Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon or its characters and place names, but in the spirit of fanfiction I own this story and the characters I created around it. Most notably, I "own" Professor Orchid, although I seek no financial gain from these stories.
Lemon Warning: Yes I wrote another 10000 word lemon. If you don't know what a lemon is, or you're underage, go away and read something else.
The Return to Reef Island
Chapter 1
Doctor Ruth Orchid is an attractive woman, Pokemon sex therapist and sex addict. At the moment she is on a cell phone in a small world of chaos. "We've got a secure link between here and my lab, so we can use the equipment there. No, I don't want any video to leave this island area, unless I and the resort's representative agree. They and I have reputations to protect. We've sent for more equipment, just work with what you have."
When she hangs up, a voice from the past says, "Ah, Doctor Orchid, it is good to see you again."
Dr. Orchid is startled and shakes the offered hand. She stammers, "Professor Oak, what are you doing here?"
"Well I heard that there was a new type of Pokemon contest on the island. It does make a good excuse to come to a tropical island resort. Where are my manners? Dr. Orchid, may I present Delia Ketchem? Delia, this is Ruth Orchid, a Pokemon behavioral specialist. She took care of Ash's Pikachu last year."
Dr. Orchid can only blink as Mrs. Ketchem replies, "Thank you for taking care of my Ash. Pikachu means a lot to him."
"You're welcome."
Mrs. Ketchem notices several couples and asks, "By the way, why are people wearing Pokemon masks?"
"I heard that the contest was called, 'Come as a Pokemon'," offers Prof. Oak.
"I love costume parties."
"It's not that kind of party," offers Orchid. "It's more like a modern interpretation of ancient fertility festivals. The masks are so people can get into character. You'll find a great selection of masks in the main lobby."
"That's right, we should check in, before things get too busy." Oak picks up his bag and says, "I hope later we can discuss your latest research."
Orchid just waves, with a forced smile, as Oak, Ketchem and her Mr. Mime walk to the main lobby. At the front desk they are greeted by the receptionist, "Welcome to Reef Island Resort. You must be Prof. Oak and company."
"That's correct," replies the Prof.
"We have you in cabin 12, in the Oran Lagoon area. I hope you find the accommodations acceptable." The young lady looks at Mr. Mine and asks, "Will your Pokemon be staying with you, or do you wish to use our Pokemon Park?"
"Mime…?" asks the Pokemon as it tries to hide behind Mrs. Ketchem.
"It's okay Mimesy," she soothes. "I think Mr. Mime would like to stay with me. Is that alright?"
"That's fine," replies the woman. "Many of our guests have the same intention. Here are your identification bracelets. They will act as your room key and credit card. Would you also like a complementary Pokemon mask?" asks the woman as she points to a display wall full of masks.
Oak and Ketchem walk to the masks, where Delia dons a Mr. Mime mask. "Now I look like you," she comments to her Pokemon, who responds with glee. She hands the Professor a Shiftry mask and says, "It goes with your hair."
He replies, "Since Shiftry evolves from Seedot, the acorn Pokemon, I'm wearing myself. Acorn, Sapling, Oak
Through the evolutions
Shiftry."
With mask on, he asks, "Delia, I would like to see this Pokemon Park, will you and Mr. Mime be fine on your own?"
"Oh, yes. We'll take the bags to the cabin, and then go relax on the beach."
Through a Pokemon laboratory races a worried Dr. Orchid. "He's here! What am I going to do?" she calls out.
"Who's here?" asks security officer Jenny.
"Professor Oak!"
"Professor Oak?" blurts out Doctor Joy.
"So?" asks the unfazed Jenny.
"What am I going to do?"
"About what? Will you calm down Ruth?"
"What if he's here about the contest? Will he shut it down?"
"His authority doesn't extend to here," offers Jenny.
"Jen," replies Joy, "Professor Samuel Oak, is the most prestigious name in Pokemon. If he says something, it happens. Even if he doesn't shut down the contest, he can get our funding cut."
Now Jenny looks worried and says, "Oh."
Later, Professor Oak walks in the door of his cabin, and greets Mr. Mine who is sweeping up some sand. "Hello Mr. Mime, is Delia here?"
"We just got in from the beach," she calls out from another room. "I'm making some tea, would you like some?"
"Yes, thank you," he replies as he sits on the floor next to a low table and removes his mask. "The Pokemon Park has excellent facilities, and all the Pokemon there seem very happy."
"That's nice," replies Delia as she walks into the room carrying a tray with a teapot and cups. She places the tray on the table then sits on the floor.
"Delia?"
"Yes, Professor?" she replies as she removes her mask.
"Why are you not wearing clothes?"
"Oh, that," she giggles as she pours the tea into the cups. "When Mr. Mime and I went to the beach we found out that this part of the resort is clothing optional. I thought that I would try it. It is very comfortable, almost liberating. You should try it."
Sam takes the offered cup of tea and tries not to stare. Delia long had a daily routine of exercise that has kept her fit, and still has the body that won her a swimsuit contest nine years earlier. From his place at the table, Sam can see her full breasts, down her bare and trim stomach to the top of her patch of pubic hair. As his eyes move up he notices a faint tan line at her hips and breasts, indicating she wore a one piece.
"Professor?"
Sam tries to regain his composure and focus on her eyes.
"I said you should try it."
Sam drinks some of the tea. "Very good," he comments, "perfect for a hot … day."
"That's what I found. But you have to be careful and use sunscreen."
Sam stares at his tea cup and asks, "Sunscreen?"
"Of course, the sun is very bright today, and the reflection off the water can lead to sunburn."
Sam had lost track of the conversation, so he just agreed with whatever she said…
Later Delia, wearing only her Mr. Mime mask and sandals, asks the Professor, "Are you ready to go?"
Sam, concentrating on his note book replies, "Go?"
As she gathers a beach blanket, towels and sunscreen she reminds him, "To the beach. You said you would."
