Slimy, Gooey Love
Story by Seductive Serpent on SoFurry
From the time she joined his team, to long after he'd chosen a quieter lifestyle, Goodra had always held a soft spot for her trailer, often giving him enthusiastic displays of affection whenever she could.
However, it becomes clear that her affections might not be enough when she finds her trainer seeking an alternative method... via her own unique "essence"...
From the moment he met her as a small child, long before he'd considered becoming a trainer, the bond between Kael and his Goomy was unbreakable.
He’d found the tiny Dragon-Type Pokémon nestled in the undergrowth near his hometown’s outskirts, her soft body glistening with a thin layer of goo. Already affectionate, the Goomy had nestled into the trainer’s sweater, letting out a contented sigh before wrapping its small, slobbery mouth around Kael’s wrist as he offered her a Pecha Berry to munch upon.
This eventually became his daily routine, whenever Kael felt lonely or overwhelmed, he'd go for a nice, peaceful walk, and his Goomy would trail behind him, climbing onto his shoulder or clasping onto his arm to offer quiet comfort. And as the years passed, the two grew closer. And as she matured, she retained these endearing habits, and they, in turn, learned to rely on them.
Goomy, now a slightly larger Sliggoo but still small enough to sit comfortably in her trainer’s lap, had become a constant presence in Kael’s life. She preferred physical closeness, often latching onto the trainer’s forearm and trailing its saliva down the skin. Some might’ve found it odd or even slightly repulsive, but to him, it was simply part of who she'd had become… and a rather peculiar but soothing sensation that he’d had long since grown used to.
Kael had always dreamed of being a competitive Pokémon Trainer, a common aspiration among the young in this world, the moment he came of age, he spent his days studying battle tactics, practicing and learning new attacks as she evolved into a full-fledged Goodra. However, their journey took an unexpected turn when they attempted to challenge their fifth Gym. Despite having achieved her final stage of her evolution, her defeat was surprisingly swift, leaving both Goodra and her trainer disheartened and unsure of their path.
After such a crushing defeat, Kael’s once-burning passion for battle had dulled into something much more… subdued. With his confidence shaken and his dream of becoming a formidable trainer no longer a priority, Kael withdrew from the competitive training scene and retreated to the quiet routines of a daily mundane life.
Kael eventually found work in their hometown, taking on a modest job with reasonable shifts that allowed him to spend even more time with his team. While it was stable and provided a sense of structure, it lacked the excitement and purpose that had once driven him… but without the distraction of training and competing, and that led to moments of… unease.
Kael, now burdened by the weight of his old dreams and the reality of his new life, struggled to find direction.
Their days were long, the work occasionally monotonous, and even his small home felt like a place of isolation.
Goodra, who'd remained as affectionate as she’d always been, sensed his restlessness, and soon became his primary source of comfort and companionship. The Dragon Pokémon grew even more attached, often greeting her trainer at the door, wrapping her large, gooey body around him in a warm embrace, clinging to them during quiet moments and offering her usual comforting nuzzles in hopes of easing his burdens. Her gentle slobbering and affectionate nuzzles eventually became a source of comfort, easing the exhaustion.
However, this increased closeness was not without its challenges.
As the trainer’s responsibilities grew, they began to spend less time with her outside of their home. Simple tasks like walks around the neighborhood became far and fewer in between. And Goodra, who'd always been so deeply connected to her trainer, began to feel a sense of separation via a quiet longing that she couldn't quite understand.
Kael, for his part, was unaware of how much his reduced interaction with Goodra was affecting her. In his mind, she was just there, as she'd always had been, and that was enough. But as the days passed and the trainer’s focus remained on their work, the subtle shift in their routines took its toll.
And while Kael didn’t notice, something inside them was beginning to change, something deeper, more personal, and led to an experience that was far less innocent…
It had started off as an accident.
After yet another day of mind-numbing work had left him hollow, he pushed the door open to the familiar warmth of his home. In his mind all he could see was the blurred path to his bed… but then there was Goodra, as always, with her large, droopy eyes blinking up at him with unconditional affection.
