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Love has No Bounds

A Frog's New Year's Resolution

New Year's Special 2022

By J.C. Solis

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It was now the Friday after the fun of Christmas, and the whole of Lakeshire Town was recovering from a day of celebration, of eggnog and present giving. It was all a time of elation and fun, of family and friends, and a time where those close to one another got to spend quality time with each other. In a few days from now, next Sunday, would be the arrival of New Year' Day, the start of the year 2022. It would be a brand-new year, a brand-new time of cheery joy, and another night of endless alcohol and food. And the people of town were getting ready to party themselves silly yet again.

But this morning, the cold was the main thing that was on many people's minds. The snow was still piling in droves outside. Needless to say that it was colder than Hell-frozen-over, and many people found it difficult to get out of bed. The warmth of the blankets was just too comfortable. The cold of the outside air made it too difficult to start the day. Even if hot cocoa was in abundance, this still didn't prove to be incentive enough for some to want get the workday over with.

For Saria Price, this proved to be more accurate than anything else.

Saria tried getting out of bed. She honestly wanted to get started with her day. But the snowy weather just didn't agree with her. She lived in this large, snowy town her whole life, but winter always seemed to make her sluggish. The only other person who seemed to suffer from the cold climate even more was her partner, who also seemed to be unable to get out of bed. He was an amphibian, after all. And even with the space heater on and with thick woolen blankets, the cold still got to the young woman and her Greninja lover.

Razor turned around to face his partner. He opened his eyes, his sky-blue irises looking at the emerald-green eyes of his partner. He smiled as he looked at her sleepy face, seeing how much difficulty that she was also having with getting out of bed. The two were so alike in this manner.

*sigh* "Want to get out of bed, Saria?" sighed Razor as he put a hand to her cheek. "I know I sure as hell don't want to, but we got a whole friggin day ahead of us, of course."

"Hehe, I know, right?" replied Saria. "It sure was cold last night. The weatherman wasn't kidding when he said that this Christmas was a frosty one." *sigh* "Oh well, what can you do? The more we wait around here, the harder that it's gonna be to get out of bed, Froggy."

"Oh I know, My Sweet Trainer. We have to bite the Bullet Punch eventually, I guess."

With this in mind, the trainer and his pokémon moved aside the blankets. Saria was wearing a pink pajama outfit, one which looked rather toasty and comfortable. She hoped out of bed and decided to switch into her every day, regular black blouse, and red long skirt. The only difference was that because of the cold weather she put on some white tights underneath her skirt to keep her legs warm, and above that she put on a pair of black thigh high socks for extra warmth. Considering how cold last night was, she would need that extra but of warm for the rest of the day.

Saria then went for an item on her bedside drawer that was near and dear to her, a new accessory to her outfit. It was an S&M style choker collar with a loop in front of it in the shape of a heart. It was a gift from Razor after their first session on the bondage rig. She loved it so much, and so decided to wear it as a sign of being under ownership. Few people except those who knew about the practice would realize the meaning behind the collar. To everyone else, the choker was just an accessory.

But for as keen as Saria was to wear it, she didn't feel too keen to tell her friends about it. She and Razor were afraid to tell them that they were now into bondage for fear of being ridiculed. In fact, the only friend who knew was Justin, for he knew the meaning behind the collar. But being the good friend he was, when he confronted the two about it he promised to keep their practice a secret. The only thing the kind young man wished was that the pair would have fun, take care of each other, and try not to take things too far. The two couldn't agree more.

Saria walked up to the dresser mirror to fix her hair. Her flowing red locks were a mess.

"Well, what do you want to do today, Froggy?" asked Saria. "We had the whole friggin week furloughed because of the holidays. Today is Friday and we still got nothing to do. I guess it's good that I don't have to work. But I just wonder what we can do today after being such lazy bums."

The Greninja went up to the dresser mirror as well to wipe his head.

"Simple. We'll be having sex, sex, and more sex, My sweet."

Saria burst out laughing. "You horny frog. The scary thing is that I know you're serious."

"Well, we can do other things if you want, Saria. But sooner or later, I'm going to have you strapped to the Bondage Rig, and I'm going to have my way with you until I'm either satisfied or until you cry for mercy. Gre heh."

"Is that a threat, Razor?"

The Greninja turned and put a hand to her left cheek. "No. That is a certainty, Love."

Saria grinned wickedly at her partner. She couldn't wait for that moment. With her mind filling with the thought of the fantasy, she returned to grooming herself.

"I find it odd that I've suddenly become a fuck toy, all of a sudden. We grew up together. You helped me grow up, and I helped raise you. If little Saria knew that the very pokémon she helped raise would be doing kinky things to her, she'd be kinda confused... and a bit terrified."

"Well, little Razor would be freaked out as well, Saria. He wouldn't dream of hurting you or touching you in an inappropriate way. The only reason I can do all of that now is because of how much trust you now have in me." He then turned her around to face her, his sky-blue irises staring at her emerald gems. "I love you, Saria. I love you with all my heart. It is only because of your trust in me that we can have some bondage fun. That choker on your neck is the symbol of that trust. And I don't ever want to take things too far, to where you actually get hurt."

