Clueless
CLUELESS
Pokemon Lemon Fiction
By: Scy Storm
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AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is for that special "Cliche Pokemon" theme at the AGNPH story section. Couldn't get this damn thing going and I had to write most of it last minute... I'd say that I hoped the quality didn't suffer, but, I wasn't expecting this one to be all that good. XD I figured the concept was hilarious, and it was just going to be excuse for outright smut, which is also a big cliche, to match the cliche Pokemon found therein! Even the title is cliche! So let's hope these facts don't fly over everyone's heads... Also I'm appealing to a shitload of fetishes here, count em! :D
INEVITABLE DISCLAIMER: There's a lot of hot sexing in dis story~ Nothing very GAY, though, so lmao. Also apologies if I ruined a great game/movie forever. :3
"Well, she certainly spares no expense on the lavishness..."
Six figures view a grand, if somewhat small, ballroom of the Boddy Mansion. Its modest size is made up for by the expensive decor, mainly the paintings, fitting of one as popular as its owner. An Alakazam turns to the figure who just spoke, a striking Blaziken, viewing one of the paintings opposite the room. "One would assume she'd spare no expense on a larger place." He states.
"Does she really need one?" says a yellow-furred Lucario, his voice gruff and matter-of-fact, "I wouldn't blow most of a fortune on a mansion based on size alone."
"It's a status symbol thing, so I guess she's not concerned about status." The Blaziken says, her eyes staring at a painting of a beautiful forest.
"I don't think she'd ever be considered of low status." A nearby Scyther says, breaking his silence.
Their conversation is broken by the loud opening of the double doors up on the balcony, situated atop two sets of staircase curling up the walls. The six visitors join each other in the middle of the ballroom floor, looking up as the mansion butler, a Mewtwo wearing a black suit & frilled undershirt with complementary monocle, steps to the balcony railing and looks down upon his guests. "Honored guests, meet the lady of the estate, Ms. Boddy." He speaks, stepping slightly to the side.
From behind him walks out a stunningly sexy Mew, her high heels clicking on the floor, body swaying with each leg movement, her sparkling fuchsia dress tight against her form, making no secret of her bust size. The six guests do their best not to react to their host's looks, as the feline leans over the railing, smiling downward, speaking in a lustrous voice. "Thank you, Mewsworth. I thank you all for accepting my invitation. As is my tradition, allow me to read off the guest list, for those who might be... unfamiliar with each other."
Mewsworth hands her a small scroll, which she unwinds, clearing her throat. "Miss Kassandra Scarlett, of the PokeLove Matchmaking Agency."
The Blaziken nods her head and rests her hands on her hips. She, like the Mew, wears a dress hugging her every curve, although hers being a solid deep red color, and not sparkling. She feels no need to be THAT flashy. "A pleasure, Mistress Boddy."
The Mew simply smiles cheerily. "Mr. Jacob Green, of the PokeGuard Protection Agency."
The Scyther nods this time, arms crossed over his chest as his hand jerks with his tie, attempting to make it more comfortable. His suit is of a dark green color, naturally, and he's not very used to wearing it, due to his usual dislike for formal occasions. "An honor, Ms. Boddy."
"Colonel Jack Mustard, formerly of the PokeFight National Guardsmen."
The Lucario nods, and much like the Scyther, his suit matches his special fur color. His fists clench a little behind his back as he hears slight snickers coming from two of the girls, his eyes narrowing. "I didn't ask for that last name, thank you... And I'm happy to be here, madame."
"Professor Victor Plum, of the PokeLearn Grand Academy."
The Alakazam puffs from his pipe, a whiff of smoke coming from his nostrils, one hand situated behind his back. His purple suit features a frilled undershirt, much like the butler atop the balcony. He slips the end of his pipe from his lips. "A distinct pleasure, madame."
"Mrs. Eleanor Peacock, of the PokeWatch Regional Office."
A beautiful Articuno flutters her sky blue dress, looking around as expensive as the Mew's, though once again not of the sparkling variety. She rests her chin on one of her fingers and nods, a curious smile on her face. "My husband sends his regards, my lady."
"And lastly, Mrs. Diane White, of PokeWear Fashion Design."
A white-furred Lopunny flicks her large ears, her stunning off-white dress possibly the most expensive in the room, sparkling across its surface like the Mew's, looking as if it's covered in diamonds, though they're not actual ones. "An honor and a privilege. And I thank you for wearing one of our dresses."
The Mew smiles cheerily and nods, closing the scroll and handing it back to her butler. "You're probably wondering why a movie star like me has invited the six of you here, seemingly randomly."
The guests look at each other, the Blaziken shrugging. It is a little suspect, mainly because of how the group has almost never met each other outside of this ballroom. The Mew lets out a chuckle, backing away from the balcony's railing and twirling once. "Why not keep it a mystery longer, hmm? I do enjoy mysteries... Besides, dinner is to be served some time in the next hour. So why don't you all explore the place and await the bell, hm?"
There's a slight annoyance in the air as the Mew decides to keeps things to herself, walking away back through the balcony doors, as the Mewtwo steps forth. "While our chef is busy, myself and the maid Yvette will be on hand to assist any of you. In the meantime, do make yourselves at home."
He bows a little and gives an ever-slight smile, before walking through the doors himself, shutting them. A few grumbles sound out of the guests, but they now have free reign to see how a movie star lives in the modest mansion. They split up, for now, walking through the various hallway doors scattered throughout the ballroom area.
Barely an hour later, a loud shriek echoes through the walls of the mansion, emanating from the ballroom. The guests rush to the area, coming from differing hallways, where a most interesting sight meets them. The maid Yvette, a Gardevoir whom they had not met yet, stands shocked at the mistress of the house Ms. Boddy lying unconscious on the floor in a rather... unflattering position. She's no longer wearing her dress, but rather her undergarments, which happen to be disheveled, the bare essentials of her body exposed for all to see. A puff of purple smoke appears in the room as the Mewtwo butler teleports in. "What on Earth has- GYYAA!" He yelps in surprise.
