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Love has No Bounds

For the Love of Frog - Chapter 3 Final

By J.C. Solis

Razor came back to the bedroom, seeing Saria still curled up around a pillow on the bed. She was in her clothes, something which she had protested doing and gave Razor a hard time over. Their bed was also already made, though again with Saria putting up a bit of a fight. The Greninja looked at her with a sorrowful face, wondering what he could do to make her happy. She didn't want to move an inch out of bed, and it was getting to the point that it was affecting her daily activities. It was like she was bedridden from a terrible illness, though in truth the mental illness she suffered from was just as crippling as a physical malady. And there seemed to be no way to console her weary heart and frayed mind.

But feeling that his partner needed more of his attention, he climbed onto the bed and pulled her towards his cool, moist body. He wasn't about to abandon her at the very moment that she most needed his help. And though she did manage to eat something earlier today, the fact remained that she was being utterly consumed by her sorrow. Clinical Depression was a beast that sucked the joy out of everything in her life. And it was such a harrowing experience for the poor lass as she tried her best to recover. She could still think for herself, so she wasn't completely lost.

All that could be down was for Razor to spoon around Saria's body and bring her even closer to him. He began to pat her head, something which always seemed to bring her much joy since she liked being treated like a little girl. Saria didn't protest the head pats and having his other arm wrap around her body, with his hand covering her right breast. It wouldn't be Razor without getting frisky, but again Saria didn't mind feeling her bosom being touched. She was still in a sorrowful state, and whether or not she would be able to break free depending on what would happen later on in the day.

Besides, tomorrow would be Saria's birthday, meaning that her friends were now probably hitting the stores to get her the perfect gift. But the woman was in no mood to celebrate her twenty-sixth birthday, feeling as though it would be better if she were to slink away from the ambiance that her friends were sure to bring in celebrating her turning another year older.

It was then that the doorbell rang, with Razor getting out of bed and going to see who it was. To his joy, Fran and her partner, Christopher the Midnight Lycanroc, were on the other side, along with Jason and Camilla the Blaziken. They had come to see their dear friends, hearing how horrid poor Saria was feeling. He opened the door and welcomed his friends inside, with a worried look on the visitors' faces on hearing about how terrible a strait the poor woman was in.

Soon, the woman herself came out of her bedroom, her hair a bit unkempt and her eyes a bit watery. Her clothes looked a bit wrinkled, given that she had been on the bed not too long ago. Her torso was once more covered by a black tank top while she wore a red skirt with side pockets. She sat down with Razor on the loveseat while the others took seats around the room.

"How are you doing, Saria?" asked Fran curiously. "Still going through a lot?"

"Sheesh, you look down in the dumps," noted Jason. "I get the feeling the bed hasn't been too kind to you, now has it." *conk* "Ow! What was that for?"

"Be more sensitive with your friend, Dummy," chastised Camilla.

"Jason bub is right. Your trainer looks a bit worse for wear, Razor," noted Christopher. "Has she been doing better? I hope that you've been able to put a smile on her face."

"I'm trying, I am," admitted Razor. "The last thing that I want is for My Sweet to suffer any more than she must. I wish I could take her pain away."

It was then that Saria appeared to be a little irate.

"You guys all know I'm right here, right? You guys are acting like I'm invisible or something," said the lass in a peeved tone.

The others tensed up, realizing the mistake that they made. They all apologized unanimously to the poor woman, and with that Saria returned to brooding on the loveseat with Razor by her side.

Her anger gave way to even more mounting depression, with the feeling compounding even more despite being around so many friends and loved ones. She was in a sorry state, just barely able to cope with the immense sorrow that weighed heavily on her heart. She didn't know what to do with her friends, and she honestly didn't feel too hungry at the moment. She also wasn't in much of a mood to go to the PokéPark to enjoy the autumn air filled with spruce and the falling leaves all around. The days and nights were now much cooler, marking it as the time to wear thicker clothes and cuddle up with loved ones around the fire of the fireplace. Saria and Razor did indeed have a chimney in their home, but the past winter was too hot to get to use it.

But the friends all had something special for Saria, and Razor was in cahoots with this plan.

"Would you like to go somewhere fancy to get some grub, Saria?" asked Jason.

"We and the rest of our friends booked an evening over at the Shire Lake Bordeaux Eatery," announced Fran. "And we even reserved a spot for you and Razor. It would be the perfect before-Birthday meal for you and Razor to have. Tomorrow we even plan on having a barbeque at Justin's house, and even Pastor Solis is planning on taking part in it!"

On hearing this news, Saria let out a frown and a sigh.

"I'm not really in the mood to go somewhere fancy. And to be honest, I don't feel like celebrating my birthday. It's just another day to me," said Saria with a dejected face. "I just want to eat something plain and basic here at home."

"Come on, My Sweet, we should go," urged Razor. "You can't remain her at home forever. And what do you mean that you don't want to celebrate your birthday?! We're throwing you a bash tomorrow, and if we don't take you out today for a meal at the eatery, then you're only going to get worse. I can't stand the thought of you falling even more for this... this illness. It's eating you alive!"

"I'll think about it!" blurted out Saria in anger. But soon she caught herself, feeling that she was perhaps too harsh. She lifted her face and looked at her friends. All of them had the same look of worry as all the others. "I'm sorry, everyone. I've just been feeling miserable. I can barely go outside without having dark thoughts enter my mind. I... I just haven't been feeling like myself recently."

