It was a cool, sunny day in the small suburban town of Rattleback. The sun beamed down strong but the wind kept the heat from being too oppressive for comfort. The trees swayed back and forth peacefully in the breeze, singing songs to the glory of what had been the first beautiful day since winter had come to an end in the temperate, southern town. Winter had never been a big deal. But to the people of Rattleback, this last winter of killer. Usually the winter cold never broke around 30 degrees, but the last low of the season was nearly ten below, enough to kill crops and the like. But now all the cold was long gone, now only the spring breeze remained. And it was enough to make me want to cry.
I sat back in a lawn chair in by back yard, staring out at the forest just behind my house. I hadn't been this lazy in a while, even with the winter cold putting everyone in the house down. I was shoveling snow for weeks on end, waking up every morning to a new layer of powder in the driveway. But now it was me, the wind, an a relaxing glass of lemonade as I watched the weather change. My parent's had given my my own guest house in town and called regularly to check in on me. I guess in a weird way I was a trust fund kid, but that wasn't my fault. I worked hard to keep the bills paid, I worked from home as a customer service line worker, taking calls from people in need of help with their PCs, mostly people who'd forgotten their login information or simply didn't know the new layout on the PC at their local Pokecenter.
I sipped my drink, something I'd hand squeezed and honestly enjoyed way more than I should have. But what was better than the drink in my hand was the Medicham doing yoga on a toil just in front of me. Yes, the best of nature's fruits was truly mine. Amy. She was the cutest thing ever in my eyes, absolutely irresistible and the greatest companion I'd ever known. One day they had stumbled pout of the woods as a Meditite, bruised and broken. I barely had enough time to rush to them with a hyper spray from the bathroom medicine cabinet. By the time I was done, they were stable enough to carry down to the local Pokecenter to get them healed. The nurses all said they were lucky to make it alive, but Dr. Joy managed to help her pull through. But that was back before I moved out on my parent's home. That was three years and countless battles ago.
I had been a trainer of sorts for a while, got my Trainer ID registered and went gym-running with Amy, working her up from this fragile thing to a powerful psychic menace on the battle field. I managed to snag four badges and enough winnings to keep the lights and water on for a while, but for the last year, things had been real sluggish. The winter weather brought in a whole new wave of kid trainers with their new imported ice types that their parents bought off of god knows which back-alley markets. And that had definitely put Amy into a real mood. She'd been kind of pent up and liable to snap at me on worse days, and then other days she might spend all day in bed, trying to fight off the cold with her own brand of frigid temperament. It was agony to watch my favorite girl go through that sort of thing, even the others on my team wouldn't want be around her for very long. It got to the point where I had to send most of them off to storage or the daycare for a few weeks.
But it seemed the change in weather had put some serious calm into her, really cooling her fiery spirits. I was happy to just see her outside, active, and more than everything, calm. Dealing with a psychic type could be pretty hard, especially one with such an adamant nature. Something about her graceful movements, those closed eyes that could still very well see around her clearly through manners of ESP, those puckered lips. She was so...beautiful.
I shook my head suddenly at the thought of calling her that, she was certainly a magnificent creature but beautiful? I don't know, I just truly don't know how to feel about that. It felt strange, but I knew that I definitely couldn't take that back from myself. I wasn't worried she'd heard my thoughts either, I was pretty clear with her how I felt about having my ind read without knowing. She understood that much, it wasn't like it were some form of rape, but it was definitely a bit intimate to say the least, very...violating in a way. But if she hadn't been eavesdropping during her posing and swaying on the towel mat, her timing had to have been the worst in the entire region. Her closed eyes slipped open and she looked back at me as she turned around to face the woods in the out back of the yard. Then slowly she bent forward, hands outstretched up from her slender upper body. Her hands arched from directly pointing up, curving through the air to touch at her toes as she flexed and stretched her back and legs. It was hard to admit by that point that I was staring at her still, but I couldn't deny how glued my eyes had been to her. It was hard to explain, but I found myself passively beginning to anthropomorphize the yogi-ESPer.