The Gardevoir grasps his shirt. "Mewsworth! Mistress Boddy has been... MOLESTED!" (cue the Dun Dun DUUUUUUN)
The six wander into the ballroom from the doorways to the outer rooms, a stomping coming from the kitchen area as the Charizard chef looks in, a look of profound annoyance on his face at something interrupting his cooking duties. The Mewtwo waves his hand as a sheet appears to cover up the exposed mistress, his eye looking toward the annoyed dragon. "I'm afraid dinner will have to be postponed."
The Char grumbles quite loudly and stomps back off toward the kitchen, his tail curling and shutting the door behind him loudly. The Mewtwo raises his hands again as the sheet-wrapped Mew floats in midair. "Well now who on Earth could have done this?" Plum exclaims.
"You, for one." Green seethes.
"I beg your pardon?!" Plum states loudly, his eyes wide in surprise.
"Hey, don't start playing the blame game right off the bat, boy, no one saw what happened." Mustard says, angrily.
"Well I don't think it happened here. Someone had to have moved her out here." Scarlett adds in.
The Mew suddenly vanishes, the Mewtwo lowering his hands. "Indeed. I have transported her to her quarters. Someone here is guilty, and no one is leaving until I've come to a conclusion." He says sternly.
Mewsworth's eyes glow as a field of energy surrounds the front door. "That is hardly fair, Mewsworth." White exclaims.
"Someone has harmed the mistress, and that is unforgivable. I will look for clues elsewhere. You are all free to do as you wish. Her quarters are now blocked as well."
With those parting words, Mewsworth poofs away in another billowing of smoke. The six house guests look to each other and the maid, who is now calming down after her surprising discovery, adjusting her outfit and taking her leave from the group quietly. After a moment of silence the Alakazam steps away from the group toward one of the hallways. "I suppose we might as well assist in the search, assuming none of us did it. Can't be correct, can it?" He states.
"Oh come on, why would any of us want to do that?" Peacock exclaims.
"You tell me." Plum adds as he strolls down the hallway.
The Articuno huffs a little, as Mustard shrugs and takes his own leave. The remaining four make their way out of the ballroom, increasingly wary of each other now under this mysterious situation.
Various dishware and decorations stretch across the large table in the dining room, ready for the dinner that never came due to the... unforeseen circumstance. Mr. Green strolls next to the table, one of the nails on his hand clicking across its wood in a semi-annoyed fashion, the bug somewhat lost in thought. His thoughts are broken up by another click on the table, the bug flinching and turning to see the Blaziken having joined him in the room. "Hungry, Mr. Green?" She asks.
Green rights himself after his flinch and smirks to her. "Don't you have somewhere else to be, Scarlett?"
"Hm, not particularly. I'm just wandering about randomly, same as you."
The Scyther winces. "Oh, don't give me that. Hm, I bet you're returning to the scene of the crime, hm?"
"Oh what are you talking about now?"
He motions to the table. "There's a candlestick missing. Everything else looks perfect otherwise. Did you do it, Kassie? Ms. Scarlett in the dining room with a candlestick?"
The Blaziken laughs loudly. "Now you're just being silly. What do you have against me?"
Green chuckles a little. "I know of the bordellos you run, Scarlett. I bet you wanted to ring Boddy in on it. How more high profile can you get in a call girl?"
Scarlett blinks in surprise, but quickly recovers, rubbing under her chin. "You are a very perceptive one. No use hiding anything from you. "But..." she states, stepping closer to him, "you're not the only perceptive one."
The Scyther backs up slightly. "What are you talking about?"
"Such a high ranking in your protection agency. Wouldn't it be terrible if you were to lose it all, over your... preference?"
Green erks and steps back again, wide-eyed. "I... don't know what you're talking about..."
A voice rings out from behind him. "Oh I think you do, buggy boy."
Green turns slightly to see Mrs. Peacock behind him, a smirk on her face practically as big as Scarlett's. "Y-You too? What do you want?" He yelps.
"My husband is a main force in the regional government. I know all about your agency, and your preference in partners, silly bug." Peacock replies.
Green just flinches and swallows, feeling backed into a corner here, although he's actually leaning against the side of the table. "And -I- know you want Ms. Boddy. To be your... first female."
"C-Come on, this is absurd..."
"Hey, I'm not hiding anything from you anymore. We know, so why don't you just calm down? I don't believe you have it in you to try and molest her like that." Scarlett explains.
Those words do serve to calm the bug down slightly. "W-Well... Explain why you two are teaming up on me, then."
The Articuno laughs. "Because I'm with her. A recent add-on to her bordello service... I wish to recruit Ms. Boddy just as much."
Green blinks at her. "Mrs. Peacock, you're a married woman!"
"So? He doesn't know and wouldn't give a damn if I told him. A sheltered lady like me needs to have some fun."
"And speaking of that..." The Blaziken chimes in, following it up with a rather forward grope to the nervous bug.
Green practically leaps out of his skin, having nowhere to squirm away from the forward fire-type. "H-Hey, what gives..."
"You don't stand a chance at Ms. Boddy, Jakey-boy. So instead, we're gonna be your first females." Scarlett states, pressing up to him as she gropes once more.
Green errps and squirms slightly against her, the blue bird pressing up to his other side and grinning at him. "Well I... that is, um..."
The two girls just laugh, sweeping their wing arms across the table to push the dishware aside and create a clean space before shoving him onto his back. The bug erks and doesn't even bother to resist the girls at this point as their hands slide underneath his clothing to feel the scaled bareness below the fabric. His upper shirts are pulled open to reveal his chest area, the Blaziken keeping one hand down his lowers the entire time as they slide their hands across his toned body. "Ooh, how could a cutie like you not want to be a lady killer?" Scarlett exclaims, following it with a giggle.
The Scyther just glows red in the face, not really having anything to say as the girls have their way with his body. "No no, Kasandra, he -does- want to be one, the fool just wanted to start with the mistress." Peacock exclaims.
Scarlett laughs a little as the girls mess with the clothing on the lower half of his body. "It's practically sad..."