"That's all the more reason to get out there and enjoy the moment, Saria," said Jason warmly. "It ain't no good looking out the window, seeing other people being happy while being miserable. And you're gonna feel even shittier tomorrow if we don't celebrate your birthday. We don't want to leave you hanging like that."

"Dumb-dumb has a point, Saria," added Camilla. "We're all worried over you. We can't just sit around and see you rot away. We want you to feel better."

"And you won't have to be alone anymore," said Fran. "You're going to be with all your friends. Justin, Rose, and Kiara will be there as well, and Sarah and Natasha are giving you their best wishes while Sarah is a college and Natasha is working as the wrestling champion. And you know that Wolfie and I got your back."

"You got friends all over who want to be a part of your life," added Chris. "We all want to see you get better. You're as much a part of our lives as we are to you. So please, we implore you to both join us for a meal at the eatery and treat yourself to a little party tomorrow for your birthday. It's the least we can do for you."

This kindness exuded by all of her friends left an impression on Saria. She had no idea that all of them were so worried and sincere with her. They wanted to see her get better, and were even willing to pay for her meal at the fancy restaurant if it meant that she could finally smile. There was something to be said about the deep bond of friendship between her and her friends, and perhaps so even by her Greninja lover. He too wanted to see her happy to have her finally crack a smile and live as joyful a life as could be despite the utter dismay that came with Depression.

Saria knew what she had to do.

"I guess Froggy and I'll have to go then," she finally agreed. "Are the reservations for today in the evening? If so, then allow for the two of us to get ready and put on our best clothes. I don't know what I would've done today if you all hadn't considered taking us out to eat."

"No worries, pal. And don't worry about the bill. Your engineering buds Jason and Justin will fork over the dough for your meal," announced Jason.

"Can you pay for Mine and Wolfie's meal then?" teased Fran.

"No way, Francine. This is just for Saria since she can barely keep it together."

Christopher let out a little bit of growl, not being all that happy with his partner being shot down the way that she was.

*conk* "Ouch! Again with the head hits?!"

"You didn't have to be that brash with what you said, Dummy," chastised Camilla.

"No worries. I got plenty of money for our meals. Just don't go asking me for a bite of our food, since you've been so uncooperative," snarked Fran.

It was then that Saria let out a bit of a chuckle. It was this dynamic between her friends that always proved to be quite amusing. She could always count on them to give her a quick laugh, and for sure she needed the comedic relief that Jason and Camilla were prone to give aplenty.

With the evening now planned out, the friends bid Saria and Razor adieu as the froggy couple decided to get ready for the outing. It would be a fun time, one filled with the prospects of eating out at a fancy restaurant amongst folks who cared for them. It would be a fun time, and for sure some good food would help liven up the poor woman from her current depressive state. Perhaps this was just the thing that Saria needed after living so long under stress and dismay at home.

The two lovers went to the bedroom to get ready for their outing. Saria got her clothes as Razor already went for the restroom to turn on the shower. With the water now nice and warm, Saria removed her clothes and got naked. Her body was still just as beautiful as ever, her cream-colored skin evident to a woman who had fun in the winter months. Her ruby red hair flowed down her back, ebbing around in strands that seemed to be so flawless and pure. And up in front were D-cup-sized breasts, which were pretty bouncy and just as white as the rest of her body.

There was no denying Saria's beauty, her being a woman so pleasing to the eye as to blind others with her gait. But hardly anyone would look at this woman and think that she already had a lover, and even less so to think that her lover was a pokémon. She was a Poképhile through and through, and she loved her cute little Froggy to a fault. But even though she loved her pokémon, she wasn't in the mood to have anything sexual as Razor would join her in the shower. Razor already took the hint of his trainer merely wanting to clean herself. She needed more time before doing things such as shower sex or such.

After a good ten minutes in the shower, the two of them got out of the shower and proceeded to dry themselves off. Razor was just happy to do his part and bathe his trainer, encouraging her to scrub herself with soap and a sponge and clean herself properly. In all sense, he wanted to push her forwards toward the goal of having a good time at the Eatery. In all retrospect, it would be nice to finally leave the house after a long while being bedridden.

"So, what would you like to eat at the restaurant, My Sweet?" asked Razor curiously.

"I don't know," replied Saria rather wearily. "I just hope that we can make it over there. It's been such a long while since I last ate over at the eatery. That place usually gets so full that it's almost impossible to make a reservation."

"Well, then it's a good thing that we're friends with the Sous Chef, gre heh," chuckled Razor.

"That's probably the only reason we can get a meal over there," noted Saria. She then lowered her head down and looked at the floor. "I hope that the gang will be happy with me. I know I've been a downer this past few months, and I just feel as though I don't have the strength for much. But since tomorrow is my birthday, I guess I want to give it a shot."

"There's no need to feel upset, My Sweet. You're in the presence of everyone who loves you. I love you from the bottom of my heart. And I want to see you smile as we make the most out of your birthday and beyond. I know that you can be happy again. I would love to see your smile once more."

Saria walked up to Razor and hugged him. He was such a sweet pokémon, and he was always so close to her. He wanted her to be well, so much that he even avoided sexual activities if it meant that Saria would be too upset to take part in one. The bondage rig in the other room was gathering dust, and Razor was intent on holding back his dominator's urges if it meant that Saria would get hurt by forcing her to do something she didn't have the heart for. And the last thing he wanted was to hurt her.

