Unusual

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"..." Speach
'...' Thought


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Rolling hills under a pale blue sky stretched beyond sight in every direction. Small patches of trees and shrubs dotted the earthly landscape while white islands of cloud floated above. Wild flowers bloomed in the fields while small insects flitted about them, enjoying the abundant source of nectar. The only sign of man’s touch on the natural scenery was a grey tinged road making its way through the countryside in a path that stayed in the clearings.

Aine breathed in the sweet scent of green things all around her. Walking down the weathered path at a stroll, she had every intention of taking her time getting to where she was going. The beautiful scenery was too good to pass by without enjoying it.

The road under her feet was little used, winding around in an inefficient pattern from Oaklyn to the nearby town of Siren Brook. Most people used the much faster main road that headed strait south instead of the westward curving old road. Farmers and tamers trucking goods back and forth between the villages, visiting relatives, shopping; the main road could be surprisingly busy for such a lightly populated area, which was precisely why Aine was avoiding it.

Following behind her was her newly acquired pokegirl, Aeronwen. Being an evolutionary offshoot of the notoriously dangerous widow, Aine had no desire to find out how people would react to seeing the wagon sized spider strolling down the way. Even though her pokedex explicitly stated that the dryder had proven to be a relatively harmless breed according to league research, she had only learned of their existence when one had ran her down in the woods. How many other people in the area had no idea of the dryder’s existence? Aine had decided she could live quite well for the rest of her life without the answer to that question.

Looking over her shoulder, Aine checked her companion’s status.

Shuffling along sedately, the pokegirl seemed less than interested in her surroundings. Instead, she seemed to be focusing on Aine’s ass.

Sighing in exasperation, Aine kept moving. Ever since she had let the dryder out of her pokeball, she had been obsessed with getting Aine’s pants off. Introducing the very giant and very naked pokegirl to her parents that morning three days ago had been embarrassing enough. When Aeronwen had subsequently ignored them and hauled her into the air in order to grope her, Aine had nearly died of embarrassment. Iris and Clover bursting out into laughter had only made it worse.

Her face blushing red with the memory, Aine pulled her pokedex out of her pocket to get her mind off the humiliating memories. Checking her progress with the map function, she figured they would be about three fourths of the way to Siren Brook by nightfall.

Mentally going through her inventory, she decided she would stop at the next body of fresh water she came to in order to make camp. She carried a large canteen in her supplies, but that could only go so far between two people.

'Especially when one weighs a couple of tons…'

Again glancing back at her pokegirl, Aine knew she had absolutely nothing to complain about. The pros far outweighed the cons concerning Aeronwen. Being that large also meant Aeronwen was immensely strong. At that moment, she was carrying Aine’s backpack with all her food, clothes, tent, sleeping bag, and a set of maps and books on old world castles. Nothing Aine could not carry herself, but she doubted Aeronwen even noticed the weight.

On her own person, Aine carried her pokedex, Aeronwen’s ‘ball and a spare, plus a multipurpose tool that looked like a combination of a machete and a hatchet. An old tool that her father had used in his taming youth, it was old but still sharp. Having it was more for her father’s peace of mind than hers. Aine rarely felt the need to use anything but her own hands when out in the wilds, but at least she looked prepared.

Having only one spare pokeball was a problem though. She had had another one, but she had no idea what had happened to it. Most likely it had gotten lost during her feral encounter in the mysterious clearing. With only one chance, it made it far more important for Aine to pick and choose what pokegirls she could go after. That kind of limitation was something she intended to fix.

Speaking of the clearing, Aine thought as she turned around and began walking backwards.

“Hey, ‘Wen, are you ready to tell me what that clearing was all about?”

“What clearing?”

“Where we met.”

“What met?”

“…Forget it.” Shaking her head, Aine turned back around in time to skip around a small bush that was growing in the path. Initially, she had been impressed with the speed Aeronwen had taken to language. Speaking in such a serious tone and mostly complete sentences, Aine had thought the dryder might have been previously captured. However, after a few confusing conversations, it became clear that Aeronwen did not truly understand the meaning of many of the words she used. She had an intuitive grasp of basic vocabulary and grammar and was catching on quick, but still had less understanding of the language than most grade school children.

“You know, I’m pretty sure you’re just messing with me right now. You’ve been catching on quickly enough to know what the word ‘met’ means.”

“In the clearing we tamed. We are in clearing now.” Aine could practically feel the hopefulness in Aeronwen’s voice. “Tame now?”

Smirking to herself, Aine responded playfully. “I don’t think taming out in the open where any feral prowling around can interrupt us is a wise plan. We can wait till tonight. Especially if you’re going to play dumb.”

“What feral?”

“You know, other pokegirls. Wild ones.”

“None here. Scared.”

“Scared?” Thinking it over, Aine realized the whole day had been unusually devoid of any pokegirls. Most of the breeds in the area were weak common types, like pidgy and cutiepie, which tended to flee rather than fight travelers. Still, they should have at least seen some bird types flying in the distance or a titmouse running away. Yet Aine could not recall seeing any sign of a single feral.

“Now how am I supposed to do my duty as a tamer and capture pokegirls if you are chasing them all away?” Aine stated in mock frustration.

Feeling Aeronwen’s presence grow closer, she managed not to jump when a soft pair of lips whispered in her ear from behind. “More taming for me. Yes?”

It still amazed Aine how silently Aeronwen could move. “You’re incorrigible. If you don’t stop sneaking up on me I’ll make you wear your clothes.”

At that Aeronwen backed off immediately. Aine almost giggled. After that first embarrassing day at home, Aine had decided the best way to make it clear to Aeronwen that certain times and places were not appropriate for sex was to introduce her to clothing. With her mother’s permission, she had taken an old set of dark green curtains from the closet and sewed them up into a crude shirt and loincloth.

Aine had thought she had done a pretty good job. The shirt was sleeveless and exposed Aeronwen’s midriff, more from lack of material than design. The loincloth wrapped around the waist and draped towards the ground in the front, neatly concealing Aeronwen’s nether region in the simplest and most effective way Aine could come up with.

Aeronwen hated it. The feeling of the rough material wrapped tightly around her made her feel constrained, and the swish of the loincloth fabric made it easier for others to hear her coming. The moment she was left alone she had immediately torn the clothes off. When Aine’s mother had found the naked dryder walking away from the shredded remains of Aine’s hard work, she had forced the bigger pokegirl to fix them. Aine appreciated the thought, but in the time it had taken Terrwyn to teach Aeronwen how to sew and patch, she could have just made an entirely new set of clothes.