Very quickly he's lost his shoes, pants and undergarments, his lower body exposed for the eager women, the Blaziken's hand wrapped firmly around a half-hard erection, like it was before the pants were off. She almost instantly as her beak around it, the Scyther gasping partially in fear, but quickly shakes it off with a moan, Scarlett certainly knowing what she's doing. Peacock slides herself down there as well, planting licks across the exposed sack, seeing the Scyther already twitching in arousal underneath the Blaziken's tongue. "For being so 'girl-hating' he sure got ready quick, didn't he?" She states, giggling.
A short distance away from the dining area, some blinds close quietly inside of an open viewing window, the one into the kitchen. The Charizard chef, hearing a commotion from most of the dishware sliding across the table at once, has caught the beginning of a very interesting situation. This is certainly not something he's used to seeing at all in this mansion when he's here. Hiding behind the blinds, he moves a bottom one askew so he can peek outward, figuring the three were far too busy to notice him. His night was basically ruined up to this point, so why not end on a high note, the gruff dragon smirking to himself as he undoes his belt.
The Scyther has a moment of reprieve to breathe, his face still glowing as he witnesses the girls lose their dresses before him, their amazing bodies on display in only silk undergarments. The two girls pose for him for a moment, the bug scooting upward on the table slightly in a flinch, his length twitching all over his stomach. Soon enough he's got two pairs of panties thrown at his face, and he's shoved back down onto the table, the two girls climbing up there with him. The Blaziken slides herself over his hips, the eager lips of her sex sliding up against his length as she manipulates it with her fingers. "Let's see how this makes you feel, Jakey..." She says, before she slips herself onto it.
Green grunts loudly and shoots his head upward, inhaling deeply as his length sinks into the tight, wet orifice, the Blaziken easily aroused enough to slip herself all the way to the hilt, moaning out for him and grinding to his hips. The Scyther presses up to her out of reflex, his fingers jabbing at the table. "Aahh.. hot..." He manages to mumble.
Scarlett giggles a little, her hands sliding up and down his form. "Get used to it, honey." She says matter-of-factly before beginning to shove her hips up and down.
Peacock, quiet up to that point, giggles slightly and slides herself over the bug's face, shoving her own wet sex lips down, only hers are against his face. "I know you're used to licking something -else-, but let's see how well you can do here, Jakey."
Green erks and swallows a little, his body pulsating with pleasure at the feeling of Scarlet riding him. He's tentative at first, but he plants a few licks across the eager 'cuno's sex lips, before sliding his nimble tongue inside her, trying as best he can to pleasure her in his complete inexperience with the female body. At least Peacock seems to be enjoying herself, the two avians moaning as they use the bug, grinning as they face each other. They press their bodies together, each tugging the other's bra down to let out their breasts, tongues flicking together. The Scyther can just barely make out them playing with each other, trying his best to concentrate on licking out the ice avian as best he can, hips bouncing a little of his own accord to hit up the fire bird.
The Charizard hiding in the kitchen can very much see them, however, lowly growling to himself as the two girls play. He'd very much love to stomp in there and show those girls a true good time, but that there lucky bug is living out a fantasy, and he's not -that- big an asshole to disturb such a moment. He's content where he is, eyes fixated on the action, a clawed dragon hand sliding all over his engorged member.
The two birds pant and whine against each other as they mingle tongues, Scarlett's body bouncing against the 'cuno as she's drilling herself on the bug with need. Peacock is getting a sufficient amount of pleasure from the licks, but his inexperience is definitely showing. It doesn't take all that long for Scarlett to whine out hard against the Articuno's sapphire down as she hits a climax over the bug, causing him to groan loudly and muffled into Peacock's body, his length barely escaping an early climax. Peacock pants some, grinding herself on his face as she snickers. "Now -you're- the eager one!" She says.
"I... can't help it! Turning this little gay boy is so hot!"
She shoves herself on him with more authority, her body heating up considerably. The Scyther's eyes widen, his concentration on the ice avian practically nil now as his tongue just jumbles around inside her, his hips taking on a mind of their own and driving up as best he can to the fire avian. The Articuno grins to herself, using her hands to grope and pleasure the Blaziken before her, watching and hearing their powerful coupling. She helps Scarlett along to another relatively quick climax, which is most definitely too much for the bug, hearing and feeling the bug's next loud groan as he lets himself go inside the fire bird Scarlett squeezes down on his body and coos loudly, her body shivering. "Ooh, he gives up a lot...!" She says gleefully.
The Scyther drops his head down and pants when his climax finishes, feeling both of the girls climb off of him. He barely has any recovery time before the Blaziken yanks him off the table, the bug nearly falling down as his legs are weak after the climax. He manages to stay standing, though, and is greeted by the Articuno seating herself on the edge of the table, spreading her legs and pulling him against her with them. "You're gonna make me cum the fun way." She says, licking his nose.
He smiles some in his orgasmic daze, adjusting himself and grasping onto his still hard length, sliding it into the ice bird easily. He leans his head back and hisses loudly, as this avian's body is the direct opposite spectrum of temperature compared to the red-hot Blaziken. The Articuno moans deeply and pulls him closer with her legs, the bug wasting little time, leaning over her and pounding his hips away at her with the utmost eagerness. The Articuno lays herself back on the table, belting out her noises of bliss. Seeing her breasts exposed in front of him, he decides to go for something new and latch his muzzle onto one of them, licking and suckling. She gasps loudly and grasps him with her hands. "Now you're g-getting the hang of it..!"
Green smiles to himself as he slurps, slamming his hips to her hard, his body suddenly locking up once when she squeals and hits one semi-quick orgasm across his dick, immediately shooting his arousal high. Seems she was more turned on by the licking than it seemed. He very quickly gets back to form, drilling away at her body, his mind getting lost in the ice queen's pleasures, before he's suddenly snapped out of it by a penetration behind him. "Wwhaa..!" He grunts out.
The Blaziken peeks up and grins, herself having brandished a sexual toy and shoved it inside the preoccupied bug's backside. "Brought it just in case I needed it... What better time than now, hm?" She asks before giving it another shove.