These words touched the young woman to heart. She lunged for and hugged him, wrapping her arms around him pulling her lover towards her. Razor reciprocated the hug, wrapping his arms around and putting a hand behind her head to pull her towards his own. The two kissed, with Saria's lips touching the upper lip and upper tongue of the Greninja. The two shared their little moment together, and with that they broke the kiss as their smiling faces expressed their joy.

Suddenly, the sounds of rumbling filled the room. Saria and Razor clutched their stomachs, giggling a bit at how famished they were. With nothing else to do, the two headed down the stairs to cook in the kitchen. Saria got out some pancake batter while Razor got the utensils. After mixing ingredients to make the batter, they poured little puddles of it onto a heating skillet, which Razor had prepared earlier with daps of butter. Saria had put little berries pieces into the batter, and the delightful aroma of the fruit made the moment even sweeter. All the while, the coffee maker was pouring a strong brew into the coffee pot beneath it, the smell of coffee brew combining with the pancake scent to form the quintessential aroma of breakfast.

With piles of pancakes in each of their plates, a large cup of coffee that was mixed with sweetened creamer, and with all the topping and add-ons for the pancakes, breakfast was now finally ready. The two sat at the kitchen table, taking big bites off the food on their platters. It was little moments like these that the two enjoyed. It was moments like these where they got to really enjoy some wholesome bonding. Later on in the day, perhaps they could go for something more risqué.

With their delicious breakfast done and their bellies full, the two decided that a trip over to the PokéPark was in order. They needed to walk off their full stomachs. The two put on their coats and scarves, for today was indeed a very cold one. The temperature was a frigid 22 degrees, and when Saria creaked open the front door the two felt just how cold the outside air was. Razor gave a bit of a shivering spasm as the cold went up his spine. He was glad to be wearing an extra thick coat and scarf.

"Freaking hell, it's cold," shivered Razor. "Can I get a Marcargo around here to heat up the temperature a bit?"

Saria burst out laughing. "Hahaha! Oh relax, buddy. It's not that cold. At least the sun warmed things up a bit. Last night was getting close to sub-zero."

"In that case, let's have a pokémon use Sunny Day to get the temperature up. It's still an Ice-types paradise out here."

With Razor done griping about the cold, the two went on their way to the PokéPark. There the two hoped that the hot cocoa vendors were still selling the official chocolate flavored beverage of Winter. Despite it being a Friday there still weren't a ton of people at the park. But since it was vacation for a lot of schoolchildren, there were still plenty of kids out doing all of the same activities as they normally would. There were even plenty of kids skating on the now frozen pond, their metals skate gliding across the ice surface as they went about doing tricks to impress their friends and overall having fun.

It was when the two went to the battle courts that Saria and Razor saw some people that they recognized.

Rosemary and Dante were seen on one side of a battle court duking it out against Kiara and Lance. The Inteleon and the Lucario were lobbing moves at each other, with Dante shooting at Lance with Snipe Shot and the Lucario returning with Aura Sphere. Both pokémon dodged each other's moves in the nick of time, and with that the battle commenced.

"Hey there, fellas!" called out Saria. "You guys getting a good battle in?"

Kiara turned around to see her dear friend walking up to the court. Without missing a beat, she bolted right for her.

"Saria!" cried out Kiara in glee, hugging her friend as she collided with her. "Oh, I'm so glad to see you. I was hoping that someone would come to cheer me on. Rose and Dante are such good fighters. I never knew that Rose was such a talented trainer, even though she says she hardly ever battles."

"It's true!" called out a voice from behind them. The Galar native spoke out to defend herself, speaking in her usual Queen's English accent. "I don't battle all that much. I only took part in the League back home for a little while, but I flunked out of it by the third gym."

"Well, I imagine that my skill has been what carried this battle though, then," said Dante. He then looked at Razor with a bit of a smirk. "Hello there, My reticent and well-regimented amphibious friend. How have you been doing throughout this frigidly fine morn? Have you been tending to the needs of the fair maiden who you come accompanied with?"

The Greninja grimaced. Ever since the two met, Dante has always been rather coy with him. The Inteleon loved vexing him in the Christmas party last weekend.

"I only understood half of what you said, Dante," griped Razor. "And if the rest of what you said were insults, then I'm kicking your lizard ass in the next battle after you're done with Lance."

"He just called you the strong and silent type," explained Lance. "Though to be honest, I can only agree with the former. You can be a chatter box at times, Razor.

"In that case, I'm going to battle you too once I'm done kicking this lizard's rear back to Galar." And with that, the Greninja added another person to his shit list.

The Lucario and Inteleon continued on with their battle. The two duked it out for the next fifteen minutes or so, with Lance getting close enough to use Close Combat on Dante while he in return used Hydro Pump to blast Lance away from him. Both were intensely powerful moves, and both of the pokémon were battered from the intensity of their battle. The two were now panting hard as their legs were close to giving out. But neither side seemed to want to give up. The indomitable will of both pokémon made sure that they stuck around to the very end.

But their trainers knew when their pokémon had enough. Kiara and Rose called it a draw, and with that the battle came to an end. Dante and Lance walked up to each other and shook each other's hands, as did their trainers.

"That was a helluva fight, Dante," congratulated Lance. "No wonder you were primed and ready to take on the Pokémon league back in the day."

