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Where There's Smoke

Part 2

Ah, there's the budding journalist! Welcome back, my friend! Not too hungover I trust? Ha! That's the spirit. Now, settle in with the social lubricant of your choice, and let us continue my curious tale...

Where was I? Ah yes, picking myself up from the doldrums of self-pity. Rejection is ever a bitter pill to swallow! No matter that I still wrestled with the terms of my inclusion into Violet's little harem. I'd proved my mettle yet didn't find the expected favour in her eyes, and that realization stung in ways I couldn't have anticipated. However, at least I could be assured of sanctuary while I plotted a means of escape.

The ensuing days on the island passed in similar fashion. I'll spare you the monotonous details. Albert the pangoro remained my constant companion in our daily sojourns, and I was glad of it not for the reassurance of protection the burly 'mon provided (though certainly he offered that in spades), so much as the listening ear he offered me. True, we couldn't hold a proper conversation, but his occasional grunts were enough acknowledgement of my rambling to conclude that my amiable bodyguard found me tolerable at least. It helped ground me and save me from the mental ravages of isolation I might otherwise have suffered.

During the day the other members of the tribe conducted their unknown business. The luxray, Ronan, came and went, and I would occasionally see him napping in the camp during the heat of the afternoon. Tobias proved a ghost, the sceptile only reappearing in the evening to take part in the shared meal and whatever delights might follow. As for Violet herself… Sometimes she played overseer to our tasks, or lounged on her throne inspecting her treasures. She too would vanish to unknown destinations, and I never thought to try following her.

As for the evenings... never a dull moment, certainly! But none to the heights of that initial haze-ridden night. You might call them chaste in comparison, though a constant hum of sexual energy pervaded our camp. Violet selected one or the other of her pokémon suitors and led them away, never with an eye for me it seemed. I wasn't certain whether to be insulted or relieved. My body burned for her when under the influence of her smoke—and indeed to some extent elsewise. I am, after all, still a hot-blooded man, and one doesn't endure days under erotic teasing without reflief and simply box that away when the moment has passed! Not to mention my nascent curiosity, and my recognition of her as an equal—no, superior!

Some nights the other males would pair off as well, holding their own trysts under the stars while I either tried to ignore it or gave in and dealt with my own frustrations. I am no prude or bigot; I simply have little interest in members of the same sex when it comes to bedroom activities. Violet's influence of course stirred us all up into a lather, and I'll openly admit that seeing Ronan humbled beneath the thrusting hips of either Tobias or Albert offered a kind of satisfaction. With the lingering scent of our salazzle queen in the air, the shuddering slap of flesh on flesh and mingled chorus of grunts and yowls still makes for a rousing spectacle no matter which way one's sexual leanings lie.

They never approached me or tried to involve me in their activities either, which did lead me to wonder if they considered me truly an equal or simply a charity case of their mistress. I don't believe their arrangements were hierarchical either. While Ronan often raised tail for his compatriots, several times I saw him climb atop Tobias too, and even Albert once exchanged oral favors with him. They merely shared pleasure with one another in the same way their mistress did, although her needs and desires came first above all.

I didn't count the passing days, as doing so seemed an acknowledgement of captivity. I continued to cobble together little tools and innovations, including improvements for my footwear which I'm sure you can guess grew uncomfortable after a short time of walking. My growing beard proved a temporary fascination for Violet, and she spent one evening stroking my face over and over, apparently delighted by the bristles against her scaled palms. Once the novelty passed however, she took up with Albert in raucous conversation before dragging him off into the trees for a presumably spirited sexual congress.

Eventually Albert ceased to shepherd me, granting me independence in my activities as I'd apparently proven myself. I now had a rough wooden spear, a hollowed berry rind as a canteen, a leaf umbrella to ward off the brief tropical rains which came and went—believe me, I am incredibly grateful that it wasn't storm season—and something of a knowledge of the island's layout. My spear wasn't much more than a formality, as against a hostile wild pokémon it wouldn't offer much protection in my unskilled hands. I'd come to the conclusion that this atoll held no threats beyond those in Violet's domain—or any that existed steered clear of her territory for precisely that reason. Given the size of the island, perhaps no more than ten city blocks, the former seemed more likely, but I wasn't eager to wander too far and possibly disturb some hitherto unknown denizen.

With my newfound freedoms I made my way back to the beach where I'd landed, and there set up a rudimentary signal to any potential rescuer. The secrets of fire still eluded me, and I considered myself lucky that I had yet to have need of them. I made up a kind of pyre well above the high tide mark, and next to it spelled out 'SOS' with tree litter and as many colorful flowers, shiny shells, fruit rinds, and other eye-catching detritus I could gather. It wasn't much, but you can bet I felt proud of my initiative and accomplishment.

Ultimately, my mind remained set on the goal of rescue above all, despite the day-to-day distractions. You might ruminate on the idyllic sound of it all… A tropical paradise all to my own, with companions and even potential paramours no less! Relatively comfortable as the accommodations there were, I couldn't fathom a life so removed, such involuntary hermitage. I craved the comforts of civilization and the camaraderie—even the false kind—of my own species. Few were my resources here, yet my spirit and resolve held firm. Someone would come, surely!

And they did.

***

Shortly after my construction of the signal fire, another idea percolated: one stirred up from a memory of something I'd seen on TV. Perhaps I could build fish traps in the surf! With no small effort I set to work gathering sizable rocks and sinking them into the sandy shallows.

Several times I heard rustling from the undergrowth as I labored, and I whirled about to find empty jungle staring back. My skin crawled, fresh beads of sweat soaking my soiled and worse-for-wear undershirt while I clutched my spear. I called out but received no reply. Tobias perhaps, shadowing and keeping an eye on me under Violet's orders. When nothing emerged, I resumed my task, wary and with the distinct electro-chemical sense of being watched.

Over some time, I managed to build up enough of a barricade to create a credible enclosure in the water, and I staggered up next to my signal fire to flop down and enjoy a well-earned moment drying off in the sun. By now my skin bore a healthy tan, one I'd begun cultivating during my cruise, and I didn't fear overexposure in the pleasant tropical rays. With the clean sea air on every breath, warm sun and sand, and teasing breeze to moderate the heat, my eyelids slipped closed to the island's lull. Once the tide went out again, I'd check my trap. Perhaps tomorrow I'd make more. Something other than fruit would make a nice change.

Dratted insects were getting loud again. I still hadn't figured out the source—something benign, as it seemed no bug type pokémon made their homes here, but the smaller island creatures made their presence known in buzzing harmony. Except… usually not in the afternoon. And it was getting louder.

I jolted upright, searching the sky. Not even a cloud stained that azure canvas, but the distant drone now stood out as man-made. A plane! Scrambling to my fire, I began beating together the fist-sized rocks I'd found, desperate for a spark to ignite the bundle of dried leaf-litter I'd gathered for kindling.

Clack, clack, clack!

Nothing, just like my previous attempts. Changing tactics, I grabbed two dried sticks and stropped them together with the fervency of the possessed. This had to work. It had to! Wasn't this what they taught in Junior Rangers? Sadly, I'd never been a member, and the lack of knowledge scored my spirit. Was that a hint of smoke, or just some wood-dust?