When all was said and done, Saria looked at herself in the mirror to see herself wearing a white dress and black high heels. She honestly looked like a runway model, or perhaps a socialite with a litany of friends, someone of high class and impeccable caliber. She looked like a million dollars, and she certainly smiled as she looked at herself in the mirror in her outfit. Even Razor was taken aback by the sight of his trainer.

"Looking good, Saria," said Razor as he ogled at his partner. "I gotta admit, you look styling with that dress. People might think you're of high society."

"They would think that, at least until they saw my bank account and saw how poor I am," said Saria with a scoff. "I honestly hope that I don't look underclass at the restaurant."

"You look lovely, Saria Sweet. And I'm sure your friends are going to say the same thing. Now, let's wait for Jason to come to pick us up. He said he'd be showing up at any moment to take us to the restaurant."

Suddenly, a car horn could be heard from outside. Saria and Razor knew immediately who it was, and so they headed out the front door to see the Charger Hellcat Redeye parked outside of the house. It was perhaps unnecessary since Jason lived next door to Saria's house, but they would need to get into the car anyways to reach the restaurant. Jason opened the passenger door and allowed Saria to ride shotgun, all while Razor would ride in the back seats with Camilla.

One push of the car's accelerator and the 797-horsepower engine rumbled along the path. The car was a big cruiser, though it could still go fast at a moment's notice. The whine of the supercharger brought a bit of exhilaration to Saria, especially since the car she was in had so much power. She didn't often get to ride this car with Jason, but whenever she did she was far from being unamused. It seemed that her depression gave way to glee as the car's engine roared down the street, causing a bit of a commotion with the vast swaths of houses and people who were down the street.

The four friends arrived at the downtown Lakeshire Town district, and already they could see the Shire Lake Eatery right next to its pier-side location next to Lake Shire. There was a bit of a line as people walked from the side of the restaurant, waiting for their turn to enter the establishment. In all honesty, the restaurant made a steady recovery ever since it was attacked by Anti-Poképhilia Crusaders earlier in the year. It was a harrowing event, one which even garnered national attention. But the Shire Lake Bordeaux Eatery recovered from the hit, and now people were coming from all over to try the delicious food that the Five Star restaurant offered - up from Four Stars, which was no small part of the hard work of the staff.

Outside of the restaurant were the other friends: Justin with his partner Lillia the Gardevoir, Rosemary alongside Dante the Inteleon, and last but not least, Francine with Christopher the Midnight Lycanroc. All of the friends had gathered around to eat at this establishment. They were all prepared to have a fun time at the place and try some delicious food. But even more so, they were also hoping to give Saria a happy time. She was still down in the dumps, and her friends wanted to change that.

"Nice, everyone's here," noted Justin. "All right, we have the reservations. Let's head on inside and take a seat."

The group of friends turned around and headed for the podium. It was here that a familiar face greeted them all, thanking them for once again patronaging the place.

"Good Evening, everyone. I've already confirmed your reservations, so I hope you'll all have a wonderful time here at the Shire Lake Eatery," greeted Daniel the waiter servant. "Let's just hope that another riot won't tear this place up, am I right?"

The friends could only giggle, remembering what had taken hold earlier in the year here at the restaurant.

The friends were all seated at a large banquet table, a place where they could relax and unwind as they'd look at the menu to see what would be the best meal for themselves. Saria and Razor wondered what would fit them best - one that was both delicious and cheap. Unfortunately, none of the entrées were cheaper than twenty dollars, a sure sign that they were perhaps as tasty as the price made it seem. But there were so many dishes, of many types of meat, portions of pasta, cheeses, and sauces, all of them having some kind of rich flavor that would be sure to invigorate anyone who took a bite out of them. Saria didn't know which dish to get, though Razor figured that he'd go for the Shrimp Scampi. Saria wet with a meaty, three-cheese lasagna dish, something which sounded both delicious and homey.

The friends were then greeted by Kiara, who came out of the kitchen alongside Lance the Lucario to meet with her friends. She was wearing a chef's outfit, something which contrasted with the punk-rocker outfit that she normally wore outside of work. And she was happy to see Saria having come along for the meal - seeing that it was because of her sway that allowed for the depressed woman to show up. After checking up on everyone, Kiara and Lance turned around and headed back to the kitchen. They would need to buck down and make the meals for everyone present.

For one, Saria was enjoying her time here with her friends. She could see their joy and happiness, wondering whether or not she too could also partake in it. It was a time when she could reflect on the joy that everyone was partaking in, happy to be around each of her friends as they talked about life and made jokes with one another. Perhaps Rose and Dante would go off on a tangent in a cockney accent, or Camilla would conk Jason on the head for whatever reason that required him to be taught a lesson. Whatever the case, it was all a sight that made Saria feel involved in something so much bigger than herself. She was among the masses, taking in the ambiance and sights.

She then turned around and faced Razor, the Greninja returning the look and smiling at her as he gave a warmth that she perhaps had not noticed before. She was underneath so much about this warmth and kindness, of being with friends who were far from willing to abandon her as she was within her throes of anguish. And most importantly, she was with her pokémon lover, someone who would never consider abandoning her no matter how terrible her condition would become. He was her stalwart lover, someone who'd stick by her through thick and thin. She meant everything to Him, and he wanted to come up with a way to show her his gratitude.