"Well, to be frank I am still a bit rusty, my dear chap," replied Dante. "I just need to practice my old techniques a bit more before out next battle. I promise you a more different battle once I'm back to my old strength."

"I look forward to it."

Razor admired the sportsmanship between his friends, especially with his newer friend. Dante was not a sore loser in the slightest. He rather enjoyed going about in an honest battle. Though he seemed to have chosen him to use as a punching bag for his jests, Razor found that there was more to this cheeky Inteleon then meets the eye. Afterall, it was barely last week when he first got to meet Dante for the Christmas party. If he spent more time with him, he might see more to the blue lizard.

"Alright, now which one of you two is ready for a whooping," challenged Razor.

"A whooping is guaranteed at our health levels," said Lance with a sigh. "I don't have any more fight left in me. I'll faint if I go even more."

"Same here, mate. I'm all plum tuckered out," agree Dante. "Maybe next time we can have a bout and you can throw me one of those water ninja stars that you Greninja fellows throw around. Then, I can show you how an Inteleon like me can shoot water from my hand at supersonic speeds."

"You're on, pal! Get ready for a beatdown next time!"

It was then that a racket was heard off to the side. The trainers and their pokémon wondered who it was but judging from the voice it was a person that they all knew well.

The Anti-Poképhilia priest Father Matthew Grint came walking down the park path with a small flock of followers. The priest could be heard preaching about the importance of Christmas and what it's significance was all about. But though Saria and Kiara looked on at the man with scorn, Rose and Dante didn't have a clue who the man was.

"Who is that loud fellow over there?" wondered Dante.

"He looks like a priest to me," noted Rose. "Is he from the Church of Arceus here in town? I thought it was Pastor Cristian Solis who ran the church?"

"He's from the church organization but doesn't have an actual church to him. He's more of a traveling priest, and a pain in the ass to Poképhiles everywhere," frowned Kiara.

The Galar natives had question marks over their heads, and seeing this Saria felt that she had to explain the situation.

"That's Father Matthew Grint. He's a staunch Anti-Poképhilia Crusader, and he's been getting into everyone's business as he tries to sniff out Poképhiles," Saria clarified. "I've had a few run-ins with him myself, and he is not a nice man. I hate being around him, and he makes me nervous."

"He makes all sorts of people feel nervous," added Razor. "A lot of people can say that the priest tends to have high and mighty, holier-than-thou attitude. He thinks he's so good, following the work or Arceus and all that noise."

"Mostly he's just a loudmouth," clarified Lance. "I hope he doesn't cause a ruckus this time around. I hear that he's come under fire for supporting Team Shroud. I don't think that anyone who supports a terrorist organization should be in the position of a clergyman, to be honest."

The friend could all agree on that. It wasn't a good idea for anyone to want to associate themselves with a group known for causing violence. But the priest didn't seem to mind.

The six friends watched as the priest went on his way with his flock. He went to a hot cocoa vendor and paid for a cup of hot cocoa, taking small sips from the beverage. Even his thick black coat and clergy robes couldn't completely keep out this frigid cold, it seemed. The six looked at the man walk by, with him not so much as giving them a glance. For sure he must have seen them, for they were right in the open. But the man walked by with his flock, not so much as batting an eye.

"As you all know, Christmas is more than just the time of Santa Claus and gift giving. It is a special holiday where everyone gathers around to spend time with each other," the Priest continued on. "It is a holiday that Arceus himself had-"

The priest droned on as he lectured more about the significance of Christmas. At least he wasn't going on a tangent about the immoralities of Poképhilia, at least not yet. But that was soon to change.

"I just shudder how our lord and father must feel with these Poképhiles about, defiling this holiday so special and making a fool out of The Alpha. He would-"

Rose and Dante got to hear the tirade that the priest was going on. Their friends weren't kicking when they said that the Priest sounded rather full of himself.

Saria and Razor looked at each other, hoping that the presence of the priest wouldn't cause a riot to occur. The priest was no stranger to controversy. It seemed every time he was present there was a great big event taking fold. They would learn to trust this instinct.

A small group of people, around four strong, walked up to the priest, the looks on their faces that of anger and aggression.

"Hey! You're that asshole clergyman who is supporting those Team Shroud dinguses, right?" called out the leader of the group. "How can a priest and holy man like yourself support those bunch of ingrates? Haven't you heard of the shit that they've been causing?"

The Priest turned to face the man, his look that of calm contempt.

"I would recommend that you don't talk to me in that tone, young man," warned the priest. "I have a good mind to reprimand you for using such foul language."

"You're a monster!" cried out a lady from the group. "My younger sister was hurt by those Team Shroud goons over in the Iron Valley. Can't you see that they're hurting innocent people?"

"If your sister was attacked by Team Shroud, then she must be a Poképhile, or someone who supports their cause. I have not much sympathy for those who stray from the path of Arceus and his teaching." The priest didn't mince words, even as the young woman broke down in tears.

The friends were appalled by what they just heard. The callous disregard for life that the priest showed boiled their blood. Saria looked at Razor, but they had no idea what to do. Not only was this none of their business, but they could bring suspicion upon themselves for standing up to him. One look at their friends and they could tell that they also felt the same.