Sam gets up with Mr. Mime's help and follows Delia out the door. Mr. Mime grabs the Shiftry mask from the table, follows and gives it Sam, who puts it on. Under the mask he feels relief from the burning embarrassment of the last half hour. With Delia leading the way, he watches her toned and bare rear give a slight bounce as she walks. Every step she takes is like a hypnotic coin waving before him. Bounce after bounce. Step after step. His heart beats a little harder. Harder… Something else is getting harder. He clutches his luau shirt closer and lower.
She stops. He stops. She bends over and spreads the … beach blanket. Her breasts sway as she moves. Her backdoor is within reach…
She turns her masked face and asks, "Do you need help?"
Sam just nods. Delia unbuttons his shirt and helps him out of it. She hands the shirt to Mr. Mime, who folds it neatly. She helps Sam out of his sandals and onto the blanket. Then she unzips his pants, and pulls them and his underwear down to his feet. She and Mr. Mime help him down to the blanket, then pull his clothes off and fold them.
Sam just stares in a daze. Delia is methodically applying sunscreen over her beautiful and naked body. Up and down the arms. White cream smeared up and down the legs. On her luscious breasts that sway and move as she works in that lucky cream. Down her stomach she goes, then between her legs. Her brown hair goes white from the cream and lays flat against her skin, revealing details of her love box. 'Love box', he thinks, 'how long has it been since she used it?'
With the sunscreen applied to the front, she leans back on one hand and stretches. She arches back, which lifts and accents her breasts. Then she offers the bottle of sunscreen to Sam. He just takes the bottle and stares. Thinking that the Professor is just having a senior moment, she takes the bottle and helps him lay down. The same pattern she took on herself to apply the cream, she uses on him. She sits next to him as she works. Her breasts dangle just inches away as she leans over him when she works the far side. Terror and embarrassment are the only things that keep him from exploding as she works the cream down his stomach and between his legs. 'Between my legs,' races Sam's mind, 'she is between my legs. Is she? No! Don't think it!' He tries to think of anything else as her hands work the cream around his balls, into his grey hair and…up and down his shaft.
Sam's mind is elsewhere. Delia gives satisfied sigh and says, "Isn't this liberating? I feel so free and relaxed. Don't you agree?"
"Yes," replies Sam, but he thinks, 'If I were really free, I could rollover to you and make love to you here on the beach. Just think of something else.'
"Ding-dong" chimes the p.a. system. "Attention residents: Due to many of your requests, all areas and facilities, except in Cherri Lagoon will be clothing optional as of tomorrow. Repeat: All areas and facilities, except in Cherri lagoon will be clothing optional as of tomorrow. If this does not meet your satisfaction, please see the staff in the main lobby. Thank you, and have a pleasant stay."
"Not the something else I had in mind," mumbles the Professor to himself.
"Did you say something?" asks Delia.
"Sorry, just thinking out loud."
Sam could sense Delia laying down beside him. "About what?"
"What?"
"What are you thinking about?" asks Delia.
"Uh, Pokemon. Yes. The Pokemon Park here is a first rate facility."
After a moment's pause Delia replies, with a slight coolness to her voice, "You're very dedicated to your work. I am amazed that you could concentrate on Pokemon in a setting like this." More moments pass, the surf laps against the shore and people talk in the background. "What were the Pokemon doing?"
"Doing?"
"What do Pokemon do in a Pokemon Park? I've never been to one."
"I suppose the best comparison is a playground. There are swings, slides, seesaws and other play structures for exercise. Sand, water and grass areas allow the Pokemon to relax."
"Relax…," repeats Delia soothingly, and Sam does. He relaxes into a nap.
In his dream, Sam Oak finds that he is a Shiftry playing with the other Pokemon in the Pokemon Park. He runs and chases the others while leaping about the play structures. While he plays Sam shifts from a human in a Shiftry mask, to a full Pokemon.
The Pokemon's current game is contest of jumping ability. Sam's powerful legs allow him to scale to the top of the slide in one jump. Then he climbs the play structure in two more jumps. He prepares to take a running start to jump from the structure to a cliff, when laughter distracts him. He watches a Lopunny bounce over the play structure in one leap. Lopunny slowly twists in the air over Sam's head. Lopunny has full breasts, curved hips, toned rear and wears her longs ears back and tied together to make a ponytail. She twists quickly before she lands in front of Sam. She plants her heels together, but keeps her knees far apart, so she comes mostly to rest in a wide legged squat. For a moment, the Lopunny looks like Delia wearing Lopunny costume boots and gloves. She plants one hand behind herself as she arches her back and highlights her breasts. With her free hand she motions for Sam to come over. Sam takes a step forward, but Lopunny winks then leaps backward for the cliff top.
Sam gives chase. He sprints across the play structure and leaps with his legs and gives a flap of his large fronded hands. He streamlines himself for speed. Lopunny floats ahead, with her arms and legs spread wide. Sam aims his long nose at Lopunny's crotch. He can see every detail of her lower lips, her clit and trimmed brown hair. He can smell her musky scent, his heart pounds and his loins throb. Lopunny drops below Sam, and dives into a lake. Seconds later Sam follows.
When Sam surfaces, he finds the lake water hot and full of Pokemon laughing and chatting away. A Kangaskhan chats with Sam about the day, the weather and the price of rice. Lopunny appears behind Sam, and scrubs his back. As she scrubs, she talks about how the flowers reacted to the weather and recalls a recipe for mushroom fried rice. Sam looks behind himself and finds Delia washing his back. He looks ahead and finds many of the elder residents of Pallet Town enjoying a public bath. Everyone is discussing the day's events. The professor discusses how the Pokemon in his care have reacted to the current weather, while Delia presses herself against his back to reach his front with a wash cloth.
"Delia, what are you doing?" he asks as her breasts massage his back.
"Looks like she's giving you a hand job," comments the gossipy grocer.
Sure enough Delia had a hand around Sam's hardening member, while the other hand fondled his balls. "Delia, you can stop now," implores Sam.
"Why, is that as hard as can get?" cackles the grocer. "Oh, that should help." She leans to another neighbor and comments, "Delia is teasing his anus as she reaches underneath."