In truth, it was Razor who planned out this whole outing. He contacted the other friends one day when Saria was undergoing a terrible spell of depression. Her friends had come over to visit, and it was here that Razor brought the idea of doing something special for her. The friends agreed, and so Kiara worked hard to reserve a reservation for all of her friends. Though she couldn't reserve a date for the friends to eat right on Saria's birthday, the day before would have to be as close as they could go. And nobody was complaining.

The food soon arrived, with the friends all tucking into their plates of food. All the while, the waiter Daniel came with a bottle of wine to drink along with their meals. The friends were more than happy to purchase a bottle of vino to celebrate their happiness, though Saria wondered if it would be such a good idea to drink alcohol. Perhaps this wasn't a good place to get drunk.

Jason, for one, ordered a tall glass of beer, a tall blonde ale with a ton of flavor but with not too high an alcohol volume. Surprisingly, it was Justin who ordered the strong beer, being served a glass of ale that was as dark as pitch. Perhaps this super strong drink would contain a ton of flavor, and Justin did admit that he was only drinking one glass. Any further drinks would have to be comprised of water and soda. As for the others, they were happy to tuck into their food with glasses full of wine, happy to partake in a fancy meal while celebrating the birthday of one of their friends.

Saria wondered what her friends would like to do after they ate. Perhaps they'd want to go to a movie theater to watch a movie, or perhaps they'd like to go to the PokéPark and have some fun battling while allowing their stomach to digest food. A lot of thoughts began to flood Saria's mind, and it seemed like her normal, bubbly self was coming out of her heartbroken chest. She wanted to spend more time with her friends and with her Cute Little Froggy once more. She didn't want to wallow in self-pity as she had done so many times before.

Saria couldn't imagine why she developed Depression. She had an excellent job that paid well, a wonderful home that she shared with her pokémon lover, and she was in a town that was loaded with friendly folks and people who had become her friends. It was all such a sweet and tender reflection, of having the support of everyone who had come to know her. She no longer felt alone, nor did she feel that she had a reason to continue being upset. She didn't know why she developed depression - perhaps it was something that occurred naturally to people her age. Tomorrow she'd be twenty-six, and so one year closer to an age that affected most women with mental illness.

Perhaps there was more to depression than merely an unending sadness. It was a condition that was crippling, a feeling of dread and dismay that utterly robbed someone of their hope and light. It was such a powerful feeling, of thinking that life no longer had any meaning or worth, that life, in general, was a hopeless endeavor without the possibility of change. And it was these dark thoughts that filled Saria's brain.

It was then that Saria felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around and saw his cheery face of Razor. This pokémon had been her constant companion throughout her endeavor with mental illness. He was her stalwart partner, not once abandoning her and leaving her alone with her thoughts. Wherever dark recesses of her mind she went to, Razor was bound to follow her into this pit of death and destruction. And he would be the one to drag her out of doom and back into the light, saving her from falling even more into a world that was self-destructive and chaotic.

Saria put a hand on Razor's cheek as his sky-blue irises looked at her emerald, green gems. She smiled back at him, happy to be spending such a memorable time with her pokémon partner. It was times like this, around each other and with their friends, that she felt most comfortable and at ease. She was surrounded by people who cared for her and wished her the world's grace. They all wanted to see her happy, as did the Greninja who took a bite of food from his plate. He was more than content with being her rock, her foundation, and her palace.

It was then that Justin announced the arrival of dessert. The friends still had some room in their stomachs for dessert, and the cake brought up was special.

It was a birthday cake with Saria's name and age in number candles on it. The young lass was over the moon with this surprise, not having expected her friends to order a cake for her. And most lovely of all was that it was red velvet cake - her favorite cake dessert. It seemed that her friends had truly thought of everything to make this birthday a merry one, and they even sang her the "Happy Birthday Song" in a loud voice so that everyone could hear today's cheer. Poor Saria didn't know how to respond or even how to thank her friends for pulling off this wonderful event. She was ecstatic beyond words.

"Oh... thank you so much, everyone," said Saria with a tear dripping down her left eye. "I don't know what to say. You guys sort of caught me off guard with this cake."

"A good ol' 'Happy Birthday' is the least we can do," said Justin.

"Yeah, pal, congrats on becoming a year older. You're the best bud any of us could ever have," said Jason in his New York accent.

"Oh, Saria, we wouldn't dream of not doing something special for you on your birthday," said Fran. "You've always been such a good friend."

"And I've been real chuffed to have a friend who's the bee's knees like you, mate," said Rose in a more east London accent before letting off a giggle. "Goodness, it felt good to thank you by letting out my inner moors. Just know that we and our pokémon want you to be happy, Saria. We do care for you, you know," concluded the Galar native.

The friends then encouraged Saria to blow on the candles on top of the cake, to make a wish and cap off the celebration of this merry and wonderful time. Saria only had one wish in mind, and she hoped that it would one day be realized. She blew out the candles, followed by her friends cheering her on and marking the achievement. They were happy to spend time with her on this, and there was hope that they could do much more as the day went on.

The friends, now having eaten their course of meals, proceeded to head out. As agreed upon, Jason and Justin paid for Saria and Razor's food, and the two bros were more than willing to split the food bill between the two of them. With that done, the friends left the restaurant and off into the streets. It was from here that they all headed for the shopping center, where they were sure to find a few stores to browse and do some window shopping. There were already loads of people and pokémon out and about, with the good majority of them cheery-eyed and making the best out of what was turning out to be a highly enjoyable day.