“Hey, girl… I’m sorry but… I’m just… spent.” Kael gave his partner a weak smile, raising his hand to give her a weak pat on her head, his voice rough with fatigue as he let out a tired yawn. “No hugs tonight, okay? I just need to crash.” He explained as he shuffled past her toward his bedroom, seeking the sanctum of his sheets…
But Goodra, ever empathetic and perhaps a little put off by the abrupt dismissal, let out a soft, gurgling coo as she enveloped him from behind in an insistent, sticky, full-bodied hug before her trainer could react. Her thick, gelatinous goo instantly seeped through his shirt, coating his back and arms in a warm, clinging layer.
“Goodra, c’mon… not now…” He protested half-heartedly, too tired to even struggle. In response Goodra tightened her grip, nuzzling her head into his back. The sensation was oddly… calming. The stress of the day seemed to melt under the strange, warm pressure of her goo. After a moment, she peeled herself away, seemingly satisfied, and ambled back to her cushion in the living room, leaving her trainer standing there, dripping and bewildered.
‘Wow, that was… clingy, even for her.’ Kael thought, staring at the viscous substance clinging to his skin. It was strangely warm and seemed to retain a gentle warmth. ‘Aaand now I’m a mess. Better clean up… and get some rest.’ Sighing, he stumbled into his room and closed the door, leaning against it for a moment.
He stared at the glistening goo on his skin, while the sensation was familiar, tonight it felt… different. Curiosity, the dangerous and thrilling kind, overtook him as he carefully collected the residue from his arm onto his fingers.There was a strange, lingering warmth to it, and a subtle tingle that seemed to seep into his pores. And as he peeled off his sticky shirt, a peculiar heat began to pool low in his belly, a flicker of something he hadn’t felt in a long time… not after a day like today.
‘It’s just goo, Kael. Get a grip, you’re just tired….’ Kael thought as he trudged toward the bathroom to clean up. But as he started to wipe the goo off with a towel, a bizarre, electric tingle shot through him, followed by a sudden, deep warmth pooling in his gut. Instead of heading straight to the shower, he found himself gathering a handful of the slick substance on his other arm. ‘What… what is this?’ He thought as a flush crept up his neck, his heart beating a little faster as he stared down at his glistening forearm. ‘It’s just goo. Goodra’s goo. So why does it feel so… good?’
Alone in his bathroom, Kael carefully made sure the door was locked before stripping off his soiled shirt and pants before wiping his chest with his towel. ‘What the hell?’ He thought, pausing mid-wipe. ‘Is it… is it getting warmer?’ Suddenly, a peculiar sensation began to bloom in slow, lazy waves. The fatigue that had plagued him moments before seemed to vanish, replaced by a different kind of tension while his pulse began to heighten.
‘This is weird, really weird… this is my Pokémon’s…’ His mind insisted, even as his hand, still coated in the iridescent slime, drifted lower. The rational part of him was shouting alarms, but it was being drowned out by a rising, primal urge as his manhood stiffened within his undergarments. The goo felt impossibly smooth between his fingers… like the perfect lubricant.
Before his conscience could mount a proper defense, his resolve cracked. Kael couldn't help but give in to his urges as the goo’s aphrodisiac properties, unknown to the trainer, were already clouding his judgment, twisting curiosity into raw need. He pulled off his underwear… and used the goo to coat his hardening length.
‘This is insane. What am I doing?’ The thought was a distant whisper, easily drowned out by the sudden, overwhelming jolt of pleasure. His goo-slicked hand felt like nothing he had ever experienced before. It was a perfect, frictionless glide, so utterly alien yet profoundly perfect. The goo itself seemed alive with that same tingling heat, amplifying every nerve ending, every stroke.
As he sat down on the toilet and started stroking his member more vigorously, the stress of the day just seemed to melt away, replaced by a consuming, single-minded pursuit of release. A soft, involuntary gasp escaped his lips as the aphrodisiac properties of the goo further lowered his inhibitions and heightened every sensation to an almost unbearable degree.
And then, the images started…
They started off vague, flickering images of soft curves and silken skin, though not of any human form he knew. They were more... mythical…. elegant.
