Ch. 61
The cruise continues. Making friends, making memories.
Trainer
It felt good to feel the sunlight on my face. To feel the wind, and the sense of freedom as we began to pull out of the harbor. Despite my reservations on the matter, we did split up after breakfast, with Claire promising me that she'd make sure I had a really good evening, and we'd never be more than a thought apart. So it was I wandered the upper deck for a time, took in the view of the city slowly drifting away from us. Admired some of the latest in bikini fashions, and flirted, here and there, with some of the women around me. Nothing serious, but we were all testing the waters, I found.
Having managed to let go of the weight I'd been carrying, cry it out, love it out, I found myself smiling with ease, catching up on the latest league gossip, learning names and being on the receiving end of more than a few flirtatious brushes of contact. Nothing that could have been construed as an invitation, but certainly at least a passing interest. It felt good to be noticed and just feel as though I could enjoy being in the moment.
It was near noon when the announcement came over the speakers, calling all trainers to sign up for the cruise tournament. Prizes and an exclusive set of pins for each day a trainer lasted, with the tournament champion getting the champion suite for the second week of the cruise. I didn't have time to even think before Claire told me everyone was headed my way and if I wasn't already signing us up I was in trouble.
Sure. Twist my arm.
In all, I didn't have a bad place in line, some twenty or thirty people back. It was no trouble for my girls to find me, but as crowded as things already were, I asked them to hold back unless I needed them for the sign-ups. Although I did give Claire quite the image. A pair of lopunny giving their trainer a subtle grope through her bikini bottoms. Seemed we weren't the only ones with a... close knit team. I dared not say a word, didn't give a second glance. It was personal, private, and lovely. My congratulations to the trio.
It took little more than half an hour to get registered for it, my badges and record were accounted for, and we were placed in the bracket alongside the other names. Our first fight would be that evening, and I was already looking forward to it. I felt bad for the first person we were up against, I could almost feel Tempest's malicious little grin as I rounded the corner. But a good first show required something of me I wasn't at the moment; that I was truly relaxed. Helena more dragged than led me off to the massage rooms, insisting that the two of us go and loosen up before we knocked someone's head off in the tournament.
I'd expected different, in several ways. A woman in a doctor's coat and clearly already up to her eyeballs in work, directed me to a room down a long hallway of similar doors. I shut the door behind me, a little privacy to settle myself upon the massage table. The scent of some kind of industrial cleaning solvent not quite masked by a perfume that hung heavily in the air. After she left, I opened the window, grateful for the fresh air, and honestly a little more uncomfortable than when I'd entered.
I had been surprised, but after a moment, I realized I should have guessed. Luxury meant novelty, after all. It was a vaporeon who introduced themselves with a brush against my side, having gracefully hopped up on the extra wide edges of the table I laid on. A few tentative pushes of paw against my bare back and they sighed, glancing to Helena, who sat as close to the window as she could manage, having hopped up on a countertop to do so. I wanted to apologize, but it was her idea. She'd just have to deal with it until the overwhelming scent of roses faded in the salt breeze.
"He's a mess." The vaporeon said in concern and resignation. "I mean, I've had a few come through that were mostly knots, but this? What happened to him?" It was a fair question, the kneading moved from my shoulders, down my arms, only to sigh with a huff at the state of my hands, nuzzling against one in a reassuring sort of way. Warm affection tinged slightly with the pain of recent bruises being touched.
Helena caught on at my silence, a quick glance toward me before smirking, and stretching. Idly padding her way toward me from where she'd been lounging. "He's a martial artist, and his girlfriend just broke up with him before the cruise." She lied. It shouldn't have surprised me how proficient she was at lying, but it was as if she'd already seen the question coming and knew just how to deflect. "So he spent all his time trying to work it out the only way he really knows how. You think he's in bad shape, you should see his training dummy."
"Oh, that's a shame." The vaporeon replied, from atop me. The sensation of their paws at my spine, pressure slowly growing, kneading down my shoulders. "He's cute. Planning on trying to find him someone new? I could keep my fins in the water, see if anything comes up. You wouldn't believe how many humans come to these just hoping for a rut or two. Or three. Arrange a 'chance encounter' and they'll probably fuck like loppunnies the rest of the trip."