"I used that on my second husband, it drove him crazy," replies the other.
Now the whole of Pallet Town is watching. A second Delia appears and takes Sam's member into her mouth. The public bath is replaced by a Pokemon Contest Arena and the chatty neighbors are now Lilian Meridian, wearing a string bikini, and her sister Vivian, wearing a lace teddy.
"Delia is making a two pronged attack," comments Vivian.
"Definitely a 'Pinser' movement," adds Lilian. "According to the scoreboard, the Professor is about halfway to orgasm, but Delia hasn't even moved into hard nipples."
"It looks like a potential 'blow' out," speculates Vivian.
"Delia definitely has the moves of a champion," praises Mr. Contesta. "After she finishes with the professor, maybe I'll go a few rounds with her."
"She looks remarkable," growls Mr. Sukizo.
Nurse Joy, who is only wearing her hat and an undersized apron, says, "I should take notes. She has such talent, and is so generous. She hasn't started to please herself."
"That is about to change," announces Vivian. "Two more Delias have appeared and they are moving into position. Blowjob Delia has shifted her work to underneath the Professor, I think she's licking balls and anus and making room for… yes, one of the new Delia's has just mounted the Professor's pole."
Lilian continues, "Hand job Delia is providing back support for the Professor so the fourth Delia straddles his face. Let's hope for Delia that the Professor's tongue is up for the challenge."
"Looks like the Professor is tongue tied. This is a big disappointment for Delia, who is just left standing."
"Not remarkable."
"Such a shame," laments Joy, "All that effort to please the Professor and Delia gets nothing in return."
"Is it? Yes, a fifth Delia has appeared on the stage, and it looks like she brought some accessories. She's putting a Shiftry mask on the Professor and now standing Delia is using the mask's nose to please herself. Underneath Delia has scooted up and is now servicing back support Delia with her tongue, and servicing herself with a free hand."
"Look again Vivian," corrects her sister, "the fifth Delia has one more toy: a Snorlax sized double ended dildo. Looks like Underneath Delia is ready, because she's getting one end of that monster and the other end is going into mounted Delia's spare pocket. I know that I wouldn't want something that big up my ass."
"I'm lucky if I can get something half that size in you sis, front or back."
"Well if our scoreboard is any indicator, I'll let you try tonight. Delia's pleasure levels have shot up quickly. They just passed the Professor's and they're still climbing."
"Remarkable!"
"When having sex in public, pleasing yourself is as important as pleasing the audience," comments Joy.
"Well Joy, the audience is more than pleased," points out Lilian, "They're getting into the act, and so is Vivian." Vivian is pulling her teddy out of the way so she can freely use her hand microphone to stimulate herself as Delia does. The audience now consists of naked couples on beach blankets, mimicking Delia's performance. Vivian lies on the ground as her sister draws near; Lilian yanks off her bikini bottom and inserts the other end of the microphone in herself.
"Remarkable!" groans Mr. Sukizo as he enters Nurse Joy from behind.
"Indeed," adds Mr. Contesta, who has dropped his pants and entered Joy from the front. "What is really remarkable is that Professor Oak doesn't want to participate."
Nurse Joy tosses away her apron and has one foot on her chair. As two the other judges please her, she comments, "If Oblivious, were an Ability of Shiftry, then his lack of performance would be expected."
Sam looks away from Delia pleasing herself on his nose. Everyone around him is having sex and enjoying it. He feels that he must resist. At the edge of his vision he sees one person, a young woman in a summer dress and wide hat, just watching. He tries to look at her, but she shifts to the edge of his vision.
Delia is close to her climax, for she is shaking the Professor. "Sam! Oh, Sam. Come with me," she moans.
The Professor blinks. He is laying on his back, Delia is next to him. "Are you awake?" she asks.
"I think so," he replies as he looks around. The beach scene has changed little since he dozed off.
"They announced that the contest preliminaries are starting nearby. Do you want to come with me and watch? Please say yes."
After returning to the cabin and changing into yukatas, Sam, Delia and Mr. Mime follow a small crowd to a contest preliminary. Sam is one of the few people wearing his kimono closed. Delia like many others wears hers loose and open, the rest of the people don't wear anything, except every human is wearing a Pokemon mask. Everyone proceeds to a meadow in a jungle setting. Around the meadow are bleachers filling with people, video cameras and crew.
The director ushers them to their seats, "Thank you for coming, ha-ha. There's plenty of room." After everyone is settled he says, "Welcome to the Reef Island Resort Come as a Pokemon Contest. Some of you have been here before, for others this is your first time. Unlike past events, this year's contest will be recorded, and the videos will be edited and sold for charity. In the interest of discretion, we suggest that you wear your mask at all times and do not mention names. If you must make noises, then in the spirit of the contest, make noises like a Pokemon.
"An edited version of each session will be available for viewing and purchase at the main lobby by tomorrow, we hope. Your i.d. bracelets can be used to release the video for sale. I hope everyone will, for the more video we have available, the more money can be raised.
"Because of the number of people, we are going to limit the preliminary rounds to ten minutes. A show of hands please: Who has been in this contest before?" Several couples raise their hands. "Good, could I have you two start off? Thank you."
The first couple walks to the center of the field. The man wears only a Snorlax mask that complements his plump midsection. He lies down and snores. The woman walks to the edge of the field, tosses off her kimono and adjusts her Kangaskhan mask. Sam notices the woman is not a trim as Delia. The woman walks up to the man, puts her hands on her hips, and grumbles, "Khan."
Snorlax just snores.
"Kangaskhan! Gas, khan gas!" she shouts as she stomps the ground.
Snorlax snores louder.
Kangaskhan walks between Snorlax's legs, and cocks back her arm for a punch. Her hand rushes forward and grabs Snorlax's penis, to the gasps of several audience members. "Khan," she growls as she vigously jerks her hand up and down his shaft.
"Lax," moans the man in sleepy pleasure.
