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This story was written for Riddle as part of my January Patreon request days. It contains M/F sex between consenting adults. :3

[center][b][u]Something in the Water[/u][/b][/center]

There's something in the water.

In my water.

I haven't seen a creature like this for a long time. There are others of my kind who look similar, two arms, two legs, standing upright upon the latter. But this... if it is a pokemon like me, it isn't like any I have ever witnessed. They are pale skinned. Unarmoured. If they possess power, it must be contained within. As they bathe in my water, I cannot help but feel as though... yes, this is a female. I don't know how I know this, but I know it. My body knows it.

I approach.

I watch, from the lake's edge, as she bathes herself. Sitting on the shore close by where she drifts and splashes, there are items. A bag. Several pieces of cloth. Suddenly, it hits me. I know what this is. I know what [i]she[/i] is.

Fabric that covers the body. A bag to carry with it a home, rather than to bring things to its home. This species. This kind of creature. I have seen it before. It is not a pokemon. It is what we call a... [i]trainer[/i].

Creeping closer, I watch her with renewed caution. Trainers, or so the legends say, have the ability to charm pokemon. To lure them into magical devices that make them vanish in the blink of an eye. To call them forth in battle, and command them with unquestioning loyalty. I do not wish to be the slave to someone else's will. I am my own pokemon. I am Suicune, and I wish to remain Suicine, not some trainer's pet.

And yet, even as I watch her, I worry I am falling under her spell already. The more time I spend looking at her as she bathes, the more I come to recognise that the form of a trainer is, in its own bizarre, exotic way, rather beautiful. The patches of hair upon her head and between her legs, almost reddish, like fire. The curves of her otherwise smooth skin as it glints in the sun with the lake's water still clinging to it. The way her chest is more pronounced, two separate teats pushing forth, beautifully mobile, shaking each time she moves with any haste. There are a thousand things about her I could call beautiful, even though she is not even a pokemon.

Despite my best instincts telling me otherwise, I find myself approaching the spot where she discarded her clothes. By the time I get there, she has finished bathing, and lies nude upon the grass of the bank. Her legs are spread, her head facing the lake, and her feet facing me. I can see between her legs. That patch of soft, curly red hair. The smoothness of the pale skin giving way to darker flesh right in between. I recognise this, too. We pokemon, the females at least, have something similar. As soon as I know what it is I am looking at, my gaze drops, only to return. I am ashamed. Embarrassed to be spying on such a creature's intimate regions, and thinking such inappropriate thoughts. And yet, I still find myself thinking them... and looking.

She has me.

I am charmed.

I am doomed.

I can feel my arousal swelling. Stepping forward, I push through the undergrowth. My snout. My eyes. My whole head emerges from the bushes, and she looks up as they rustle around my motion. She sees me. She sees me seeing her. Her eyes bulge. She looks... not terrified. Not worried. So strange. This trainer, she looks... I cannot place the exact emotion, for I do not understand trainer's minds. But, if I had to guess, and it would be just that... she looks like this is the happiest moment of her life.

Her expression changes however when the rest of my body emerges. When she sees my hindquarters, with my maleness visible, protruding and hanging low, twitching in excitement as I watch her.

Fear?

Disgust?

No. Not either of those things. This creature, she is strange. Intoxicating. Enchanting, but so very strange. Just as I look at her with a longing I know I should not feel, I now see the same expression upon her face.

She stands up. Moves towards me. I can see a redness rising in her face as she reaches out towards me, and touches my face. She gasps, like she perhaps thought I was not real. I growl, but she doesn't draw back. She understands I mean her no harm. I find her touch... pleasant. And soon, I find it far, far more so. For soon, she is kneeling before me. Beside me, crawling around until she can stroke my stomach, then lower. Lower. It takes all my power not to howl as she wraps one hand around my maleness, and cups my testicles in the other. She squeezes, and I am in heaven. Such dextrous, delicate hands. Such shameless forwardness. It has taken me weeks to pursue some pokemon as mates. Weeks of finding them gifts, of learning of their past and their future goals. Weeks of deciding if we are right. Compatible, even just for fun if not for breeding an egg. There is no such indecision to be found with this trainer.

Only when she attempts to crawl beneath me, to bring her mouth to bear on my arousal, do I withdraw. Not because I do not wish her to pleasure me, far from it, but because I fear I will not last if she does. If I am to mate with her, I wish to mate [i]with[/i] her. She looks disappointed, but as I press my face to hers, and lick her across the cheek, she laughs. Such a beautiful sound. I push her back. Onto her rear end, so soft and smooth and warm, and then back. Down onto the ground, lying flat. I nuzzle between her legs. Between her thighs. She may have hands to die for, but my tongue is far longer and more rough than hers.

She cries out. Beautiful. The sound. The sight. The taste of what I am now lapping at. Her juices are rich and plentiful, at least once I get started, and I crave them more and more with each taste. Far more addictive however are the sounds she makes. The way her legs lock around my head, yet her body writhes as though trying to escape. Her hands grab at my crest. My fur. They stroke me, they try to push me away as her sounds get louder and louder, but I will not stop. I know what can happy to a female if pleasured intently enough, and it is my privilege to grant her this same stimulation, if indeed trainers can feel it as pokemon can.

And, as I soon learn, they can.

She screams. She wets my mouth with her own little lake of pleasure. I feel and see muscles clenching. Juices flowing. She falls limp in the wake of it, and laughs again, as though she cannot believe what just happened to her. Her eyes look heavy. I curl up next to her, my own arousal still straining with desire for her. But, I am patient, and she is weary. I would rather her be with me when she is awake enough to fully appreciate and desire it.

She curls up against me. One leg hooks over my body, alongside one arm, holding me close, not letting me get away.

In that moment, I know, I will never leave her side. She does not need a magical orb to bind me. To earn my affection, or my loyalty.

She just needs to be her. That beautiful, strange, unfathomable creature that she is.

I will be hers for all time. Her pokemon. Her Suicune, for whatever purpose she wishes. And all I will ask of her in return, is to keep me under whatever charm she currently has in effect. For I have never known love such as this, and I can only presume it is because of what she is. A trainer.

My trainer.

By Jeeves

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