But then, they solidified into lewd, fantastical visions, but not of human women, but of elegant, feminine Pokémon:
The graceful curve of a Gardevoir’s body…
The hypnotic sway of a Lopunny’s hips…
The alluring gaze of a Milotic’s eyes…
Their forms idealized and ethereal, all beckoning him closer, tempting him to stay lost in this haze of this deeply shameful, slime-induced ecstasy.
‘This is wrong… so wrong…’ Kael thought, but his hand didn’t stop. Instead it started stroking faster, driven by a need that was no longer about mere stress relief. It was primal, desperate, the fires of lust gut becoming an inferno as he started instinctively bucking his hips. ‘But it feels… oh Arceus, it feels… sooo good-’
It was over embarrassingly fast.
Suddenly his climax crashed over him with an intensity that stole his breath, ripping through him with an abrupt yet shocking intensity as thick white ropes of cum shot across the bathroom. It was a tidal wave of pleasure so profound it wiped away any thoughts of work, of guilt, or anything else from his mind, leaving him shaking, breathless, and utterly spent.
As Kael slumped against the toilet, panting and basking in the afterglow as the world slowly swam back into focus… and then came the clarity… followed by the guilt crashing down upon him.
‘What did I just do?’ Kael thought as he stared at the shimmering evidence on the bathroom floor, his face burning with shame as he gazed down at his shaft, covered in his Pokémon’s essence. ‘Using my partner… her… her essence… for this…?’
Kael quickly reached for his towel and started cleaning himself with frantic, almost violent motions, trying to scrub away the evidence and the memory. But the shame wasn't enough to overpower that… addictive memory of that pleasure. Even as the self-loathing swelled, another feeling, colder and more insistent, coiled alongside it.
A craving.
A desperate, hungry need to feel that again.
‘But... it felt incredible. And there's so much more…’
That night was the first crack in the dam.
And he needed more.
Over the next few days, Kael found himself replaying that moment in his head over and over again, his thoughts drifting to the soft, sticky embrace of Goodra’s goo more often than he would’ve liked. The discovery had been an accident, but once it had happened, it had opened a door they could not seem to shut. The temptation was there, waiting for them in the quiet corners of their life, and they had no way to resist the pull of it.
More than once, they found themselves reaching for the goo again, using it as a source of stress relief after long days at work, hiding in the solitude of their room to indulge in private. And while his guilt was genuine, he still found himself being deliberately more affectionate with Goodra.
"Hey! Come here, girl!" He'd say, his voice a little too bright, not that she noticed, as he opened his arms for a hug… one he now craved for an entirely different reason.
His Dragon Pokémon, trilled with uncontainable joy, launched her massive, gelatinous body into his embrace, enveloping him in the warm, thick, and sticky hug. Kael held her a moment longer than necessary, letting her nuzzle into his chest while strategically positioning his arms to collect the most goo, his heart pounding with a mixture of affection for his partner and illicit excitement for the prize she unknowingly gave him.
“Alright, alright, that’s enough.” He’d smile, his voice slightly strained as he gently pried his partner off of him, his clothes glistening with her fluids under the light. “I’m, uh, gonna go take a shower…”
But the shower was a lie. Instead, he would retreat directly to the bathroom or his bedroom, locking the door as his heart beat with anticipation and his hands started trembling, not from shame but from a pure, raw need. After taking a moment to calm himself, Kael carefully scraped the precious, warm goo into a small container he kept hidden away.
This was his secret stash.
His treasure.
Each private session that followed, in the dead of night, was longer and more intense than the last. The goo was his secret key, a substance with potent aphrodisiac properties that owned him completely. For Kael, this was a plunge into ecstasy… but one that always left him submerged in deeper shame.
In the days that followed, this cycle of deception and secret indulgence only deepened…
A pat on the head that lingered just a second too long…
A playful wrestle after the occasional training sessions…
At this moment, he’d seek out any excuse to gather that addictive substance. And Goodra, ever-loving and oblivious, reveled in the extra attention, eager to please her trainer, pressing against him with more insistence, her tail curling possessively around his waist or thighs the moment she got the chance, pulling him into a deeper, almost intimate embrace, unknowingly drenching him in ever more layers of her essence.