In any case, Aeronwen hated the outfit even more now. Her patch job had been less than perfect, no longer fitting quite right. So, early that morning, after Aine had said her goodbyes and farewells and they had left the farm, she had let the uncomfortable dryder take off the ill-fitting garments.

She was beginning to think that had been a mistake. It was proving very difficult to ignore her pokegirl’s amorous advances when said pokegirl was nude. Her own blue shirt and jeans were in danger of being forsaken every time the sexy pokegirl made a move on her. Not that Aine was going to complain. Taming the beautiful, affectionate dryder was better than anything she had ever experienced before.

A sudden bright flash of light in the distance caught her eyes and distracted her thoughts. Hopping up onto the higher roadside embankment, Aine could just barely make out the source some distance down the road.

“What is that up there? Can you see?”

“Yes,” Aeronwen replied, “I see water.”

“Water? On the road? It hasn’t rained in three days. There shouldn’t be any puddles by now.”

The dryder made no comment as they continued to approach the anomaly. The area of the road ahead was low ground, with a great deal of shrubbery. If the hills around them had been higher it could have been called a valley. As the couple drew closer, Aine could see more clearly the large blue puddle collected in the middle of the dry road. Solitary and shinning in the sun, the water looked strangely blue to Aine.

“Does that look weird to you?” Aine asked Aeronwen. Before she could get a response, the puddle did something puddles do not normally do. It sat up.

“What the hell?” Was what Aine would have said if all the wind had not suddenly been knocked out of her by a large, fast moving blob. Stunned by the force of the flying tackle, Aine opened her eyes to the sight of a slightly see through red face. Half-lidded black eyes stared into her own for a brief moment before the face lunged forward and tried to force a kiss.

Aine had no chance to fight back before the weight of the translucent pokegirl was suddenly pulled off her body. Not a second later she found her position had changed from lying face up on the ground to swinging in the air by the back of her shirt.

“MINE,” growled a very peeved looking Aeronwen.

Held aloft in the sky by one of the dryder’s pincers, Aine took in the scene before her. The blue puddle that had so mysteriously sat up earlier had transformed into two very voluptuous looking pokegirls standing side by side, fists raised in combat readiness. Strangely, they seemed to be grinning wide friendly smiles, contradicting their aggressive stance. The similarly shaped red pokegirl that had so eagerly thrown her to the ground sat several feet behind the azure duo, clearly reeling in shock from whatever means had put her there. Aine could sympathize.

“Put me down ‘Wen! This is not a good place for me to be!” Trying not to struggle lest her shirt rip, Aine tried to get the attention of her own pokegirl, who was staring down the ferals.

Without warning, Aeronwen swung Aine around and placed her on her far side, as far away from the translucent trio as possible. The ferals immediately responded by trying to move around Aeronwen to get at the vulnerable tamer, but they all foolishly moved in the same direction as a group. Aeronwen easily blocked this move with an angry stomp of her many legs.

Quickly pulling out her pokedex, Aine scanned the aggressors.

'Slimette Princesses? And one of them is a mage type. That one might actually be a pretty good catch.'

Snapping the device shut, Aine called out, “Aeronwen, tackle the blue ones! Try to grab the red one!”

Faster than her size should allow, the dryder shot forward and knocked the two ferals away with a backhand swipe of her left claw. Lunging with the other claw, she grabbed the mage slimette and brought her up to her face.

“Good! Bring her over here so I can-“ before Aine could finish her command, the red slimette let out a high-pitched piercing whistle. The screech was so loud Aeronwen threw the pokegirl away in surprise.

Uncovering her ears, Aine watched the feral scamper away into the bushes. Looking up at Aeronwen, she asked in confusion, “What was that?”

“What?” Aeronwen responded loudly while rubbing her ears. Aine quickly surmised that having the source of the piercing squeal right next to her head had at least temporarily deafened the dryder. The consequence of which was that Aeronwen stood oblivious as a veritable army of slimettes appeared from the surrounding shrubs.

“What is this, a nest!?” Aine counted at least two dozen sleepy eyed goo girls of various types walking up behind her pokegirl. Waiving frantically, Aine tried to signal Aeronwen to turn around.

While Aeronwen looked at her tamer’s flailing arms in bewilderment, a green colored slimette grabbed hold of one of her rear legs and pulled.

The effect was immediate, though doubtful what the feral had intended. Aeronwen whirled around with the slimette glued to her leg, and upon seeing the gathering of pokegirls before her began to stomp across the area wildly. Some of the slimettes disappeared in bursts of soft blue lights, but others followed the green one’s lead and clung to the dryder’s legs like leeches.

If the situation had not been so serious, Aine would have laughed. Watching her giant spider girl spinning around the clearing while a horde of multi-colored slime ladies clung to her legs for all they were worth was one of the most bizarre sights she had ever witnessed. The shouts of frustration coming from Aeronwen made it clear that the slimettes were having no worse affect on the dryder than flies swarming a ponytaur; annoying but not harmful.

Aine would have laughed, except one of the slimettes had decided to take advantage of the distraction the others were causing the dryder and was advancing on her.

The grey, opaque body of the feral marked her as a metal-type slimette. A rare catch, Aine knew that this particular pokegirl was very valuable. A truly great find, if only her one pokegirl was not busy trying to shake off a dozen ineffectual attackers.

“Aeronwen! Hey! Help!” It was no use shouting, the distracted dryder was still deaf and completely distracted. Seeing no other choice, Aine took out her only pokeball and threw it at the metal slimette.

The slimette easily evaded the capture device as it flew past her. Stalking forward, she made a grab for Aine, but missed her mark. Aine ducked and rolled away from the feral, crashing through a shrub. Trying to stand up, she found herself blocked by yet another goopy individual.

What was undoubtedly the same red slimette from before plastered herself on top of Aine while the metal slimette joined the effort and made a grab for Aine’s pants. Struggling in the arms of the mage-type pokegirl, Aine did her best to stay calm.

'Is this always going to be the way I run into new pokegirls? Aren’t I supposed to be the one that captures *them*?'

Not bothering to fully remove Aine’s pants, the grey feral found more than what she had been looking for in Aine’s underwear. Mouthing the tamer’s semi-erection through the material of her cotton panties, the metal slimette was greedily blocking the mage slimette away from the prize by keeping her head in the way. Frustrated with being kept from her share, the pokegirl changed positions so that she was sitting down on Aine’s chest, facing her goal.