Saria smiled as she hugged her Froggy. Razor, in turn, wrapped an arm around her as he brought her close to him. They entered an ice cream parlor, and it was here that the friends all got an extra treat of dessert. And with each one having an ice cream cone of various flavors, it was now time to get on with the rest of their evening.

But one thing of note was that there was another series of protests featuring dozens of people in front of Lakeshire Town City Hall, and already it was clear on which side of the protesting the people were on. These were Anti-Poképhilia Crusaders, and they were creating a big fuss over their take on what Poképhilia was about. They didn't care about a pair of Poképhiles who was in the middle of the central promenade, a tall man who had been holding hands with a Mienshao. The protestors just threw expletives and made derogatory remarks at him and his partner. The poor Pokémon partner was ashamed, feeling the dismay that came with being accosted by the protestors. She had merely been holding her trainer's hand. She didn't ask for any of this to happen.

Seeing the sight of the Poképhile and his lover being accosted filled Saria with deep indignation. She didn't enjoy seeing these protests, and even worse if people were getting hurt by them. Even worse was when people were being zeroed in and targeted for abuse by the Crusaders. The young lady could not stand for this kind of abuse, for people cowardly ganging around a duo of people. Without thinking for a moment, Saria rushed over to the man and the Mienshao female, not hearing the words of her friends to call her back and not get herself involved with these people. Razor, for one, was not about to see her come to harm for sticking with her beliefs. He knew exactly why she ran over to help.

Saria stepped in front of the man and his pokémon, looking fiercely at the crusaders and their prudish behavior. She wasn't about to sit around and allow these antagonistic people to fling verbal abuses at the two lovers.

"You guys have no shame, giving grief to these two for whatever reason!" shouted out Saria.

"These two are Poképhiles, and they ought to be ashamed of themselves," said one protestor.

"And you think that by making them feel bad that this solves anything?! All you're doing is taking away a couple's hopes for peace. Did they do something so terrible that you have to accost them for it?"

"I saw them kissing in public!" shouted one woman. "That's against Arceus!"

"And so you're a prophet of Arceus? Did Arceus prohibit us from giving our pokémon partners some love and affection? We can't give our pals a hug or a kiss for doing a good job battling?"

It was then that a voice was heard from behind the crowd of people.

"What these two are doing is beyond affection," said a man hidden out of sight.

The crowd separated and gave way to a man wearing a black shroud covering his face, as well as a purple robe and an insignia on his shoulder.

"These two deserve to know the errors of their ways," said the Member of Team Shroud. "It is people like you who are tearing apart the fabric of society, making heretical acts against The Alpha and his desire to keep pokémons and humans separated. You're tearing apart the very principles that Father Arceus bestowed upon us all."

"Are you going to coddle violence on people, then?" interjected Saria "Are you going to burn them with Firebombs like with what you did to those protestors last year?"

"If drastic action must be taken, then so be it," said the shrouded man coldly. "But for now, we'll leave the man and his pokémon alone. But since you're so keen on defending these people, you risk becoming an enemy of Team Shroud and its goals. You have been warned."

The crowd of Crusaders dispersed as the Team Shroud member walked away behind the nearby buildings before disappearing in total. This was a tense moment, one which would've left Saria in a heap of trouble. But she was far from wanting to back down, to surrendering to bullies like Team Shroud and whatever twisted goals they had planned out. And she was far from being intimidated by the antics of such people and their twisted agendas.

The friends approached Saria and Razor, with Jason less than pleased with what she did.

"You dumbass, you could've gotten yourself beaten up by those assholes!" cried Jason. "Don't go running right into a mob of people who can beat the crap out of your if they decide to get violent."

"Be careful with those Team Shroud goons, Saria," noted Justin. "I had a few run-ins with them myself, and they can be vicious. I'd hate for you to be targeted by them."

Razor walked up to the group and lifted his hand.

"I'll be far from allowing Saria to be hurt. You can count on me to keep her safe when she does stuff like this." He then turned around to look at her. "That being said, you should learn to gauge your limits and make sure that bastards like these won't hurt you," noted Razor.

"I know, but I just couldn't sit around and allow Team Shroud to do what they were doing," admitted Saria. "I don't want to see others get hurt by crusaders. These two were innocent."

It was clear to the others where Saria's heart lay, and for now, all they could do was keep her out of trouble. The two lovers thanked Saria profusely for saving them from the crusaders, and Saria was more than happy to see them walk away. At least it was clear that she was out of her depression, seeing as how she singlehandedly took on a mob of Anti-Poképhilia Crusaders by herself and even got them to leave. She even stood up to Team Shroud.

But it was clear to her that her depression was not a deciding factor in her life. Though she could feel the dismay start to creep back into her heart after valiantly fending off the Crusaders, she had proven her courage in standing up to the bullies. She was not about to submit to them and their crusade of attacking people who didn't deserve the accosting. And it was because of her valor that she was able to push aside her depression and fight for what she thought was right.

The friends all left the promenade of City Hall and went on their way back home. Saria and Razor hopped back into Jason's car as their other friends took their rides back to their homes. It was a time to recollect the day's events, and also to digest all the food that they had consumed. Their meals had been utterly delicious, well worth the price that one had to fork over to feast on such delicious food. And now back at home, it was time to spend the rest of the evening with those that one cared for.