Over the days however, the conflict gnawed at Kael in his quietest moments. Sometimes he wondered if he was betraying something sacred, not just by using Goodra’s fluids for his own pleasure, but by the sheer depth of his reliance on it. He saw her now not just as a cherished companion, but as the source of his deepest physical and emotional gratification.
It was a need far deeper than stress relief; it was an all-consuming addiction.
He clung to the reassurance of her willing affection, using her joyful compliance to quiet his doubts. After all, if she is willing… then there was no true harm… but despite his reasoning, he never considered telling her the full truth of what he was doing, of the private, shameful purpose her hugs now served.
It was a secret he vowed to keep in the shadows.
But what Kael failed to realize was that Goodra, a Pokémon exquisitely attuned to his emotions and moods, was already beginning to sense that something more lay beneath his eager embraces, the secret he’d tried so hard to keep was quietly, inevitably, ceasing to be his alone.
One night, however, everything changed.
‘Just a few minutes… that's all I need…’ Kael thought as he entered his bedroom, shedding his work clothes as he approached his bedroom, the only light coming from the soft glow of his Porygon-Z themed desk lamp. As he unceremoniously dropped his bags to the floor, a faint yet familiar, sweet-musky scent hung in the air, his loins tingling in anticipation as he inhaled the aroma of his partner's slime…
Oddly enough, Goodra hadn't been at the front door to greet him like she usually was… Kael had to admit, the absence was strange. He'd become so used to overall presence that when she wasn’t there to greet them, like something was missing.
‘She’s probably in the backyard playing with the wild Combee again…’ He thought as he slipped his hand beneath his bed, reaching for one of his many jars of Goodra's essence.
He was so lost in the act, so consumed by his private world… . that he failed to notice the shifting in the corner. He didn't hear the soft, wet sound of a large form uncurling… or see the pair of golden eyes blinking open in the dim light, focusing on him with curious intelligence.
Unknown to her trainer, his Goodra was actually very close by… hiding in the bathroom tub.
Over the last few days she'd actually grown somewhat suspicious of her beloved trainer's rather abrupt shift in behavior. While she'd always been eager to provide him with as much comfort as she could at the end of the day, her trainer seemed to flip-flop between being rather tired and distant to affectionate and craving her embrace.
Some evenings he’d come home in a slump and would seek her out almost immediately, his hands eagerly clutching at her slick, goopy hide.
But other nights he’d almost immediately retreat to his bedroom with little more than a tired yet affectionate pat on her head, closing the door with a quiet but firm finality that shut her out.
Needless to say, her trainer's overall change in demeanor had left the Dragon Pokemon confused and anxious.
Was he ill?
Physically injured in some way she hadn’t noticed?
Under emotional distress?
They may not have been participating in the league challenge anymore, but Kael was still her trainer.
She had to know.
She had to ensure her trainer was well.
It all fell upon her, his partner, to make sure he wasn't… well… to at the very least make sure his mental and physical health wasn't at stake…
And so, drawn by her deep, nurturing instinct, Goodra hid in her trainer's bathroom tub mere minutes before Kael arrived home, the dim lights and shower curtains keeping her form completely obscured as she silently peered into the bedroom from behind the curtains. She watched, her large, expressive eyes soft with affection and concern as her trainer entered his room. She saw the tension in his body, the focused expression on his face as he brushed deep blue locks aside before kneeling down to reach under his bed…
Goodra tilted her head in curiosity as Kael pulled out a clear jar that glistened in the low light, filled with a familiar slimy substance…then her breath hitched as the realization dawned on her.
It was slime.
Her slime.
And her trainer seemed to have gathered a substantial amount of it.
Her mind began to race as she leaned forward in disbelief. When had he collected this?
Suddenly, the Pokemon's memories began flooding back in a dazzling cascade:
His prolonged hugs…
The way his hands would sometimes linger on her back and sides…
It wasn't just for comfort.
He’d been harvesting it.