Amy had the usual shape of her kind, the wide hips and slender, almost breast-less upper body and the buxom, curvy bottom. But something about her was different, at leas to me. Maybe all the details most people passed over on a Medicham were sticking out to me because they were her's, but still I couldn't help but note them. The way her hips and rear rolled and bulged in a soft, jiggly fashion which reminded me of so many athletic magazine models which haunted some of my more personal dreams. Her lush lips and the every wrinkle and lush curve that they had. Even her dark colored eyes were extra vibrant to me in a way I'm sure nobody else would see. But I saw them all. And maybe that was a bad thing as it took me a second to realize that Amy had stayed in that position long after she was supposed to come back up. And then it hit me that she was looking at me from between the baggy pants on her her thick legs. When I locked eyes with her, I froze and cringed with embarrassment before staring away in what I could only hope was one fluid, curving motion of the eyes. But I was certain it was a sudden staring and then a jerk to the left. I was staring at the grass for a few seconds before she stood up and walked over to me in the light of day, reaching down to a small stereo next to my lawn chair to shut off some of the dull, almost negligible sitar music that had been softly playing to Amy's yoga session. I tried to keep my eyes busy with counting blades of grass, but I was just so embarrassed by my own newly found habit of poke-perving my longtime companion that I couldn't hide the gradually building hot flush that reddened my face.
"Jake..." Spoke the soft voice of the Medicham in my mind. "...are you alright?"
I knew her well enough to know that she had to have been toying with me, even if I could tell from the tone of her silent words that she obviously was more playful than angry about catching me. But I was too stone sobered by the situation to really answer, so I just pretended to rub my eyes tiredly, hiding my face for a few brief moments with my hand before looking to her, breathing to try and cool off.
"Y-yeah, totally fine. You? Feeling better or...?" I asked, trailing off to try and force her to fill in the silence left behind by my cracking, shaky voice. I was a nervous mess over nothing! Well, not that Amy was nothing to me...
"You look like you're running a fever, are you sure you're fine? Was there something wrong with that drink?" She asked, a clearly putting on a coy tone as she leaned in close to me. Her pink, hair-like head tails hung at either side of my face as I turned to look at her more dead on.
"I'll be fine, what's your problem? God, what do you want?" I asked, getting defensive, I just wanted her to give me some breathing room but she was getting so...close...
She and I had been this intimately close before, but I could feel what she was feeling as she spoke into my mind, at least what was on the surface levels of her mind. And she could no doubt feel the same from me. This was very, very different. She was... she was predatory in a way I couldn't explain. it was alluring, hypnotic even. And yet... scary? I couldn't put my finger on it, but it was making my stir and squirm in my seat like a maniac. She was on me like a Munchlax on a lunch break and it was getting a bit too much to handle.
"What...what are you doing?" I asked, staring deep into Amy's eyes as she stared back into mine. In my eyes was no doubt a nervousness I couldn't sum up in proper words at the time. "This is..." Her hand came to my face, a single broad, white finger silencing me as she put it to my lips.
"I know you were checking me out, Jake." She said, dropping her coy tone for a more serious, almost accusatory one. I was stunned, I didn't know what to say, I was beyond caught, I was probably int he hottest water imaginable. Despite the cool-ish weather, I was suddenly sweating under the sunlight and under the pressure being put on me by the flexible psychic type.
"I didn't mean to! I mean, I wasn't trying to, I just...I just looked for a second and I got distracted for a moment and...and..." I stammered helplessly, almost smiling with nervousness as Amy stared me down with her own cocky, sassy little smirk forming on that round, pale faced. She grabbed my face playfully and with a faux stern tone she spoke again.
"Jake." She said, backing off of me at last, giving me room to breath a sign of relief. "Go take a bath and cool it, alright?" She spoke into my mind before moving back to the yoga towel to pack it up.