Before Aine could use the new position to try and push the pokegirl off her, she found herself suddenly freed. In a moment of déjà vu, Aine watched the red slimette land on the ground a dozen yards away, once again looking like she had no idea what had hit her.

What had hit her was Aeronwen. Anger visible on her face, she aimed a second swing of her claw at the metallic slime girl attached to Aine’s crotch.

The feral ducked out of the way to the left, rolling out of range. Instead of giving chase, Aeronwen reached down with her human half and picked Aine up. Securing her tamer safely in her grasp, the dryder went after her foe. Dodging left and right through the bushes, the slimette slipped past the stone shattering blows. Changing tactics, Aeronwen halted her chase and instead shoved both her front legs into the ground.

Flipping up from her last evasive roll, the slimette took a few more steps away from her much larger opponent. Aine could see the gears turning behind her still grinning face: Stay or Run?

That decision was made for her when Aeronwen violently lifted her legs from the earth, sending a wave of dirt flying at the shocked pokegirl. Unable to avoid it, the metal slimette was knocked flat on her back by the surprise move.

Seeing an opportunity, Aine frantically slapped Aeronwen on the shoulder. “Quick, put me down! Down!” She shouted in her pokegirl’s ear.

Seeming to have recovered her hearing, the dryder put Aine back on the ground. Struggling to pull up her half torn pants, she hurried back towards the area where she had thrown her pokeball earlier.

“Damn it, where did it go?” she grumbled while searching through the grass. “I need that thing now!”

Expanding her search towards the road, Aine found the landscape to be covered in holes. While Aine had been busy with the two more clever slimettes, Aeronwen had gotten serious. Some of the pock marks left by her stomping were at least a foot deep.

“Aeronwen, grab the feral! Don’t let it run while I’m looking…” Aine cut off her own sentence when she stumbled over a particularly deep hole with a spot of red at the bottom. “Got it!” She exclaimed while brandishing the retrieved pokeball over her head. “Now bring her over here ‘Wen!”

Looking back at where she had left the two pokegirls, Aine only saw Aeronwen. The metal slimette was nowhere to be seen.

“What happened? We had her!” Aine asked in frustration.

“What?” Aeronwen asked back, rubbing her ear.

“God damn it.”


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A few hours later the two companions were sitting in a grove of willow trees a few yards away from a babbling stream. The sun was lower in the sky but still hours away from setting. Aine sat on a flat topped rock, stitching a spare button onto her ruined jeans. The zipper was gone and the right pocket had been torn half off, but she considered them to be salvageable. Aeronwen was lying in a sunny spot, drying from washing herself off in the slow flowing water.

After their debacle with the slimette gang, Aine and Aeronwen had continued on down the road towards the nearest body of water. Aine’s pants had not only been ripped, her clothes had been soaked in slime. Her underwear had been particularly uncomfortable, the slime causing the cotton material to bunch in sensitive places. Aeronwen had been in even worse condition, goo coating every inch of her shell. All the dirt she had been throwing around had naturally stuck to the sticky stuff, turning her into a walking mass of mud.

Both had been very happy to bathe in the stream, getting the goop and grime off. Afterwards, Aeronwen had plopped down in a sunny spot, moving only to eat the dinner she was offered. Aine had changed into sweatpants after drying off with a towel. After that, she had cooked a small meal of sausages that they both shared.

Now she sat on the rock, repairing her pants. Only she was not really repairing her pants so much as she was trying to think of something to say to Aeronwen. The vibe of depression coming from her pokegirl was making her feel equally as unhappy. Clearly something was upsetting her, without doubt related to the battle from earlier.

Perhaps it was not the most elegant of victories, but they had still won. As far as Aine was concerned, Aeronwen had defended her with great success. So what if the rare metal slimette had gotten away? Even veteran tamers had trouble capturing such an elusive quarry.

'I really don’t want her to be disappointed we didn’t catch anything. It’s not so serious to warrant such a deep funk.' Putting down her needle, Aine resolved to fix the mood.

“Uhm, Aeronwen…” Aine spoke softly to the sulking giant while waking up beside her. “Aeronwen?”

The pokegirl made no sign of acknowledgement. She continued to stare at the ground, drawing circles in the grass with a pincer.

“Aeronwen?” Aine called out more loudly. “Aeronwen!”

Twitching in surprise, the pokegirl finally twisted around at the waist to look her in the eyes. With her body resting on the ground, the height distance was not so great as to make it difficult for Aine to speak to her face to face.

Thinking that maybe Aeronwen was still a little deaf from earlier, Aine kept her voice level high. “Listen, I don’t want you to feel bad. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. You did very well in that fight back there. I don’t care that the feral got away.”

Frowning, the dryder turned her eyes away.

“Aeronwen, are you ok?” Aine put her hand on Aeronwen’s shoulder, waiting for a response.

After a long silence, the pokegirl spoke forlornly, “You don’t want me.”

“What?” Aine said, confused. “That isn’t true at all! Why would you think that?”

Yellow eyes fixed on the ground, Aeronwen answered, “You wanted the other one.”

'What in the world doe she mean by that? The other one…?'

Like a bolt of lightning, the answer struck her square in the face. Aine suddenly felt very much like a heel. She had assumed that, being a pokegirl, Aeronwen would have naturally understood the role of a tamer. She had never really explained to Aeronwen why they were traveling abroad, nor taken the dryder’s feelings on the subject into account.

“Oh, no ‘Wen, you’re wrong.” Aine tried to reassure Aeronwen. “I don’t want anyone more than I want you. It’s just that I’m a tamer. It’s my job to capture other pokegirls, to help keep other people safe.”

Not facing her, the pokegirl mumbled, “You do want me?”

“Yes. You’re the best thing that’s happened to me in a long while. Probably the strangest too, but definitely the best.”

Still not facing her, Aeronwen asked in a less dejected sounding voice, “You will still tame me?”

Smirking, Aine reassured her, “Yes. I’ll still tame you.”

“Now?”

Smiling a little wider, Aine said in a teasing tone, “Right now? Aren’t you tired? We already had so much fun today.”

Finally turning back around to face her, Aeronwen regarded Aine’s crystal blue eyes with an utterly straight face. “Never too tired for taming.”

Trying hard not to laugh, Aine agreed.

“You’re right. Never too tired to tame.”

With a gracefulness belying her strength, the dryder rose up from her sitting position to her full height. With such a unique physiology, standing was the best way for Aeronwen to tame. As she reached out with the intention of picking her up, Aine held up a halting hand, causing the giant to stop in confusion.

“Wait,” Aine said, “Let me do something I’ve been curious about.”