Kangaskhan's free hand drifts down to her own genitals, two fingers go in her love pouch as fast as her other hand moves on Snorlax. The couple starts to moan together as their bodies shudder for release.
"Lax!" groans the man as his semen shoots straight up.
"Khan!" moans the woman as her body bucks and shudders.
As the glow of their love making fades, Snorlax snores louder. Kangaskhan gives him a cold look then walks over to his head. Snorlax snores away as Kangaskhan squats over his face. She releases a Water Pulse of clear urine to his face, then gets up and stomps off the set. Snorlax wakes up and looks around in confusion.
"Cut!" calls out the director. "Great performance!" The audience starts to applaud. Veterans from the previous year are the first to cheer, followed by the rest. Snorlax and Kangaskhan take their bows then leave. A stage hand cleans the field as another couple is selected.
"Is that how the ancient fertility rituals were performed?" asks Delia in a whisper.
"I guess this is a modern interpretation," ponders Sam.
Sam, Delia and Mr. Mime just sit in stunned silence as they watch couple after couple perform. Many couples just wore random Pokemon masks as they had sex. Part of Sam's mind focused on the possibilities and impossibilities as Seaking and Sandshrew had oral sex. His mind raced through all the reasons why the next couple, Ampharos and Scizor, wouldn't be able to do it.
Something was amiss. Even Delia and Mr. Mime could tell. The Scizor was a human female, slight of build, who wore only a Scizor mask and red mittens. The Ampharos 'costume' was a full body costume. 'Very accurate costume,' thought Sam. 'It almost looks like…'
"Is that a real Pokemon?" whispers Delia.
"Quite common in the Johto region," Sam whispers back. The couple on the field is kissing passionately. "It's an electric Pokemon that evolves from Mareep."
The ball on Ampharos' tail starts to glow. He brings his tail between his legs, then between her legs. As the ball strokes Scizor's sensitive region, Delia whispers, "That's not a costume."
Several others in the crowd make the same realization and gasp. The director shoots the crowd a cold stare, while a stagehand holds up a big sign that only says, "QUIET!"
The couple on the field is oblivious to everything, other than themselves. Ampharos lies down on his back. Scizor shifts from kissing to licking Ampharos' hardening, golden rod. The glowing ball's actions, and faint hum, make Scizor's lower lips drool. Scizor looks to be at the edge of an orgasm, so she quickly moves on top of Ampharos and guides his rod into herself. Scizor plants her feet on either side of Ampharos, then lifts her body up and down. At first, she moves slowly up, then down. When she has him deep inside herself, she grinds her hips and moans, then lifts up again.
On the third stroke and grind, Ampharos curls his tail around and plants the ball between Scizor's cheeks. He uses his strong tail to help lift her and emits a low voltage Thundershock, which adds new dimensions of twists and convulsions to her love making. Her body lifts and falls, twists and sways. She looks as she's riding a very erotic mechanical Tauros.
The audience is captured in the spell. Everyone fantasizes that they were either Scizor or Ampharos. Ampharos senses his partner's mounting orgasm, which pushes him to the same edge of bliss. At the moment of the climax, Ampharos' tail lets off a brilliant flare of yellow light. Several audience members climax as well.
When the glow from Ampharos and Scizor fades, the director calls "Cut," then the audience claps and cheers.
Sam notices that his own breathing is hard and his penis is erect and wet. As he clutches his yukata tighter, Delia whispers to him, "Wasn't that beautiful?"
"That was unnatural," hissed the Professor.
"That was love," replies Delia, as she whispers close to his ear. "Only two beings that love each other intensely could have done that. To think that they came here to share their love with us, it makes me feel wonderful." She glances down Sam's kimono and adds, "You felt something too." Sam freezes in place. A cold sweat starts to form. "Shiftry, you have a woody," she teases. "Is that sap leaking out?"
Sam tries to get up to leave, but Delia's firm grip on his arm convinces him otherwise. He looks down at her hand, and sees her open kimono. Her bare breasts heaving as she breathes hard. Her flat stomach moves in and out. "In and out…," races through Sam's mind. The hypnotic effects of Delia's body and the jungle aromas, sends Sam into a light trance.
"Your turn will come soon."
When Sam exits the trance, the sun is getting low and the last couple is leaving the field. The director asks, "How about you three?"
"Mime!" pleads Delia's Pokemon.
"Are you sure?" she asks.
Mr. Mime's body is shaking and his member is erect and throbbing to be released. Delia stands up, removes her kimono, then leads Mr. Mime down the bleacher and to the field. She motions for him to lay down in the grass. She straddles his legs, and rubs his wetness up and down his baton. She rises up, spreads her lips open with one hand, and guides in the shaft with the other. When she has him all the way inside, she squeezes her love box and slowly grinds her hips.
Mr. Mime tries to pump his hips into her, but she says soothingly, "Take it slow. Use Meditate."
"Mime?"
Delia just nods.
Mr. Mime closes his eyes and slowly chants, "Mime, Mime, Mime…"
Delia's eyes grow narrow as she feels Mr. Mime grow longer and warmer inside her. Inspired, she grinds her hips around then, by bracing herself on his chest, she lifts her hips up and down.
"Mime?"
"Just keep Mediating, till I tell you to stop," she replies. Mr. Mime returns to his Meditation, as she explores her pleasure spots with his probe.
"Mime, Mime, Mime…," he chants.
"Slosh, slosh, slosh…" goes her thrusts.
"Pound, pound, pound…" goes Sam's heart.
Delia focuses on forward and back pelvic thrusts. Mr. Mime's chants grow faster and forced. At last Mr. Mime's chants are in time with the short thrusts of his shaft. Delia restrains her thrashing breasts. After she starts to pinch and kneed her nipples, she moans, "Now use it to Doubleslap."