"You obviously don't give a flying fuck who gets hurt, so long as they follow your holier-than-thou bullshit," called out the protestor leader. "You're wrong about everything, buddy. These Poképhiles are no different from you and me. And keep this insanity long enough and you'll get what's coming."

"Is that a threat, young man?" challenged the priest. Upon saying this, the priest's followers walked up to defend the man, their numbers much larger than that of the protestors.

"No, it's a certainty," said another member of the protestors, this time being a tall man who was consoling the brokenhearted woman. "We won't get into a fight with you, but others will. Your teachings are hurting those who don't deserve to be hurt. And one of these days, The Alpha is going to come after you for spreading all this violence around. There's a special place in hell for people like you, Father."

The protestors turned around and walked away in a huff, letting their threat simmer with the priest as He and his fellows looked on adamantly at them leave. It was all a rather nasty event that could've ended much worse than it did. But the message was clear: the pro and anti-Poképhilia crowd were heading for a collision with each other soon, and neither wanted to give in to the other.

Saria looked rather pensive, wondering what this would bode for Lakeshire Town. The last major riot that took place was earlier in December, and many people were hurt and came close to dying. People and their Pokémon did battle, and it was a melee of fists and pokémon moves. It was good that people managed to keep it together during Thanksgiving and Christmas, but the tension was still in the air. People were afraid of the next riot. People and their pokémon wondered when the next fight would occur between the two sides. Lakeshire Town was the epicenter for the whole Daegar Region. It was the most active and conflicted place in the whole country. And it showed on the faces of the townsfolk and their pokémon just how scared and anxious they were.

Saria turned to face her friends, their looks silent and meek. They didn't want to hang around the PokéPark any longer. They all just wanted to head back home. With the day now ruined, Saria and Razor gave their goodbyes and left for their house. They didn't even get the chance to buy a piping hot cup of cocoa. The two would just have to make do with store-bought cocoa powder that they had in their pantry.

The two entered their house as Razor took a dive onto the sofa loveseat, cracking open a book while his trainer went to get the hot chocolate ready and bubbling.

*sigh* "Well, today was a total write-off," sighed Razor. "I was having fun until that priest bastard got into an argument with those protestors."

"Yeah, today wasn't all that good," added Saria. "I was even hoping to get a cup of cocoa from Gustavo the Drinks Vendor's cart. He even had chai tea lattes and cappuccino drinks. I wanted to give those a try as well." She then got out of the kitchen and went to sit on the loveseat with Razor. "Well, I guess there's nothing we can do about that. The ready-mix cocoa will be done in a bit. I have the temperature set to low so it'll simmer well."

"Store bought it is, then."

"In the meantime, what do you want to do, Froggy? It's still the afternoon."

Razor lowered his book and leered at her with devilish intent.

"Oh, I think you already have an idea what I want to do, My Sweet. It's something in the morning I said would happen."

Saria's cheeks blushed red, her heart pounding as she knew what he meant. He closed his book and laid it on the table. He then lifted up his hands in a menacing manner at her, like he was going to latch onto her. His face was sly with a wicked smile; he was going to enjoy this. He got off his seat and grabbed her by the waist. Saria didn't stop him, and even if she wanted too he was much stronger than her. All she could do was giggle as he picked her up and put her on his shoulder. For a skinny looking frog, he was certainly strong; then again, Saria was not a heavy girl to begin with.

Razor carried Saria up the stairs towards the three doors of the hallways. The one front to the left was their bedroom and the one in the center was their bathroom. The right door was their special room, the one which they knew was where their fun was going to happen. The Greninja opened the door with his free arm, and inside the room were all the toys and gadgets at his disposal.

This room, formerly their storage room, was now converted into their sex dungeon. Then again, it was still used for storage, but the items were all pushed to the side to make room for the Bondage Rig and for a few toys and tools for their BDSM sessions. The rig and toys were hidden behind a wall of stuff, which served as a hiding spot against anyone who peeked into the room or went into it by mistake. It was here where Saria and Razor were going to have their fun.

Razor put Saria down so that she could get ready. She slowly took off her clothes, kicking off her shoes and socks, all while her black blouse and red skirt came off with ease. Now in her panties and bra, Razor could see how supple and bouncy her tits were. He came up and put a hand to one of her breasts, cupping it and giving it a little squeeze. He then took his other hand and placed it on her other breast, his webbed hands cupping her tits and playing with them a bit. It was always fun to mess with her bust. After having his fill, he then undid the straps behind her, and with that her bra fell down.

Her breasts were as white as cream, as was the rest of her body. The only clothes she had on now were her pink panties--which Razor was now pulling down to reveal her pink snatch underneath. He loved seeing her naked like this. It was only a shame that she had to put on her submissive outfit in order for her to use the rig properly.

Saria walked over to the wall, where a black leather harness was dangling from a hook. Taking it off, she undid the straps and started putting it on her body. The straps covered her thighs and waist, but left her pussy and ass exposed. She put on the upper portion of her harness, the harness having circular rings that went around her breasts, leaving them exposed. Now that she was in her harness, she turned to see Razor, who was now wearing a strip mask that went around his eyes and head. And in his hand was a spanking rod with a small whip at the end. It wasn't often that he got to use this, but he figured now would be as good a time as ever to use it. He had plenty more toys which he wanted to use.