Her confusion deepened as she watched him place the jar on the nightstand… and then began to undress, his fingers trembling slightly as he unbuttoned his shirt, letting the fabric fall away to reveal his bare chest. His pants and underwear followed, kicked aside into a pile on the floor until he stood there, completely and utterly naked.
Goodra’s large eyes widened, her cheeks heating up as she unconsciously licked her lips. While she had seen her trainer in various states of undress before, it was never to this extent. There was a sort of raw vulnerability to him that was both fascinating and deeply intimate, and soon her concern began to morph into a different, more potent emotion, a captivated awe.
She watched, utterly transfixed, as Kael unscrewed the lid of the jar the scent of her own essence filled the room with an almost intoxicating potency. He dipped his fingers into the cool, viscous goo, a soft sigh escaped his lips as he reached down and wrapped his slickened hand around his erect length. She then saw the tension melt from his body, replaced by a different kind of intensity. The way he threw his head fell back, his eyes clenched shut as he started stroking his shaft in a vigorous, frantic rhythm, slick and silent thanks to her slime. Each stroke eliciting a shuddering moan of ecstasy from his lips…
And then, the pieces clicked together within Goodra's mind.
This was… pleasure.
He wasn’t rejecting her, he was enamored by her.
He desired her goo.
He desired her.
However, Goodra's realization wasn't a shock; it was the most beautiful revelation of her life. A wave of pure joy and adoration washed over her while her whole body trembled. Any doubt or fear that her slimy, affectionate nature was a burden to her trainer immediately evaporated.
He wanted this part of her.
He needed it.
And she, his ever-devoted partner, would not let him use a cold jar when the warm, living source was so very near.
With a surprising amount of fluid and grace for a Pokémon of her size, Goodra began to slide out of the tub. Her gelatinous form poured over the edge like living syrup and moving across the cool bedroom floor without a sound. The potent, sharp scent of his arousal and her slime filled her senses, stirring a deep, primal instinct within her as she moved toward her trainer…
‘Close… s-so… close…’ Kael thought, his breathing growing ragged as he worked his shaft, his thoughts soon drifted and painted vivid pictures of other beautiful, powerful Pokémon and their equally gorgeous, untouchable trainers he’d seen at the Gyms. He laid back on his bed, back arching and completely adrift in a sea of pleasure-
“Draaa…?”
…only for a familiar, gurgling coo to echo throughout the room.
Kael’s eyes snapped open, the haze of euphoria vanishing as the weight of reality crashed down upon him. His head then snapped up as he turned to see none-other than Goodra nudging the bathroom door open wider with her massive head.
“G-Goodra! I… I can explain…” He stammered, his cheeks flushing a deep red with guilt and utter horror… however, much to his confusion, the Dragon Pokémon gave him a smile, one that was gentle and understanding. Her big, curious eyes were practically glowing with delight with not a trace of judgment within them. Only overwhelming happiness.
“Ooodraa~” She let out a low coo as she lumbered forward, her massive body gliding across the floor with the faintest sound of her goo dripping and spreading as she approached, and the Lord she closed to the distance between them… she nudged his hand away with surprising gentleness before pressing her slick cheek up against his twitching shaft, coating him in a thick layer of her cool, viscous mucus.
The trainer gasped, their breath hitching as her goo clung to them, the sensation overwhelming his mind as his partner gazed up at him with those wide, playful eyes. Unlike before, her touch felt different, more… deliberate, as if she was sending a message with every movement.
And while the shame in Kael’s heart didn't vanish, it was flooded out by a tidal wave of relief and reciprocated affection. He let out a shaky moan as he reached out to cradle her face. “You… you really don’t mind?”
In response, Goodra nuzzled him harder, her entire body undulating with happiness, dripping goo all over his lower body and coating him in thick, slick layers. She pressed her body into her trainer's with more force than usual, her arms curling around their waist as she deepened the embrace. The trainer shuddered as the weight of her body settled around them, her goo pressing against their skin in a way that felt almost possessive. And it was at that moment the trainer realized, with a mix of fear, excitement, and something deeper, that Goodra had not just learned of his shameful secret, she understood it, and accepted it.