The bug just cries out in a hard moan, grasping onto the table and driving into the ice girl with even more furor. Peacock glows red in blush as she gasps out her moans, her body and the table rocking. "Oh.. my I can't.. take it!" She manages to gasp out.
Scarlett jerks and moves the toy inside the bug intently, hearing him moan as he drives Peacock to another climax, that pleasure mingling with the toy and ending him again, his body halting as he empties out what he had left into the second avian's body. She gasps hard and grasps his shoulders hard with her hands, shaking. "Oooh he does have a lot to give up!"
That lot has to end though, as the bug is left laying across her, panting heavily, the two girls having thoroughly worn him out in a relatively short time. Scarlett pulls the toy out of her as Peacock rolls him over, his spent length flopping down on his stomach as she pets his chest. "Have fun, baby?" Scarlett says as she stands up.
"Oooh yesss..." Green hisses out in immense satisfaction.
The two girls just giggle, mutually deciding they've given him enough. On the other half of the area, in the kitchen, the Charizard is slumping down with a grunt, panting out his nostrils, the immediate wall in front of him caked in his steaming seed. He slides his tongue across his messy hand and stares at the wall, his arousal high wearing off and putting him back in annoyed grunt mode, just now realizing that's another thing to clean up. Maybe this wasn't a high point to end the night on after all.
The retired colonel mustard sighs to himself as he stares upon the lounging area of the mansion, various comforters and sofas spread amongst the very well-made carpet. This place looks spotless, so he very much doubts anything happened to Ms. Boddy in here. He hopes to himself that no one suspects him of wrongdoing here, even if he sort of had something in mind... Leaving her out there in the ballroom is out of the question, however. His thoughts are interrupted as he hears someone entering, looking over his shoulder at a distinctive white shimmer. "Hanging in here all alone, Jack?" Mrs. White asks.
"Diane? What are you doing here?" He replies.
The white-furred Lopunny strolls to the middle of the area toward him. "Checking around, as much as you. Is this the only place you've been?"
"Well, yes, didn't feel the need to go elsewhere."
"Huh... This room isn't very far from the ballroom, you know."
Mustard narrows his eyes. "So what?"
"Who's to say you didn't do something to Ms. Boddy here, hmm? Got cold feet and left her in the ballroom?"
The Lucario growls. "Shut your mouth! I would do no such thing!"
The Lopunny laughs. "There's a revolver on the shelf there. I noticed it. They wouldn't load it with real bullets here, it's probably got silent tranqs. Was it Colonel Mustard in the lounge with a revolver?"
"I won't hear anymore of this." Mustard grunts out, about to leave.
White grabs his wrist, giggling out almost too loudly. "Oh Jack, Jack, come on now! I'm just pushing your buttons, I thought you had the hang of this by now."
The Lucario stops in his tracks, taking a deep breath and exhaling in a hard sigh. "I'm always so winded up. I'm sorry, Diane."
"Don't worry. I don't know who did that to the mistress, but I know it wasn't you." She smiles.
The Lucario just nods and steps back in the main furniture area. "So why did you come in here, then?"
"Just felt like seeing you again, without several others standing around."
"Seeing me again? It's been years, Diane."
"I know... and I'm surprised you never bothered to come find me again."
Mustard narrows his eyes slightly. "You're a married woman, Diane, it wouldn't seem right dropping in."
White pffs and flutters her dress once. "He is so caught up in the designing business that I sometimes think he doesn't even notice I'm around."
"That is a shame."
There's a moment of silence between the two, for lack of anything to say, Mustard focusing his eyes on any random nothings in the room, White just staring at him curiously. "So what did you intend for Ms. Boddy?"
The Lucario blinks out of his spacing and looks to her. "Excuse me?"
She chuckles. "Come now. We all have to be after Ms. Boddy for some reason, the invites were just a lucky ticket. I want to pull her into my fashion business and... well, use her as a substitute for my uncaring husband..."
Mustard blushes somewhat across his yellow cheeks. "Diane, that's none of my business..."
"It is now!" He says, giggling at him and fluttering her dress again. "So tell me what your goal was."
The Lucario adjusts his tie and stiffens. "I was merely accepting the invite."
"Oh don't give me that... I know you met her before, during your touring days on the force, just like with me."
He erks and blinks in surprise at her, then trying to hide his uneasiness. "No..."
"Yes you did. The only woman you didn't manage to lay back in those days, you eager stud, you..." She giggles softly.
He looks away from her, cheeks red again. "I was young and stupid then."
"And I snapped you out of it, didn't I?" She says, walking up to him, her body touching his side.
The Lucario flinches a bit but otherwise makes no effort to move. "You... could say that, yes."
"I was more than another hot lay, wasn't I? But we could only stay together for so long, and now here you are, a lonely old soul lusting after the one lady he never conquered..." She muses.
Mustard flinches again and just sighs. "I'm like an open book, aren't I?"
"To me, at least." She hums to herself, as her fingers climb up across his chest.
He blinks, looking at her hand, and then to her. "Diane, what are you doing?"
"If you're so lonely, then you can simply count on me to make it all better..." She says, tugging at his tie.
"You're married!"
"Like I said, he's useless to me." She says, leaning against him and breathing on his neck.
The motion makes the canine shiver, the Lucario finding it very hard to resist her. She brings her other hand in sliding motion up his suit, both of her hands going to grasp his cheeks as she looks at him. "Show me you still got the fire, even for just one more time..."
His eyes lid as he falls prey to her beauty, the Lopunny pulling his muzzle against hers in a firm kiss, the Lucario diving right into it. His hands slide over her dressed form, the bunny immediately shivering against him. Her hands grasp his clothing tightly, wanting to rip it right off of him. He helps her by slipping his over shirt off, the Lopunny tugging his tie loose in a swift tug, their kiss hard and unbreaking. One of his hands plays behind her dress, feeling the loosening cord, tugging it. The Lopunny grins, slipping out of the kiss as her arms lower, the dress falling down loosely to show her just in underwear. The Lucario chuckles. "You're always ready for the good stuff..." He remarks.
