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The goodra wiped furiously at her body, trying to clear the slime with the towel her trainer had given her. No good! It never did any good to try, despite her tireless efforts. She so badly wanted to hug her trainer when he got home... He had gone out training alongside his haunter days ago and left her in charge of his home. She didn't mind being trusted so much, but she did wish he would take her alone for training.

She had prepped him a meal fo his return. She had done so slowly, carefully, and with frequent stops so she could wipe. She had managed to make the simple dish without any slip-ups so far. Now, for the finishing touch! She walked over from the counter to the fridge and retrieved one of her master's favorite beverages, a beer. He always seemed to relax after a few of them, and was often more comfortable with touching her...

It wasn't that he neglected her, far to the contrary. He often brought her nice gifts and treats from his travels. He was always kind to her, and he would pat her, or even hug her if she asked...but he always changed his clothes immediately, and struggled to get the slime out ... He rescued her some few months back, from an unusually powerful houndoom and some odd humans wearing black. She had been injured, but he helped her recover quickly, and never actually did capture her...she just never left his home. She wasn't strictly his pokemon, but she certainly loved to live with him as a partner.

In truth, living with Jacob was the greatest thing that ever happened to her. He provided food, warmth, water, and even cooling in the summer. Sometimes, she managed to convince him to bathe her... a shiver coursed through her. She LOVED that. It was a shame it took so much coaxing... She was honestly hoping he'd bathe her tonight...The memory of having his hands gently rubbing and carressing her entire body set her heart dacing, and she shivered again.

She heard his bike skid to a stop outside and ran to the nearby window looking out to ths front yard in time to see him hop off, and call, "Emma! I'm home!" She called back to him, thrilled that he was home! Then, she looked back where she'd been standing... A puddle of slime soiled the white tile. She looked down to see more of it running down the inside of her legs. She carefully and quickly walked over to the counter where she'd set her towel down, and wiped off the warm, viscous fluid all the way up and started going from the base of her tail forward... She got halfway between her legs and had to stop when the towel tugged her slit slightly open.

She shivered violently at the contact, her eyes glazing over momentarily. She trembled a little as she brought the towel forwards more, up to her belly. The feeling subsided but when she looked down, she saw a string of slime dripping down to meet a few spots on the tile. She squeeked in emberrassment when she heard the door swing open and quickly caught the drip, and the ones on the tile, and moved quickly to the puddle to repeat the cleaning on it.

She then looked up to see Jacob in the doorway smiling warmly at her. "Hey, Emma. Tidying up, I see?" She blushed brightly before remembering the food. She rushed off to grab the chicken breast and mixed vegetables, and presented them to him. He ran his hands through his short, black hair. "Wow, thanks, Emerald. That looks great! Haha, I owe you one." She looked down at him and blushed even harder, then quickly strode over to the beer she set out only moments ago. When she brought it to him on the couch in the living room, he set the dish down and rose to meet her. "You, Emma, are simply the best!"

She stood a step back and couldn't help but admire him. She'd seen a fair numbed of humans, and he was one of the more fit she'd seen. His black hair made his brown eyes that much brighter and more lively. His arms never hid the muscles that he had earned throuh training with his pokemon, and she seldom touched his chest and stomach, but she knew well, from the times she had, that he was very well in-shape. He apparently caught her looking down at him. "Oh...I know what you want!" He stepped forward , pressed into her, and wrapped her in a wonderfully warm and tight hug. She felt wonderful. "Goooo-oo-ooooo..." she shuttered as she moaned with joy and comfort.

Jacob chuckled internally. She enjoyed hugs so much. He didn't mind hugs, himself. He didn't like the slick, slime she coatec him in though... After a few moments, he tried to pull back, but Emma let out an odd moan, and pulled him in tighter. He allowed a few more moments, but when he pulled back a second time, she pulled him toward her tighter, still, a d moved her hand down his back, to nearly his waist, and pulled him in forcefully, his feet sliding between hers, and his boots losing grip in an unnoticed puddle of her slime. "Oof", he groaned as he fell back on the ground. She began to lower herself above him, an odd, absent look in her eyes. Her mouth was open, and she began panting as she drew closer to sitting atop him. "Emma?" He called out, nervously. She'd never behaved like this before. She blinked rapidly, seeming to come ouf of a trance. She quickly moved off of him and reached out to help him up.

Emerald looked down at her fallen master's waiste, and to her shock and dismay, he had a pool of her slime just below his waiste. She helped him up then immediatdly fled to the kitchen to retrieve her towel, and began rubbing between her legs furiously...then an alien feeling struck her suddenly. An overwhelming surge of pleasure from the rubbing coursed from her slit through the length of her spine, straight into her neck, making her jolt her head upwards, and accidentally drive a small portion of the towel...into herself. She shook as if she were a sapling in a storm, then cried out as the feeling overtook her, drowning out all other sensation. For a moment that felt like an hour, she sat there, not even realizing her legs had given out. She simply rode out the feeling until her senses finally returned to her. Then, she looked down at the massivs pool of fluid beneath her soaking her towel completely, and running over the floor.