Walking forward towards the pokegirl, she found her head to be on just about the same level as Aeronwen’s already glistening pussy. Putting her face up close to it, Aine breathed in the scent deeply.

'Wow, she thought, she smells so sweet. Like sugar…'

Leaning in the last few inches between them, Aine took a long lick of Aeronwen’s pussy. Liking the taste, she continued to swipe her tongue up and down the dryder’s womanhood for several minutes. Glancing upwards without stopping her actions, Aine watched her pokegirl’s face gasping in pleasure. Hoping to turn those gasps into something louder, she switched tactics and quickly found Aeronwen’s clit. Wrapping her lips around it, Aine sucked on the bundle of nerves as hard as she could.

The reaction from Aeronwen was immediate. The excited moan Aine had been looking for was muffled by the pair of hands wrapped around her head. Grasping onto her master compulsively, Aeronwen ground her clit against Aine, desperately seeking release. Doing her best to aid this goal, Aine used her teeth to graze against the clitoris being pressed into her mouth.

Aeronwen was only able to last a few more seconds when her legs gave out at the knees. Suddenly back on eye level with Aeronwen, Aine was treated to her orgasming face. She did not think she had ever seen anything so beautiful. Golden eyes framed by feather white hair, completely lost in lust. Dark lips panting with desire.

On impulse, Aine leaned forward and kissed those panting lips. Aeronwen returned the kiss with passion, tongues elegantly dueling despite the size difference. Fulfilling another impulse, Aine ran her fingers through her pokegirl’s soft hair, enjoying the feel of it. The sound of the dryder’s unique purr filled her ears and vibrated inside her mouth.

Taking things a step further, Aeronwen thrust her hands down the back of Aine’s pants, slipping her fingers across the smooth skin. At the same time she used her claws to gently cradle Aine’s back. Once in place, she broke the kiss and began to work her way down her tamer’s neck, licking and kissing every inch of skin in her reach.

Now it was Aine’s turn to gasp as she gripped Aeronwen’s hair tightly in her fists. The dryder’s teasing hands continually moved deeper, exploring, stroking, probing. Aine almost forgot to breathe when two very large fingers suddenly found their way into her most feminine area.

No one else had ever touched her there before, and the sensation was unexpectedly intense. Moving around without pattern, the fingers explored her gently, never delving deeper than her still intact maidenhood. Aine lost track of the rest of her body, totally focused on the feelings coming from her pussy. She had always masturbated in the past with either her dick or her clit. Penetration had seemed like such a scary event. Now she did not know why she had waited.

The rest of her body came back into focus in a flash when Aeronwen grazed her sharp teeth across Aine’s still clothed breasts.

“Aeronwen…” Aine moaned in both pain and pleasure. The pokegirl’s fangs left neatly sliced lines in her shirt, but stopped from going deep enough to draw blood.

Loosing control for the moment, Aine yanked hard onto Aeronwen’s head, trying to pull her down towards the straining erection in her pants. Dropping all attempts at foreplay, Aeronwen pulled her hands from Aine’s core and ripped her sweatpants and underwear down and off her legs. Instead of going down, however, the impassioned pokegirl went up, standing and taking Aine with her.

Aine did not question the move. By the time she was coherent enough to put a sentence together, Aeronwen had impaled herself on Aine’s engorged cock. All thought that did not involve the warm sex around her organ was once again forced from her mind.

Using what she had just learned about her tamer’s body, the dryder placed her right hand back onto Aine’s pussy, two fingers stretching her hole. Using this as a grip, she began to move Aine in and out of herself.

'This has to be the weirdest way anyone has ever fucked before.' Aine laughed at the unbidden thought. Incoherently, she pondered as she enjoyed the duel sensations: 'Is she fucking me or am I fucking her?'

She decided it did not matter as a bolt of pleasure singed its way through her body when her pokegirl reached her second orgasm unexpectedly fast, tunnel squeezing down on her member like a vice. That sensation coupled with the spastically twitching fingers inside her put her over the edge.

Coming hard, Aine released herself inside Aeronwen. The radiant feeling of orgasmic bliss washed through her, wiping away all earthly worries. Nothing could have mattered more in that moment than the pokegirl clinging tightly to her, pleasure wracking them both in carnal bliss.

After slowly lowering them both down, Aeronwen slipped her fingers out of Aine while the still shuddering tamer finished her orgasm. The two women rested, tamer cradled by pokegirl, heads leaning together. Their bodies shivered occasionally in the after affects of such pleasurable activity.

Sighing deeply, Aine closed her eyes and whispered, “That was really good…”

“Mmmhmm” Her companion hummed lazily.

Opening her glowing eyes, Aine looked straight into Aeronwen’s golden ones.

“Want to do it again?”

Aeronwen smiled.


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After spending the rest of the balmy evening in such pleasure, the two had fallen asleep exhausted. Aine’s regenerative powers helped her keep going, but there was only so much she could take. Aine and Aeronwen had slept comfortably, tamer leaning back against the pokegirl’s body, wrapped in each other’s arms beneath the stars. In the morning they packed away what little they had left about the campsite and set back out on the road.

The rest of the morning was relatively eventless. A bawdger had popped her head up out of a hole she had dug next to the path but had immediately retreated back inside. The brief encounter had set Aine’s heart racing in anticipation of a battle, but the pokegirl had taken one look at Aeronwen and disappeared faster than a fish among catgirls. Clearly, the two had nothing to worry about from ferals as long as the ferals had more sense than a slimette.

The bawdger’s reaction did remind Aine of the upcoming troubles they would face once they reached civilization again. Already she was seeing signs of kattle trails, a sure indication of active farming country. They had to be nearing Siren Brook.

Seeing what looked like a wooden fence in the distance, Aine broached the subject with her pokegirl. “Aeronwen, I need to put you into your pokeball soon.”

That drew a less than happy glance from the big dryder.

Hurrying to explain, Aeronwen stumbled over her words. “We’ll be in the town soon, and causing problems is the last thing either of us wants to do, right? People can do really stupid things when they see something they don’t like and its best if we just avoid all that.”

Aine’s fast paced speech changed Aeronwen’s expression from unhappy to confused.

“Look, just trust me on this.” Aine looked up at the taller girl pleadingly, “Just trust me.”

Without a moment’s hesitation Aeronwen replied, “Yes.”

The conviction put into that word startled her. Aine stared at the pokegirl’s earnest face a few moments before turning her eyes back on the road. “Okay. Good,” she exhaled. “I suppose we should do it now before we see anyone.”