I checked the sky again without ceasing my movements. There! Off in the distance, a small aircraft cut a trail across the sky, angling to pass near the island. It grew larger, wings gleaming in the sun, flying higher than I'd expect from a search craft but not so distant as to preclude spotting me. My forearms began to ache but I didn't dare stop. If it were possible to combust things with one's mind, I'd have a merry blaze in short order.

The plane drew almost abreast of the island, close enough for me to make out the red lettering on the underside of its wings. I threw down the useless sticks and staggered to my feet, waving my arms and shouting. They must see me, they must! I ran down the beach, tearing off my undershirt and waving it above my head as the aircraft came level to my position.

Had they dipped? Altered course? No… That shining symbol of rescue carried on unphased. My voice cracked, and I fell face-first trying to sprint down the sand and match their trajectory. No… Sloughing sand, I hauled myself up to give chase, jumping up and down and screaming like a mad fool until I came to a halt at the rocky border of the beach, where the waves crashed upon the steeper shoreline. I stared after the plane's retreating tail, its incessant drone taunting me across the distance, so close and yet so far.

A hiss rattled out from behind me. I turned on unsteady legs, a pit growing in my stomach as cold reality clawed away my flickering hope. Violet stood on the upper slope of the beach, her head tilted to the side while she looked me up and down. Her tail lashed the air, whip-like. Then she spun about and made a linoone-line for my signal fire. Wait, what was she doing? I followed, half in a daze, my throat raw and my left elbow burning from my tumble into the sand.

Violet reached my makeshift pyre and stood to her full height: a few inches taller than my rough construction and about eye-level with my chest. She glanced back at me, her eyes narrowed to slits, a low, popping growl vibrating from her maw alongside a curl of smoke. Something unknowable sparked beneath that intense stare and froze me in my tracks.

A heartbeat. Two. Her mouth opened; she turned to the pyre… and spat a quick jet of flame right into it.

I gasped. "You can do that too?" Dismay quickly overwhelmed shock. I spun about and observed the dwindling outline of the plane approaching the horizon, much too distant now to spot such a signal even if the pilot were looking for one. Cursing, I kicked sand onto the now cheerily burning fire, as manic to put it out as I'd been to start it moments earlier. All my work put to waste! Why had she done that?!

My bonfire building skills must have been better than I thought. Aside from a few sparks and guttering tongues, my wild efforts did little to hinder the growing blaze, and soon I had to stumble away as its crackling heat grew too intense to stand near. I fell back onto the sand, clutching my hair, panting, and staring slack-jawed at my hopes of rescue going up in smoke.

A shadow fell over me. I looked up into Violet's smug visage, her arms crossed over her breast like a scolding mother while a thin trail of pink smoke from her tail joined the darker stuff billowing up from the useless signal fire. I glared at her, heat flashing through the icy despair, my fingers clenching to fists.

"Why? What was that for? If you were there, why didn't you help me?" This wasn't some random act; she'd moved with intent. How she'd known the purpose of my pyre was beyond me, but these weren't the actions of a benefactor. Not this time. All my efforts to make fire, and she had that power at her clawtips. She must have been watching me the entire time too. I wanted to strike at her, but reason prevailed and stayed my trembling fists.

No answer came from either her or the world at large. She stepped closer, her posture softening as a croon rose from her throat. I recognized that croon now—her call of seduction, an invitation to a chosen lover with her proffered claw. She extended it to me now in compensation for how she'd just spat in my face.

I shook my head, bundling myself tighter with my arms around my knees. "No."

Violet paused, her tail swaying.

"I can't stay here. I can't stay with you. I don't belong here."

A popping growl. Her tail flicked, spewing almond-cumin fog towards me. I held my breath until it passed, only catching a whiff.

"I'm grateful to you, but I need to go home. If I still can." The anger drained away as I looked from her to the fire. I could build another one, and really her actions hadn't done much harm. I'd been nowhere near starting the fire myself anyway. But, who knew if I'd see another plane, or ship or—

She hissed. One claw fell to my shoulder, tugging on it. More pink smoke rose up, roiling now, her tail lashing in agitation. I seemed to have gained a bit of tolerance to the aphrodisiac's effects, but with that much I'd soon be under her spell. With a sigh I rose and accepted her proffered claw.

"Fine. You win. I'm not going to stop trying though."

A soft croon answered me, her tongue flicking out as if to taste my words. Her claws twined around my fingers, pebbled digits warm and rough in my grasp. She began walking, pulling me along after her, making for the jungle and home. I followed, drawing in a deep breath of heady smoke. Thought oozed like syrup as its titillating effects settled my despondency. Yes, she won. For now.

When we arrived in the clearing Violet released me with a final pat on the arm and a reassuring croon, then darted off back into the jungle. I barely noticed and stumbled like a robot to the water trough as my need for hydration reasserted itself. Why was my throat so sore? Right, yelling. Cool liquid splashed across my tongue, and I dunked my whole face in. Cold! Albert must have just refreshed it. What was the big deal anyway? It was just a plane. Just a plane… All my needs were met here, and Violet was here.

Damn, I was horny again. Where'd she gone off too anyway? Such a beautiful creature... My hand flopped to my shorts but doing it myself seemed too much effort. Rolling onto my side next to the trough, I fell into a languid doze.

I awoke to Violet's popping dinner cry. I sat up, blinking. What had—

Right. The events of the afternoon replayed through my clearing mind as Violet and the others took their meals from the horde. I got up and took my own share after Tobias finished, then retreated to the edge of the little circle to eat. Violet watched me from her throne, completely ignoring the three male 'mon as they exchanged low chatter amongst themselves.

What thoughts played beneath those vivid eyes of hers? Berry flesh squished, tart juice flowing over my tongue. One thing had been made clear: she wanted me to stay here. Why? What did I have to offer beyond what her other lovers could? Was I only a status symbol? Perhaps I should have proved myself less useful... although encouraging her to release me into the wild didn't seem completely wise. Nor did I want to defy her too strongly, as who knew what punishments her fickle nature might bring about? Becoming a member of her harem seemed now a double-edged sword: I gained her protection and affections, such as they were, but also subjected myself to an unknown contract of loyalty.

I needed her to accept me as an equal, not just a ward or curiosity or plaything. No matter what challenges awaited in my possibly permanent residency here—now that was an unsettling thought—Violet's goodwill could only benefit my situation. Perhaps she might even assist me with her fire breathing? With a bit of planning, I might be able to keep a constant fire going for the event other planes or ships passed near the island.

What of Albert and the others? How did they see me? The amiable pangoro seemed like an ally at least, though perhaps he merely tolerated me for Violet's sake. Then again, he'd demonstrated care for my well-being beyond the call of duty on that second day. Would he help me in any way without being given orders from Violet? Maybe I could bring him with me to the beach to help build more traps and see where our friendship led.

Tobias meanwhile struck me as indifferent. The sceptile accepted my presence with neither interest nor disdain. I could sit next to him or be struck by lightning and he probably wouldn't bat an eye. Ronan on the other hand… While the big cat's initial ire had cooled somewhat, I still tried to stay out of his way. More than once I'd caught him fixing me with that penetrating glare of his, before looking away with enough utter contempt to set my teeth on edge. I wouldn't put it past him to 'put me in my place', given the opportunity, and I had no desire to test him. In a way it was almost flattering, compared to Tobias's lackadaisical nonchalance.