One look at the Greninja and one could see the sinister intent in his eyes. He eyed Saria like a Lycanroc at a Wooloo. He was going to have his fun with her and do all sorts of things to her body with his toys. With her body now willing and waiting, it was now time to get started. But before the fun began, he went to a side drawer and got out a small little clip-on badge from it.

The badge had the words "Razor's Toy" on it. He turned around and waved it at Saria teasingly. She looked expectantly with a grin on it, noting that it was now time to take on her role in this sex scene. Razor walked up to her and clipped the badge onto her choker collar, and with that the lass was branded.

"Oh, I missed doing this to you, My Sweet," said Razor as his head approached her, putting a webbed hand behind her head, and pulling her gruffly towards him. "I'm going to have my way with you. I'm going to make this one of the most satisfying moments that both of us will have ever had."

Saria nodded her head.

"What would you like to do first, Master?" she asked, now taking up her role.

Razor pulled her close to him, feeling her uneasy and expectant breathing.

"I think we can start off slow, shall we?"

Saria moaned as she felt something rubbing her snatch. She could feel his hand rub her clit, doing circle around her entrance to stimulate her. A shiver went up her spine as she felt the rubbing. She then felt a sharp smack on her ass, her lover putting the spanking rod to good use as he smacked her with the whip part. But the rubbing and spanking didn't last long, for he went away to get another toy from the toy drawer. He got a small, cylindrical device, one which looked like a regular dildo, though this one had a knob at the flat base while the pointed end had ribbing on it. He also brought out a tube of warm lube, which he would be sure to use plenty of during their session. The last tool he got was also a blindfold. He put the dildo, blindfold, and rod off to the side. For now, it was time to hang her up.

Razor strapped her slowly onto the rig, spreading out her legs as she was tied to the lower part, and her hand raised up to the air and tied to the upper part. But before he would get on with the session, there was still a matter that needed to be made clear.

"What do you want to use a safe word, slut?"

She knew what she wanted.

"The words 'My Lover' as always, Master."

"Well, there's nothing wrong with going with the usual." He put a hand to her cheek, looking at her eyes with a bit more warmth. "Just say the phrase, and I'll let you go. I plan on using you for as long as I can till I'm satisfied. Until then, let's see how much pleasure and excitement you can take, slut."

He then turned to grab a blindfold for the side, which he would cover her eyes. Not knowing what the Greninja was going to do to her would certainly increase the sensations a bit more. But before the blindfold was put on her eyes, He first grabbed the dildo and displayed it to her face. He wanted her to know what he was going to do her next, and what was next was going to be some toying. He took the blindfold and covered her vision. All she could see was black from that moment on. He then took the lube, squirted a small amount, and rubbed it onto the toy. From there, he slowly inserted the dildo into her awaiting sex. When he felt that he could go no further, this is when he twisted the knob at the bottom.

It was clear that this 'dildo' was more than just a dildo.

Saria moaned loudly as she felt the dildo vibrate, realizing that it was in fact a vibrator. It wasn't set to a terribly high setting, but it constantly stimulated the young woman as she stood strapped to the rig. The lubricant that Razor slathered on it only added to the sensation, giving her a warm feeling to her vaginal wall. The combined sensation of the vibrator vibrating and the warmth of lubricant sent her sensational nerves up high. She wondered for how long her pokémon would give her an orgasm torture. But she was far from calling off the experience by using her safe word.

It was then that Razor flipped a switch above the rig to flip Saria over. Since she was safely strapped on, there was no danger of her falling to the floor as she was laid horizontal. Her front was facing down to the ground, and it was here that Razor would get a bit of gratification. His member was already growing from the base of his crotch. His pointed Greninja cock was soon fully erect, ready, and waiting to enter his partner.

"You look rather thirsty, My Sweet? Would you like a drink?"

Saria nodded her head. "Yes, Master. I'd like to drink your cum, please."

"Ask and you shall receive."

Razor grabbed Saria's head as he put his cock to her face. The pheromone scent of Greninja cum came wafting into Saria's nose. The scent was wonderful, and it brought back so many memories of when the two had oral sex. She knew that Razor was going to face fuck her. He was always very rough in this.

"Open," commanded the Greninja.

Saria parted her lips. She barely had time to process what was happening when Razor shoved his cock right into her mouth. She closed her lips onto his cock, applying pressure while also licking the part of rod in her mouth with her tongue. Her mind was full of the urge to please, and the vibrator in her vagina made her even more lusty. Her pokémon pulled back and pushed forwards, sliding his member along her lips, and creating a squelching sound in doing so. The sound was pure auditory candy. Her taste buds were coming to life with the taste of precum, and her pokémon's semen continued to pool in her mouth. She could barely breathe with the cock in her mouth, her breaths forcefully coming from her nose. Overall, it was a very rough face fuck.

Razor, wanting to increase his partner's desire, decided it was now time to turn up the intensity of the vibrator. He bent over Saria to reach the vibrator know, turning it one level up. The increased vibration caught Saria off guard as she let out a loud moan. She wondered if her partner were going to have her cum before he would stick his own cock in her pussy. But for the moment, the Greninja was content with pressing into her face. His movements increased in intensity, his own desire wanting to make good use of his partner's mouth. The poor woman did all she could to please him, applying as much lip strength and tongue licking a she could.