She leaned in, her thick, slobbery tongue gliding over his chest and she wrapped her arms around him and lifted him off the bed, her goo running down their skin in slow, deliberate streaks. Kael let out a breathy sigh, their fingers curling into Goodra’s skin as he finally gave in.
The moment he opened his mouth, he felt her long tongue slide inside… followed by their lips finally connecting in a gentle kiss. Her lips were surprisingly soft and cool at first touch before warming instantly against his own. It was a deep, deliberate, and shockingly knowing kiss. And his mind, previously a whirlwind of apology and panic, went utterly, completely blank.
Kael was unable to resist.
He was hers, completely.
He ignored the warm, slick mixture that dripped from her chin onto his cheeks as he opened his mouth and returned the kiss with equal tenderness. He felt Goodra's tongue dart out, dancing across his surprisingly soft lips, and he opened them willingly, letting her explore his mouth.
There was no room for thought, only sensation.
Eventually, Goodra broke the kiss, her breath ghosting over his fevered skin. Then with a strength that was both surprising yet gentle, her large, powerful form bent slightly. One goo-slicked arm slid behind his knees, the other supported his back, and she lifted her trainer as if he weighed no more than a Snom. Cradled against her chest, engulfed in her warmth and her scent, Kael could only stare up at her, his heart hammering against his ribs. She carried him from the bedroom and pushed open the door to the bathroom, her intent clear:
To connect.
To pleasure her trainer directly.
And to finally, truly, become one with his desire.
Kael tightened his embrace as his own Pokémon carried him towards the tub, not even bothering to turn on the lights as she slid inside, letting her trainer rest atop her belly as he was coated in the thick, clear goo she happily secreted, coating his skin in a slick, shimmering second layer. It was an intimate, full-body caress, with her viscous fluids heightening every sensation.
This was no longer just indulgence, and Kael, no longer needing to convince himself otherwise, could not deny that he wanted it just as much.
Goodra's large eyes gazed down at him, gleaming with lust and affection he knew was meant only for him, followed by a wave of her warm goo that began to seep from her body, claiming every inch of him.
“Goodra, I’ve… I’ve always…” Kael breathed as he gazed up into her loving, half-lidded eyes, a sense of relief washing over him as it became clear that he no longer needed to secretly steal it from his partner now that it was being given to him as a gift, lavishly and without reservation, it was almost as if he was being completely immersed in her. “All those battles… all those times I relied on your strength… I never knew… I never let myself imagine… this is what you felt like…” He sighed as he reached up to cradle her face, his thumbs stroking the smooth skin of her cheeks. “You’re incredible… you’re everything…”
“Goo, draa~” Goodra responded with a deep, throaty purr that vibrated through their connected bodies. She leaned into his touch, her eyes softening even further as she started rubbing her goo across his back. “Drrraa, rraaa~” She giggled as she shifted her body, her hips moving with a fluid grace as she grinded against his throbbing, aching cock.
“Hhgh, h-h-haaah!” Kael gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily into her slick body. The goo made her touch impossibly smooth, a frictionless, perfect pressure that was maddening in its gentleness.
“Drrraa, rraaa, draa~” Goodra giggled as she lifted herself up, placing her right hand braced on the edge of the tub for balance, and the left on his rear as she slid him down her belly, guiding him lower while grinding her hips…
And then, Kael felt it.
The sensation was utterly unique to her biology. It wasn’t the rapid, rhythmic clenching of a human woman; it was something deeper, more primal, more… everything.
Goodra let out a soft, deep, gurgled moan of satisfaction as she lowered her body onto his, his cock sinking into the slippery, velvety, and impossibly tight folds of her sex. “Uugghh… Ooohhh…” He groaned out as his entire length sank into the depths of her vaginal slit, her inner walks rolling over the length of his cock in extremely slow, deliberate waves, followed by a milking pressure that was both gentle and inexorable. It was as if her very core was tasting him, claiming him inch by glorious inch.
Kael’s own hips, settled firmly against her, began to move instinctively, thrusting at an achingly slow pace. Each movement, though far slower and more deliberate than anything he had ever felt, drove faster to the edge of his climax than ever before. The silken, undulating drag of her unique internal texture, combined with the warm, slick goo that coated every inch of his body, was overwhelming.