The sky darkened, silver moonglow lighting our clearing in its dream-like embrace as the nighttime jungle symphony tuned its opening notes. Chatter petered out among the pokémon, and Violet rose to descend from her perch with aristocratic grace. As always, every eye followed her, the sensual sway of her hips and tail stirring the primal instincts in our brains while her opiate perfume began to roil about her, spinning into a wispy fuschia cloak.

The reptilian seductress approached her horde, dug about in it until she found my appropriated shirt, and put it on. I almost laughed. On her, it was ridiculously oversized, yet she still wore it with demure elegance belying its tacky tourist print. Turning, she stalked towards me, her gleaming gaze fixed on mine, avaricious smirk curling on her muzzle. She wanted me and sought to strengthen her hold.

I could defy her. I wasn't a slave to my baser nature—I could squash the rising libido flaring through my veins, turn around and leave. I was my own master, and with the first wisps of pheremonal smoke teasing my nostrils, my senses weren't yet addled beyond control.

Yet I also wanted her. Urges old as the earth beneath me sung for me to throw myself into her embrace. Pride warred with lust, and self-preservation proved no helpful mediator. If I left, I risked angering her. If I stayed, I risked submitting completely as her vassal. Flight flirted with ostracization and exile and gained only a pyrrhic victory. Remaining offered… Her.

I didn't move.

Reaching me, Violet took my hands and pulled me to my feet, her low croon serenading. I breathed deep, drawing in lungfuls of that potent, aromatic musk, and allowed her to draw me along. For tonight, I would be hers completely, by my own free will.

Mostly.

She led me like a fish on the reel away from the main clearing and between the shadowed trunks of trees until we reached a tiny grove: Violet's boudoir. Soft fronds and grasses formed a cushy bed, a small break in the canopy offering a lone shaft of moonlight to brighten the little hollow.

She turned to me and my heart skipped a beat. How could I compare to such beauty? Those elegant curves accenting her athletic form, all highlighted by vivid and striking markings… The poise and restrained power in her posture, set off with her sinuous undulations… Even her sussurating croon ignited the senses, sending shivers down the spine that settled in the loins. My groin throbbed, fabric stretched and tented over my straining erection as I beheld this goddess of sex.

Clawed digits tickled my sides and tugged at my undershirt. I took the hint and hastened to disrobe, panting as I stripped bare. Piquant almond perfume roiled in my nose, her smoky stimulant settling over us in a haze. She inspected me from head to toe, that purple gaze devouring my bared form and exposed arousal, until she swished her tail and loosed a pleased hiss. My skin prickled, though the night air was warm enough—her approval seemed worth the moon itself and lit a fresh blaze in my chest.

Mimicking my strip-tease she discarded the shirt, letting it flutter to the ground as she took me by the wrists once more. How had I thought she looked silly? The scrap of clothing on her proved a symbol, and its removal spoke her intent as clear as if she'd whispered in my ear. I followed with watery limbs as she drew me to the ground, the pebbled touch of her scaly palms leaving trails of lustful heat across my arms and side. Desire, flesh, touch, need, sex. The ancient rhythm thrummed through us, directed by her excited croons and swirling smoke.

She prodded my shoulder, rolled me onto my back, and straddled my hips with practiced ease. I shuddered, captivated by the sight and sensation of my throbbing erection jutting against the elegant curve of her belly. Smooth, soft scales brushed across sensitive flesh, and my hips jerked instinctively, pre beading up on my swollen tip. A low, popping cry escaped her—amusement at my eagerness—yet her own undulations never ceased, stropping her groin against mine and spreading slickness across my balls.

Masculine pride warred with burning lust. She'd chosen me at last! I would give every fiber of myself to her. Yet, the tension in my loins warned that my endurance would never match hers. I couldn't compete with this master seductress, but perhaps I could please her. As she braced herself on my chest and rose up, positioning her dripping mound above my rigid cock, I grabbed her by those luscious hips and tugged her towards me.

She gave an indignant cry as I imbalanced her and fixed a narrowed glare upon me while she steadied herself on my belly, pulled away from the object of her desire. Undeterred, I tugged again, meeting her eyes with deferential subservience until she gave in and followed my whims. My fingers sunk into the muscle of her taut and pert buttocks, guiding her to slide forward until she sat on my chest, bringing my face square between her delightfully thick thighs.

I nearly swooned. Inches away lay her dripping femininity, soft, pink lips plump and glistening with arousal and lightly parted, hinting at the pleasurable flesh within. My queen required servicing, and I wouldn't deny it to her a second longer. I dove into her scaled snatch, pressing my lips to hers and lapping away with the thirst of the parched. A startled cry shot from my lover, but she quickly adjusted and settled herself more firmly on my sternum, spreading herself wide and availing herself of my affection.

Sticky sweet nectar dripped across my tongue, undercut by a faint bitterness akin to her aroma. I dug in, pressing my muscle as far inside her tight little slit as I could reach, burying my nose in her pubic mound. The anatomy proved familiar enough, and my swirling motions seemed effective, the salazzle squirming and thrusting against my face. A small, firm nub of flesh ground against my upper lip, and I nuzzled into it, earning popping growls and shudders from my scaled mistress. I couldn't get enough of her. My fingers tightened on her hips, ecstasy singing through me as I devoted myself to Violet's pleasure. She presented a carnal altar of animalistic desire, and I freely sacrificed upon it.

Breath came hot and thick, Violet's hips juddering as she writhed in exalted rapture above me. Feminine honey smeared across my nose and lips, dripping down my chin and soaking my beard. I craved it, drinking in her aromatic arousal with every twist and flick of my tongue. Lewd, noisy slurps punctuated the act, and I let out a feral growl as she cried out her delight. Yes! My mistress deserved all I had to give, and I would prove myself worthy of her regard!

A heartbeat, a breath, fog-laden air swelling in my lungs. I plunged back in and wrapped my lips around her clit, suckling upon that little bud like my life depended on it. Violet went rigid, then quivered, thrusting her pelvis wanton into my face. My fingers teased and massaged her shuddering thighs, encouraging her to give in and tumble into the rising bliss. How else could I please her? No tits to speak of… Would she enjoy her back entrance being played with? My tongue flicked her aroused bead, coaxing and toying. What if—

Her hips rose and fell, mashing her heated entrance against my mouth. I took the hint and thrust my tongue inside, lapping feverishly at her inner walls. My pleasure didn't matter. The burning in my lungs didn't matter. I dug in, stropping my nose against her clit and snuffling into her dripping snatch. Come now, just… a… bit… more…

A long, ululating cry split the air. Violet jerked, thrashed, and hunched against me, a fresh cascade of fluid spilling free into my eager mouth and spraying across my face. Triumph! I didn't cease my ministrations, licking away and massaging her rump as she rode the throes of climax, until with a final shudder she settled against me. Those hot, soaked, pink-scaled lips brushed mine in a salacious kiss. Claws ruffled through my hair, little hisses reassuring me of her satisfaction while she basked in her sexual release. I couldn't stop grinning like a fool. I had done this, I had given her this joy. Could there be a greater accomplishment?

