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Do Not Disturb

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By Limewah

Featuring characters from the Pokémon company

Sascha was in no mood to talk to anyone anymore. The final day of the conference was over at last. After sitting through interminable keynotes, taking part in excruciating 'networking' games, and going through the most inane conversations possible, the tall tigress' social battery was running completely empty.

She'd gone out for the evening, wearing a thick overcoat over her best skin-tight purple jumpsuit, a shade that matched the dark pokeballs on her silver belt, with every intention of just dancing the cold, snowy night away and talking to absolutely no-one.

If only.

Almost every man in every bar she went to made a beeline for her to chat her up - and there were even one or two kids (what were they doing out that late?) who tried to challenge her to a Pokémon battle. She had a hard time not snapping at them when she refused.

The night was a wash. She would have to settle for staying in her hotel room.

She was debating whether or not dancing alone in her room would be too sad or not when she noticed a distinct sound from behind the door. It sounded like the shower was on. She sighed. Had she forgotten to switch it off in her morning exhaustion?

It wasn't like the hotel was going to charge her more for it, and besides it was all covered by the company.

She tapped her room card against the door, and it clicked and slid open.

She was immediately blasted with a fur frizzing cloud of steam. She coughed reflexively before stepping inside.

She could hear the shower blasting away from the bathroom, but that was eclipsed by what she was seeing around her.

The room was decorated with greenery. Thick tropical leaves poked out from every possible little nook and cranny; they rose from under the carpets, descended from the light fixtures. Her bed was similarly covered, the mattress shocked and constricted by thick stems like it was participating in a shibari session.

...She didn't even want to think about what was causing this. She marched straight across the room to the complimentary phone, stepping over vines to get to it and plucking little weeds from between the buttons.

"Hello, could I get housekeeping to my room? Room 330, please. Thank you."

She didn't notice the bright yellow pitcher-plant emerging from the steamy bathroom and slowly creeping up on her. She turned just as it was upon her, its viny tentacle-feeler grasping her around the wrists as she yelped - not with terror, but with surprise.

"Victreebel!" she said, immediately pawing at her belt to grab at the Pokéball Victreebel should have been in...

She hadn't noticed it was subtly lighter than usual until now.

"What're you doing?" she hissed. "Why did you ruin the room?! Do you have any idea how much trouble I'm going to get into?"

This was the sort of thing that hotels would fine you over. And her job was either going to make her pay for the repairs, or fire her.

The beady eyes of Sascha's Pokémon looked a little confused, downcast, and sheepish. It gurgled and shuddered, and Sascha could see that the plants' growth was halting, and starting to retract just a little.

"Oh, good, it's reversible." she said with a sigh, pulling her wrist out from Victreebel's insistent grabbing. "You could've said you were getting cold, poor thing..."

She couldn't blame her plant-type companion for not gelling with this winter weather. She wasn't the only one who'd had enough of the chill.

She reached up to give the rim of her pitcher plant a rub, and it pressed against her, shivering and flinching at her cold paws.

"Sorry!" she said. "They'll warm up quick-"

There was a knock at the door.

"Housekeeping!" came a voice from the other side.

Victreebel must have been in a situation like this before, because it reflexively coiled around Sascha's chest with whiplike speed, before looping around her throat and pulling tight.

"Glrrk-!" her eyes bulged out of her head and she looked up at her Pokémon with a sort of 'what-are-you-DOING' glare. If it could have sweated nervously, it probably would have.

There was a knock at the door again.

"Housekeeping!"

Sascha squirmed a little, crooking her head towards the door frantically in an attempt to get her Pokémon to take the hint. It relaxed its grip just enough for Sascha to speak.

"N-never mind! Everything's fine in here, sorry for the false alarm!"

...She could hear the housekeeper on the other side of the door scoff and tut, before they trundled their creaky cart away.

"Now then..." she said. "Mind letting me go for a second? My feet are killing me in these shoes."

As she slipped out of her shoes, Sascha could tell there was something else her Pokémon wanted. Its tendril was hovering quite close to her, particularly around her lower half.

"Oh, do you want to do a workout?" she asked. Victreebel nodded quickly with excitement. Sascha scoffed good-naturedly and rolled her eyes. "I'm exhausted, you know, I've been on my feet all day... but, you know what, sure. It might help me relax a bit."

The Victreebel stooped down low, as if it was trying to kneel before a queen. Sascha lifted one leg inside, then the other, feeling her paw-pads sink into the sticky inside of her Pokémon's pitcher. The mouth moved upwards, and she placed her hands on the 'brim' as it did so, before exhaling and squatting down as low as she could. Her calves tensed, a little stiffer than she realised. Her thick butt pushed out, bushing against the inside of the pitcher and making Victreebel vibrate and gurgle with pleasure. Sascha chuckled as she inhaled and rose back up.

"I swear, I think I might be spoiling you sometimes," she huffed before squatting again. Gradually, the tension and stiffness was worked out of her tired legs.

She was well underway with her reps before too long, settling into that usual rhythm of pushing her weight down, and coming back up again, pushing past the resistance of the sticky insides.

It was like a workout and a spa treatment in one, and honestly, for all her complaints, Sascha felt like this was exactly what she needed, too.

The Victreebel's eyes fixated on the hotel room's full length mirror, watching and delighting in the sharp silhouette its trainer made with each squat and flex.

"And... 20." she sighed. "Alright... There, you had your fun."

She gave the rim a pat, and started to lift her foot - only to find that it was stuck, fast, to the bottom of the Victreebel's body.

"Oh, come on," she said with an exasperated laugh. "Alright, let me get out..."

The other foot was a bit less stuck, though each pull she made brought with it a thick suckling sound, like a drain being unclogged. Eventually she managed to pull it free with one pull - only for it to throw her off balance and make her wobble. She awkwardly crumpled down into the bottom of the Victreebel, her plush rump impacting with the sticky bottom and getting just as stuck fast as her foot was, with a very audible squelch. She found herself hugging her knees as her other foot was also glued to the spot - a third and final squelch

As if to test how stuck fast she was, Victreebel suddenly lifted up, its grasping vine wrapping around the ceiling fan and hoisting itself upside down. Sure enough, Sascha's long hair dipped down over her face, but she was stuck fast, no matter how much it rocked her - a gentle motion that drew attention to how tired the tigress was.

"Alright," she said with another sigh. "You want to give me a bath?"

Victreebel gurgled again, and she could already see its juices starting to ooze from the pores inside the pitcher. Once it righted itself, the enzymes began to flow more freely. The goop caked into her paws and her fur, making her bodysuit hug her body as it got saturated and seeped through. She closed her eyes and sighed. The thick enzyme was like slipping into a bath that had just had a bath bomb slipped inside - thick and soapy and extremely pleasant.

As it rose up higher still and hugged her body, it bubbled and fizzed, tickling every inch as it went. She sighed and smiled...

"Make sure to wake me up at the crack of dawn," Sascha said softly. "This place's check out is pretty early..."

Soon, sleep took her. Her head was tilted back, with just a hint of her nose and muzzle above the surface of the slime. Victreebel was in heaven as always, rocking back and forth and sloshing its juices around its trainer.

It looked at the silhouette once again, tightly packed into the base, gently moved by the bubbling enzyme.

Its leaf-hand gave it stomach a little rub as it gurgled a little louder.

It was going to be famished in the morning, but it was pretty sure Sascha was going to give it some nice treats as thanks. It had a pretty cosy arrangement with her...

Though it couldn't wait to escape the cold.

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