I didn't need to be told twice, but I made sure to wait until Amy turned away from me to get up. I rushed inside immediately as I realized that I wasn't just wriggling around out of nervousness, but out of pent frustration. I covered my groin to hide a small tent in my jeans as I ran through the house and upstairs to the big bathroom. I slammed the door behind me and I was almost certain i could hair the faint internal laughter of my Medicham as I ran inside the house. But now, alone in the bathroom with the small hot tub, I felt a bit more relieved. But the tightness in my groin wasn't going away just yet. I moved to the sink and braked my hands to either side of the long counter, looking myself over in the mirror as I tried to just meditate on myself, trying anything to calm down.
I tried everything I could think of as I stared repeatedly into my own steely blue eyes. The squarish curve of my jaw flexed as I gritted my teeth occasionally, running a hand through my now sweaty, short black hair. I wiped my face and looked down to the half-downed tent in my jeans before looking to the tub. It didn't sound like too bad of an ides to just slip into the tub and take a quick, relaxing bath. I reached down and started up the jets before stripping down and stepping in front of the mirror to idly poke at myself around the torso, conscious about my body after...all that in the back yard. Was she really just messing with me or was there something there? I wasn't sure, but I could have sworn that in the moment I sensed something deeper in her emotions but...maybe it was just me feeling thing that weren't there.
Either way, I couldn't keep meandering about what happened with a problem persisting downstairs like this. I had to get into the water to at least cover myself before Amy walked in with some clothes, I figure she'd notice I hadn't gone to the bedroom to grab any, she' probably come in just to mock me some more. She had such a smart-ass streak to her when she wasn't depressed, so maybe this was just her way of catching up on some missed mocking. But I still couldn't complain if she was feeling better than she had been. Maybe this meant I could bring a few of the team home at last, let them run around the yard again.
I turned and stepped into the tub, feeling the jets and bubbles massaging my body and almost immediately making me want to melt into the warm waters. It was almost as good to be in the tub as it was to be out in the yard, at least it was after being teased half to death. Oh well, I guess it had been nice while it lasted outside. I stayed in the tub, numbed to almost everything outside of the bubbling, rushing sounds around me. I didn't even try to soap up, I just laid there, still as could be, melding with the tub itself in a manner of speaking. But then I heard the sounds of the sliding glass door to the back yard sliding closed after being open all day. Then the faint sound of footsteps moving up the stairs and down the hall to my room. I was hoping I might have a little more time to cool off but it seemed Amy was back in for the moment, getting things together just as expected. At least she cared enough to?
I sand down into the waters and quickly poured some shampoo in to foam up the bath, I at least needed to hide what little image could be seen through the warped, churning waters. But before the water could fog up to much, the door to the bathroom clicked and then slowly creaked open, giving way to Amy as she walked in without my clothes at all. I had no idea what she was doing, but it occurred to me after a moment that maybe she wanted to talk? But about what? I was too speechless to really think to say anything entirely coherent. I was almost panicked.
"A-Amy, what's up? I'll be fine in here alone!" I said as she stepped in, wearing one of my favorite tank tops, though one of the straps hung off her narrow shoulders while the other clung on. She didn't answer me until the door was closed behind her, but when she clicked the push button lock on the inside of the door, my heart sank a little. "Uh...Amy? D-dude?"
Amy gave me a strange, intense look. It wasn't a very energetic expression, it was rather half lidded by incredibly focused. It was a sort of intense look which conveyed not tension or stress by rather an extreme sense of...tunnel vision? It was like I was all she could bare to look at, like she didn't want to look away from me. Like i was a dangerous animal, or maybe some kind of train crash. Like if she looked away, I might lash out at her. Like she might be hurt by looking away. I fell quiet, unsure what to do as I sat chin deep in suds and water. She reached over and dimmed the lights with the nob next to the sink counter. Then, slowly, Amy moved forward, timidly stepping towards the tub with anxious determination in her movement. Her hands rose from her sides and then stopped for a second before continuing to the hem of her shirt. She grabbed the bottom of it and then in one motion she slipped it up her body and off her shoulders. It wasn't as if she had any particularly distinct breasts, but it seemed like she put on the shirt just so she could strip it off...for me. I froze as I immediately realized what she had to be doing. She was stripping for me, like, actually for ME. And I wasn't ballsy enough to speak up and stop her. It was an awkward thing to watch, but the fact that she was staring me down kept me from even wanting to stop her.