The scene was set for an intense orgasm, but Razor was not quite there yet. He let one of his hands go of Saria's head and instead went for one of her breasts. He put his webbed hand right to her nipple, massaging it and doing circles around it. He had to slow down the face fucking in order to reach and do this, but he didn't mind have to hunch over. It was his partner who would be taking the full brunt of this torture. He loved hearing the sound of her moans as he pressed his cock into her mouth and massaged her breasts.

For Saria, the sensations were all getting too much for her. She wondered how much longer this would carry on. She was nearing orgasm as she felt her most sensitive body parts be stimulated. She knew that Razor was not going to let up on her. He was going to make full use of her body. He was going to get as much out of this as he could.

But soon, the Greninja stopped. He needed a quick pause before carrying on even more. He pulled out of his trainer's mouth, a line of cum mixed with saliva dripping from her lips. He didn't feel like fucking her face till his own orgasm. He wanted to save his sperm for what would come next.

The mind of the woman seemed foggy, for she then made a mistake.

"Boy, you're going rough on me, Razor."

A loud smack filled the room as Saria yelped in pain. She felt herself caned with the spanking rod. Though it wasn't terribly hard, it still hurt.

"What did I say about referring to me that way, slut?" asked Razor severely.

Another smack filled the air as she was spanked again, this time with the whip section of the cane. And another, and then another smack filled the air, all while the young woman yelped and moaned into the abuse and mistreatment.

"I-I-I'm sorry, Master. I-I forgot. Forgive me, please," she pleaded.

She then felt Razor smack her on the ass with his hand, his wide palm slapping her on her rear and reverberating throughout the room. Razor continued spanking her over and over. He kept at it until her ass was red from the repeated hit. And it was only at this point that he stopped.

"I forgive you now. But do that again and I will be forced to punish you even more... perhaps even a bit harder."

The threat of another spanking rang clear in Saria's head, but she loved hearing it.

"I'm sorry, Master. I was a bad girl, and bad girls should be punished. Am I a good girl now?"

Razor grabbed her by the chin and lifted up her head to look at him while he bent down to look at directly. His smile said it all.

"You're a good girl, My sweet. You're being a good little cum-slut right now. And now that I've had my fill of fucking your face, I will now move on to somewhere more wanting."

"You mean...?"

He nodded his head. "It's time that I fucked you properly now, Gre heh."

Razor flipped the rig right-side up again, with Saria once more in an upright position. The Greninja eyed her with mischievous eyes. He turned off the vibrator that was in her snatch, but he wasn't done using it on her. He squirted a bit more lube onto the toy and slathered it on through the whole length. He went to her backside, and it was here where he would insert it next. He inserted the device into her ass hole, the fit rather tight since her body was straight. But since the toy was inserted in a less sensitive part of her body, when Razor turned it back on he set it to the maximum setting.

Saria felt her ass being vibrated and massaged heavily. Though it wasn't as stimulating as it was when it was in her pussy, for sure it would be when her lover decided to fuck her in front. She could only imagine the coy look that her partner had on his face. She wondered if he had anything else planned for her, whether he'd be using other toys, or if this truly would be the end to their sex bonanza. The blindfold kept her from seeing what he intended, and for sure asking about it would only result in her being spanked again; perhaps even harder.

She could only remain quiet as her ass sphincter was being vibrated and her mouth was left with the lingering taste of cum. She then felt his hands grab her thighs and lift her up from the ground. Her upper body was held up by the rig while her lover would hold her in an upstanding position. She could feel his cock up against her awaiting sex, not quite in her but touching her entrance. Her heart was pounding as she awaited what was certain to come. She felt him lift her up and down slowly, rubbing his member up against her, enticing her, and letting her know what was coming.

The sexual teasing was all starting to get too much for her. She wanted something inside her badly right now. She wanted to feel his long cock enter her pussy and give her release. She wanted him to squirt all of his semen as deep into her as he could. She was his cum slut, and she wanted his cum.

And with this in her mind, she would get her wish.

Razor lowered Saria's body onto him, his cock now slowly entering into her awaiting snatch. He had squirted lube onto his member and slathered it through the whole length. As he let her partner down, he let her weight lower herself further and further onto him. His cock slid effortlessly into her with the addition of the lube and was slowly making for the back of her vagina, towards her cervix.

With her legs now up in the air, the feeling of the vibrating being up her rear felt much more comfortable for Saria. She gasped heavily into being lowered onto her master. She had both of her holes filled, and both were being stimulated well and with fervor. She loved the feeling so much, being utterly stuffed in both entrances by thick, long rods. She didn't care if she was going to be fucked within an inch of her own life. She wanted her master to use and abuse her for as long as he could.

Razor's cock soon reached her cervix, stopping him since he could no longer push any further. With this roadblock reached, He proceeded with the next part of the fun. He lifted her up and down in slow hops as his cock slid in and out of her. The warmth of the lube made the feeling of her tight sex even more tingling. The tightness of her pussy only added to that. He thrust his pelvis up as he lowered Saria onto him, his cock sometimes bumping into her cervix and inciting her to gasp. But she didn't say anything as her pokémon got into a good rhythm. Razor kept the rhythm going for a good ten minutes of continuous sex, not stopping a single minute as he heard the wonderful sound of his slave's heavy breathing. The sound and feel of her warm breath on him made the experience all the more delightful.