Razor and Saria entered their home, unlocking the door and rushing inside. It had been a wonderful evening, and with the sun now setting and the stars starting to appear, it was clear that this was turning into quite a magical evening. They sat down together on the loveseat, with Saria leaning against Razor's shoulder as He picked up his book from the coffee table, picking up where he had left off while his lover rested her head on him. He stroked her head, patting her with his large, webbed hands.

"Are you feeling better now, My Sweet?" asked Razor with curiosity.

"Yeah, Froggy, I feel much better," she admitted. "I guess I needed to get out of the house."

"Perhaps not being cooped up inside would be best. Going out with friends, getting some sun, and having a good time are all anyone needs. I just don't want your depression to worsen while being trapped here inside of the house."

"Well, as you saw, I even had enough energy to take on Team Shroud," noted Saria. "I hope that won't come back to bite me on the ass in the future."

"Let's hope not. The last thing we need is for a bunch of criminals targeting us." It was then that Razor got more sincere. "In all respects, I hope that you had a good time, My Sweet. I hated seeing you so unmotivated and unmoving. Seeing you standing up and going out and about makes me feel so happy. I have the hope of getting you in better health."

Saria looked up at Razor and his warm smile. This pokémon had been by her side through thick and thin, through better and worse. She was thankful for his continued companionship, for always sticking by her side no matter her mood.

"I hope you had a good time as well, Froggy," she replied warmly. "I know you've been taking good care of me while I haven't been myself. That at least deserves a reward, don't you think?"

Razor grimaced with a coy look.

"You're not seriously thinking of climbing into the bondage rig?" he responded with confusion. "You're nowhere near well enough to get back on that thing. And I don't want to end up hurting you if it turns out you're still too weak."

"Well, if not, then how about we have some plain old vanilla sex?" offered Saria. "After all, I know you've been feeling pent up these past few days. I know that you've been blowing off some steam by watching porn while in the bathroom."

"Hehe, I thought that using an incognito browser would hide my internet antics from you."

"You may hide your browsing history, but not the fact that it now takes you twenty minutes to essentially take. I had a feeling you'd be taking some extra time for some personal reasons."

"Okay fine, we can have sex - so long as you feel up for it. I just don't want to hurt you if it turns out your still not in good straights."

"I think I can handle you, Froggy. Besides, I've kinda been in the mood for some romantic, lovey-dovey sex recently. I'd love to have something more traditional apart from the bondage we normally have."

Razor smiled at his partner after hearing confirmation from her. He knew that Saria was perhaps feeling a little needy. She was indeed healing, for the first thing she wanted to do now that she was feeling better was to have sex like a rabbit in heat. Of course, Razor was more than willing to oblige her urges, perhaps taking her to the bedroom in their arms and laying her down on the soft cushions of their bed. What would follow afterward would be a moment of utter bliss, one which the two hadn't felt in a rather long amount of time. It had been a good minute since the two lovers had last had any sort of sexual gratification with one another - and as mentioned by Saria, Razor would take to pleasing himself when Saria's mood was not permitting for them to pleasure each other once together.

With this in mind, Razor put down his book on the coffee table and picked up his lover in his arms. Saria's light frame was easy for him to haul off to the bedroom, careful to not bump her head along the walls of the hallway. They passed by the Bondage room, the place where the two had loads of kinky fun in the past. Maybe one day they'd return to that room with a heart ready to pleasure each other through bondage and domination. But today was not that day. Today, the two lovers would take their sexual gratification through a more traditional path to pleasure and love.

Razor lay down Saria on the bed, with her unzipping her dress and pulling it over her head. With her dress gone, the only things that remained on her body were her bra and panties. Her beautiful, naked form was in front of the Greninja, his cock starting to poke out from his crotch as he began to feel aroused. There was nothing quite like seeing his partner naked that gave him an extra bit of drive. He wanted to see her fully naked, and so he pulled down her panties to reveal her wet and awaiting snatch.

The air was filling with pheromones that drove the two lovers wild. Razor's cock was now fully erect, poking out of his slit and feeling the urge for sexual gratification. And the Greninja was bound to appease his wanting member, of satisfying his desires and bring pleasure not only to himself but also to his lover. Saria was awaiting the moment where she would be penetrated. She lusted for her pokémon partner's cock and seed. It had been so long since the two had any form of sexual pleasure with each other. They wanted to have sex so badly, and now that moment finally arrived.

Razor aligned his cock with her entrance, getting straight to the point without doing other things such as a hand job or blow job, or perhaps even some foot-cock rubbing. They wanted to go right for the big-ticket event, of giving each other as much gratification as possible.

But even with lust filling his mind and with his raging boner ready to penetrate, Razor wanted to make sure that this was what his partner wanted.

"Are you sure you want this, My Sweet?" he asked her curiously. "I'd hate to cause you anguish over you not being ready for sex yet."

"It's okay, Froggy. Go ahead and stick your big member inside of me," assured Saria. "I've been wanting to have sex like this for a good while. It'll be great to have something like this again."

"All right. Just let me know if there are any issues. I'll gladly stop if you want me to."

It was quite courteous for Razor to ask about Saria's feelings. He was more than capable of stopping the sex session midway if he noted that Saria was feeling uncomfortable. But Saria was more than willing to ride out the session. She wanted this. She craved this. And since it had been such a good while since they last had sex, it would be a moment that she would come to relish.