Helena laughed at that, and waved a dismissive paw. "I think I'm done seeing him with humans for right now. I think he needs something a little different, if you know what I mean." She replied, pausing to stretch, and making quite the show of it for me while the vaporeon on my back wasn't looking. "He needs someone who understands how to treat a man, that's all."
"Think you could treat him better, huh?" The query made in a welcoming tone. "You know, a nice romantic cruise would be just the atmosphere to try. You two wouldn't be the first." Hardly a revelation, I realized, as the kneading at my thighs moved down to my calves. Then, the vaporeon on my back had begun to incorporate their tail, long, surprisingly powerful strokes of the cool, sinuous appendage from the middle of my back to my hips easing out aches and pains a little at a time.
Helena circled the table again, a wink as she gazed up at me from the front. "So long as someone's making him feel good, don't really care who does it. I'm just fuckin' tired of seein' him like this." She said, again hopping up to sit at the window. "Well. I don't mind seeing him like this, exactly."
"So you wouldn't care if someone else gave him a try?" The motions grew a little more firm, and as the stretching seemed to ease my back into some semblance of not horrible, I had given up whatever reservations I'd had about the massage parlor as a whole. The next few exchanges between them were lost to me, I drifted in and out, as that sleek, muscular tail rolled over my back with surprising force. I think I moaned. I probably moaned. I didn't care anymore. I needed everything that was happening.
"Arceus, does he always sound like that?" The vaporeon asked, at some point. From above me a sound, almost plaintive, and a shake, before hopping off the table. "Yeah, I think I get what you're saying. I wouldn't mind watching the show, either. He's ... yeah, got something going on for him at any rate. You sure you don't want me to try and hook him up with someone?"
"Like I said." Helena replied, nonchalantly. "If you know any cuties like us who maybe know their way around a human cock or two. No humans. Too much bother with them. Always trying to get something out of it besides a good fuck. No complications. No drama. Just that cock stretching holes."
"And what makes you think he'd ... be okay with that?" The vaporeon asked, crossing the room for an oddly shaped bottle, once again jumping up on the table beside me. Oil, and gods, it was cold! I shivered until the warmth of those paws once again slid up my skin, easily this time, smooth and slick and entirely wonderful. I know I should have had my mind in the gutter courtesy of Helena, but gods, would I be scheduling another massage or two, especially if I could book the vaporeon again.
"It's a whole thing with humans. You see things, traveling with 'em. The way they watch others. He pays every bit as much attention to some pokemon as he does some women. Whether he'd admit it or not, he knows he wants to get his dick wet. It's just a matter of finding the opportunity." Helena said, watching me try not to squirm as again the tail set to work undoing the damage I'd done to myself over the weeks. "These rooms lock, right? We could do it here. Sneak someone in, maybe. I could make it worth your while. That's all I'm getting at."
"What, I find someone for him, and you ..." The vaporeon laughed at that. "What if I just handle him myself?"
Merciful Mesprit, she led the dance with such practiced ease. Helena met my gaze, held it for one long moment, and then glanced to the door again. "I booked us an extended session 'cause he needed to relax. So why not roll him over and work on the real trouble spots? Or at least, work your way to them."
I wasn't entirely surprised when I felt the weight slide off of me, and heard the click of the lock. Although I didn't give up the ruse, waited until an almost impatient nose bumped into my side, twice, before I 'took the hint', and rolled over. I was already half erect, with the sheer anticipation. The vaporeon had begun to knead at my chest with soft, smooth paws, and rub at my legs with powerful fluke, 'accidentally' grazing against my erection here and there.
"Arceus. Fuck. That's going to feel good in me." The sound was almost a dreamy moan as their gaze met mine. Eyes such a deep, dark amethyst purple they would have looked as jet if not for how close they were to mine. Another brush of that powerful, sinuous tail against me, purposeful this time, a little closer. Tempting me. Daring me.
That first kiss was electric. Both in how good it felt, and how weak they instantly became to it. Their whole body going slack above me, deprived of any focus to do anything else besides let me savor the taste of their beautiful blue tongue against mine. A moan, a whine, and a pleading knead of their paws on my chest as I took the offered bait, the same as they'd taken Helena's expert lies. Hook, line, and sinker.