But soon, the Greninja picked up his speed. He lifted Saria up and dropped her down quicker as her thrust up into her with increasing speed. The lust of the moment carried them through, and their breathing was now quicker and harder. They were approaching the moment of no return, their moment of shared ecstasy on the horizon. Saria's mind was coming apart at the seams from the combination of the vibrations in her ass and her penetrations up front. She wanted to say something to her master to spurn him on. She wanted him to know her feelings and thoughts, but not in a sexual manner.

She wanted to let him know how much he meant to her.

Those thoughts were soon eclipsed when the mind shattering moment came. Razor's cock was still not yet close to cumming, but Saria had now passed the threshold. Her pussy and sphincter started contracting hard as she was now in orgasm. She felt her mind start to come apart from the intensity of her rapture. But her partner was still not yet done with her. She was helpless to stop him as he continued pounding her insides and the vibrator kept going at it. Her spine was alight with spasms of glee that kept shooting upwards. Her poor, pleasure ridden brain could no longer process pleasure as her back spasmed with every slam into her. Her mouth was wide open as a line of saliva dripped off to the side. Her expression was blank as she could no longer remember where she was and what she was doing.

Thankfully, her master and lover didn't go at it for too long after her release. Razor was now at the point of his own orgasm, and he felt the familiar pressure behind his phallus as he kept pounding away at her. He increased his passion even more, pushing as deep as he could go into her until he would reach his moment.

No longer able to withstand his own release, Razor thrust one last time, as deep as he could go. His pointed cock pushed past her cervix, his member actually penetrating straight into her womb. And with direct access to her innermost region, he let his rapture flood into her.

Jet after jet of potent Greninja cum was squirted directly into Saria's womb. The feeling of having her womb filling with cum brought Saria to a secondary orgasm. This one utterly shattered her mind. She lost all touch with her reality as her poor brain failed to process the elation that came with being filled with her lover's seed. All she could feel was Razor wrap one of his arms up to her and pull her close to him for the added romantic effect. She was pinned against her lover, a lover who was not even human. The last thing she thought of before entering the abyss was whether or not Razor was also in elation. She wanted to see his face, to see his smile and joy at having another wonderful sex session. She wanted to know if he was feeling just a bit of what she was feeling.

Razor continued squirting what remained of his semen into his lover's womb, his eyes closed as he relished the moment. He pulled her as close to him as he could, her head pressed onto his chest. Soon his cock was just shooting blanks, his sperm reserves having long since been expended. With his eyes now open he saw her flaccid body as she breathed heavily onto him. He was in his own reverie, but he couldn't help but feel as though he took things too far. Then again, Saria never so much as uttered a single word of the safe code. He knew that she wanted this. She wanted to be mistreated. She wanted to feel her pokémon use and abuse her like the cum whore that she was.

With a wide grin on his face, Razor put a hand under her chin and brought it up. He bent down and planted a kiss on her lips. She was too mind-flayed to kiss him back, but he more than made up for it with his own lip movements. He giggled into the kiss, seeing how good of a number he did on her. Breaking the kiss and looking at her limp expressions, he called to her to check on her.

"Ready to be let go my sweet?" he asked.

The poor woman was barely lucid enough to murmur: "Yes... My... Lover..."

The magic words were said. In a lasting moment of clarity, Saria finally begged for mercy. Razor realized that she would no longer be able to process even more pleasure even if he kept going. With this in mind, he pulled out of her pussy, his cum spilling out of her sex and with sperm dripping from his tip. He reached for her rear and turned off the vibrator, pulling it out and allowing her to get a well-deserved rest. He lowered her legs down, but he knew that she wouldn't be able to stand up for herself. With one arm he held her up while he undid her upper body straps with the other. When the last strap was done, Saria collapsed onto her master, her body limp and no longer able to feel anything else.

Razor had her in her arms. He thought about bringing her to bed in the other room but in the end decided that the floor would do for now. There were blankets pilled above some boxes that were within grabbing distance. With his free arm he untended a blanket and laid it on the floor, all with Saria in his arms. With this done, he gently lowered his partner on the ground and laid her flat. He grabbed some pillows that were also stored and put one underneath Saria's head. The woman was taking slow, gentle breaths. She would need time to recover fully.

Razor laid down on the floor with his lover. Once again, the two had surpassed the pleasure ceiling that previous sex sessions had. But the Greninja didn't care about that now. For now, he wanted to comfort her. It was time for aftercare, and it was these moments of which he was most fond. He pulled Saria towards his body with one of his arms. With the other he petted her head, weaning her off of her elation and slowly bringing her down to earth.

In all honesty, Razor loved the moments of cuddling and snuggling more than anything else. He liked having a good sex session and the bounty of pleasure, but for romance, for tenderness, and loving care he prefer to snuggle with his partner above all else. He wanted her to be happy, to feel comfortable around him, to enjoy her time with him, and to feel his warmth. Hearing her groans and cooing gave Razor the feeling of someone more than just a sex partner.

The two had been together for a long while over the years. Razor wanted to continue going at it with his partner, to love and show her affection. She meant everything to him. Though her still red backside said that he was in this relationship for sexual gratification, his heart said otherwise. The current aftercare spoke of a male pokémon who truly cared for his partner.