Mr. Mime's pace quickens. His juggling balls slap Delia in the ass. As Delia can feel Mr. Mime's release, she forces her hips down hard on Mr. Mime's pelvis, then a great, white, flood pours out of Delia's lovebox. The pair both cry out, "Mime!" as they try to force out more pleasure. The white flood is still gushing forth, so Delia slides down Mr. Mime's legs and pulls his wild hose out of her love shed. The stiffness had gone, but the semen keeps shooting out, the result causes his tip to flail about. Semen spays across Delia and Mr. Mime, then the camera crew, until Delia grips the hose with both hands. She directs the stream at her clit, then up her body to her mouth. She takes a mouthful of the cream and then sprays her breasts as she swallows.
When the water show finally ends, the stunned director gasps, "Cut."
After she gives the exhausted Pokemon a kiss on the cheek, Delia rises like an empress from her milk bath. Pools of thick cream slowly form into streams and course down her body. As she walks towards Sam, her full breasts sway as she walks. A drop of cream grows at a nipple then falls away. Her body shimmers as if draped in silver ribbons. She rises up the bleachers: Each step is taken to give Sam a full view of her love temple.
When she reaches eyelevel with Sam, Delia asks softly, "Are you alright?"
"I wish I was younger."
The director quickly motions for the crew to record.
Delia caresses his cheek with a sticky hand. Then her hand travels down his chest and stomach, forcing open the kimono. She takes his manhood in hand gives it a squeeze and says, "This feels young." She rolls the kimono off of Sam's shoulders, takes his hand and leads him down to the field.
In the center of the field, she gets on her knees and takes Sam's woody into her mouth. She squeezes the base with one hand, while the other fondles his burls. Her tongue plays with his tip then massages the underside as she takes him deep into her throat. Her hand releases his woody, and grabs a butt cheek, and sways him back and forth as she plunges his penis in, then almost out, then in again.
"Delia," he gasps.
She takes him out of her mouth, and grips his woody again. "Don't waste your precious sap Shiftry," she replies. She helps him to the ground and mounts him, like she did Mr. Mime. She lays her hot sticky body against his, maneuvers under the long nose of his Shiftry mask and kisses him on the lips. She moves his hands to her breasts and slides her body up and down on his.
Sam was about to lose himself to the senses of his lips, hands and penis, when a voice asks, "Mime?"
Delia breaks off her kiss and says, "You can join in."
"Mime!" he exclaims lustfully.
"Gently this time."
"Mime?"
"No Doubleslap," she instructs. "Use Recycle first." Mr. Mime obeys, and his baton is restored to full status. She motion for him to come over. She sits up, and while she grinds her hips for Sam, she lubricates Mr. Mime with her mouth. After the saliva and spare semen make Mr. Mime slick, she leads him to her backdoor. "See? There's a hole for each of you. Be gentle now, and no Doubleslap. Use Meditate again."
"Mime, Mime, Mime…" chants the Pokemon as he makes soft thrusts into her anus.
Delia concentrates until the three of them are in synch with their thrusts: The two males go up as she goes down. She returns to kissing Sam, and pries her way into his mouth with her tongue.
As Sam gets closer to release, Delia grips Mr. Mime harder which forces him closer to release. Sam is the first to go with a loud grunt. As Sam's woody shakes, Delia squeezes and releases it, encouragingly.
Mr. Mime is the next to come. "Mister Mime," he groans triumphantly as hot cream shoots forward, overflows Delia and splashes back on the Pokemon.
Delia swoons and bucks. Mr. Mime is startled and pulls out; his hose whips about and sprays them all with his cream.
As the adrenaline passes, and their sweat turns cold, they can hear the director clapping. "Great. That was the real deal," he beams. A crew member brings the trio towels and reflective blankets.
"You were recording?" asks Sam.
"Of course," replies the director, as a cameraman cleans a lens.
"But…"
"Yes we got that too. These sessions were preliminaries. After the first sessions, we review the recordings and determine who should do a second take. I know that there was a certain amount of spontaneity that can't be captured in a second take, but we'll have a full set, costume and makeup."
"Costume…"
"Not a full body costume. Mostly it will be body paint, but we'll have a wig, platform sandals and gloves that will match Shiftry."
"Second take…" continues Sam, as Delia wipes him off.
"I would love to be to one to record a second take of you three. It would be very artistic and romantic. Give me a day to edit the footage, look it over then tell me your decision. I hope it's 'yes'."
Delia leads the other two back to the cabin, her reflective blanket flutters in the breeze, giving Sam a full view of her rear, where Mr. Mime's semen is still oozing out. Halfway to the cabin she asks, "Sam, are you feeling alright?"
"I don't know what I'm feeling," he replies.
"Mr. Mime, please go ahead and get clean," asks Delia. She turns around. Sam sees her full, naked beauty surrounded by the brilliance of the setting sun as it reflects off her blanket. "Do you think I'm attractive?" she asks.
"Delia, you are so very beautiful."
"Did you enjoy what we shared?"
"It was one of the most wonderful things that happened to me."
She points to several other couples making love on the beach then says, "In this place, that's all that matters. Forget who you are and who I am. All that matters is that you're a man, and I'm a woman. At home we disguise our feelings and desires. Here, we can expose everything." Before he can respond she cuts him off, "Let's go back to the cabin, get cleaned up and go to bed."
She leads him by the hand to the cabin. Once in the door, they step out of their sandals, and remove the masks. They enter the bathroom, where Mr. Mime is lathering and scrubbing himself with a long brush. "Mime?" he asks, while offering the brush.
Delia takes the brush, and says, "Let's get you clean first." She stands behind him and scrubs, while the Pokemon cleans the front. Sam draws a bucket of warm water, and rinses the soapy clown.
Delia has towels at the ready and starts to dry the Pokemon. After the humans have dried the Pokemon, Delia says, "Mr. Mime, I need you to come with me." The Pokemon follows his mistress to the main room. Sam, who started to rinse himself, follows.
"Mr. Mime, it is time for a deep sleep," she says carefully enunciating each word.
The Pokemon leans over an imaginary futon, pulls back the covers, fluffs the pillow, lays downs and pulls back the covers. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, the snores out, "Mime." The next breath is followed by a deeper, "Mime." Sam flinches at the third "Mime" since it was felt and not heard.