“S-Sometimes… I-I look at you… and I feel…” Kael breathed as he continued to thrust, his voice quivering and hesitant. “I just want to be swallowed… whole. T-To be completely surrounded by you. To just… disappear into your warmth…”
“Mmm, draaa~?” Goodra cooed in slight confusion as the pleasured rhythm of her hips hitched, her eyes widening slightly as the lustful haze cleared for a moment, giving away to a flicker of anxiety and protectiveness. The idea of her trainer, her precious, loving human, disappearing into her… it felt antithetical to every nurturing instinct she possessed… but at the same time she understood the sentiment within his desperate words.
It was a testament to his absolute trust in her, a desire for the ultimate intimacy, to be as close as two beings could possibly be. On some level she understood the need to be enveloped, to be held in an embrace so completely that it left no space for separation between them.
And so, she chose to meet him halfway.
Kael’s heart clenched, misinterpreting her confusion as revulsion. “I… I'm sorry. It’s just a… a feeling I get. A want…” He quickly added, his voice laced with guilt as he looked into her eyes… only to see an expression of love and acceptance.
Slowly, deliberately, Goodra opened her mouth, her lips stretching wide and exposing the soft, pink, fleshy opening of her maw. A sense of understanding dawned on Kael, followed by a thrill of terror and excitement shooting through him, until the last of his inhibitions melted away, dissolved by her goo and her affection. With a soft coo, she lowered her head once more, her lips meeting her trainer's in yet another slimy, profound kiss, one which Kael returned without hesitation.
And then, in echo of their earlier intimacy, he felt her mouth begin to stretch past his chin and over his nose and cheeks. His eyes fluttered open to see her half-lidded gaze, full of a love so deep it bordered on that same consuming hunger, but not a hunger to devour, but a hunger to encompass… to be one. As he closed his eyes Kael let his tongue dart out, tasting the faint, clean flavor of her goo as he was pulled into the warm, soft cavern of her mouth. As her mouth gently, slowly, began to envelop the rest of his face, he felt no fear, only a profound, absolute trust. Goodra’s mouth was a warm, soft, living hood, a final barrier dissolving between them.
All the while, Kael's hips continued their slow, loving thusts, his twitching manhood pumping in and out of her slit while Goodra’s pumped her own hips upwards, a light shudder coursing through her as her trainer's shaft sank down the base into her pussy, the cool, slick pressure keeping it stiff.
Soon enough, Kael's world narrowed down to various sensations:
The rhythm of their joined bodies, the rolling, wet waves around his cock and the warm goo coating every inch of his body…
The warm darkness of her mouth… along with the slow, deep-throated suction that engulfed his head like a mask…
The pulse of his own heart, and the golden love in her eyes, the last thing he’d seen before his vision was obscured.
And in that moment, suspended in goo and bliss, Kael felt more whole than he'd ever had in his life.
Goodra’s eyes closed to contented slits, as if she were smiling around his head, her body shuddering as she lovingly hugged him close. And Kael's mind, floating in a sea of ecstasy and mucus, let go of everything except the sensation of being one with her… and just as he felt like he was about to fully lose consciousness… the pressure around his head loosened. And then, with the same exquisite slowness she'd exercised prior, Goodra withdrew, her mouth releasing his hand with a soft, slick *pop*. Her body then gave another shudder as her vaginal walls squeezed around his manhood like an Ekans coiling around its prey.
As the cool air of the bathroom rushed across Kael's drool-covered face, he felt his partner lightly pushing him back and she shifted her body, sliding her hips forward and then back with a practiced, natural motion. The internal muscles of her vagina massaging her trainer's shaft dick with slow, deliberate, thrusts. “Mmmph… fuuh… guh… Goodra…” He gasped out between thrusts, the pleasure eclipsing any sensation he’d ever felt before. It was a deep, rhythmic kneading, a perfect, slow friction. She moved with a primal, languid grace, a slow, undulating rhythm that was purely, inherently her… with each movement aided by the incredible slickness of her natural goo, and he was perfectly content to be utterly consumed by her slow, loving rhythm.