Amy flicked the tank to the ground and shook out her head bits as if they were actual hair, another faux motion in her little stripping show but one that wasn't entirely unlike her to do. She did adopt a lot of human gestures, and maybe that helped this from being far stranger than it might have seemed from the outside looking in. But that didn't matter now that it was she and I face to face. She moved her hands down her sides to her hips and hooker her thumbs in the strange, baggy pink pants her species seemed to wear as sort of a separate part of their body. She slowly began to slide them down off of her hips and down her thighs to show off her true legs underneath. With the pants off, I could see her fully in the dim bathroom light, my eyes wide and wild. Her thighs were inhumanly thick and muscular, padded by a thick layer of fat. And her calves, being shorter than they would on normal, humans legs, were shapely and soft looking as well. Her featureless little feet seemed like troopers to me for being able to hold her up, but being a Pokemon, I guess eons of evolution made her just as strong as she was strangely sexy. Her hips were wide as well, though her baggy, pink pants made them look far broader than they actually were in actuality. Though we lived together, this had been the first time I'd ever actually seen her pants-less. Now I could see that her hips pitted down into her groin, forming a plump v-shaped root to her groin where she had a plump mound and two barely visible labia like those of a human woman. All if it seemed hairless, but at this point I couldn't tell if that were a factor of her species or because she had at some point began to trim whatever fur would grow in such a spot.
I stared and almost wanted to sink into the tub enough to just drown and escape the sudden rush of emotions and sexual tension which had flooded my body and reignited the entire fiasco that was going on in my pants earlier, though now the only thing that hid my arousal for my companion were the bubbles on the surface of the tub. Amy moved forward a few more steps and turned to sit on the edge of the tub, lifting one of her legs to prop it up along the edge like a ballerina stretching along a rail before a dance. Her pose showed off more of her than before, accentuating her now visible, white rear to me as it squished against the rim of the round hot tub. Her ass was unbelievably full and round, and it was enough to make even a breast-man like me swallow and blush with a shudder of excitement. For a second I almost felt sick about how exhilarating the whole ordeal had become. There was a major glint of guilt in me for looking at my Pokemon like this, but that was to say that I didn't want to take advantage of her. Even if she held all the power in the situation, I knew that I had always been taught that this sort of thing was inherently wrong. Maybe the laws against it were nebulous and unspoken, but I knew that this wasn't the status quo for most trainers. Not that I had ever wondered very hard about that, but I had always assumed this was something that people either didn't think about or frowned upon. And yet here I was, ogling the ass of a Medicham like I wanted to smother under it like some kind of creepy perv. Then her voice rang out in my head at last.
"Mind if I... join you~?" Her tone was laden with sexuality and sensuous undertones. I didn't answer her for the longest time, but by this point, she didn't have to be psychic to know that I was on the verge of saying yes, even if my voice didn't want to cooperate with me.
With a shrug, Amy slipped her leg into the waters of the hot tub and then turned to put her other leg in. Facing me now with her legs apart, I could see the almost featureless white crevice of her womanhood as she sat back, thighs apart as she stared me down again. But I only had a moment to admire the view as she slipped her waist into the water first and then followed with her upper body into the waters. Then she just sat there, seeming to bask in the warm sensation of the massaging jets and bubbles as I had myself, though she made such a sensual spectacle of her whole experience. She moaned and stretched, arching her back to show off the mild existence of breast-like mounds on her small chest, her narrowed eyes gazing at me to gauge my reaction as I kept staring at her, sitting up out of the water a little as I felt less of a need to hide myself. Then she slipped down into the waters deeper, moving her thick rear down the steps around the edge until she was sitting on the bottom of the top with me. And once we were eye to eye, she simply leaned back and relaxed, her legs stretching out along the bottom of the tub to rest across my own. Her skin was, as expected, very smooth and soft. It felt incredible in the moment, all of my senses had become electrifying and very amplified by the experience and the contact was driving me a little crazy inside.