The dryder removed the pack and supplies from her back and placed them on the ground as her fledgling tamer removed her pokeball from her belt and pointed it at her. A small beam of red light shot out and enveloped the pokegirl, disappearing in a blink that took Aeronwen with it.

Rubbing her thumb over the ball in her hand, Aine whispered, “I’ll see you soon.” Whether she was comforting the pokegirl or herself was something she chose not to think about. She placed the pokeball back on her belt before grabbing the supplies and strapping them to her own back. Aine huffed at the weight and started moving again.

Her timing turned out to be very good as only a few minutes later, a man riding a ponytaur rode over a hill to her left. When they saw her they both waved to her in a friendly manner, as country folk usually do. Aine waved back, thankful that they were too far away to see her face clearly.

'Just let me get to the pokecenter without running into any jerks. That’s all I ask.'

Aine kept walking as fast as she could down the road, glancing at the two distant figures while trying not to be obvious about it. The strangers continued on their course, perpendicular to her own, not adjusting to meet her as she had feared.

T'hank heaven for small favors.' She sighed in relief.

As she moved further down the road, she started seeing more people. Beyond the fence that she had seen ahead on the right were at least three people, possibly pokegirls, herding kattle. One shifted to running on all fours, so Aine figured that one probably was not human. The road was also becoming more worn, hoofmarks and wheel tracks scarring the dirt.

By the time she had reached the waist high fence, she could see a farmstead, and even more people making use of the road. Deciding it was time to take precautions regarding her own appearance, Aine stopped and put her pack on the ground in order to more easily search though it.

From a small pocket inside, Aine removed a pair of blue tinted sunglasses. Metal rimmed and oval, they had been difficult to get, and very expensive. Aine always kept them protected inside a metal case. It had taken a long time to earn enough money to pay for them; there was no chance she was going to risk breaking them.

Slipping them over her eyes gave Aine a great way to avoid confrontation. The blue glass absorbed the glow of her irises, hiding her most obvious abnormality. The sunglasses themselves were somewhat flashy for the rural environment, but still, people asked less questions. Double checking to make sure her hair still covered her ears, Aine picked the backpack back up and bowed her head, prepared as best she could be to blend in to the crowd.

That preparation paid off in an hour’s time when she found herself surrounded by twenty or so young tamers, all waving their brand new pokedexes around in celebration of receiving their licenses.

“I don’t think that one has ever even shaved…” Aine commented under her breath while trying to avoid getting smacked in the face by one of the exuberant boys. Aine had forgotten that most of the young men and women of the local villages hoping to become tamers chose the early summer months to apply. The planting season was over and harvest was months away. Easily the best time to leave and find a few ferals before having to return and help the homesteads bring in the year’s crop.

Aine herself had applied in the winter those two years past. There had been no one else applying then, no one else for her to celebrate with. Not that she had many friends to do any celebrating with. Being as different as she was had not allowed Aine the opportunity to get close to many other people. The few who had been close to her outside of family had not been around for years.

Nor had she been back to Siren Brook since gaining her license. Little had changed, as per usual for most places in the blue league. The main part of town sat on the north corner of where a fast moving stream ran into a slow moving river. Boats carrying goods from the larger cities, like computers and generators, would off load their goods and then load up raw products produced in the local community to take back down to the south. Traders had shops set up all over town, hawking their wares at all hours of the day. Restaurants, pubs, hotels, everything a weary traveler or villager could want. Tamers made a particularly good source of income for the town, Siren Brook having the only pokecenter for many miles.

Just like the town, Siren Brook Pokecenter looked exactly the same as Aine remembered it. Except, of course, for the lack of snow and abundance of teenage revelry. The building was of modern design, only a few decades old. White washed with a red roof, it was easy to spot on the outskirts of town. A small tavern and inn did good business across the cobblestone street, as the pokecenter had only a few spare rooms for drifting tamers. A hedged in garden behind the large building provided many of the herbs and powders the center used for treatment.

Aine pushed her way past another group of excited boys, trying to get inside the pokecenter as quickly as she could. A few of the teens eyed her up and down, but most simply ignored her. Hurrying up to the large wooden front door, Aine pulled it open and rushed inside before any more celebrators could get in her way.

The lobby was happily empty. In all likelihood the staff had pushed the party outside, not wanting the rowdy crowd to damage the furnishings. Sending a glance skyward, Aine gave silent thanks for whoever had decided to decorate the room with antique furniture.

“Can I help you Miss?”

Startled, Aine spun to her right but found no one there. Turning around to her left, she looked down to find a pretty young woman sprawled out on the floor. “Are you okay?” She asked, concerned.

Sitting up and pushing her pink hair out of her face, the nursejoy responded shakily, “That’s a very big backpack you have there.”

Blinking for a second, realization struck Aine. “Oh! I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there. Let me help you.”

Aine quickly unstrapped the pack and let it drop to the floor before reaching out and pulling the pokegirl to her feet. Straightening out her white uniform, the joy said, “It’s all right, I’m fine. That was just a surprise.” Looking up at the still much taller Aine, the joy commented, “If you don’t mind my saying, Miss, maybe if you took off those glasses you could see more clearly indoors.”

“Uhm, yes, you’re right.” Hesitantly removing the sunglasses from her face, Aine gazed down into the pokegirl’s pink eyes.

“Oh!” Taken aback for a moment, the nurse recovered and gestured towards the front desk. ”We’ve been expecting you Miss O’Brennan. Please, over here.”

Grabbing her oversized pack, Aine followed the girl over to the counter. “I suppose you got my grandfather’s message I was coming?”

“Yes we did,” Answered a man’s voice. “Though we didn’t expect you to get here so soon.”

Standing in an open doorway was a tall, thin man in a white lab coat. His hair was grey but his stubbly beard was all white. His nose was a bit bulbous and his eyes were a dull grey, but there was a kindness in his demeanor that tended to put his patients at ease.

Aine smiled and called out, “Good afternoon Dr. Callahan. How are you?”

“Fine, fine. Nothing to complain about.” Stepping closer and holding out his hand, the doctor smiled and asked in his graveled voice, “How about you? How do you like the tamer’s life?”

Clasping the doctor’s hand at the wrist, Aine admitted, “Well, I haven’t really gotten around to being one ‘till just this week.”

“So I heard. Always seemed a shame that you want through all that trouble to get that license and never did anything with it. At least you’re doing something now, eh?”

“Yes, I suppose so.”

“Well,” Dr. Callahan exclaimed, rubbing his hands together in eagerness. “Let’s take a look at this ‘big surprise’ you’re grandfather wrote about. I assume you have her there with you, yes?”