"Mr. Mime, you never went to the jungle today," corrects Delia. She hangs her head and adds, "You had a wonderful day making sand castles. You made sand castles all day until you fell asleep. When you awake tomorrow, the last thing you will remember is making sand castles." Tears run down her face. "Good night Mr. Mime."
Sam shudders again, as he feels a reverse wave of "emiM" go through his mind. Delia takes a Pokeball from the table, and recalls Mr. Mime. She gives the Pokeball a short and tender kiss then places it back on the table.
Through red and teary eyes she notices Sam. She tries to look modest and says, "Please Professor, don't interrupt your bath for me."
"Delia?"
"I insist, please." Then outright sobs, "Because I can never be clean."
The Professor takes Delia and holds her tight and pats her head. "This wasn't your first time with Mr. Mime," he observes. She sobs some more. "Why do you cry?"
"I don't know."
"Let's get you washed then we'll talk this over."
Delia moves like a robot: Most of her mind is elsewhere, while a small piece clings to normalcy.
Washed, dried and wrapped in kimonos, the pair makes some tea. Before they sit down, Sam moves the Pokeball to Delia's bag. After a few sips, the Professor asks, "Would you like to start at the beginning?"
"Two years ago, we were working in the garden. Mr. Mime stumbled on a Masquerain. The Pokemon was angry or startled. Mr. Mime went to help it, but it attacked. I knew that he would be weak against bug attacks, so I got in the way. We were covered in some dust then Masquerain just flew away. I felt weak and sluggish, but Mr. Mime couldn't move. I knew I had to wash off whatever it was. I dragged Mr. Mime to the bathroom and quickly rinsed him, then myself. The dust felt like it was burning, and Mimesy was in pain. I grabbed the soap we used for poison ivy, and lathered him, while removing my own clothes, since it was burning me. Soon, I was naked and rubbing soap over Mr. Mime with every body part. As the paralysis wore off, Mr. Mime was lathering me."
Delia stares at her tea cup and confesses, "I was desperate to help Mr. Mime. I couldn't stand to see him in pain. I would have done the same for Ash."
"Delia," replies the Professor, as he puts a kind hand on hers, "I know you love and care for Mr. Mime like a son. Is that why this hurts so much? You felt like you betrayed his trust."
Delia continues, "Most of the burning sensation had gone, except…I couldn't make it stop my privates from burning, and neither could Mr. Mime. We were rubbing and stroking, and the burning felt so good that we couldn't stop. He was rubbing his penis so fast, and looked so pained, and it had been so long for me that I laid him down on the floor and did him like you saw tonight." When Oak raises an eyebrow, Delia notices and says, "At first."
The Professor nods as he works out the details of likely causes and effectiveness of soap and water.
"I meant, 'that the first time we came was like today'. But it wasn't enough. I had Mr. Mime use Recycle and we did it again, and again. I wanted to feel it even more, so I had him use Meditate. That's when his cream would overflow, and it felt so good. But even that wasn't enough. We learned how to use Doubleslap. The next hour or two was a blur. I didn't come to my senses until I realized that he was using Struggle to keep going. I made him use Hypnosis on himself to stop. Then when I saw what we had done, I made him forget.
"I vowed to never let that happen again. I was so good and careful, even though I was tempted. I'd like to think that there is some bit of that spore in his system and his Recycle triggers it or that in his dreams the Hypnosis breaks down. In the end, I would take trips to remote places, in the hope that we could have a relapse. Maybe he can feel my weakness and desperation."
"Delia, in the morning we'll go to see Dr. Orchid. She is an expert in these things."
On a darkened beach, a lone figure rushes to a lit cabin. The woman bangs on the door.
A voice, from inside, calls out, "Who is it?"
"Ruth Orchid," replies the woman. "I need your help."
A naked, and bleary eyed, Ash opens the door. "Please come inside," he mutters.
"Thank you," replies Ruth as she enters the main room, where Misty, also naked, is sitting down at a low table with a cup of tea. "I know that this was to be your honeymoon, but I really need some help."
"What's wrong," asks Misty?
"This event is too much of a success. Attendance is triple what we projected last year. As a result, there is too much footage to edit. The crews that came to the island didn't expect so many people. They also didn't expect such good material. I've chartered a float plane to bring in more equipment, and we're using my video equipment in the lab."
"Do you need us to get more equipment?" asks Misty, as she studies Ruth's facial reactions.
Ruth shakes her head and says, "I need your eyes, ears and experience." Again, Ruth's face is fixed in worry, with a hint of fear. "I need you two to go through the video and remove any material that could be used to identify people. Bleep out names and blur faces, tattoos and anything else distinctive."
"Hello?" asks Duplica, at the door. She holds a mask in her hand, and her naked body is sweaty, marked with sand, with evidence of recent love making oozing down her legs. "Dr. Orchid, how is everything? Are the costumes working?"
"Costumes!" exclaims Ruth as she hits herself on the head. She pulls a digital assistant from her lab coat pocket and makes notes. "These directors want more costumes and have made claims on all the body paint they can get. I got to call Granny and see what she can get." After she makes a few more notes, she puts away the assistant. "Sorry. Hello, Duplica. I need help editing video tonight. I see you're here on your honeymoon as well, but can you help?"
Misty cuts Duplica off and says, "Only if we either get an extension to our stay and/or free nights for a future stay. We want a private cabin."
"Gyarados of the boardroom," mutters Duplica.
"And the bedroom," mutters Ash.
"Deal. The publicity this will generate is worth several extra comps."
"What's going on?" asks a bewildered Brock as he walks into the cabin and shields his eyes from the lights. The evidence on his naked body complements that of Duplica's.
"Then as a bonus," says Misty with a smile, "we have the foremost two experts on people identification."
"Great, then it's 'all hands on deck'!" exclaims Dr. Orchid.
"What?" asks Misty.
"I said, 'all hands on deck'. What did you think I said?"
"I thought you would say 'all hands on dick'."
"I'd say that you had that covered, but Ash is going to take more than two hands," quips Orchid with a wink.