A thin string of nectar joined us as she eased herself back, and I licked my lips clean with gusto. Half-lidded eyes pierced me, a low growl rumbling through her chest. She required more of me, her humble servant, and I would gladly give it. I inhaled deep, drinking in more spice-laden smoke. All around us blurred, hazing away and highlighting my reptilian lover in sharp contrast, her form haloed in moonlight. Once more Violet positioned above my straining erection, balancing herself on my chest while she notched my tip into her folds. I shuddered. Plush, wet, and inviting… Her needy sex drew me in like we'd been made for each other. She tensed—a heartbeat, two. As one we cried out to the moon, our loins meeting with a lewd smack.

Sodden heat embraced my throbbing flesh, powerful muscles gripping through silken walls. She held my gaze and crooned, her hips rolling and drawing a wordless sigh from me as she relished my offering. An unspoken connection sizzled between us—something more than our physical joining. Our souls floated up through the smoke and touched; one pokémon, one human, united in shared lust and desire to know and be known.

Ecstasy flared. Violet rose, her sex clinging to mine, then she dropped to my lap again, slamming us together and hurling us into the ageless rhythm of life and love. My shaking hands found her thighs, spastically clutching her as she started to ride me. Slick warmth glided along every inch of my cock, that rippling passage massaging and coaxing just so, her tail lashing with each kiss of her spread lips against my groin. I moved with her, undulating my hips in dazed time by raw instinct and grinding deep with every euphoric plunge. Breaths came heavy, laden with spice and sticky sweet. Bestial rumblings rose from our wild lovemaking; impossible to say which were hers and which mine.

Leaves rustled beneath us, nature disturbed by our passions. Violet rode me with the grace of a dancer and the ferocity of a fighter, sparks flaring in her parted maw alongside fresh plumes of smoke. Claws pricked my skin—tiny points of pain through the exultant buzz. I didn't care and clung to her all the harder. I needed to be in her, with her, of her. Hot liquid soaked my crotch, dripping down my quivering balls. Pleasure surged like the tide, flowing from her and into me, then ebbing back with each gyration of her athletic haunches.

Tension rose, flaring up in my loins, familiar blissful sensations tingling their way up and down my spine. She hummed, sensing my growing urgency and urging me on with a reassuring croon and affectionate gaze. Our lovemaking slowed, yet maintained its intensity, Violet seizing my cheeks and touching her forehead to mine while she ground against my lap. I fell captive to those brilliant eyes, gasping her name and almost weeping in joy. My body shuddered, trembling on the edge of release while her sweltering sex enveloped my eager shaft, lucious walls squeezing tight and every little quiver resonating through me. Primal need flared, my balls drawing up, a soft whimper escaping my throat. I wanted to hold on, to savor this moment, to savor her.

Her forked tongue twitched across my ear, steamy breath kissing my cheek. Permission. Desire. Need. A bolt of bliss shot through me, centered on my trembling groin. I let it come.

Our twin cries sang out through the jungle. Pure euphoria seized me, convulsive shudders wracking my body with each spurt as I spent myself inside her, my fingers digging into her thighs. Her own digits clutched my face, her ecstatic croons mirroring the suckling spasms of her passage as my reptilian lover milked me dry. I thrust against her, crushing my crotch to hers in desperate desire to somehow reach deeper, join us more firmly, even as my offering of seed seeped into her incredible depths.

At last, our rapturous twitching stilled, a gasp leaving me as I slumped to the ground, exhausted. My embedded length pulsed a final time, tingling ever so delightfully as that fantastic peak fell away. The throbbing thrill racing through my veins congealed into languid contentment, instinct temporarily sated by our heeding of biological imperative.

A moment of clarity sizzled through the haze. No. It had been more—we had made love.

Violet stretched and lay down atop me with a long, pleased groan, her thighs relaxing around my hips but keeping my softening shaft sconced tight inside her spread and dripping sex. I managed to lift my arm enough to drape it across her lower back, earning a soft hiss and another flick of her tongue across my ear as her eyes slipped closed. My mistress seemed well pleased, and that knowledge satisfied far more than the physical afterglow. Against the bare, sweat-soaked skin of my chest, the steady thump-thump of her heart thrummed.

Fresh jungle night air replaced the fading aromatic smoke, my thoughts clearing even as sleep clamored for me, our exertion taking its toll. As much as she'd taken from me, she'd shared in kind. I stared up at the starry sky and stroked down her back, the salazzle stirring and grumbling something in her languor. Her scaled hide was cool and smooth beneath my fingers. I'd never experienced anything like that… I'd never met anyone like her. No past lover could compare. How could I leave her behind, and abandon the connection we'd forged?

But how could I stay? I didn't belong in her world, and she didn't belong in mine. I was a creature born of man-made civilization and rules. She was a denizen of the wild, a feral goddess of lust. She'd embraced me, taken me in, drawn me to her as a lover… Yes, she'd intoxicated and seduced me, but I didn't hold any resentment or regret. She might be shamelessly promiscuous, but was she malicious? No. Possessive, yes. Mischievous too, and crafty as anyone I'd ever met. What if I did abandon my past self, and welcome my new place at her side?

Somewhere across the sea, this same moon gleamed down on the steel and glass of Castelia. My penthouse apartment lay dark and empty, filled with all of my possessions. How nice it would be to sink into my bed, to take a hot shower, to have real food! I held an important job, and people relied on me.

Violet stirred, snuggling against me. My limp cock slipped free of her sex, warmth pooling on my crotch as our shared fluids dribbled down. What was I to her? A novelty? Just another male to toy with and use for her pleasure? I didn't feel taken advantage of, yet she'd certainly had her way. We'd made love as pure and exultant as any newlyweds, and I couldn't shake the way she'd looked at me—seen me. Yet, how long could this honeymoon last? Was I content to be just one of her harem, to compete for her affection and chafe when I didn't receive it in full?

No. I couldn't accept a position of part-time lover, no matter how intense and glorious that connection felt while it vibrated between us.

But, I could certainly enjoy it while it lasted.

***

I know what you're thinking. Don't give me that look! Yes, I'm aware my thoughts seem like those of a love-sick highschooler doting on his first crush. You're probably assuming it's all due to the pheromones, and you may be correct in part. Take it from a man who's seen a thing or two of the world—Violet and I… We communed that night in a way I can only describe as transcendent. For a precious moment the gap between us lay bridged, a link forged of more than a mere meeting of flesh.

…

…

My apologies. Recounting it like this, so raw and in detail for the first time to another person… I admittedly struggle to remain composed. No, it isn't trauma, nothing like that, but you might say I miss her, that sly lizard. She still has her claws in me I suppose. Every now and again, I catch a faint whiff of something and imagine it's the scent of her, and I'll turn around only to find some street vendor hawking toasted almonds, or the wafting aroma from a restaurant. Her imprint will remain with me for the rest of my life, I suspect. All of them. Why, just the other day I saw a pangoro with its trainer, and I thought of Albert too. I wonder if they think of me as well?

But I'm digressing. Sadly, the moment could not last.

The next morning I woke to find Violet already gone, leaving me in her empty bed with the faint soreness of our activities and a pang of abandonment. Maybe it was foolish of me to expect to awaken next to her, but it served to galvanize my conviction. Magical as our experience had been, it proved as ephemeral as her smoke. She might enjoy my company—even be fond of me—but I couldn't stay at her side for the rest of my days.

I wonder how different things might have been if we could have spoken our minds clearly? Or, were I not so wrapped in my own world and more willing to abandon the society of man. Nonetheless, after collecting myself and a bit of breakfast from the empty main clearing, I set off down to the ocean to bathe in the sea and start rebuilding my signal fire. My tale nears its conclusion, my friend, but there may be some surprises in store for you yet.