Dread overtook her, and she began to cry. She couldn't believe it. She peed on his floor. It didn't look or smell like pee, but what else could it be? She hung her head in shame, crying like a freshly hatched goomy until Jacob forced her to lift her head and look at him. "Hey, there there... It's okay. We'll get you a bath, and I'll clean this up. Just head to the bathroom, Emmy. It's alright." His calm words comforted her. After a moment more of choking back sobs, she stood, feeling the sticky liquid drip down her legs in strings.

Jacob watched the broken-hearted goodra sulk toward the bathroom and the huge cast-iron tub he had there. He knew she hated getting slime on the floor, and on him, but she was a goodra. It was bound to happen. He plucked a dish-towel from the drawer next to the sink, and placed it under the soiled towel. Just a few seconds into cleaning, he realized that this was not her usual lime-colored mucous...this was clear. And her slime was odorless...this smelled...tart? Not slime, and clearly not urine... "Oh boy..." She was in heat. He looked down at his groin and the stain there. "Explains her behavior, I suppose..." He sighed. He'd checked her before for signs of previous egg-laying, and she hadn't to his knowledge. She likely had no idea what was going on with her body. He finished up cleaning and threw both his and her towel into the laundry.

He stepped into the bathroom quietly. "Hey there, Emma. Not feeling too hot, girl? I...uhh....think I can help you out." She had already drawn a bath. That left him little to delay with. He swallowed hard at the awkwardness of what he was about to do. He dropped his shirt as usual, then walked over and grabbed the washrag. He squeezed a bottle of baby-body wash into it, and lathered the rag.

Her neck, he would start there, and progress slowly... She cooed and moaned softly as he rubbed her soft body. Almost immediately, she seemed relieved. He moved on to both arms, and gently washed them, the gentle sloshing of the water from her subtle movements in the tub was the only sound in the room aside from quiet 'goooo's, and the occasional drawn-out 'dra'. He motioned for her to sit up. She saw the gesture through half-lidded eyes and complied. He worked her shoulders, massaging as much as scrubbing, hoping to relax her. After a good five minutes, he gently pushed her back, and began on her legs.

Then, her belly... he started high, and gradually worked downwards. Finally, he reached her waist. He set aside the rag, and pulled the plug, draining the water. With a relieved sigh, she attempted to stand, only to be stopped. She issued a confused 'gu?', and he smiled uncertainly. He began rubbing her waist and groin tenderly. Her breath caught for a second, and she shivered violently, trying unsuccessfully to utter her name. Then, with a sigh, moved his hand lower, just above the base of her tail, where he felt a remarkable warmth. She gasped, and pulled her legs in.

"Don't worry, Emma. It's alright. Trust me, you're going to enjoy this." Then, he slid his inxex finger inside, receiving a very sharp "draaaaaagooo!" He pulled the finger back to the last digit, noting as she moaned and shifted with each joint pulling out. He pushed back in, and she inhaled sharply. He slid his middle in to join the first, and she cried out and pushed downward, immediately taking him to the knuckle. He paused to look up at her, feeling at once, guilty and relieved. She hadn't been hurt, but held a white-knuckle grip on the edge of the rub, and stared at him with a pleading, passionate face. She was already panting, and no doubt, loving every single second of this.

He pulled the digit, and her insides fought the retreat mightily. For as large and slick as the tunnel was, she had the grip of a vice, and moaned needily with every contraction and tug. She wasn't going to last long like this, Jacob thought. He pushed back in, and she gasped. He peeked up to see her face shoot up toward the ceiling, mouth locked in a silent growl. He slowly pulled out as his fingers were crushed by her strong inner walls. This time, he pushed in and pulled out slowly, but without pausing she made a strained 'uh' noise. He repeated, and she did too. Her deathgrip on the tub was almost concerning. He picked up the pace, and her utterances kept in step. The steady *schlk-pap, schlk-pap* of their actions echoed in the small room with her grunts. Finally, after around seven minutes he spiked the speed, and she caved. He was pistoning his fingers in and out for about three seconds, watching as her face contorted with the new and immeasurable pleasure.

Suddenly, the grunts halted for a sharp inhale, followed directly by her crying out her full name loud enough that it hurt his ears. Her insides matched the grip of her hands, and locked his fingers in her. The muscles contracted and released wildly, forcing his knuckles slightly into her vent. A wild idea struck him. He began to curl and uncurl his fingers in her, and the response was as explosive as it was immediate. Her body locked, and her tail slapped the side of the tub violently. She cried out again, and a wave of her juice burst out around his fingers. After a moment locked in place, she slumped in the tub, panting wildly, and trying to get out little bits and pieces of her species' name.

"Feel better now?" She nodded enthusiastically. He figured she would.