The rake of my nails down the vaporeon's back brought hips up, arching into my touch, as if desperate for more, even still. But, with another whine and a clear inward struggle, the vaporeon pulled away, slipped free of my grasp to lead me off the table, to the bench by the wall, comfortably padded and currently holding my clothes upon it. A deft tug of teeth, and the towel came free, my cock springing forward to their gaze.
Helena padded closer, as the vaporeon sniffed at me, opened wide, swallowed me in one motion. To the back of their eager muzzle, let me feel every ridge of the roof of their mouth, and the way that wonderful tongue swirled over every inch of my sensitive skin. Sat right next to me, and watched. Amused, aroused, nudged at my hand as if reminding me to do more than stare, slack jawed at the show I was being given.
Moltres wasn't as hot as this. My hands slid along those smooth cheeks, pushed down against me a little harder, a little faster. Quite the opposite of resistance, I felt the vibrations of the vaporeon's encouraging voice more than I felt it. A wordless 'va' between the moments I took advantage of that eager maw. I didn't want to sit. Not really. No, I wanted to fuck. So I stood, halfway at least. One knee on the bench, braced there against the wall, and pumped my hips into the motions. Drove my cock in, deeper, rougher.
"Arceus, don't know where that came from, but don't stop..." Not quite pleading, but not far off. Helena nuzzled into my leg before circling the vaporeon. I could almost taste her arousal in the air, certainly I could smell horny vaporeon. I'd expected something like fish, but it was closer to warm sand. Almost soothing. Especially considering how little I could smell that fake rose perfume now.
"What, you want him to blow his load down your throat? Don't want him to stretch you open somewhere else? Maybe lift that tail and give him a real treat?" Helena goaded, with a wink. "We both know you want to be fucked, show him how bad you need that human dick. You know he's ready to fuck you like it's breeding season. Just give him a hole to flood."
Troublemaker... but as the vaporeon nudged me away from the bench, claiming it themselves, forepaws together, ass up, their glorious tail raised in a high arc until the tip of their fin was practically touching their nose, as they looked up at me, all I could think about was the way they were flexing, purposefully making the tight, smooth indent clench and release. Promise of so much more than mere pleasure. That entry, and the azure blue protrusion hanging out from beneath.
I'd never paused to consider that it was masseur, not masseuse tending to me. Vaporeon was very much a male, and very much begging me to fuck him. Helena's gaze met mine, and I just winked. Closed the distance. Took what I wanted. She'd gone to all the trouble to set up a meal for me, who was I to complain about the ingredients? Besides, he had just given me one of the best massages I'd ever had, and a damned decent blowjob, too. What difference did it make, now?
As I pushed with the head of my cock, I felt him tremble, arch just a little more. Push into me. Help me sink it in, slow and firm. I was surprised with how much force it took to actually sink it in. Tight didn't begin to cover it. His walls gripped like a vice, almost painful at first. "Arceus, that's it... gimme more of that. Fuck me like you mean it..." Helena laughed, and circled us again, nuzzled against his cheek as he moaned. "Good boy." She said after a moment. "Looks like you needed it, too, didn't you?"
"Go on, it isn't your first cock, is it? Not the way you moved. Show him you can take it. Show him you can handle what he really wants to give you." She coaxed, one paw reaching up to his back, pushing him into me. Making him pump himself against me, matching my own motions now. The slap of our bare skin rising in the room, wordless, almost pleading exclamations of 'va' in time with my hands grabbing those hips, hilting myself in him over and over. "And you, master..." Words she offered with playful sarcasm, as she circled to nip at my ass. "Fuck him like you mean it. You'd better show him your gratitude." Another nip, my hips pushing hard, almost knocking the poor vaporeon over before she took her place to watch us rut.
It seemed as much as I gave, the more he pleaded for it. Moaned aloud as I did my best to absolutely ruin him. Panted, gazed back at me with a mix of pleasure and desperate longing as I took him for everything he was worth. One hand led his tail up, nibbled at the firm slick appendage which left him whimpering, trembling, overwhelmed.