Razor climbed on top of Saria, resting his thin, moist body on her own. He was lightweight, so he didn't crush her partner with too heavy a form. He then pushed his cock towards her entrance, feeling her clit touch his tip. He then proceeded to remove Saria's bra, unclipping it from her back and removing it from her chest, revealing her bare white bosom to him. He lifted a hand and grinned wickedly at his partner, reaching for her left breast and giving it a good squeeze. It was always fun to fondle her large breasts, and Saria was more than willing to allow her pokémon to have a little fun.

It was a tender moment, with Razor feeling his lover's boobs while Saria giggled at being fondled by her pokémon. Once again, she could not believe that she was being touched sexually by her pokémon. It was such a serene moment of serendipity, of two lovers who were completely different from one another coming together to enjoy a wonderful moment of pleasure and bliss. Saria wanted her lover to get as much sexual gratification as she did from this sexual encounter. It was too good a moment to want to keep all to oneself. And the pokémon's erect penis made it clear that he was more than willing to take things to the next level.

With this in mind, Razor began to push his cock into Saria's pussy, pushing past her entrance as she let out a moan of pleasure. The feeling of her warm insides soon began to surround his cock as he pushed himself deeper and deeper into her. There was nothing quite like the feeling of warm pussy surrounding one's member. And it was a moment altogether enticing to one's senses. Her vaginal walls were as tight as ever, constricting around his cock the deeper he pushed into her. He was not about to let this feeling dissipate. He was going to get as much gratification as he could get.

Meanwhile, Saria was also lost in her moment of bliss, feeling her lover's cock stretch her out as he delved deeper into her depths. She loved the feeling of her lover stretching out her hole, feeling every inch of his length going deeper and deeper into her. It was a feeling that she honestly missed, and not to mention a position that they didn't often time get to participate in. Most of their sex sessions revolved around the Bondage Rig, so it was nice to have something more carnal and less kinky. Besides, Saria was in the mood for sex that was more romantic and heartfelt.

With the continuation of this sex session, Saria's depression took a back seat to the pleasure she was feeling. It was this session that'd allow her to look at life beyond the dismayed lenses of one suffering from depression. With every inch of Razor's cock that sank into her depths, the more that she felt herself get lost within the pleasure she was feeling. As for Razor, the Greninja was just more than happy to oblige his trainer with something that would sway her mood. And he was certainly getting a load of satisfaction off of this as well.

Razor was soon completely buried inside of Saria's depths, stopping only as he was at her cervix with about an inch of his cock left outside of her. He then proceeded to pull out of her, rubbing his length along her soft yet tight insides. He rather enjoyed taking his trainer like this, sliding his length along her sensitive walls and making use of her pussy. All the while, his body lay on top of her, his pelvis thrusting into her from the perfect angle, getting as deep into her as he possibly could. All the while, his head was up to her head height as well, which allowed him to get intimate with her.

Razor leaned in to kiss Saria while he thrust into her, his upper lip and tongue kissing Saria and smacking her lips. The two of them were in a moment of utter bliss, of feeling each other getting so close and intimate with one another. Razor had his arms wrapped around her, with one hand behind her head as he pulled her towards his lips. All the while, Saria was wrapping her arms and legs around him, her arms tugging on his slick and moist body while wrapping her legs around his pelvis, making sure that he wouldn't pull out of her.

The two kept at this romantic scene with all their heart, not wanting to stop getting in touch with one another. They were bonding in a way that wasn't possible on the Bondage Rig, mostly because this kind of sex was more passionate with love rather than lust. This was the sort of sex that lovers enjoyed while in deep passion, of loving one another and getting the most out of their bond with one another. It was a sex that corresponded to two lovers who'd do anything for one another. It was a sex that connected two people, both physically and emotionally, making these bonds inseparable.

And the session would continue to mount, with Razor pulling back and thrusting inward at a set rhythm. He wasn't going all that fast, making sure that his lover was also enjoying the lovemaking. All the while Saria continued to feverishly kiss her partner, wanting to enjoy this tender moment as much as she could with her lover. She pulled his head even closer to hers, wanting to smack his lips and taste his tongue through the continued reverie that both parties felt. They were in their moment, with Razor thrusting into Saria's pussy as their combined fluids made the entry slick and more comfortable.

Razor even grabbed Saria's breasts, squeezing and fondling them, making circles around her nipples and pinching them. Saria was being felt all over by the grabby hands of her lover, and she thoroughly enjoyed the hands of her partner exploring her body. His own body was slick and moist, making her skin get humid from the cool body of the frog ninja pokémon. He continued to explore his lover's body, moving his hands around and coping a feel wherever it was the most tender on Saria's body. And he was far from keeping his hands to himself.

Saria opened her eyes and stared back at Razor's eyes, her emerald-green gems looking at Razor's sky-blue irises. Their joy was evident in the looks that gave each other's eyes. They were in their moment, and they wanted it to last. This was as tender and serene as sex could get, not quite as pleasurable as a session on the Bondage Rig, but pleasing on a more emotional and romantic level. This was the sort of sex that lovers undertook, of folks who wanted to bond even further with their partner. It was this kind of closeness and tenderness that brought the lovers closer to something more significant and inherent. There was nothing quite like it.