***

By the time afternoon rolled around, I'd made some progress rebuilding my pyre. I'd chosen a different location this time, one more central on the beach, and had enough material built up to form the kindling. Larger bits of wood proved harder to obtain—not much deadfall in a lush and healthy jungle. I trudged back to the beach with a small handful of sticks, once more drenched in sweat. Another swim sounded lovely right about now. As I stepped onto the sand the bushes rustled.

I turned and met Violet's reproachful glare, the salazzle emerging from the trees on her hind legs, tail swishing about in a swirl of pink fog. For a long moment we squared off, my heart pounding in my chest while she examined me with that narrowed gaze. What if she saw my actions as an insult, a rejection? Would she attack me? Seek to tighten her control? Despite the betrayal in her expression, I was reminded of Ronan's initial anger against me—that same predatory stance now present in Violet's posture. My advantage in height and weight meant nothing. If she wanted, she could tear me to pieces as easily as the luxray.

Without a sound, she whirled and bolted into the jungle. Breath left me in a long whoosh; I sank to my knees and dropped my armful of wood. I'd done it now. My sentence was passed, and I would be exiled. I couldn't blame her. She'd shown me hospitality and love, and here I was still seeking to leave her. It didn't matter that my reasons were sound, she couldn't understand them.

For a while I sat there next to my pathetic stack of firewood and stared out over the ocean. If I was to be alone now, I might be able to manage, so long as Violet's indignation didn't extend to causing me harm or preventing me from accessing the island's resources. In that event, better she send Ronan to finish me now, rather than condemn me to slow starvation! But no, surely she wouldn't be so spiteful, not after last night, if it was part of her nature at all.

Another rustle in the undergrowth sent my heart into my throat. I drew in a deep breath, savoring the clean salt air. Whatever came next I would face it with all the dignity I could muster. Soft sand slid under my feet as I stood and turned—had I ever noticed how good sand felt between the toes?

She wasn't alone. Albert and Tobias flanked her, the two big males following Violet from the shadows of the trees like an honour guard.

All three held an armful of wood.

I blinked. Violet wouldn't look at me, but Albert spared me a long, measuring glance as the three approached and deposited their burdens next to my pile, his jaw working the bamboo sprig between his teeth. The pangoro's chin tilted in an almost imperceptible nod, and he crossed his arms across his barrel chest. "Man to man," the gesture seemed to say, "I respect your decision."

His acknowledgement severed the tension in my limbs, and I nearly fell to my knees again, this time in gratitude. Violet still wouldn't look at me, her eyes on the sand, a downcast curve in her tail. Tobias for his part retained his usual aloofness, fiddling with one of the larger sticks and poking at my pile. His yellow gaze flicked between Violet and me, and our eyes met for the briefest moment. He said something in poké-tongue, then turned around and strolled away, vanishing between the trees. Probably along the lines of, "It's your problem now, man."

My throat felt tight, my words escaping in a croak. "Thank you."

Violet hissed something at Albert, to which he grunted and lumbered off into the jungle once more. I noticed that of the wood piles, his bore the most robust logs—heavy limbs stripped from higher tree branches. It would need to dry, but those I knew would burn hot and bright.

Clearing my throat, I approached Violet. "Hey."

She didn't move, keeping her back to me. An angry fumarole curled from her tail.

"I know it doesn't make sense to you. I know you want me to stay, but I can't." Should I? Yes. I reached out and laid a hand on her slender, scaly shoulder. She flinched but didn't pull away. "This is your home, Violet, not mine. You've given me so much, and I'm sorry I can't be what you want me to be… I wish I could. God damn, how I wish I could! I might be a fool to give up what you're offering, but it wouldn't be the first time I've been a fool." My fingers ran lightly down her forelimb, her scales cool and smooth against my skin. I wanted to hold her, to clutch her to me, to fall with her to the sand and make mad, desperate love.

I let go.

"And so a fool I shall be. But an honest fool, one who is true to himself. That's all any man can hope to be, I think."

At last she looked up, a soft hiss escaping her as she met my eyes. The smoke from her tail thickened, almond-cumin perfume tickling my nose. Despite the ocean breeze my head felt light. I should step away. Yes, should. I shouldn't let her influence me if I could avoid it. Shouldn't. She held out a claw. I took it in my grasp. The salazzle turned my hand over, looking at the veiny back of it like some mystery she wanted to solve. Then she patted my hand, let out a hiss, and fixed me with that sly, calculating look of hers, her maw parted in a grin. "I still have you for now," that look said.

She released my hand and stepped back, the spastic movements of her tail stilling, that steady roil of smoke thinning. Apparently done with me for the time being she began gathering up dropped kindling and arranging it onto the pyre, mimicking my clumsy construction almost perfectly.

I drew in a deep breath, clearing my head. Somehow, she'd understood—the meaning if not the words. Did a cleverer creature exist? What mischief might she get up to in the civilized world, and with the aid of a translator? Smiling to myself I bent and assisted her, swiftly building up the base into a respectable bonfire.

Before long Albert returned with another armful of wood. He seemed disinterested in our project but lent his considerable strength to the effort at Violet's behest. By the time the afternoon grew towards evening he'd supplied enough wood to keep a signal fire going for days. We worked in companionable silence—it didn't feel right for me to chatter at Violet, and truth be told Albert performed most of the work. I don't think he minded. He seemed the type to be most content when given a task, and the armfuls of wood he brought might have staggered me but proved easy lifting for the mighty ursine.

As the sun slid lower a thought struck—the fish trap! Leaving the two pokémon by the now considerable bonfire, I walked down to my rough enclosure of rocks, now poking free of the lapping surf. Several of them had tumbled aside, their weight and lodging in the sand insufficient against the inexorable tide. But I was in luck! A single, glittering shape splashed about frantically in the shallow film of water remaining in the trap, the gasping fish battered up against the rocks. It was a small thing, barely the size of my hand, and the civilized part of my brain moaned in sympathy. I should put it out of its misery. I stepped in and tried to grab the flopping fish, but it proved slippery, and I struggled to snatch it from the shallow puddle without accidentally flinging it back to sea. Then again, perhaps I should let it free? After all, I didn't need meat to survive.

A grunt from behind me—Albert's shadow fell across the pond. Violet peered around him, a popping growl leaving her as she spotted the fish at my feet. They exchanged a quick flurry of pokéspeech, then Albert stepped forward and nudged me aside. His massive fist rose, then fell with the force of a blacksmith's hammer.

Splat!

Well, that solved that problem. The fish—what was left of it—spasmed once and lay still. Albert blinked, looking down at the mess on his paw. He glanced at me and grumbled something, rolling his shoulders in a shrug, then stomped off into the water to wash off his paw.

Laughter bubbled up so quickly, I couldn't help it. Both pokémon looked at me askance as I doubled over, but soon Violet joined in with a popping cackle.

"Oh mighty Albert," I wheezed, "slayer of spinnarets and judgement of jetfins!" I had no idea if the little fish was either of those species, but it didn't matter. "Thank you for procuring us this bounty!"

The pangoro shrugged and finished cleaning up, unperturbed by Violet's and my amusement. I leaned over and picked up the dripping remains of the fish, holding it at arm's length. Even if I'd been hungry, the mangled scrap of meat and scales looked decidedly unappetizing.