And with this in mind, He laid his head down on his pillow until Saria came to.

A full hour passed before Saria started to stir. She groaned a bit as she finally came to. She felt like she was coming off of her perch in the sky, and her mind still felt in the clouds. She felt the arm wrapped around her abdomen and the body behind her that was pulling her towards it. She lifted up and arm and took off her blindfold. She saw that she was on the floor, on top of a blanket. She was still in her harness, and her crotch felt wet from the combination of their sexual fluids. She knew that her lover had been keeping a close eye on her. She knew that she had been watched on while she was recovering from having blasted off into space.

Saria turned her body around slowly to the warm smile of her Greninja lover. With their eyes now locked, Razor put a hand to her cheek as he grinned with a heart overjoyed with happiness.

"Welcome back, My Sweet," he teased. "I hope you had a wonderful time. I kinda felt like we took things a bit too far if you ask me."

"No, we didn't, Froggy. I loved every minute of this," assured Saria. "Though I feel kinda woozy and have a bit of a foggy mind, I loved this moment so much. I don't have any regrets."

"That's good. So you want to try this again sometime tomorrow, then?" Razor giggled as Saria frowned at him. "I'm joking. I want to give you time to recover before we even remotely come close to a moment like this. I was just worried that I hurt you."

"If you were hurting me too much, I would've said the safe word."

"You sort of did towards the end, Saria," reminded Razor. "If I remember correctly, you were so conked out that you basically begged for me to release you."

"Really? Well... I don't remember that well."

"Of course you wouldn't. I said you were conked out, right?"

Razor pulled Saria close to him, pressing her body against his. He was happy that they got to share this wonderful moment. He was glad that he got to spend this wonderful moment with her. And as they kissed for a while longer, he wondered how they were going to spend the rest of the evening. Maybe they could sip the hot cocoa that could be smelled all the way from the kitchen.

"It sure does smell like hot cocoa a lot," noted Razor.

"Yeah, it sure does." Saria also noted the smell, as well as a hissing sound from downstairs.

It was then then that their faces turned to dismay. There was something very important that they forgot to do, and now that something was going to create a mess in the kitchen.

"The Hot Chocolate is spilling!" the two of them shrieked.

Saria, despite having just recovered, got off of the floor as fast as Razor did. While still in their BDSM outfits, they ran out the door to the storage room and hurried down the stairs. They entered the kitchen and saw that the hot chocolate was indeed foaming up and spilling to the side of the pot. Razor grabbed the stove knob to turn it off as Saria put on over mitts and moved the pot to a colder burner on the stove. Plenty of hot cocoa remained in the pot, so at least they could still salvage most of it, but there was also a mess to clean as well.

But when all was said and done, and their worries were swayed, Saria and Razor had a quick look at each other. Noticing that they were still in their bondage outfits, they burst into laughter. They left the kitchen to get cleaned up and in proper clothes.

Who said that this couple was all sex and naughtiness? The two shared comedic moments as much as they did sexy ones...

"Three! Two! One! HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!"

The friends all gathered at Saria's house for the celebration of New Year's. Midnight had just passed, and the friends all cheered and whooped as the hour finally came. Now done vocalizing their glee, they all took a drink of their preferred beverage to commemorate the moment. The friends had all brought cases and bottles of beer and liquor, and they were all sure to get sloshed. The outside was coming alive with the sound of fireworks and pyrotechnic displays. It was all a wonderful moment to share with each other. The snow was still outside, pilled in droves and covering everything. But the feeling of comradery filled every single one of the friends' hearts.

Saria and Razor looked at their friends reminisce at such a wonderful time. They weren't that drunk but had consumed enough to be quite tipsy. The two enjoyed playing party games with their friends for the past hour, all with Kiara having cooked some tasty food in the kitchen with the help of Jason. Just like Jason at the grill, it was Kiara's turn to highlight her skill. And with that Justin, Natasha, Fran, and Saria judged the dishes that the sous chef created and found them to be culinary masterpieces. It was all so delicious and scrumptious, which went down well with the beer and spirits. The friends all had their fun, hoping to enjoy another hour before leaving for home. The morning would for sure bring hangovers that they would all have to nurse.

Saria and Razor looked out a window as they wrapped an arm around each other. They enjoyed looking up at the sky and seeing all of the twinkling stars above. Low and behold, there was one star that was brighter than all the rest. It was a star that had shone on them and their friends all throughout their adventures and moments of love. It was a star that guided them, smiled at them, and was happy to see their jubilation. And it would guide them through the rest of their lives.

"Do you want to make a New Year's Resolution, Froggy?" asked Saria. "Anything you want to say, that you hope for next year?"

"I don't really have one," admitted Razor. "All I hope is that we are happy a still together, My Sweet. My resolution is that I continue to love and hold you close to me. I don't need anything else besides that in my life."

Saria looked up at Razor's sky-blue irises, her warm expression content with what she heard as her emerald gems glistened in the light.

"You know what, Razor? I want the same thing, too."

The two clutched each other tight as the night was coming to a close. It was now a new year, and with it came the chance at a brand-new adventure to come. Poképhilia was here to stay, and these were its champions.

So was the hope for the world of pokémon that acceptance would one day come...