The Poképhiles were just that - lovers who consisted of human and non-human creatures. They didn't care what other people thought about them while in this moment. They didn't even care if Team Shroud were to hop out of the closet and denounce them for being Poképhiles. This was their moment, and they wanted to enjoy it all.

But even though the sex was slow, that didn't mean that the tension wasn't building up. Razor could feel his cock getting close to the end, as did Saria's pussy. They were getting close, and soon they'd be over the edge.

"Do you want to cum already, Froggy?" wondered Saria.

"I'm about to," admitted Razor with a strained voice.

Their moment was soon to arrive.

"P-please cum inside me, Froggy," pleaded Saria with a trembling voice. "Cum hard inside me. I want all of your warm Greninja-cum inside me."

There was no need for any more encouragement. Razor began thrusting even faster into her, his thighs slapping against her pelvis. He pulled out and pushed back in with even greater fervor, wanting to bring the two lovers closer to their shared moment. They were going to reach the pinnacle of their pleasure, The heights of their enticement, and it was coming much closer than the two realized. With one final thrust forward Razor pushed past her cervix, entering her uterus where Razor had direct access to deposit his semen. And with this, he buried himself as deep into her as he could go.

A torrent of cum came gushing out of Razor's cock, erupting into a cascade of genetic fluid entering directly into Saria's deepest reaches. She could feel his warmth invade her innermost sanctum, bathing any eggs in her fallopian tubes with invalid fluid. Her orgasm also came with intensity, her vaginal walls contracting and squeezing Razor out of all the cum that he could give.

The two lovers had reached the pinnacle of passion, with Saria's mind high in the sky along with her lover. Razor collapsed on top of her, putting his full weight on her body. Luckily he was a lightweight, and besides the added pressure on Saria meant the two could get even closer together. The lovers were in the utmost gratification, of enjoying a moment that they couldn't enjoy these past weeks on account of Saria's depression. But now she was back, maybe not filly back to normal, but at least now she was in much better straights. She was no longer the mess that she had once been, unable to leave the confines of home or the comfort of her bed.

Saria and Razor looked into each other's eyes, with the two of them smiling at each other after having such a wonderful session. Razor put a hand to her cheek, leaning into her and kissing her tenderly.

"Did you enjoy our little moment, My Sweet?" asked Razor.

"Yeah, froggy. I had fun. I more than had fun. I feel like a new woman again," she said with elation. "Thank you for always being by my side while I've been down in the dumps, Razor. I don't think I could've managed through this if not for you."

"Well, I'm glad to help out however I can. If having sex means that we can keep your depression at bay, then I'm prepared to cheer you up as many times as you need."

"Ate you up for that, Razor honey? I hope you'll be ready to bed me as many times as I can take it. For all we know, I might become well enough for the Bondage Rig."

"So we can hope for, Sweet."

The lovers continued laying down on the bed, their sex organs still connected. They eventually pulled out, with Saria's pussy leaking cum as a stream of fluid flowing out of her. For now, the two of them wanted to repose for the night, feeling each other close to one. They wanted to spend the remainder of their time together, hoping that they enjoy this little moment now that their sex session was completed. They lay on their sides, with Razor spooning behind her as they rest for the moment. There was nothing quite like spending their recovery time together.

But though they spent the next ten minutes in bed, afterward it was still rather early in the evening, and though it was officially nighttime the two of them didn't feel like going to sleep just yet. Saria got out of bed and put on some underwear and an oversized t-shirt while Razor went to the kitchen to put a microwave bag of popcorn in the oven. When Saria was clothed she went out of her room and grabbed s jar of ice cream from the freezer along with two spoons, one for each of them.

The two lovers sat on the loveseat facing the TV, munching on kettle corn popcorn while taking spoonfuls of ice cream. It seemed that Saria had finally broken her depressive spell, now trying her best to enjoy her time with her pokémon as they enjoyed watching a movie from a streaming service. The two were in each other's arms, eating delicious snacks while enjoying the standup comedy show they were watching - all while trying to be careful not to choke on their food while laughing.

This was the peace that the two lovers enjoyed. And they were more than willing to close out the day on a more positive note in comparison to everything that had occurred previously.

So the two could hope.

It was now Sunday in the middle of the afternoon and all the friends were in the backyard of Justin's house while Jason manned the grill. Today was Saria's birthday, and the friends all wanted to have a fun time as could be while celebrating one year of age more for dear Saria. There was food and drinks aplenty ad the friends gathered around to make the most of their time together. Moreover, Saria was treated like the girl of the hour, with all of her friends bringing over gifts that she would get to open. It wasn't clear if Saria was still suffering from Depression, but if she was then she was hiding it well. Then again, she had no reason to feel particularly upset. She was with friends and their pokémon, as well as with her froggy lover. She was having a good time, and that's all that mattered.

As the gifts were opened and everyone was drunk silly, the evening gave way to friends making the most out of a merry time. And this merriment would carry on as Saria and Razor ate and drank to their heart's content. Maybe Saria's depression had not fully gone away, and for sure her heart still felt a bit heavy. But she was happy with what she and her friends had done. And she wasn't about to let her depression spells ruin a perfectly fun time.

So the lass and her froggy lover could hope. Halloween and Day of the Dead were around the corner, so who knows what sorts of antics the two of them and their friends could do.

There was a lot to be seen, but There was hope for a wonderful time...