She nods and rumbles in delight to him, sliding herself down his clothed body and attacking his pants buckle. He grins as she works, himself getting the buttons of his shirt undone, feeling his pants undone in no time as she pulls his briefs down slightly and goes right for the sheath. This gets a loud groan from him, finishing undoing his shirt as he takes it off, his hips pressing up to her eager mouth a little. It's not long before it's bobbing up and down over revealed appendage, the Lucario's hand drifting down to slide over her fuzzy head. "Ahh... Haven't lost your touch here either..."
She smirks up at him, one of her hands playing with his dangling orbs as her muzzle and tongue slide up to the tip of the now twitching appendage, focusing there and listening to him grunt in his love for it. Her lips pop off with a slight noise. "You're as big as ever, dearest."
"Part of the reason why I laid them all, hm?"
The Lopunny grins as she's reaching behind herself, unclasping her bra and letting it fall. "Of course, but even it was no match for these." She states as she moves upward slightly and squeezes the length between her breasts.
Mustard groans quite loudly, his hips immediately pressing forward, his length firm against her chest. "That's true..!"
She just giggles up at him, sliding herself up and down and rolling her breasts in her hands, massaging them across his length, her tongue sliding all over the tip of the canine member, soaking up plenty of pre liquids he's letting out. He grunts and softly growls, unable to keep his hips from jerking up and down slightly, humping against her chest with a sure eagerness. She herself knows exactly how to push all his pleasure buttons. Her mouth closes on the end to suckle it occasionally amongst her lickings, not letting up for a single second with her hefty bosom. The Lucario shivers hard and jerks his hips ever harder. "Diane, stop it, I can't take it..."
She simply giggles and squeezes his length harder with her breasts, delighting herself with the sound of his groan. His hips jerk erratically as the feeling of a swelling knot appears between her breasts. She wanted this, of course, stopping her work to grasp onto his knot hard, her mouth deeping his length as far as she can and going back to bobbing. That gets him big time, the canine practically howling into the air as his heavy gift shoots to her maw and throat. She gives the length one good long bob during, before coming off the end of the length and coughing, blushing hard as the last several heavy shots go over her face and upper chest area. "Oh my you were pent up! I couldn't swallow it all..."
His face glows somewhat as he pants, his seed lost in the sea of her white fur, as she looks up at him with her messy face and giggles. "That's alright, you'll need some longevity." She says as she stands up.
She takes a few steps away from him, mrring, her back end facing him as she bends over and slides her panties down her legs. Mustard hardly even waits for her to get them off, as he's right behind her, his engorged length digging right into her soaking wet sex. She cries out sharply, kicking her panties away and spreading her legs, her hands bracing on one of the coffee tables. The Lucario grabs onto her back as he pounds at her backside with plenty of force, this being the first time in a very long time he's had it in with a good female... and even longer since he's had it in with her "It's just as good as I remember, Diane!"
"Ohh fuck I've needed this so long, Jack!!" She screams out for him.
Her breasts sway as her body is rocked so hard back and forth, the Lucario sparing no expense in his lust for her, his hands sliding across the silky-soft fur on her back. She grasps a better hold of the coffee table as she jerks her hips back at him some, her eyes closing as she lets out little squeaking gasps with every thrust his length makes deep into her. He can tell what she's doing, as he grasps her shoulders again and tries to go as deep as he can, hitting a golden spot inside her as she whines hard, squeezing his length in climax. He stops his thrusting completely just to feel her clench around his length, groaning, his pre leakage returning immediately. She begins panting hard, her legs wobbling. "Aah Jack I can't stand..."
His arms swoop under her legs as he lifts her into the air, arms situated under the inside of her knees. She lays her back against his chest, and then starts gasping and whining as his thrusts resume, his length drilling upward into her airborne form. This is not a position she recalls him fucking her in, but she's not going to complain as her prone body is bounced up and down by the eager canine. His hands grasp onto her hips tightly, his thrusts not as fast as he was doing before, but this position is a little awkward in his mind. She drifts one of her hands down, sliding it across their coupling, causing him to groan quite loudly. "Oh you naughty girl." He mumbles, licking across her shoulder.
She grins and continues rubbing there, only exciting the canine further and getting more of his liquids inside her. With his arms getting tired soon enough, he regretfully drops his length out of her. Before the Lopunny can wonder what's going on, she's dropped on her back on the sofa, the Lucario immediately atop her and going back to drilling her with the ferocity he had during her standing position. "Ohh yes Jack!!" She screams out.
He latches his muzzle onto hers with heavy passion, feeling her legs wrap around his waist as he spares her eager body no mercy. She releases her muffled moans and whines of bliss into his muzzle, draping her arms across his shoulders, leaving herself at the mercy of the hunky colonel. He refuses to release her muzzle from his own, his mind otherwise driven to a singular purpose. His dick flies in and out of her, his engorged knot beginning to knock against her ever harder. Her eyes go wide slightly. It's been far too long since she got that, can she even handle it anymore? She finds out quickly, as the 'cario finally manages to grind and pop it into her, immediately breaking the kiss and groaning hard. "Ahh, Diane!!"
"JACK!!"
She arches her back against him, the knot going inside her setting her over the edge again. That's all the canine needed as he howls out for her again, an even stronger load than before making its way into her body, locked in nice and snug by his convenient canine anatomy. The two lusty lovers lay still moments later, panting heavily, bodies damp with sweat. Mustard soon raises his head to smile lovingly at her, kissing her lips briefly and rumbling. "You're right, I should have counted on you long ago..." He says.
White giggles softly and just hugs against him, content to lay there quietly in afterglow. Hopefully he'll not disappear in loneliness after this escapade...