I knew exactly what to do with it.

The three of us returned to our shared camp a bit before sunset, the day's heat gradually spilling away into the evening's temperate climate. As expected, Ronan lounged in his usual place underneath a large tree at the edge of the clearing, and he paid our return little interest until I broke away from Albert and Violet to approach him. The luxray's head whipped up, his piercing crimson and topaz stare stabbing through me. A low rumble rolled from his throat when I didn't stop, his star-tipped tail lashing the air.

His growl ratched up in pitch as I drew near, and from the corner of my eye I spotted Albert moving closer, prepared to intervene. I finally halted several paces away from the large feline and held up the partly pulverized fish with a grin. "A peace offering."

I tossed it to the ground between his paws.

For a moment he stared at the fish, the snarl dying in his throat as he sniffed it. Once more he swept me with those laser beam eyes, muzzle parted and nostrils twitching as if to scent out some trick. He turned back to the fish, nudged it with a paw, and growled something in his own language.

An answering grunt from Albert seemed to settle the matter. Ronan snapped up the fish and devoured it in two quick bites, then settled in to lick his forepaws and clean his muzzle without a second glance at me.

"You're welcome," I said.

Of course, he didn't respond, but was that an easing of the tension in his posture? Perhaps. Time would tell if this would make the start of an understanding between us.

Later that night Violet once more called upon me and led me to her private clearing under the haze of her pheromones and siren sway of her sinuous body. We made love of a slower, sensual style, her always leading, even when she allowed me to mount her while she lay on her back for me. I'm unsure if she released less of her aphrodisiac or if I was growing accustomed to it, but the experience felt sharper, less dream-like. No longer was she attempting to persuade me—this was a pure delight in the meeting of bodies and minds.

Days came and passed in a similar peaceful fashion. My beard and hair lengthened and grew scruffier, my clothes growing worn under the tropical sun and constant use, not to mention harsh treatment in the briny sea. I slowly expanded my collection of tools and useful things, though complex objects proved beyond my rudimentary engineering capabilities. I thought to have a firepit in our clearing, even going so far as to dig one and prepare a small stack of wood, but Violet refused to light it. Perhaps she feared—wisely—the spread of such a blaze. The dilemma remained of how I might light my signal fire, but I trusted now that she would assist me when that time came.

My fish traps improved and expanded, leading to more offerings for Ronan and the odd meal for myself. The first time I presented a fish to Violet skewered on a stick she looked at me like I'd lost my mind. I mimed blowing on the fish, and flames, my gestures growing more and more animated until at last with a shrug she snatched the skewer from me and blew a quick jet across the fish, barely singing it. Undeterred, I waved for her to continue despite her narrowed gaze. Another lick of flame, another, and the fish's skin looked browned and crispy, ready to eat. I signalled for her to stop, but she was already exhaling another burst more intense than the previous three, the wave of heat searing across my skin.

Foosh! The poor fish disintegrated. Violet looked at me with a curious tilt of her head, as if to say, "Was that what you wanted?"

Not even Ronan would touch the burnt ash remains. He enjoyed my raw seafood gifts well enough, however, and by the third one he'd stopped growling at me altogether. I didn't think we'd ever find the easy camaraderie I shared with Albert, but at least I no longer felt the need to look over my shoulder whenever he was around.

Violet proved as fickle in her desires as ever, some nights drawing me away to bask under the moonlight in her voluptuous embrace, others choosing Albert or Tobias to bring into her parlour. Sometimes these private trysts came as apparent reward for whomever she was most pleased with on a given evening. Others it seemed merely however her whim took her. Only once did I see her take Ronan—the luxray, it seemed, took as much pleasure in the rougher affections of his male compatriots, and held more loyalty than desire for our queen. Whenever Violet was off with Albert or Tobias, the other would often avail himself of the willing feline, leaving me to watch their antics with a mix of fascination and curiosity.

I couldn't complain. I was well fed, protected, and while living rough, about as content as possible. The regular sex certainly didn't hurt, even with such a capricious mistress.

One night, after a particularly wonderful dinner—it had been a lucky day with the fish traps, and after the first mishap, Violet had figured out the goal and method of roasting fish—Violet didn't draw any of us away in private. She sat on her throne, gaze flitting between her subjects while her purple smoke roiled around her, until the whole clearing lay heavy with that heady perfume.

I waited in a trance, soaking in the now familiar calls of the jungle while breathing deep of her seductive aroma. Our salazzle mistress rose up, approaching first Albert, then Tobias, then Ronan, each one receiving an affectionate caress of her nimble claws, her attentions riling them and coaxing forth their growing arousal. She came for me last, graceful in every movement and crooning low in her throat. I'd already removed my pants in anticipation, and her claws sent delightful shivers up my spine as she ran them up my thighs and gripped my stiffening cock. It didn't take long for her practiced strokes to bring me to full mast, her nostrils flaring as she nuzzled against my belly and drew her nose through my pubic bush. My body hair seemed to ever fascinate her.

Taking my hand she led me to the center of the three males and drew me to the ground atop her. Her cool, smooth scales slid across my bared skin—familiar now, but no less alluring. My time in her little tribe had done much to temper my embarrassment, and I felt no qualms sliding into her warm, slick, inviting slit under the watching gaze of all three of her other lovers. Our hips met with a juicy smack, a groan escaping both of us as I reveled in the firm, loving embrace of her damp tunnel. Damn, she felt incredible.

Tobias joined us shortly after I entered her, claiming Violet's open mouth and meeting me with a smirk that said, "Deal with it." I didn't resent his intrusion, though I might have put a bit of extra force into my thrusts, to Violet's utter glee. I think she enjoyed playing our masculine pride against each other, and she certainly reaped the reward of our posturing as we both gave her all we had.

Our lovemaking that night proved wild, passionate, a reckless abandon beneath the open sky. Albert enjoyed the pleasures of Ronan's tongue and muzzle while Tobias and I double teamed Violet. I only caught a few glimpses, focused more on the sweetness of pounding into sopping salazzle snatch and exchanging friendly scowls with Tobias, but once or twice Ronan's wide nose buried deep into the fluff of Albert's belly, his throat bulging around the pangoro's mighty girth. Impressive, certainly, though Violet showed off a matching skill with the sceptile's smooth taper, her elegant throat undulating as she suckled away, milking him even as her lower lips contracted around my own length.

Everywhere I looked offered erotic delights, the clearing filled by Violet's exhilarating perfume and the heavier, salty scents of primal sex. Tobias and I thrust in counterpoint, urging each other on and feeding from and into our mistress's arousal until, almost in unison, we spent ourselves inside her, blissful satisfaction welling up as I offered her every drop of seed I had. Tobias pulled his glistening shaft free of her maw with a lewd slurp and staggered back a pace, looking as inebriated as I felt_._ Sweat-soaked and light-headed, I met her coy, lavender gaze, the unbridled lust smouldering there sending a shiver down my spine. She wasn't done with us, and the enthusiastic massage of her inner muscles sought more from my tingling manhood.

Albert offered a reprieve. He appeared at my side, apparently done with Ronan for now, and tapped me on the shoulder, nudging me off of her. Without so much as a grunt, he swept Violet up into his arms and promptly stuffed his thick member into her dripping sex, earning an ecstatic cry from our mistress.