Aine nodded. “Did he tell you anything about her?”

“No, he was rather vague. Something about a ‘rare insect type.’ Why, not as rare as he said it is?”

Sighing and looking away, Aine mumbled, “No, she’s pretty special.”

“Then pull her out here! If you’re worried about her getting a bit out of control you needn’t. That’s what Carrie is for.” Waving at the door he had come out of, a pokegirl walked into a view and joined them. “You remember Aine, right Carrie?”

“Of course. It’s very good to see you again.”

“Nice to see you too.” Aine smiled cordially. In truth, she always felt nervous around the alaka-wham. Not as tall as her or the doctor, the red skinned pokegirl was still rather tall. And impressively gifted in the chest, as most people were quick to notice. That, however, was not what made Aine anxious. The fact that the pokegirl could read every thought in her head without her knowing was what made her uncomfortable.

'Well, even if she is reading my mind, might as well still be polite. I definitely don’t want to insult her.'

Putting his arm around the busty pokewoman, Dr. Callahan explained, “Carrie here can put even the most belligerent gynadose to sleep. Though I assure you it has nothing to do with her conversational skills.”

“Belligerence isn’t a problem, doctor. But unless you want to patch holes in your ceiling, we need a bigger room.”

“Oh.” The doctor nodded in understanding. “Come with me. We have just the room here.”

Aine followed the doctor and Carrie through the door and down the hallway they had come from. Passing by several empty examination rooms, the trio walked through a set of double doors at the end of the hall. The room on the other side was a small auditorium. The floor was bare, all the chairs and desks pushed up against the walls.

“I remember this place looking different.”

“We painted the walls since your tamer’s test. Shall we get started with the physical?”

Taking the pokeball out of her belt, Aine decided to forgo the warning and simply released Aeronwen.

The dryder materialized in a flash of red light. Slightly disorientated, the immense pokegirl took a few steps forward and almost stepped on the shocked Dr. Callahan. Fortunately, Carrie pulled him out of the way before anything unfortunate could happen. Getting her bearings, Aeronwen immediately moved to Aine.

“Are you okay ‘Wen?” She asked Aeronwen.

“Yes.” She smiled down at Aine.

Stuttering over his words a bit, the doctor advanced on the pair. “W-well. I must admit I was thinking more along the lines of a veno-miss or scropugirl. Not something quite so… impressive.” Pulling a small device from his coat pocket, he pressed a few buttons and then said, “Let’s begin, shall we?”

The exam was quick and painless. Aeronwen remained completely cooperative, for the most part, at Aine’s behest. When the doctor had tried to take a blood sample, she did shy off and refuse, but Aine offered her own arm to the doctor and let him pull a sample from her to show it was safe. After that Aeronwen allowed the doctor a vile of blood.

Pulling off a pair of medical gloves he had put on for the simple exam, the doctor declared the dryder to be in perfect health, pending blood test results.

“Of course, I’ve never examined anyone like her before. But she doesn’t show any obvious signs of disease or parasites, so I believe she’ll be fine.”

“Thank you very much Dr. Callahan.” Aine shook his hand again. “I just wanted to make sure before we headed somewhere without hospitals.”

“Your grandfather did a lot for this community back in the day. And he’s a friend. Anytime you need some help, just call. You should have the number in that ‘dex of yours.”

“That might be hard to do out in the wilderness,” Aine put her hand against one of Aeronwen’s legs. “It could be awhile before we get anywhere with phones.”

“Would you be staying the day? There aren’t any rooms open here at the center with all these new tamers, but we’d be happy to have you stay at our home, right Carrie?”

“Of course.” The rather quiet pokewoman agreed.

Aine could tell that Aeronwen was unhappy with the idea. Every time she had looked at the other pokegirl she had frowned, clearly bothered by her, perhaps due to the opposing nature of bug and psychic types.

“No, I think it’s best if we head out now. Aeronwen really prefers the outdoors, and I want to take advantage of the good weather while it lasts.”

“That’s a shame. We haven’t had company in such a while.” Putting his hands in his pockets, the doctor commented, “I’m glad you found a ‘girl to your liking. Or that she found you. When you refused a starter, I was worried. But now I see that was unwarranted”

“I guess things work out. One pokegirl in two years isn’t that great a track record though.”

“Two.”

“I’m sorry?” Aine turned to the alaka-wham. “What do you mean?”

“You have a second pokeball.”

“Yes, but it’s empty.”

“No it’s not,” Carrie disputed. “I can sense a presence within it.”

Grabbing the pokeball from her belt, Aine scanned the device with her pokedex.

'Slimette, the sexy goo pokegirl... What the hell?'

“That look on you face seems to indicate Carrie is correct.”

Looking up at the doctor, Aine said in confusion, “We ran into some slimettes yesterday, but we didn’t catch any of them. The only one I threw a ball at, I missed.”

Chuckling a bit, the doctor mused, “It seems you got one regardless. Shall I inspect this one as well?”

Aine sent a questioning look up at Aeronwen. She looked back in silent curiosity, and shrugged.

“Okay then.” Aine sighed in trepidation. Activating the pokeball, she released the feral she had not known she had captured.

In a much smaller flash of red light, the pokegirl appeared. Or rather, a puddle of blue ooze appeared. The mass of goo shimmered for a moment before going completely still.

“Oh my. It seems the poor thing is knocked out.” Dr. Callahan crouched down next to the puddle.

“Will she be all right?” Aine leaned down next to him, concerned.

Seemingly in response to voices being spoken so near, the slime burbled a few bubbles of air.

“A spin in a healing cycle and she should be fine. Having such a gelatinous body, slimettes don’t need to worry about parasites.” Poking the pokegirl with his finger, he judged the languid reaction as the slime rippled and pulled away. “She just needs a bit of rest.”

“All right.” Aine pointed the ball at the goo and a capture beam instantly shot out and pulled the pokegirl back inside the little sphere. “Aeronwen, I think you better go in your pokeball too. We’re leaving soon.” In another beam of light the giant pokegirl disappeared.

As the trio walked back down the hallway towards the front of the pokecenter, Dr. Callahan was forced to ask a question of sincere curiosity. “What exactly were you doing that you didn’t notice you had captured a pokegirl?”

Aine shrugged her shoulders and did her best not to blush.


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The cobble stone street outside the pokecenter was free of neophyte tamers when Aine exited. Sounds of laughter and excitement drifted out from the open windows of the tavern across the street along with the smell of beer. Her eyes once again shielded by blue sunglasses, Aine turned away from the festive scene and trekked further into town in search of supplies.