With a creak and a latch, the Gardevoir maid shuts the door to the study, clicking her feather duster off its spot on her fabric belt. She strolls up past the comforters and stares at the bookshelves against the far wall, the things practically made of dust at this point. Isn't this supposed to be Mewsworth favorite place? Must not like those particular books. As she readies her duster for some serious dust bunny cleansing, she hears a low drawn out exhale behind her. She turns to see the Alakazam visitor sitting in one of the comforters. She gasps and drops her duster, holding her chest. "Professor, you frightened me." She exclaims.
Plum smiles a little as the smoke flows out of his nostrils, his finger thumbing a page in the book he's reading, chuckling. "It is not my fault you walked right past me without looking." He replies.
She sighs in relief, pausing for a moment of awkward silence before grabbing her duster off the floor. "I can leave you be, if you'd like..."
"No, no, you may stay. Continue doing your maid work, if you like."
She shifts a little where she's standing but manages a slight nod. "I guess..."
"Do I make you uncomfortable, my dear?" He asks, her demeanor not getting past his attention.
"You could say that..."
He lets out another low chuckle, as he closes the book he's holding with a slight thud, setting it down on the table. "Ah, Yvette. I never assumed you'd end up here. Caretaker to a big movie star? Very nice indeed."
She smiles just slightly, not sure what to make of his statement, but he seems sincere. "I wasn't really good at doing anything else..."
"Not for lack of trying, my dear."
The Alakazam stands up out of his chair, taking one last exhale of his pipe before setting it on the table as well, strolling toward her. The Garde immediately gets nervous seeing this, almost falling backward. "Yvette, my word, relax! What has gotten into you?"
"Well, you know, just..."
Plum narrows his eyes. "Do you think I had something to do with Ms. Boddy's unfortunate happenstance?"
The Garde shakes a little. "Well, maybe..."
"Accursed insect flinging the mud in my direction. Why would I do something like that? Did I do it here? There's a rope on the bookshelf there. Professor Plum in the study with a rope?!"
"No, Professor, I didn't..." She stammers.
Plum grumbles. "I was invited here. Simple as that. I still have no idea why, but, there it is."
He steps away from her slightly, hands behind his back, looking at nothing in particular in the study, attempting to calm himself. The maid clutches her feather duster and shrugs a little bit. "She was a student..."
Plum widens his eyes slightly and looks to her. "What did you say?"
"She was a student of yours, around the time I was... You know, that's a reason..." She looks away from him.
The Alakazam narrows his eyes, a smile eventually curling across his face. "Lovely maid Gardevoir has a good mind. And you said you weren't good enough for anything more than a maid."
"I deduced you all want Ms. Boddy... Just didn't know why, except for you..."
"Oh? Enlighten me on your detective reasoning."
"You had it in with a lot of your students, Professor. But never her. You never got her."
"But I did get you."
The Gardevoir blushes deeply, nodding. "Well, yes..."
Plum chuckles, stepping toward her again, one arm coming up to brush the back of his hand across her face. "You remember those days fondly, don't you Yvette?"
She almost steps backward as he touches her face, shivering a little and nodding slightly. "O-Of course..."
He leans closer to her, the scent of her perfume sliding up to his nose, indulging in it quietly. "You're indeed perceptive of my motivation for accepting the invite. But I have very little need for Ms. Boddy upon discovering your presence."
Yvette immediately blushes harder, pulling away from him slightly. "Oh, Professor, we couldn't..."
He steps even closer to her, his chest rumbling as he's close enough to have it against her. "I doubt anyone is going to stop us."
"No, it's just... that... I like someone else..." She stammers.
He pulls his head back slightly and thinks for a moment, before smiling. "Oh? The butler? Something tells me you've never had it in with him."
Yvette blinks a little. "Well, no, not really..."
"You've had no sex since you came here, hm?"
"N-No..."
He leans up toward her again. "You must be burning very badly for it, my dear..."
Yvette lets out a stuttering gasp, her legs clasping a little. "Y-Yes..."
His hands slide up across her maid uniform, the psychic exhaling a breath near her neck. "Then forget about the butler, and enjoy your long lost teacher."
She lets out another stuttering gasp, her feather duster dropping again as their lips brush against each other. "Oh Professor..."
He kisses at her lips gently, short on-and-off kisses as his hands begin glowing, manipulating the maid clothing she has on. She stands there shivering slightly as he kisses her, feeling her body gradually becoming undressed by his intangible force. She holds her arms out some to help all the clothing come off as his kisses go around her neck area. Once the maid outfit is gone, she causes her own natural "dress" to disappear, leaving the bare Gardevoir form before him. She wore no undergarments, it seems. He slides his hands down her arms, taking hold her gentle hands in his as he's back to kissing her lips on and off. "I remember the sorts of things you like..."
She stays close to him, letting out hot pants of arousal. Behind her, the rope he mentioned previously being on the bookshelf floats its way toward them, controlled by this thoughts. Grasping her hands, he pushes her arms behind her back, and she snaps out of her stupor to find the rope being her wrists and upper arms behind her. "Such as... this." He states matter-of-factly.
Her face glows heavily with blush as her arms are tied, her body shaking. He did indeed remember one of her top fetishes, as they indulged in it many a time back in her student days. The rope binds tight onto her, as she sees his clothing disappear in a haze of purple energy, his hips pressing his limp male parts against her closed thighs. "Oh.. Oh my..." She stammers, somewhat breathlessly.
He grins softly to her, his nose brushing against her face, his hips very sensually rubbing against her. "You remember this well, don't you? Or has it been too long?"
She stutters another gasp as she can feel him hardening, sliding right between her gentle-closed thighs, eventually hardening enough to press to her wet sex lips. "I remember! God I remember..." She states with excitement.
He grunts softly as his hardened length slides back and forth between her thighs and against her treasure. He backs up slightly, using his psychic power to pull her with, causing her to gasp. He drops back down into his comforter once more, her body going atop him with legs spread, his hands sliding across her hips. "Then unite with your master once more, my lovely student." He says, deep and alluringly as he can.