I laid back in a languid haze, lost in the lustful fog of slapping flesh, musky aromas, and titillating acts. A dopey grin tugged at my lips. Even while he held the smaller pokémon in full nelson like that, her forelimbs and ankles gripped in his huge mitts, keeping her hind legs up and granting him unfettered access to her nethers... Even as she let out delirious groans and hisses and squirmed about, impaled on his pistoning cock… Even with the obvious disparity in physical size and power… She was still in charge.

The wanton display didn't last long, the pangoro's arousal already stirred up by Ronan's oral treatment. With a guttural growl, Albert buried himself to the hilt and stiffened, his fuzzy balls visibly contracting as he pumped Violet full. She crooned, her eyes closing, clawed toes curling while little quivers wracked her, and Albert sunk down to lay on his side with a satisfied groan, releasing her ankles and clutching Violet around the middle. The pair nuzzled and murmured to each other while he remained ensconced inside her—the sensual beauty taming the lumbering beast.

Not to be outdone, Tobias and Ronan had paired off during Violet and Albert's wild copulation, and through the muddle of carnality and my own rekindling arousal, I caught a sly wink from the sceptile as he waved me over, gesturing at Ronan's exposed rear while he made use of the luxray's muzzle. The feline's odd, spiny cock hung erect and unattended, dripping arousal to the grass, and his tail stood up and over his back, leaving his pink tailhole unprotected.

Should I? When in Pykos, perhaps.

Ronan yowled when I set my erect cock against his rear, pulling away from Tobias' grip on his mane to look over his shoulder with a glare. I paused, my hands on his hips, realizing through my sluggish thoughts that I still could be mauled here. For a long moment we stared at each other, something unspoken passing between us. I couldn't back down, that was certain. Then, Tobias said something and slapped his erect cock across the luxray's muzzle, earning a snarl and the feline's renewed attention. Apparently forgetting about me entirely, he resumed licking across the sceptile's tapered length, taking it into his muzzle and bobbing down to the lizard's pleased hum.

Those midnight-furred haunches swayed back and forth—an invitation. I seized it, and him, with both hands, and slowly pressed into him. It wasn't the same—drier, tighter, and I felt ever conscious of the sheer power in the muscles beneath my fingers. Was it painful for him? He merely grunted as I edged deeper. I suppose he was used to taking Albert and Tobias, so my shaft would be little more than a warmup for him. Still, I took my time, letting my leaking arousal ease our odd union until my hips met his his, and every inch of me lay in that warm, gripping tunnel. A shiver ran down my spine. For the first time, I was…

A growl rose from Ronan; he glanced back at me with a haughty expression that seemed to say, "Well? Get on with it!"

Tobias shot me another smirk and made an unquestionably lewd gesture; I took the hint and began slowly humping the irritable feline. It wasn't the same—drier, looser around my buried tip—and I can't say I preferred the experience, but it felt nice. Ronan's ass squeezed tight on every thrust, and he began moving with me, slamming his warm, fuzzy haunches against my crotch with unexpected enthusiasm. Was this all I needed to do? Did it feel good for him? Maybe I should try jerking him off… except I couldn't quite reach, his powerful hips too wide.

Violet solved the problem for me, the crafty lizard crawling underneath Ronan and lying on her back to have her way with his unattended member. Her other claw slipped between her spread thighs and plunged into her sloppy folds, affording me a lovely view of her well-ploughed sex. Juicy percussion mingled with the bawdy chorus of slurping and meaty slapping as she frantically pleasured herself. The four of us moved in carnal sync under Violet's lustful haze, ecstasy building steadily in my loins while Ronan writhed and rumbled under the attentions of three partners.

A presence loomed behind me, furred heat on my back startling me into stillness. Albert! He wasn't going to try and… and… was he? I let out a strangled noise and looked up, meeting the huge pangoro's nonchalant gaze while he pressed close. I was trapped balls-deep in a writhing luxray and wedged into an embrace of silken fur and powerful musk. He wouldn't, would he?!

Huge, gentle hands fell on my shoulders, gently squeezing. His hips rolled, nudging me to meet Ronan once more, that snug feline hole milking my buried cock. Something warm, firm, and slick nudged up between my ass cheeks, wet heat gliding along my lower back.

"N-now hold on, big guy, let's consider this…"

I wasn't in position to negotiate. Albert grunted, perhaps sensing my apprehension, and patted my shoulders. His hands slid down, covering mine on Ronan's haunches. He thrust again, once, twice, sliding his erection between my cheeks and bouncing me against the squirming kitty. Heat wrapped me on all sides, my skin flushed in a mix of arousal and confused embarrassment. Sticky fluid oozed across my lower back and dripped down my rump. He didn't try to align himself with my clenched entrance, merely rubbing himself against me and keeping time with our group debauchery. Alright, more than I'd signed up for, but I could handle this. What was a little cock-contact among friends, right?

We slipped back into the smoky revelry, lucid thought falling away beneath Violet's lustful spell. Passion ebbed and flowed like the tide, crashing through us and sweeping us along. Under Albert's guidance and Tobias's surely ribald encouragement, my arousal peaked and I let loose with a groan inside Ronan, leaving me doubled over the luxray and panting while Albert continued to hump away, drenching my ass with his pungent pre. Ronan jerked and twitched beneath me, either in reaction to the warmth of my seed spreading in his rear, or, judging by the loud, obscene gulping from beneath him, Violet was enjoying a mouthful of luxray cream.

I wasn't permitted long to enjoy the afterglow. As he had with Violet, Albert gently tugged me away from Ronan and helped me lay down, leaving me to recline and catch my breath while he took up my former position and took firm hold of the luxray's quivering hips. Just as he shoved his girth inside, Tobias let out a hiss and drowned Ronan's yowls with his own member, the sceptile's claws flexing tight on the feline's mane while he shuddered and shot his load into that wide-stretched muzzle.

I must have passed out briefly—I woke to Violet riding my renewed erection, her lithe body undulating and exulting in sexual glory, her spicy aroma overwhelming me once more and leading me into a final, exhausting rut. She bounced in my lap until I felt my hips might grow numb, our ecstatic cries mingling in lustful harmony, and at last together we fell into a sticky, draining climax. She laid atop me again like our first night together, my spent and softening member buried inside her while we drifted off.

None of us woke the next day until the sun was already high.

The day following our incredible, but wearying orgy, I learned the reason for Violet's sudden indulgence. After a late breakfast I went down to the beach to bathe and relax in the warm water, muscles I'd not even known existed alive with a deep, dull ache. I spent considerable time there, repairing my fish traps and keeping an idle eye on the horizon for passing ships or planes. I'd become a touch complacent, perhaps, and hadn't been as vigilant for potential rescue as I might have been. But, if a ship or plane wasn't near to the island in the first place, what hope would I truly have of signalling them? A part of me had reconciled that I might be living here for a long, long time. And was that truly so bad?

When I returned to our camp—I'd started thinking of it as 'home', despite the lack of structures—I stopped short. A strange pokémon stood in the middle of our clearing, Violet at his side. He was large, nearly as tall as Albert, with wide, strong haunches supporting a portly body, a thick, long tail, and a set of huge leathery wings stretched out as if showing them off. He bore light, green-scaled skin with darker green stripes along his tail, a similarly hued head crest, and red protective shields over his eyes that matched the red highlights on the edges of his wings.