"Are you..." I tried to speak carefully, trying not to sound so intimidated. I wasn't sure where this would go, but I knew where Amy expected this situation to go. And I didn't want to hurt her, and I wasn't sure I was even going to consider turning her down by this point, even if I knew I probably should. "Amy, what's going on?"
She looked at me with a bit of an annoyed look, we both knew what was going on. And we both knew what we wanted, or rather, Amy knew very well what she wanted. But I couldn't discern what exactly I wanted. I just knew that I wanted Her. I wanted her more than anything. Amy blew me off with a 'pffsh" and rolled her eyes.
"You're such a nerd, Jake..." She said. She seemed almost like she was going to giggle about it, despite her clearly annoyed outer attitude.
Shaking her head, she sat up in the water, the moisture dripping and rolling off of her curves as she moved forwards in the water and suddenly dropped her weight onto my thighs, sitting just a few inches from my groin and almost crushing the raging hard-on I'd been sporting the entire time we shared the bath. With her on me, my face flushed heavily again, burning red even in the hot, humid air of the back. Her plump, thick thighs felt like heaven against my own muscled legs. I instinctively moved my hands to her hips and Amy moved her arms to wrap them over my shoulders. As she came face to face with me, the facade finally broke away and she began to blush a little, looking away and brushing back one of her head tails like a lock of hair before looking back to me nervously with a sideways glance. For a moment, her weakness gave me confidence, strength even. Seeing her finally acting a bit vulnerable made me feel safer, like I was finally with the real Amy after weeks of being with some depressive impostor. I reached up slowly and grabbed her round little chin, turning her face back to me and thumbing gently over her plush, pink lips. I felt the hairs on my body responding to every movement I made. Hairs rose on end, my heart pounded, and my vision pulsed as the very pressure behind my eyes increased from the adrenaline in my veins. I leaned in and mashed my lips to hers at last.
Amy almost recoiled in surprised, tensing up and eyes widening into saucers, spotlights that shined into my own eyes as I kissed her right on the lips. She then quickly melted against me, knowing that this is what she wanted all along. She wanted me like I knew I had wanted her. And now she had me. She had me hooked like a damn worm. Her arms wrapped tighter around the back of my neck and she pulled me in tightly, holding me into the kiss as she began tilting her head and moving her lips against mine to suck and press against my own mouth. I moved my hands from her hips to her big, round ass and groped it as I was suddenly launched out of the driver seat and put into the passenger seat by my own libido. My hands kneaded and spread her cheeks and every grabbing press my fingers made into her soft, malleable flesh made her moan into my lips. She slide forward on my thighs slowly and began to sandwich my hard member against my own stomach with her mound. Pressed to my gut, the underside of my cock was forced between her lower lips and I could feel a sort of clit nudging against my girth, grinding on the belly of my cock as she began humping against me softly while we passionately kissed like lovers. We kissed hard and sloppy until neither of us could hold our breaths and when we pulled back from each other for breath, Amy leaned back in to surprise me mid gasp with a deep french kiss, her tongue slipping over mine. Her mouth was so soft and warm that it was hard to believe she wasn't human. Our tongues wrestled and slithered together sensually, bathing each other in the taste of our mouths. She savored each other like fine treats, lavishing one another's mouths.
Amy held my head and pulled back slowly, a small string of spit connecting our lips for a split second, our furious make outs proving a bit more intense and even messy than we expected. The breaking of the string made us giggle at one another childishly. We cackled to ourselves until we were out of breath, it was a genuine relief to finally let go of so much tension we didn't even know was there. It didn't matter at that point that I'd known her from an early level and it didn't matter that we weren't the same species. We were here with one another, for each other. But we didn't let that distract us for too long from our needs, our passions for one another. Again, Amy began to grind into me again, looking a bit desperately at me, gnawing her thick bottom lip as she tried to get any kind of stimulation from me that she could, and to be honest, I wasn't going to stop her. it felt so, so good. She was wet and slipper and soft to the touch as her upper slide ground along my shaft. But I knew I wanted me and she needed that much more as well. I grabbed her hips to try and stop her, but it was no use. I simply had to push her off of me slowly as I leaned forward a bit to re-angle my member at her slit. She realized what I was doing and quickly lifted up off of my thighs, reaching beneath the water to grab my cock and press the tip to her slit.