Not far down the street were several well placed stores, carrying goods that catered specifically to tamers. Aine passed by these shops on the advice of her father. Samuel O’Brennan had not been a tamer in years, but he knew how the businesses worked in Siren Brook. The shops nearest the pokecenter uniformly charged more than those further off the beaten path. It was the cost of convenience, or so he had explained to Aine the night before she had left home.

As she entered the more populated area of town, Aine found the streets to be less peopled than she had thought they would be. A few shoppers browsing outdoor produce stalls, a few sailors heading undoubtedly towards their favorite pubs. A cat-eared pokegirl quietly swept the front stoop of a bakery. Relaxed by the quiet atmosphere, Aine stopped to buy a few pears from one of the booths. She took a bite out of one as she continued on her way and put the other three she had bought into her pack to save for Aeronwen. The dryder was turning out to be a very large mouth to feed.

'And now I have another one to provide for. Actually, I don’t think slimettes eat human food.'

Taking out her pokedex, Aine accessed the file on slimettes and quickly searched for the information on dietary requirements. Reading the facts twice over to make sure she had not misunderstood, Aine took a few more bites of the pear to put some moisture into her suddenly dry throat.

'Sex three times a day? Every day? How the heck am I supposed to get anything else done? And how exactly are these goo balls living on sexual fluids anyway…'

Walking around a group of children chattering away in front of an electronics store, Aine nearly choked on the fruit in her mouth. Jack Landon, one of the most persistently pig headed brutes Aine had ever known was casually leaning against a street lamp, talking and laughing with a couple of rough looking men. Short and muscular, his brown haired head only came up to the other two men’s shoulders.

Aine immediately turned and pretended to study the window display of the shop to her left. Watching the trio out of the corner of her eye, she could see Landon had not noticed her. Half turned away from her, she could hear him guffawing loudly at something the taller of the two shady looking men was saying. Aine cursed her luck to have run into the hairy miscreant here. If he saw her, she knew he would make a scene, calling attention to her and stirring up a crowd. Perhaps even challenging her to battle if he had somehow heard about her finally capturing a pokegirl. Letting Aeronwen out of the bag in front of a crowd was the last thing Aine wanted.

Deciding that standing not ten feet away from him indefinitely was not the best way to stay undetected, she turned around and walked towards an alleyway on the other side of the street. Landon and the two men remained focused on their conversation, not paying the least but attention to Aine as she disappeared from view down the side street. Walking at a brisk pace, Aine figured that there was just as much chance to find a good place to shop on the next street over as there was on the main road. And much less chance of running into Landon.

The alley was dark even in the middle of the day, lined by brick business buildings. A few nondescript doors provided back entrances to the shops, but the walls were devoid of windows. The way was empty of people and very quiet, which was why Aine instantly tensed when she heard footsteps following behind her. Hopeful of it being just a stranger seeking a shortcut and not Landon, Aine kept facing straight ahead. A sudden tug on her pack followed by a friendly voice made her jump.

“Afternoon, love! You look like you’re searching for a good bargain! Why don’t you step on over to Little Mickey’s Goods and Sundries shop!”

Aine turned to meet the face of a rather spindly looking man. Hair slicked back and teeth shinning white, he looked the part of the consummate sales man.

“How about it, eh?” The man continued with an alligator smile. “Right through this door and you’ll find every item a pretty young lady like yourself might want or need.”

“No, thank you.” Aine replied and made to keep waking the other way.

The oily salesman gripped onto her pack again to stop her from leaving. “Now now, we have a great assortment of brand new specialty pokeballs and if you buy one we’ll give you the second one half off! Now isn’t that a bargain?”

Pulling away with more force than was strictly necessary, Aine responded in no uncertain terms. “No. I appreciate the offer but I’m not interested.” She immediately strode away, doing her best to exude an air of reproach.

Behind her she heard the man stalk away, mumbling obscenities under his breath. Aine had little experience with shop keepers but she knew a crook when she saw one.

As soon as she left the ally way Aine found a very simple supply store with everything she needed in it. Using up a sizable portion of her savings, Aine purchased a weather resistant green coat, a bag full of rations, a larger canteen, extra medical supplies and a pack of six pokeballs. She also bought a large roll of dark blue cotton material. Stuffing everything as best she could into her straining backpack, Aine made her way out of Siren Brook.

By the time she was far enough from the town for it to be safe to let Aeronwen out of her ball, the sun was halfway towards setting. The area south of the town had far less vegetation than the north, mostly fields with nothing growing in it taller than a bush. Wild Kattle roamed everywhere, providing an ample food source for ferals. This greatly reduced the chances of attack for travelers. The general feeling of calm that pervaded the green land put Aine in a much better mood than when she had been in the town.

Finding a level spot of ground some distance from the road, Aine placed her supplies on the grass and released Aeronwen. The pokegirl instantly grabbed Aine up in a crushing bear hug, squeezing the breath out of her.

“Ohmph!” Aine wheezed. “What’s this about?” She managed to ask.

Aeronwen let up the pressure and brought her tamer up for an impassioned kiss. Several minutes later when they came up for air the dryder answered Aine’s question with a frown.

“I do not like her.”

“Who?”

“The woman.”

“You mean Carrie? She’s not so bad.”

At that Aeronwen just growled.

“Okay, so she’s creepy. That doesn’t mean she’s bad.” Wrapping her arms around Aeronwen’s neck, Aine pulled her closer to lay kisses across her face. “Besides, we have someone else to talk about. Don’t you want to meet our first catch?”

Completely straight faced, Aeronwen asked, “Can we tame her?”

Shaking her head at the pokegirl’s change of mind from yesterday concerning sharing Aine in bed, she responded, “Yes, that is the idea.”

Taking a moment to set up camp with a fire and to eat a quick dinner, the tamer idly rolled the pokeball in her hands. Sex with Aeronwen was such a passionate affair, a desire so strong all thoughts of self consciousness went right out the window. Now, with this strange pokegirl, it was something completely different. She knew intellectually that it was nothing she should be worried about, pokegirls wanted to be tamed. It wasn’t as though she was trying to seduce anyone. Still, the pressure she felt to perform was making her very anxious.

Aeronwen on the other hand was calm and relaxed, chewing on the last pear. Sex was her element, her comfort zone. Sitting next to Aine on the ground, her legs provided Aine a back rest as they faced the fire. Completely at ease, dryder stroked her pincer up and down her tamer’s back. Patience was no issue with Aeronwen.