A flygon, and a horny one, from the looks of it. His pink, tapered cock twitched between his hind legs, dripping clear beads to the grass while the source of his arousal, Violet, stroked and encouraged him, her nimble paws teasing all over his considerable length.

Our eyes met, a little buzzing trill escaping the flying pokémon. Violet said something in return, then let go of his cock and grasped one of his oddly delicate forelimbs. Another quick exchange, and she began dragging him off in the direction of her boudoir, the unfamiliar male sparing me a quick, apprehensive glance before giving in and following the insistent salazzle.

I stared after them, my brow furrowed. Another addition to her harem? Or was this a known visitor? Violet acted with familiarity, and while I knew how powerful her effect could be, she hadn't been releasing enough smoke to put a completely new visitor under her spell. Maybe the flygon lived in another part of the island or migrated here regularly.

Before long, buzzing trills and popping growls rolled out through the jungle, leaving little doubt as to what the pair were up to (if there'd been any to begin with). I sat down and fetched myself some water and a berry lunch, my libido too well-sated by last night's activities to bother rising to the provocation of Violet's current tryst. Albert returned not long after I'd begun eating, the pangoro bearing a fresh refill for the water supply. He nodded at me, glanced in the direction of the obscene sounds, and paused to sniff the air.

Whatever he scented must have satisfied him, as he plopped down near me with another grunt and his own pawful of berries. So, the flygon wasn't a stranger to him either. Interesting. Even he seemed unfazed by the libidinous cacophony, those massive paws focused on eating while he sat cross-legged. His dark gaze fell upon me, weighing and considering, and I raised an eyebrow in question. What secrets did he know? What went on behind his unflappable demeanour?

All I got was a roll of his shoulders and a grunt. Laconic as ever, our Albert.

Some time after we finished our lazy lunch, the noise in the bushes died down. Violet returned wearing her satisfied smirk and leading the flygon by the claw once more, the dragon 'mon somehow managing to look disheveled despite his lack of fur. Maybe it was the quivering head crest, or his rapid blinking, or the way his tail curled around his haunches trying to hide his crotch. She let go of her latest conquest and drew up to her full height, letting out a series of popping growls, her tail flicking stray curls of smoke. Her air of command didn't waver in the slightest, even with the trail of thick white seed oozing from her puffy mound.

The flygon stepped forward, glancing at me, then hopped back behind her, his wings fluttering. Violet hissed, fixing him with a glare. He trembled, bowed his head, and came out into the middle of the clearing. I didn't move, not wishing to spook the timid creature. What was this all about? He looked at me again, those dark eyes studying me behind his red goggles. Then he spread his wings, ducked down, and lowered himself onto his belly. That long tail spasmed once, twice, then lay still, leaving only the steady rise and fall of his breathing.

Was he… Offering himself to me?

Violet approached. She seized my wrists and drew me to my feet, our gazes locked. Something foreign lurked in those lavender pools, a sadness beneath her usual verve. Almond and cumin danced in my nose, titillating my senses. I topped her in height, yet her presence towered.

"Violet," I whispered, "What is this?"

She offered a low, popping growl, her claws stroking my palms and forearms. Albert grunted something, and she shook her head. A bead of sweat slid down my spine. The flygon didn't move a muscle.

Her claws tightened around my fingers, and she tugged me towards the kneeling dragon. Grass whispered beneath our feet until we stood next to the green-scaled creature. He shuddered, but didn't flee, even when Violet directed me to lay my hand on his warm, dry flank. His skin had a rougher texture to it than Violet's or Tobias's, more weatherbeaten and chapped.

My chest tightened. Was I still asleep? No, not a chance my slumbering mind could concoct this. The dragon inhaled, his rib cage swelling beneath my hand. Violet hissed and nudged me, urging me forward and up. No question, she wanted me to mount the flygon.

I looked down, meeting that solemn line of her muzzle. "You're letting me go? He's going to fly me back…" The word 'home' stuck in my throat. "Are… are you sure?"

She growled something and darted behind me. Claws landed on my ass and shoved, knocking me against the flygon. He let out an aggrieved trill, but still didn't move. Incredible. After all this time, she held the secret to leaving the island as well as living on it. She must have known that the flygon was coming, which meant last night…

It had been a farewell party.

I bit my lip, frozen for an endless moment, half-sprawled across the kneeling dragon's back. This was what I'd wanted. Wasn't it? I could never truly belong here. I needed to return to my old life, to my world, to civilization. The fever dream of my sojourn here had come to an end.

I looked back. Albert was on his feet, chewing lazily on his bamboo and observing. Violet had retreated several paces, her eyes mere slits while a thick haze rose from her tail and nostrils. Back in the trees, I caught sight of Tobias hanging from a branch, the yellow gleam of his stare fixed on me. He raised his claw and gave a little wave. A deep breath filled my lungs with clean, jungle air, laced with a hint of almond and cumin. Last chance.

I kicked off my makeshift shoes and swung my leg over the flygon's back.

We rose, the dragon type trilling as he stood, and I fell forward over the curve of his spine and needed to grab his neck for balance. Once we steadied, I met Albert's gaze and nodded. He nodded back. Laconic as ever.

Violet had her back turned. I called her name, but she refused to answer. The flygon's huge wings extended with a snap. Violet's tail lashed. Was it the smoke, or was my vision blurring? Powerful haunches bunched beneath me. A steady hum grew, my mount's wings whipping into a blur of colour.

"Take care, Violet. I… "

Everything I wanted to say fell away with the ground below.

***

The rest, as they say, is history. I won't bore you with the details of my flight, harrowing though it was. Ever clung to the back of a dragon over the sea without a saddle? No picnic, I'll tell you that much, especially when you have to fly something like two days before getting back to the mainland.

Anyway, ever since I got back, life's been something of a whirlwind. Hard to believe it's been over a month. They're asking for me back at the ol' grind, and I suppose I can only claim personal leave for so long. Then again, maybe it's time to move on. Especially if this book deal works out, eh?

Oh don't look so surprised, I've already decided I want to let you have it. Not many people would listen to me ramble on with that fascinated look. I trust you'll do my story justice, and not paint me as the fool who fell to a salazzle's seduction, or some deviant mid-life crisis calling out for attention. No need to thank me. No, really, please don't. I should be thanking you, for hearing me out with an open mind.

Have I thought of going back?

…

…

It's complicated. The possibility exists to find the island again. I could get the info from the cruise company about our position when I went overboard, charter a boat or a plane to take me out there and search. But, what then? Hail the returning hero? Bring myself proper survival gear and reunite?

Maybe. I suppose it would feel disingenuous. I made my choice back then when I climbed on that flygon's back. I was always an intruder there, no matter how much they made me a part of their world. It's a wild place, untouched, and I should respect that.

But I still wonder if I made the right decision. Part of me aches to feel her touch, and longs for the clean tropical air infused by her scent. Think me a fool if you wish, but… I don't expect anyone to compare to her.

Maybe one day, when I'm old, I'll find my way back. Buy a boat and cruise out there, see if she remembers me. I'm sure her tribe will have grown by then—Albert, Tobias and Ronan have their work cut out! Maybe there will be a place for a grey-haired old businessman who once washed up on their shore.

One thing I can say for sure: I left a part of myself on that island, and I took a part of it with me.

I'm still not sure which pains me more.

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