It was Helena who had the presence of mind to solve the problem I was about to create, ducking in beside us, shoving one of his hind legs on her back. "Oh no. You don't make a fucking mess in here! If we get caught, how do we get away with it again later?" She admonished him. "You want to cum while he's fucking you, you'd better behave and cum in my mouth, fucker!"
Every thrust of my hips pushed him deeper into her maw, but she was careful about her horn, and doubly so about her teeth, wide open to receive him, watching my eyes, at first apologetically, but ultimately with an honest pleasure as she realized I wasn't going to stop the show.
No scolding. No trouble. No drama. My hand slid to her cheek and she nuzzled against it. Slid beneath her jaw and she pulled back a little. Stroked the length of blue flesh in front of her and she giggled. An honest giggle and lapped at the leaking tip of the vaporeon now sandwiched between us. He moaned, I moaned, and between the two of us, we raced toward our respective finish.
"Don't let him make a mess. You swallow every drop, Helena." I said, my hand, now damp from his wet cock taking hold of her horn to pull her in as he throbbed and twitched with what would surely be a very forceful climax. He wasn't the only one. I could feel it welling up, and sank myself home. Drove in deep, and painted his walls white. As I painted him, he painted her. She almost choked at first, but with a few loud swallows managed to keep him down, breathing raggedly around him as I made her take him to the back of her muzzle.
I kept her at it for some moments after, enjoyed the afterglow, the way he felt wrapped around me, his breathy, satisfied voice before I eased myself free. Only then did he disentangle himself from Helena, a nuzzle against her cheek, before the two both turned to nuzzle against me. She'd chuckled, brushed her horn against my hand. "So... what's your name?" She asked the vaporeon.
"Rillet. He called you Helena, what's his?" The vaporeon, Rillet, nuzzled against my leg as he asked. "I want to know what name to moan when I get him to fuck me in the shower in a few minutes."
Helena
Rillet. That name sounded familiar. Those moans over running water sounded familiar. Master gave it to him a second time, as I sat nearby, sparing myself the wet fur. Really gave it to him. Fucked him like a po...rn... star... RILLET? That Rillet!? Violet Enterprises Rillet? Fucking Arceus, no wonder! "Moonlighting as a masseur? I fucking doubt that." I said at last, as I watched master bend the flexible boy into fellating himself while he got fucked from above. Maybe that was just a human thing, or maybe master had watched those movies, himself. If he knew anything about the name though, he didn't betray a hint of it. Kept up his part of the act, or maybe he was just too distracted by the way Rillet was clenching down around his cock as he gagged on his own.
"You're Rillet. From the movies. Like the really fucking hot one with the two humans and the swing?" I asked, at last. "What the hell are you doing here?"
When finally he was let up enough to do more than swallow his prick, he nodded and hiked his tail up anew. They were going to get their hour's worth, for sure. "That Rillet. You think he'd like an autographed disk? We could sneak it into his bag, something for him to enjoy later. My card too, if ... oh Arceus. Arecus fuck! He wants to fuck again later! That's my price! Autographed disk but shove that fat human cock in my ass again, damn it!"
I looked at master and he just nodded, slammed himself home. Really wrecked the poor boy, fucked him until he sobbed as much as he moaned with pleasure. "Sure... I'll give you the room number, but that's an autographed disk, some selfies, and you gotta let the rest of us watch. Deal?" I asked, as master pushed his fingers into Rillet's maw, heard his moan as that tongue teased them with promises of plesaure he'd give freely. He couldn't speak, but after a moment's hesitation he nodded.
When Master let him do something else with his tongue, Rillet turned his gaze to me. "Just not on his league tablet. You find him something personal, in the shops. A camera just for him. I'll take as many pictures as you can fit into the date, but don't get him in trouble."
I almost wanted to ask "Who, me?" but I could feel it in my horn master would've broken character if I did... and gods it was fun to watch him fuck.
Rillet slipped out first, and it was only as we passed by him further down the hall, conversing with a nidoqueen in the same kind of white doctor's coat as the woman at the receptionist desk I began to suspect that perhaps he'd set us up as much as I'd tried to set him up. Or maybe, just maybe he was rubbing himself all over the humans just hoping someone like master would come along with a taste for some deep tissue work.