Amy groaned out loud, her little "Cham...cham..." sounds were contrasted against the psychic voice in my head, the nebulous psychic essence of feminine lamentations ringing out in my mind. I could hear every sound she wanted to make for me playing out loudly in my brain as she began grinding my tip back and forth in her slit, trying to get it wet enough with her lubrication to go in even with the water surrounding us washing it away. But I'm just enthralled by the feeling of her hot slit swishing back and forth along the head of my length. But that didn't last for very long, suddenly I'm jolted into nearing a premature orgasm. I almost explode from the pleasure of slipping into the first inch or two of Amy's tight folds, my length finding glory in her entrance and then slowly sliding further into her hole as she let out a long, long breath of exhilaration and lust.
As she reached the base of my cock, the bubbles began to clear and I could see our bodies flesh to one another, warped repeatedly by the rushing water from the jets. And, for a second, I could swear her ass and thighs were tensed up enough to force her bulging muscles to outline through the chubbiness of her legs. Her hole gripped and writhed on my cock, wringing it out like a constricting Arbok wringing the life out of it's prey. Her hands clutched at my shoulders as she began to immediately ride up and down my length with long, slow, gradual motions which came with an uncanny rhythm. Her ass shook and bounced in the waters, threatening to make it all overflow and splash out of the tub, but I didn't care if we made a mess. it was like heaven inside of her. Her gripping, milking walls massaged me like no jets or hands could. I'd only done something like this once before, but this beat everything else I'd ever done. I held on for dear life as Amy sped up, moaning out louder as she took me for the joy ride of my life.
Our sounds of sensual lamentation filled the room, echoing between the sounds of rushing water and the bathroom vent. I cried out her name over and over again as she rode me passionately. I held tightly onto her ass with one hand and the other slipped upward along the curvy Pokemon's curves, cupping to the slight featureless mounds of her chest. I held onto the plush spots on her body as she kept picking up pace, getting more and more aggressive with each bounce until it felt like my pelvis might shatter under the beating it was taking from her vigorous cock riding. Her tight depths wrung my cock up and down still and it was all becoming too much. I could feel the muscles in Amy's entire body rippling from the excitement and the building pleasure and I could tell she was holding back from a release she needed. But at the same time I knew I wasn't going to last much longer either. As her body rocked against mine, I could feel pressure building in my balls and groin.
I leaned down and began nibbling and sucking hungrily at Amy's moist, pale neck, sucking the flesh until it marked lightly, lightly enough to keep the marks from staying for too long after we'd finished. But as I plunged deep into her tunnel, hammering up against the 'Mon's cervix, I could feel her losing control. I could hear her in my mind again, her cries becoming sharp and loud, clearer than before. I thrust my hips up to meet Amy's bounces, moving both my hands back to her hips to help me keep rhythm with her until at last I could feel my member throbbing with stimulation shortly before the pleasure overflowed into my entire body.
"I'm...f-fuck..." I cried out loud, unable to warn her. But she understood all too well just what was happening.
The sensation of my cum spurting out deep inside of her walls sent her over the edge and she held onto me tightly as she rode me, milking every drop out of me she could.
"Me too, Jake!" She screamed into my mind, her inner voice loud enough to make my head buzz and my vision blur.
As she came, gripping me tightly and crying out loud in her incoherent, repetitive tongues, the waves of pleasure cascading across my body intensified as if she and I were suddenly sharing the same orgasmic sensations through some sort of link. It es an ecstatic experience beyond comparison. It was a moment I could only describe as intimately bonding in a way I couldn't possibly explain outside of that very moment. It were as if our very souls and minds were for a brief moment a single, solitary entity. She held me close as she became so enraptured in pleasure that she couldn't keep moving. She just held herself down on my girth and let our fluids mix into the bath water until our orgasms ran their course and faded enough for us to relax and move around again.
