivian sighed while Shade and Alf were about to become ghost-types and Tyrone was confused but he gently set Claudia down, the Gardevoir leaning on his frame for balance. "Look. I don't want to do this, but you leave me with no other choice. Unlike Seamus and many of my fellow officers, I do appreciate the efforts of the Disciplinary Committee and everything it has done ever since Cain founded it. But what you've done is Physical and Sexual Assault on First Degree. I'm terribly sorry, but you will have to come with me to see Seamus at the station."

Claudia listened and watched the entire thing and was ready to aid Vivian in throwing them to jail, but something unexpected happened.

"I... we understand," Shade said, exhaling and nodding. "Come on, big guy, let's go with Vivian to see dear stick-in-the-ass Seamus."

Tyrone tilted his head. "But Seamus no like us, yes? Why must I's go see him?"

"Because we fucked up, boyoh," Alf chuckled. "Cain is going to fucking love this. Some example we are now, huh?"

Vivian, who was as crestfallen as they were, spoke up. "I'm... really sorry. But the Law is the Law. At the very least, I'll see if I can't convince Seamus to lighten up on the charges"

Charges!? Claudia thought in a panic. With her coughing fits lessened, she looked up to Tyrone and her heart sank. The veritable mountain of a pokemon now looked fearful, confused, and most of all, guilty without knowing why. It was like looking at the face of a small child that didn't understand what he had done wrong to deserve punishment. This... this isn't right.

Her anger and resentment died. She was still angry about what had just happened (her belly was still warm and she could feel the cum inside it sloshing happily), but no longer she desired to see them unjustly punished.

"W-Wait!" Claudia said before the four of them could begin to move. "I -*cough!*- wasn't finished!" Clearing her throat and taking in a few calming breaths, she continued. "Tyrone didn't assault me... at least, not entirely on his own accord," she smiled at the Tyranitar who smiled back at her, giving her the brightest, widest, stupidest smile she'd ever seen. "I-If anything, it's my fault. You're right, I'm a new Resident of Rinta and this... all of this is so new and confusing to me. I was watching the show," she pointed at the stage where Cassidy was crowned as the sixth time in a row winner of the contest. "And I panicked."

Claudia looked at Vivian's eyes, pausing to see if she'd say anything, but she only nodded. "Johannson told me to wait, but when she left me for a moment, I wanted nothing more than to hide or I-- I don't know anymore what I was trying to do," she said, looking down. "But I stumbled on Tyrone and I think he mistook my surprise and shock as an invitation to f-f-facefuck me!" She exclaimed, nearly yelling it. It was both tortuous and relieving to say those words. "I-It was an honest mistake, Lieutenant Vivian. Please, they didn't do anything wrong."

To her surprise, the stern Staraptor smiled sweetly at her. "Very well. Since you won't present charges and you've clarified the misunderstanding, I guess you can all go. Just be careful in the future, Tyrone."

"Much I's am, Vivian!" Tyrone said, giving her a thumbs up.

"Hey, Vivian? Could you help us with these?" Alf asked, smiling awkwardly while pointing at his crotch and his hard penis. Next to him, Shade was having the same problem.

Vivian crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Hey, they have a mind of their own and they can control themselves", Shade said.

"Especially when a sexy girl is in front of them~" Alf said, his frin wriggling slightly.

Looking around a couple of times, Vivian entered the alleyway and dropped to her knees. She presented her bosom as she smiled sultrily. "Alright, fine. But you better cum only on my tits, got it? I don't want to spend half an hour getting chewed on by Seamus about leaving cum stains on my uniform again."

Claudia watched the events unfolding before her for half a minute, her eyes glued to it. Wow... Vivian is the definition of voluptuous, much like Lorelei... I wonder if all avian pokemon are the same? Then again, Isabelle was similar, too... but just look at her. She's not just waiting there like a statue, she moves slightly from side to side, moaning softly, pinching her nipples through her shirt... every subtle and direct movement she makes has a purpose, she analyzed the Staraptor's behavior until Shade and Alf groned, their hands a mere blur upon their cocks until several copious ropes of sticky cum burst forth.

They all landed all over Vivian's cleavage and she even moved them around to spread it more evenly without letting it touch her uniform. When it was done, she stood up and turned to her. "Stay safe, Miss Claudia. And please, don't leave Jojo's side again for your own protection. She and Richard were worried sick. If you go that way-" she pointed at the side of the street the Blaziken had run off to moments earlier. "-you'll find Jojo easily enough. I'll go search for Richard and inform him you're safe. Good day."