Satisfied, Misty gathers some kimonos for the young lovers then herds her friends after the doctor.
Later, in fact so much later it is now early, the foursome are sitting in front of a bank of televisions, editing a massive collection of amateur porn. Doctor Orchid is making rounds with a fresh pot of coffee, as she tops up the cups she hears Brock mutter, "Cynthia, mole on her left cheek."
Duplica backs up the video to a face shot of a human in a Lopunny mask. "What mole?" she asks. Brock advances the video to where Lopunny is bouncing up and down on Lucario's blue pole. The camera had zoomed in for a close-up of her rear. Lucario was gripping her ass, and exposing her anus to the camera as she leaned over his prone body. The video stops showing both holes, one occupied by Lucario, the other available for the viewer's fanasty.
Between Lucario's fingers is a small x shaped mole.
"How, do you know about this mole?" asks Duplica feigning suspicion.
Brock rubs his eyes as he says, "Pokemon Trainers Digest, swimsuit edition, cover photo, five years ago. In a later interview she ended speculation over a raging 'Tattoo, branding or body painting' question by saying, 'I guess it's a mole.'"
"Okay then, marking that for removal," replies Duplica as she draws on the screen with a light pen.
Doctor Orchid just shakes her head in disbelief at Brock's encyclopedic knowledge of 'babes'.
Another video, of Roserade and Blaziken, speeds by and Brock makes the rare statement, "I don't know." Ash and Misty take off their earphones and watch Brock's monitor as Duplica replays the video. There was a male and female human couple. The male had a Roserade mask, gloves and cape. The female had a Blaziken mask and a fiery yellow, feathery head dress that went down to the small of her back and crossed over in the front, where it lifted and highlighted her ample breasts.
"Drew," commented Ash.
"Who's Drew?" asks Brock.
"He is," replies Ash, as he drinks his coffee.
Everyone else is staring at Ash who stands up to stretch. His open kimono reveals a tired and sleepy body. "You know this how?" asks Misty.
"Watch what he does with his hair. He does that several times during Pokemon Contests. It's even on billboards, now that he got a sponsorship." He rubs his eyes and watches more of the video and comments, "That's May as Blaziken."
"Really?" says Brock with a smile, "Well, good for those two. This is going to remove a lot of footage."
"Brock, dear, how long did you travel with May and Ash?"
"All over Hoenn," he replies, as he marks several scenes with a lightpen.
"So why did your innate 'babe detector' fail to go off?"
"What?"
Misty gives Brock an icy stare and speculates, "He doesn't think any of us are babes. I don't know if I should feel safe or insulted."
Brock hangs his head in exhaustion and defeat, until Ash blurts out, "She stole my idea." Everyone turns to watch Ash's monitor. On the screen is a human threesome. A male Empoleon was on the ground, he had his member in the rear of a female. On top of the female was another female in the 69 position. The top female had a Glameow mask and long, thin tail with a fluffy bulb on the end. As she licked, and was licked by, the woman in the middle, she would tickle the moist slit, the anus and the penis occupying it. Talking to the screen he says, "That's cheating Zoey. Glameow doesn't learn Tickle."
"Assist," suggests Misty.
"Assist borrows a move from one of the other Pokemon," replies her husband. "Maybe it was Assist and she got Helping Hand."
"Well, I don't like to be tickled there, maybe it counts as Torment." Ash nods in agreement as Misty makes a note on a pad.
When Ash notices the stares from the other three, he takes another gulp of his coffee then points with the cup. "Zoey is a Pokemon coordinator from Sinohh. Her top Pokemon is a Glameow. She trained her Pokemon to use that tail for attack and defense, with and without moves." He backs the video to the beginning. The woman in the middle has a Pachirisu mask, tail and, thankfully, normal teeth. "Her rival and good friend is Dawn. Dawn's long time friend and rival is Kenny. Kenny had a Prinplup when we first met. Anyone who knows that Sinohh contest circuit will know it's them."
Brock nods and says, "I always wondered about Zoey. I didn't figure that Dawn would go both ways." Duplica faces her husband, after she quickly dons a Croagunk mask. Brock hangs his head again, as Duplica inflates and deflates the pink cheeks of her mask.
"What could be more obvious?" grumbles Ash.
"Nando playing his harp in the background," offers Brock.
"Mr. Sukizo, saying, 'Remarkable'," jokes Ash.
"No, I mean that Nando is in the background playing his harp," replies Brock as he points to the screen.
"We can't use any of this," moans a frustrated Ash.
"Put a hold on it, and I'll talk to them tomorrow," offers Ruth.
"Doctor Orchid?" asks the security chief over the intercom.
"Yes Jen?"
"We have guests coming over by boat."
"Who is it?"
"It's, umm, confidential," replies a worried Jenny. "Can you come to my desk? Hurry!"
Ruth runs out the door and down the hall. Misty grumbles, "Confidential? We're watching videos of hundreds of people, and Pokemon, having sex. You three can identify most of them, what secrets are left?"
"Well, I know what is more obvious than that," replies Duplica.
Everyone moans, "Oh, no," as they watch her monitor. A short human female in an Elekid costume, is trying to service a whole baseball team.
"Do you think it's the real team?" asks Misty.
"There are a lot of guys on the island willing to 'help out'," replies Brock. "She probably dressed them up."
A moment later, Misty says, "Wow, good technique."
"I've heard of a triple play, but what's that?" asks Ash.
The girl was upside down. Her legs were spread in a wide splits, which rested on the arms of two tall men, one behind, the other in front. The men who held her legs, also entered both her front and rear. On the ground were three more men, two she serviced with her hands the third with her mouth. All five men would grunt, "Electabuzz," as they lifted her. When she was lifted, she tugged on the manhoods below, and the other two go in deep. The men would then lower her and she would suck, grip and squirm, to the delight of everyone. After seven innings of this, the men rallied and quickened the pace. They didn't stop until all six came while groaning, "Electabuzz!"