The Gardevoir shudders in utter bliss, adjusting herself as best she can, before sending herself down fast and eagerly on his large length. Her head flies back as she moans hard into the air, Plum pressing his head against the comforter and shivering in lust. She adjusts her knees a little on him and starts bouncing upon his length, her mouth panting hard in desire for him, although she's not quite able to apply a lot of force without something to brace on with her hands. His eyes fixate back onto her, taking in her creamy white body, breasts bouncing as she slides up and down his length. "Just as good as I remember, Yvette..."
She leans her head back a little to wail once more. "Ohh Professor!"
His hands travel up her body to feel her curves, as well as her breasts, larger than the last time they were together, of course. Yvette gets pleasureful pulses from every touch, every plunge of his length inside of her. Just as his hands slide back down toward her hips, a noise sounds out in the room, sudden and sharp. Yvette freezes in horror, as she recognizes it immediately. Plum glances behind her and smirks slightly. "Ah... It seems we have a visitor, my dear."
The Garde turns her head over her shoulder with a glowing face, as the butler Mewsworth has appeared behind them, his own face glowing, as this was the last thing he expected to see going into his study to look for a clue. "I... Well, um, indeed..." The Mewtwo stammers, embarrassed.
Yvette isn't sure what to do now, as the ever-calm Plum chuckles low, shoving his length upward a little to hilt it, making her squeal gently. "Well good sir, if you don't mind the noise, you may search for whatever clues you're trying to find. Or you may partake, if so desired..."
Yvette's eyes go wide, as the Mewtwo blinks in confusion. "P-Partake?"
"Why yes, old boy. I spoke with her and she seems rather fond of you." He grins widely.
The Mewtwo is visibly uncomfortable, as he adjusts his shirt. "That is an... interesting revelation."
Plum smirks widely, a pulse of psychic energy jolting the Mewtwo between his legs, as the Alakazam very clearly noticed the butler's immediate arousal at the situation. "Come now, friend... I happen to know another of her fetishes is the other hole." He states, as his hands drift forward slightly to grope her backside.
Yvette squeals again, not believing this is happening as she stares back at the Mewtwo. The panting butler finally makes up his mind, his clothes disappearing in a haze much like Plum's, revealing his nude form and flagging erection. He strolls to the pair quickly, using some saliva to count his dick, wasting little time in forcing it into her second hole. The Gardevoir cries out in a mix of pain and pleasure, arching her back against the butler as he gets it all into her. Plum can't help but grin widely from the turn of events, watching the two react from the coupling. "That's better." He says, his voice rumbling from his haze of lust.
His length drops down a bit as he starts thrusting it up at the maid, eager to resume his pleasures. The Mewtwo snaps out of his daze and follows his lead, working his already-leaking length at the maid's backside. Yvette lets out heavy moans, not believing yet that she's being double-taken by her professor and her crush. The wave of passion and pleasure hits her body soon enough, and she's rocking her body back and forth crazily, pleasuring herself hard on their lengths, wanting them deep inside her. Plum's hands slide across her belly and hip area as Mewsworth leans against her back, his nimble hands groping at her chest. The double pleasure combined with her butler groping close to her clicks hard in the Gardevoir. "Ohhh GODS!" She screams, a climax hitting her form.
Plum lets out a hard groan from that, stopping his hips cold and taking her climax, feeling her flexing body rock on him erratically, his arousal shooting up quite high. His hands squeeze on her hips some as he resumes driving himself up at her erratic rides. Having such an effect on her only turns the Mewtwo on more, driving himself firm and fast into her body, continuing to grope on her as his arousal is climbing by the second. The psychic males are driven ever onward by her soft whines, calling out their names. Mewsworth himself can't take it anymore, his length hitting into her erratically. "Yvette, I'm losing it...!" He mumbles.
Before she can even react, he's inside of her and climaxing hard into her body. The very feeling of her lovely butler giving his gift to her anally is enough to send her into another orgasm on the driving length of her master. That's all the Alakazam needed, as he lays his head back and exhales a long, low groan, his body giving up its heavy load deep into her body, some of it running out of her due to her vertical position above him. The psychic trio wind down from their climaxes, Mewsworth almost falling backward as his dick slips from her body. "This... was unexpected, to say the least." The Mewtwo mumbles out.
Plum just grins a little bit, his eyes glowing slightly. "Come now, that can't be all the fun we'll have." He says, mischievously.
The two perk up a little from that. Yvette then feels herself lifted up to the air, off of her professor's length. Two mid-sized stools are pushed together by his power, the maid finding herself belly down on their plush surfaces. Plum stands from his spot and walks to her, spreading open her hanging legs and grinning widely. "As I said, she's quite fond of you, Mewsworth. So why don't you make a fantasy of hers come true?" He states, looking over at the Mewtwo part-way through the sentence.
Mewsworth continues to glow bright in the face, but there's no way he can pass that up, gliding himself up to her body and burying his length in her anew; this time in the better hole. Yvette's cry of bliss is like music, as her butler crush is now deep in her body, beginning to pump away. The Alakazam watches for but a moment before strolling his way to Yvette's face. "Meanwhile, I'll bank on just one more fetish of hers... Sucking her master dry."
Plum presses his length up against her face. Yvette is all too eager, moaning slightly as she slams his entire length into her muzzle and throat, suckling hard, her tongue gathering up the seed he lost out of her body just moments ago. The professor groans low and deep, sliding his hands across her upper back area. "Yes, that's right..."
Yvette's moans are muffled over the length, her body so incredibly pleasured by her crush's dick reaching so deep into her, driving in and out her needy form. Her skilled head slides up and down the entire length of the Alakazam, leaving the professor, clenching one fist, his body twitching hard. Mewsworth watches the fellatio as he works her body, his hands sliding over her sides and gripping. "She... uff, seems good at that..." He stammers.
"You don't know the half of it." Plum replies, following it with another groan.
Yvette whines hard over her master's dick as a climax hits the Mewtwo suddenly, her body making absolutely no secret just how turned on it is by having the Mewtwo inside it. Mewsworth manages to hold on though, his thrusts slowing for just a moment before getting harder and faster. Plum is panting ever harder, his hips jerking up and down a little, slightly opposite to her head motions. She never lost her cocksucking edge, even after all this time. "That's it, Yvette, you've almost got me..." He says, slightly breathlessly.
