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Later that Evening.....

Alan floppedd lazily onto the bed. Apperently there was some shopping festival going on that he hadn't known about, so all of the usual hotels fully booked. Thankfully, the pokemon center had a few boarding rooms open, so he had jumped on the offer. The room was spartanly furnished, having a single nightstand and two plain wooden bunk beds. Tonight though, Alan had the room to himself and his pokemon. With a large yawn, Alan sat up and unhooked his belt carefully, before pulling it off completely and laying it on the nightstand.

Quickly, his green hat and matching traveling shirt followed, his mid back length, chestnut - brown hair contrasting with his pale, white skin. He started to unbutton his pants, but stopped and instead he turned his pale green eyes to stare at the three pokeballs attached to his belt.

All of them where his best friends and family. Rita, his ever affectionate Bayleaf. Lapis, the shy Lapras. And finally Marco, his tough and determined Mismagius. As he thought about each one, he smiled. As his gaze came to a stop on Rita's ball, Alan's heart rate jumped and he blushed again as the memory of that afternoon popped into his head. With a little effort, he looked away and laid down upon the bottom bunk, his pants still securely fastened. _I'm just going to keep these on, someone else may come in during the night after all..._He reasoned to himself as he laid back and let sleep take him. What he did not notice however, was that one of his pokeballs had popped open.

Silently, Mismagius floated at the foot of Alan's bed, watching his trainer's dreams. Marco had done this several times before, mostly because it amused the ghost-type pokemon to do so. Tonight was like most nights it seemed, with Alan dreaming of things from conquering one of the many pokemon leagues, to charming up some girl, to simply living up to his mother's outlandish expectations. Marco consumed some of the more unpleasant dreams with his Dream Eater, and was about to return to his pokeball, when he saw something... different.

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Alan had had plenty of strange dreams before but most of the time, he was aware he was dreaming. This time though, he had no idea. Alan found himself back on the docks, the afternoon sun shining on his pale skin and the tang of salt water in the air as the sounds of a harbor in motion caressed his ears.

Suddenly, the unique scent of Rita filled his head with a warm, fuzzy haze. He slowly turned to fined her face eye level with his own. In the half second that it took him to realize she was on her hind legs, the Bayleaf had knocked him to the ground. He felt the hard pavement slam into his back followed immediately by Rita on his chest.

He looked up into Rita's eyes, his mouth open as he started to form a question. But he froze as their eyes met. Alan did not understand what their shared look meant consciously, but his body was already moving and he was too confused to stop it. Slowly, he reached one arm up and wrapped it around Rita's neck. Ever so slowly Rita leaned into him and Alan found himself slowly rising to meet her. His hart was racing at a mile a minute at the surealness of the situation, his face dyed red buy a massive blush.

Time froze. Their lips connected. Even as Alan realized that he was kissing Rita, it no longer seemed to matter. Her scent was growing more and more prominent as they kissed and the two began to deepen their kiss, their bodies moving almost on their own. Alan opened his mouth and suddenly found it filled with Rita's tongue. Slowly she was overpowering him, pushing him back against the ground as they kissed, part of his mind was shouting that this was wrong, while the rest no longer cared.

Suddenly, Rita broke the kiss to cry out, in an universal moan of desire. Alan halfheartedly tried to pull away from her, but quickly found that as they had been kissing, Rita had constricted him with her vines. Alan tired to take a deep breath and clear his head, but instead only filled himself with the heady aroma of Rita's desire.

Alan looked down as if in a trance. Between Rita's back legs, a copious amount of fluid could be seen dripping to the ground. With a start, Alan realized that he was naked, but also realized that he did not care. Rita's vines just felt so good on his skin that he could not brink himself to care. Without releasing him from her hold, Rita took a step back, and then another, until she had enough room to turn around.

Shaking with desire, she turned about and laid her front half on the ground, presenting her dripping sex to him. Alan's body did not truly need for her vines to help him stand, nor did the vines need to pull him in close. But as they did Alan found himself growing more excited at his loss of control. Almost instinctively, his hands grasped Rita's back hips and with a feral cry he penetrated Rita's dripping folds.

His body shook as a moan escaped echoed form both their lips. Neither cared who saw or heard them now, for their bodies yearned for more of the others and neither held back. Rita's vines vibrated along and across Alan's bound body, while Alan's legs were firmly planted behind his mate as he roughly drove his length home into her heavenly depths time and again. He could feel his ball sack slapping against her soft skin as their wild rutting became more and more feral in nature. Alan laid his chest against her back as he savagely filled her with his length, his cock pulsing in need as he rapidly approached his peak.

Once again, he found his lips pressed against Rita's and his mouth dominated by her tongue. This time he willing gave into the lust filled kiss, his tongue rushing to wrap around and tease hers. Suddenly, the most important thing in the world was to bury his length as deep inside her as he could, her inner walls milking his length. With a cry, he came wildly, more than he could ever recall. The best feeling came however, when Rita's soaking and cum filled cunt, clamped down on him like a velvet vice. Alan heard a cry that he did not recognize as anything other than a pleasured cry and suddenly found his mouth full of something warm and salty. But he was too tired to care about where it came from. Absentmindedly, he swallowed most of it before his abused consciousness faded back into the darkness of slumber.

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Marco was panting heavily, his length still buried to the knot in Alan's mouth. The Mismagius' cum was dripping down his trainer's chin, but for the most part, Alan had willing swallowed his cum. Once Marco regained his composure, he looked down Alan's body and noticed the puddle of cum soaking through the boy's pants. Macro could not remember the last time that he had found a release, but one thing was for sure. The next time Alan had a dream like this, Macro would be ready to stake his claim.