Amy leaned back off of me after a while, the waters filling the space between us as she looked into my eyes, now not with intense focus but with unbridled passion and longing.
"I love you, Jake. So, so much. I can't... I'm so sorry!" She said into my mind, her eyes filling with tears as she began to gently break down into sobbing. I held her close to me, pulling her back in as she cried. "I've been so terrible...I just couldn't handle how I felt...how I felt for YOU! I just love you so much..."
"It's fine, Amy. I know it's been hard since we stopped battling. I know it's what he had, but now we have this! We have something even more special than the training and the gyms." I told her, trying to assure my curvy little lover. "We're...we're going to be like this for a very, very long time, understand? I promise..."
"But this is messed up, isn't it? Do you really think this is okay? What about the others? And what if someone finds out? What if the team finds out?" She asked, blubbering and almost falling into incoherent rambling about all the factors we'd face. "Jake, what if we find other people? Like you a person and me another Medicham?"
"Amy, who in their right mind would date me?" I asked with a pretty hearty chuckle over the idea of dating a human girl. "And what Pokemon would ever want to have me like this? I'm out of shape and all weird looking. I gotta big nose and a big forehead, my hair's always oily and knotted, I've got that one scar on my-"
Amy put a finger to my lips again and shook head head with a small smile, it seemed all the ramblings I did at least take her out of hysterics. But all it did was help me reassure myself that I wasn't getting snatched up by some human chick any time soon.
"Well..." She began. "There are perhaps a-a couple of girls on the team who...told me they'd do it when I talked about this...with them."
"What?" I asked, puzzled.
"You're not mad that I told anyone how I felt, are you? I didn't mean for things to go like this, I just really needed to see if I could and now that I have...yeah..." She said, quickly trying to justify herself.
I shook my head. "Don't worry, I'm not mad, it's just a surprise is all. I didn't think even one girl, human or not, would be like this with me. Huh, I guess sometimes it just is that way, right? Ugh, I'm such a dumbass. I mean...are you sure they meant it like that?" I asked, I couldn't believe any of Amy's team mates would even consider me that way. I barely believe Amy could consider me like that until today. And this had all been such a rapid escalation of events.
"Well...yes...and some boys too, maybe. Ha...haha...haaa..." She said and chuckled weakly, looking away for a second as I sat there, rubbing the back of my neck at the idea.
It wasn't that I was considering anything with my other party members, but that last bit did ad a bit of an extra surprising touch to the entire poke-fucker fiasco that had just become my life. Apparently, I just had a Pokemon magnetism about me that even reached males. Not that I was a straight arrow. but this was something else. But I didn't want to dwell on that, we had to get cleaned off and get out quick. And we did, we rushed to get out of the hot tub and get dressed, basically racing down the hall to get changed into some fresh clothes, Amy materializing her pants back onto her body, fresh and new as if it were a move like Bone Toss where she could just summon up the pants as a sort of object. I, however, had to gab my tank top and stretch it down over my groin to cover myself until I was in my room and could throw on a pair of black trunks. But once dressed, I tossed Amy a shirt, a loose fitting t-shirt. It was my little token of kindness to who I hoped was truly my loving companion above all others.
After a while, though, we did settle down as the night rolled in, making a quick microwave dinner course out of stuff in the fridge and huddling down in front of a movie we'd already seen. We talked for a good, long time. We talked about a lot. Mostly it was pussyfooting around the topic of "us" but I didn't know how to approach it, so the only one of us who really had an idea of what we were was her. But after those sweet "I Love YOU"s in the bath, there was no denying that were were SOMETHING. And that honestly made me gush inside. But then came some questions about how Us was going to be. The two of us sat huddled up on my wide bed, watching a movie on the tv across the room from us in the dark. We'd ended up bonding pretty quickly after our interaction, getting close and comfy after a bout of fun like that. And to an extent, I was almost hoping we'd do more that very same night. But still, I felt we had to talk some things out, ask the real important questions.
"So...Amy?" I began, almost a bit timidly. She looked to me from the movie on screen, some action movie about Pokemon rangers on the prowl in poacher territory. "What if the others really want to do that...with me?" I asked.