Mewsworth's pace only gets harder and faster every passing moment, his arousal growing leaps and bounds. Plum raises his hands upward and clenches them, letting out a hard groan as his best student sucks a climax out of him, every shot powering down her throat. Somewhat unexpectedly, she lifts off the length at the last moment, crying out hard to the air as she gets one more climax. That's all she wrote for Mewsworth, who hilts into her with a powerful groan and fills her belly with his seed. The Alakazam watches the end of their coupling as the last few shots of his climax go all over her face and neck, not that she or him really care all that much. Yvette lets out one last fading white of pleasure, before actually passing out cold atop the stools. Mewsworth slides out of her, panting heavily, taking a moment to register that she just lost consciousness. "Ah! Yvette?!" He stammers in alarm.
"No worries, my boy... We overloaded her." Plum states.
The rope is psychically undone and falls to the floor, as the Alakazam floats her body a ways away to one of the comforters to rest comfortably. Mewsworth plops down on another, exhausted from two hard orgasms he didn't imagine were going to happen several minutes ago. "I definitely chose the right time to come into here." He states, smiling afterward.
Plum takes the last comforter, sighing heavily and letting his arousal fall, his pipe meeting his lips again. "Indeed you did, Mewsworth. Very much indeed..." He replies leaning his head back with a quite satisfied smile.
A large mental burst floods through the mansion, a calling for occupants to go to the ballroom. It's from Ms. Boddy! Minutes later, the six guests make their way to the ballroom foyer, all managed to have gotten dressed sometime after their secret escapades in the other rooms. Mewsworth appears in teleport on the upper balcony, in suit. Yvette is not present, though the two psychic types know why, and of course the cook is absent, presumably because he doesn't care. "So that was a signal from Boddy, right? Is she okay?" White asks.
Her question is answered by the double doors opening up, the mistress of the house stepping out, in the same dress she wore earlier that day. "Greetings again, my honored guests!" She belts out, as bubbly as ever.
"Madame, you are quite cheerful for someone who has been unconscious for a while!" Plum remarks.
The Mew simply giggles a little. "Ah, yes, that. I'm terribly sorry our eventing had to be ruined with that event, but I assure you I am perfectly fine."
"Well that is good, but... who on Earth did it? Did you discover anything Mewsworth?" Green asks.
The Mewtwo fidgets nervously and clears his throat. "As a matter of fact, I-" He says, before a paw touches his lips, from the Mew.
"No need, dear Mewsworth. I already know the answer."
"What? Then who did it to you?" Scarlett questions.
"Why, Mewsworth himself, of course!" (cue another Dun Dun DUUUUUUN)
The six guests gasp in disbelief as Mewsworth goes wide-eyed. "Me... What? That's not... true..."
Ms. Boddy just giggles a little, twirling around him once. "Come now, you were testing some kind of new psychic trick on me, thinking it wouldn't leave a memory... That kinda went wrong, didn't it? And I ended up teleported right into the ballroom. I know all." She explains.
"You damn mutant cat, you were trying to pin it on one of us!" Peacock yells, the others sharing her annoyance.
"Oh don't be so hard on him, folks, he was just embarrassed over what happened." She says, looking to him and sliding a paw across his chin. "If you were so interested in me, Mewsy, all you had to do was say something."
Mewsworth blushes hard as the Mew flutters her eyes at him, a gruff throat clear coming down from the Lucario. "Not to be rude, madame, but there is one more issue: Why were all invited?" Mustard asks.
"Oh, yes. I nearly forgot! Ahem, you all received an invite because I know of all your interest in me." She says, grinning.
That gets a round of embarrassed blushes and fidgets from the six guests, who didn't expect Boddy to be that omnipotent. "W-What, really?" Green stammers.
"Oh yes. So I'm planning another great movie to star in, and I invited you all here to see if you might join me in it. And just so you know, I plan on it being a very... smutty movie, you see." She says, winking.
The six guests look at each other, smiles curling across faces, eventually turning to grins. "It was just that simple, wasn't it?" Plum states.
The Mew giggles a little. "I'm sure you'll have a grand time with me, eventually... And I know some of you have become... intimately acquainted tonight. Or re-acquainted."
Another round of embarrassed blushes. "Jesus christ... I know never to underestimate a Mew again..." White says in her embarrassment.
"Anyway, my chef should have something prepared soon for anyone who is hungry. Otherwise, you are all free to do as you wish tonight. As for me..." She says, grasping Mewsworth by the shirt. "... I'm going to have a little private tete-a-tete with Mewsy here. Have a splendid evening!"
Mewsworth squeaks as he's pulled stumbling through the double doors, which close immediately. A slight moment of silence amongst the house guests, noting each other's happy and relieved demeanors. "I guess that solves the mystery." Green says.
"Yes, and now we're free to do whatever..." White says, grinning.
"I know exactly what I'm doing." Mustard replies, grabbing White by the wrist and taking off with her down one of the hallways, the Lopunny giggling the entire way.
Green only smirks, before erking as the stronger-than-she-looks Blaziken hugs him from behind, grinning widely. "Come now, buggy... I have a Charizard I'd like you to meet... He thinks I didn't notice him earlier, heheheh."
She pulls him by the arm toward the kitchen, the bug yelping. "Wait, see him? Where was he?!" He yells out as they disappear down the hall.
Plum and Peacock are left alone now, the two glancing at each other as Plum puffs from his pipe. "Now it is you and I, madame."
"Hm, yes it is. I understand you are an acclaimed professor... Perhaps you can teach me something I don't know."
She coos, taking one of his hands and walking a few steps toward one of the doors, looking at him alluringly. Plum grins around his pipe, returning the hold on her hand. "Well then I say, class is officially in session."
He follows her through the doorway, and silence falls upon the Boddy Mansion. At least, until the moans start echoing through the night. But isn't that how all good nights should end?
And stories, of course.
THE END
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Clue the film and related characters © Paramount Pictures
~ Scy