Still struggling with the butterflies in her stomach, Aine decided she had stalled long enough. Standing up, she declared, “All right. Let’s meet her, shall we?”

The release beam’s red light lit up the dark sky. As it faded away, a small blue girl was left in its wake. Only five feet tall and the color of a blueberry, the slightly transparent pokegirl shifted back and forth between her feet. Facing away from Aine and Aeronwen, the slimette swung her head back and forth, looking around with a confused smile on her face.

Taking the initiative, Aeronwen reached forward and poked the slimette with a claw. As the pokegirl turned and faced them, true to the breed her smile never left her face. The look in her eyes, however, was anything but happy. Clearly she remembered the dryder. Schlooping down into a puddle of goo, the pokegirl cowered pitifully.

Attempting to smooth things over, Aine stepped in closer to the puddle of pokegirl and spoke softly to her.

“It’s all right. We aren’t going to hurt you. I’m Aine” She gestured over her shoulder, “and this is Aeronwen.” Kneeling down and holding out her hand, Aine smiled nervously. “It’s nice to meet you.”

The slimette made no sign of understanding anything she had said. It struck Aine as fairly comical; her reaching out to a head just barely popping out of a puddle, like some kind of mythical nymph, while a giant loomed over them both. Almost like some strange fairytale. Making no progress by just sitting there, Aine stood up.

Or at least she tried to, as the slimette chose that moment to lunge forward and tackle her to the ground.

Unhurt by the unexpected move, Aine did her best not to struggle as the pokegirl wrapped herself around her. The slimette’s body was surprisingly firm, a solid weight on top of her. Her smiling face hovered over Aine’s, dark eyes locked with her glowing ones.

Not entirely certain what she should do next, Aine took the easiest route and pressed her lips to the slimette’s. Soft and moist, the pokegirl eagerly responded. Her tongue slipped into the tamers mouth, exploring every inch, dancing across her tongue.

Aine ran her hand down the pokegirl’s back, the other through her hair. The hair really was a marvel, a solid bob that looked like the rest of her body, yet it split into thick individual hairs as soon as she touched it. Contrary to her experience the day before, the slimette actually felt quite dry, if cool and rubbery. Stroking her hand along the smooth skin, she contemplated how best to proceed after the kiss.

That problem was solved for her when Aeronwen removed her pants in one swift motion. The dryder wasted no time in wrapping her lips around Aine’s erection. At the same time the slimette squealed into her mouth. Aeronwen was very effectively multitasking, teasing the blue girl’s folds with her hand bobbing up and down her dick with a steady rhythm.

Quickly growing to full mast, Aine deepened her kiss with the blue girl as she writhed and squirmed on top of her, their breasts pressing together. Wrapping her arms tightly around the slimette, she moaned as she felt Aeronwen angle her cock into the well lubricated sex of the pokegirl. Aine thrust herself upwards into the slippery tightness as far as she could go, jolting the girl on top of her into a fit of convulsions. As she began to move slowly in and out she felt Aeronwen’s tongue licking her and the pokegirl where they joined.

Minutes or hours passed with little change, but time hardly mattered to any of them. Feeling the heat building in her loins, Aine sought to distract herself from her own pleasure in order to last as long as possible. Rolling herself and the pokegirl over, she moved into a kneeling position that allowed her more control over her thrusts. From behind her strong hands lifted her shirt over her head and began fondling her chest. A soft pair of lips kissed and sucked their way across her neck and back, making her heart beat faster and her eyes flutter. Hands gripped tightly around the slimette’s waist, she leaned back into Aeronwen’s erotic embrace.

Opening her eyes to see how her new pokegirl was doing, Aine nearly lost herself right then and there. Back arched high, shoulders on the ground with hips in the air. The slimette’s eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy, mouth opened wide in silent screams. Looking down at where their two bodies connected, Aine was truly able to comprehend the size difference between them. Her straining dick dwarfed the slime girl’s pussy. Sliding in and out, she could see her erection through the pokegirl, her transparent flesh adding a strange new thrill to the act. Holding herself still inside the feral for a moment, it looked to her as though her cock was solely responsible for holding the girl’s body aloft; the long thick muscle reached halfway up to the slimette’s chest.

Resuming her thrusts, Aine forgot all about lasting longer. It clearly was not necessary, and her own body was screaming for release. With each second her movements became more frantic, her actions rougher. Her whole focus became the pleasurable feelings coming from her organ, everything else left conscious thought.

Suddenly her orgasm struck her, the cum streaming from her dick in thick jets straight into the slimette. The pearly fluid streamed through and into the gelatinous flesh like milk in water, diluting the pokegirls abdomen from blue to grey.

As Aine shivered and convulsed, the slimette rode out her own mind bending orgasm in waves. She shuddered and shook even worse than Aine, lost in pleasure and wracked with laughter. Her silence had turned to giggles, the joy of taming bubbling through her and expressing itself in the only way it could.

As Aine came down from her high she became aware of the firm arms wrapped around her. Still breathing hard from the experience, she languidly stroked the dryder’s hand. Leaning backwards she met Aeronwen’s mouth with her own and brushed her tongue against her lips, asking and receiving admittance. The kiss was slow and burned like fire, rekindling the flame of passion in Aine’s tired body.

Breaking the kiss, she looked down at the once again silent slimette. The now tamed feral had been unable to remain conscious and was lost in slumber, ever present smile splitting her face even in her sleep.

“I think that went well,” Aine whispered into Aeronwen’s grey ear. “Right?”

With a playful growl in her deep voice, Aeronwen replied, “Not done yet.”

Hands moving downwards, the dryder took Aine’s still hard cock in hand and removed it from the unconscious pokegirls pussy and began stroking it up and down. At the same time her other hand found its way to Aine’s own dripping slit.

“My turn.”

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Author's Notes

And here is the third, decidedly long, chapter. This is the last of my prewritten chapters, so expect a delay before the forth comes out. Not too long, but not tomorrow.

To my reviewers (Plural!):

Pokeprof: I am very glad you approve of my writing style. I'm always so very nervous that I'm not making my imagery clear enough. I'm sure you're being too hard on yourself concerning you writing. I actually remember reading some of your work some time ago and I enjoyed it. I will be sure to review it now that I have an account here. Also, I am honored at the thought of my ideas affecting change in the official pokedex. Let me know if that goes anywhere!

Snidne: I am so very glad you are enjoying the story. And no, you are not a bad reviewer. Only those who have a thought and don't review are bad reviewers. That you voiced your opinion is exactly the purpose of the review button.

Well, until next time, enjoy the weather while it lasts.

See ya.