Amy almost didn't know how to reply, but she seemed almost to calm about it, seeming more confused than jealous or worried about the question. I guess me and the party were more like family than friends, so maybe it wasn't as if she had to worry about losing me to another of the team. But she didn't take all too long to answer me at all. She looked back up to me with that usual sassy smirk.
"Guess We'll have to get used to sharing, then, huh?" She said, reaching over to teasingly grab my crotch and give it a quick squeeze.
I was shocked, though. That was far from the answer I was expecting to get. Then again, it had to be somewhat shocking that I was already thinking about something like that at all. Maybe I was just a big overexcited from what we did, but it didn't matter. I knew now that she was pretty serious about keeping me, even if she almost ddn't care that the others got some kind of sensual intimacy with me too. But I couldn't even believe I was thinking about doing it with another Pokemon. Even if it WERE one I'd trained and grown up with. It just seemed so perverse and yet...I was starting to believe that I was more into Pokemon than humans by this point off of one single experience. But then I realized after a moment that despite not having said anything in a while, Amy was still looking up to me, listening to me ramble in my mind. And I realized she knew exactly what I had been thinking for the last few moments. And when I realized that, she snapped away, looking worried for a second.
"OH god, I'm sorry, I didn't think I was eavesdropping, I just started listening in by accident." She said, trying to cover her ass. But again, I though she was just overreacting a bit.
"It's really no big deal, if it were me, I'd be doing the same all the time, aha. I know you would't do that to me on purpose...but...you know now, right?" I said, seeing a sort of opportunity in the slip up. "Do you think I'm just overthinking it? I mean, going with the flow and doing what feels right got us where we are now, right?"
"I think that...we can definitely figure this out the fun way. If you want. " She said, turning more towards me as we sat in bed. "Like...well... I think that if I let you-er...if I helped you to get with another Pokemon, maybe we'd find out what this is all about in the end."
"What are you trying to say exactly?" I asked, half unsure but somewhat convinced I knew what she wanted to suggest. "DO you think there's something up with me?"
"I think that maybe...we...well, we could experiment. If you want to, we can see if it's just me or maybe you have a very particularly strong preference." She said.
"Preference?" I said, confused by now about what she was really getting at at all.
"You know. See if you like people like..." She gestured to herself and to the Pokemon on the TV screen. "Mons, Jake. If you're a monster loving weirdo, jeez. Need me to spell it out, you hunk?"
"Oh. OH! Oooooh!" I said, feeling like a moron for a second before getting back with her on her idea. "Yeah. I mean...I've told you some things about me, you know, about confidential stuff...so...I would trust you to help me out with that. But you aren't gonna be jealous, are you?"
Amy shook her head quickly, trying to convince me she wasn't before speaking into my mind again.
"You know, Jake. I know it's sort of funny to me that humans really are way more worried about being in pairs than most of the Pokemon I even know. I know that you have feelings for me more than anyone. So, YEAH, I'm not worried that getting your breed-on with some other species is going to make you fall for someone else. But I dunno. Just...just as long as we can still love each other..." She said, starting to break up a bit over the very idea. I held her to me and rubbed the back of her head, whispering to her how much I loved her with as much of my heart as I could find in myself.
"I don't care how humans are supposed to love at this point because I love you. And if this has to be our big secret, than...well, damn everything. It'll be the greatest secret ever unspoken." I said, almost wanting to fall to tears myself.
After that, it was sort of just decided that perhaps we would work on things, we would see where all of this could go. And maybe, just maybe, we could see how deep it could go. I almost wanted to know how much trouble I really could get up to. I loved Amy for more than just her body. But in honesty, I had a taste of something sand I was already beginning to admit to myself that, yeah, I wanted more. That night we slept pretty soundly, me spooning her curvy body tightly to mine as we dreamed on into the night. She was mine and I was hers. When morning came, it would be just another day in my life, but one shared with someone I truly loved. But I needed the rest for now, I had such a pounding headache still from the fun earlier, though I marked it off as just some kind of psychic interference from use being so intensely emotional while linked for communication.