As the pace of her hips increased, Kael looked up into her face and saw it there again: that pure love and compassion, now mixed with a wanton, joyful hunger that was solely for him.
A look of absolute, fulfilled possession.
Kael’s world had narrowed to the exquisite, maddening rhythm of their union. He felt his balls tighten to the point of exquisite pain as he sheathed himself within Goodra's slit, her incredible heat engulfing it completely until she once more reached the very base of his shaft. Soon enough, a new kind of adrenaline flooded him, and as she began the inevitable, agonizingly slow ascent, his control shattered completely. With one final stuttering moan, Kael released his load, her partner’s vagina walls clenching around him and practically sucking the seed out of him in one slow, perfect suction. It was a drawn-out, mind-numbing extraction of pleasure that seemed to pull the very soul from his body, a ragged, muffled cry escaping his lips as the orgasm racked him.
But Goodra, his magnificent, patient Pokémon, was far from done.
Without pausing, she continued her timeless rhythm, bucking her hips against him even as the last few pulses of his cum shot into her, all while his climax wracked his spent frame. The sensation was overwhelming; the head of his dick stung with a delicious, almost painful over-sensitivity, the most intense experience imaginable, controlled entirely by the undulations of her body, the rolling muscles inside her, a natural marvel of hypnotic, milking pressure… this delayed, pent-up climax was now pushed and coaxed to its final, shattering conclusion as she began to pull him free of her sex at that same glacial pace. Her internal muscles were incredible, a perfect, loving seal that kept him impossibly erect and exquisitely sensitive inside her.
Breathless and utterly dissolved, he collapsed back against her belly, his mind reeling. He was certain she would pull off now, that they would rest in the warm, gooey afterglow.
But she didn't.
Instead, her large eyes stared down at him, filled with lust but laced with a profound need and an affection he knew was meant only for him. It was a look that said she was far from finished. Since he was literally nestled beneath her considerable, comforting weight, he knew she would not stop until she reached her own climax, and at her extremely slow, deliberate pace, he knew that would be quite some time. The thought sent a fresh, thrilling shudder through his spent body.
As she began to sink his still-hard shaft into her pussy once more, her soft, full mouth opened in a silent “O” of pleasure. “Ooo… draaa~” Her eyes fluttered closed, a small, contented drip of honey-sweet drool escaping her lip. Then, she lowered her head to his for another kiss.
Kael was unable to resist… not that he even wanted to.
He ignored the warm, slick goo that dripped from her chin onto his cheeks as he opened his mouth and returned the kiss. Once more her tongue slithered out, dancing across his lips, which he opened willingly, letting her explore every inch of his welcoming mouth.
And then, a familiar shudder raced through their bodies, not one of a violent climax, but a slow, shared wave of overwhelming pleasure. Panting and breaking the kiss, Kael cried out, his voice muffled lovingly by her tongue as he pulsed within her one last time. Goodra answered with a deep, shuddering tremble, her own release manifesting as a fresh wave of warm, thick goo that spilled into the tub, followed by a happy purr of absolute content.
Slowly, gently, she released her tender hold, nuzzling against his slick cheek as they both drifted down from their high, breathless and wrapped in a bond that had been forged deeper than ever in the warm, gooey embrace of their love.
With a contented, exhausted sigh, he looked up into her loving, half-lidded gaze as his body rested atop Goodra’s in the goo-filled tub, his head nestling into the crook of her neck. One of Goodra's thick, powerful arms slid around his back in a possessive, protective hug. They were both spent, breathing heavily in the steamy, quiet room.
Kael lay still, limbs like jelly, his mind a blissful blank. He was covered in her goo and her scent, his skin shuddering at her touch. And now… he felt closer to his partner than he’d ever been to anyone.
Reaching up a glistening, goo-slick hand, Goodra laid it on the side of Kael’s face, stroking his smooth skin. A longing sigh of absolute satisfaction escaped his lips as he leaned into the touch, followed by his partner emitting a deep, purring coo in response. They stayed like that for a long time, floating together in their private, silken world, two souls perfectly connected, having found a new way to be partners.
Together they were held, cherished, and most importantly… understood.