Ruth and Jenny stare in horror at a video screen that shows a boat carrying Professor Oak and his female companion. "We've got to get those kids out of here."
"How?" asks Jenny. "All of your Teleport capable Pokemon are shuttling supplies from Maroon Island to Reef Island."
"Then keep those kids in the video room. Cut off access to the surveillance cameras, and contact Joy to redirect Alakazam here. I'll go stall them." Jenny rushes over her controls, while talking to Doctor Joy through her headset. Ruth notices that Oak and his companion are wearing kimonos, sitting close and holding hands. "Kill the power to the video room! I hope they haven't seen too much."
"You've got to be kidding," grumbles Jen as she works her switchboard.
"You've got to be kidding," grumbles Ash as he works his switchboard and cues up a video of two Mr. Mimes. "Casey couldn't be any more obvious."
"Obvious lawsuit," adds Misty.
Ash waves his coffee cup toward the screen, "Next, this Mr. Mime will say, 'Honey, don't forget to change your you-know-what'."
All the lights and monitors go black.
"Now what?" asks Brock.
"I don't care," grumps Ash. "But if everyone is going to be so obvious, why wear masks?"
"Ash, honey, they were just caught up in the moment. After the Doctor talks to them, they'll come around."
Duplica giggles.
"What?"
"Brock, you don't know the Doctor like we three do. Every time she makes a little sex joke or innuendo, she winks."
"Jen, this is a code red. We need complete isolation between the two parties and from all video. Those kids are your priority. I'll deal with the Professor and take them to the North wing. I'll call you, and you get them on that boat."
Jenny offers a salute, replies, "Understood," then runs down the hall.
Ruth watches Jenny's toned rear bounce along, covered by an almost too short miniskirt. Dr. Orchid shakes herself out of her daydream, and rushes to meet the boat.
Ruth waits nervously as the boat pulls up to the dock. The boat's captain then jumps off the boat. The woman wears a low cut one piece swimsuit, light shirt and cap. She gives Ruth a wink before she secures the boat. The gangway is moved into place, and the Professor is the first to get off.
"Welcome, have you two enjoyed your stay?" asks Ruth.
"For the most part," he replies as he helps Delia down the steps. "Is there somewhere private? We have important things to discuss."
"Sure, if you'll follow me," replies Ruth, as her sweat turns to ice. She turns to the captain and says, "I have some other guests that need to return Reef Island in a hurry." As she leads her own firing squad into the lab, she remembers to call Jenny on her phone and state, "Jenny, please see to our other guests." She leads the Professor and Ms. Ketchem into a simple office, where everyone sits down. Outside the boat roars as it speeds back to the main island.
Ruth gives a forced smile for a small accomplishment, yet dreads the next few minutes. Professor Oak starts the conversation with, "Doctor Orchid, you are renowned expert in Pokemon psychology."
"Say something nice to either soften the blow or add leverage to the charges," races through Ruth's mind.
"We need your help," wasn't what Ruth was expecting.
"Of course," replied the Doctor without thinking.
After a long pause, the Professor suggests, "Why don't you tell Dr. Orchid, what you told me."
"I assure you that everything you say will be kept in the strictest of confidentiality." When Ruth notices that Delia is uneasy with Sam being there, she calls on her phone, "Jenny, can you give our guest a tour of the facility. I'm sure he would like to see the grounds and the egg room."
Sam senses that he is in the way and gets up. "Will you be okay?" he asks Delia, who nods.
After Jenny opens the door and leads the Professor away, Dr. Orchid comments, "You didn't tell him 'everything', did you?"
Delia shakes her head.
"Why don't you tell me what you told him then we'll go from that?"
Delia nods and retells the Masquerain induced bathroom sex scene. At one point Ruth blurts out, "Two hours?" She regains her composure and says, "Sorry." As Delia finishes her story, she gives some details of other encounters. "Two hours," mutters Ruth.
"I know I should have stopped sooner. You must think I'm a horrible person."
Ruth gets up and goes to the teapot. "I don't think you are a horrible person. Would you like me to be honest?"
"Yes."
"Can you keep a secret?"
"I can try. My secret got out…"
"I'm jealous. The first time I had sex with a Mr. Mime, I passed out after a half an hour. Do you think I'm a horrible person?"
"I don't know."
Ruth hands Delia a cup of tea and says, "I don't know either. I know my Pokemon enjoy it. I don't have the same emotional attachments that you have, so I don't feel guilty. Maybe my lack of guilt is a sign that I am bad." She sips from her cup and says, "I do know that sex with a Pokemon does lack some emotional satisfaction, if it is sex used to replace sex with humans. But I have seen cases where a Pokemon and its trainer have such an emotional attachment, that sex is a release and display of that connection."
"Oh," replies Delia as she ponders what she heard. "Do you still have sex with a Mr. Mime?"
Ruth sips her tea and replies, "Sometimes."
"Can you two go longer that a half an hour?"
"Our record is three hours," replies Ruth with a hint of pride. "You?"
Delia waits a moment and says, "Two." Ruth tries not to smile as she drinks her tea. "Days."
Ruth blows her tea out her nose, then sputters, "Days?! How?"
Delia gives a satisfied and slightly wicked grin. "We use Recycle, max elixirs, berries, revives."
"How do you hold up?"
"We've become psychically linked, the elixirs, berries and stuff work for both of us."
"I'd love to talk to an expert on that. I'll keep you anonymous."
"As long as it isn't Sabrina," replies Delia.
"Why?"
"We've been to see her already."
"I think that I want to hear all about it."
"I can't say much other than her appetite for sex is as great as mine and she didn't feel that sex with Pokemon was wrong."
"Delia, have you had any encounters with humans since this all started?"
"I tried, but didn't feel I could trust anyone. The secret and the shame were so great, that I was always on edge. In the end I had to trust Sabrina, because we couldn't erase her memories. I thought that I could trust the Professor, since he is so kind and has always been there for Ash and I."
"There's your answer. Trust Professor Oak, remember what human kindness feels like. Remember that Mr. Mime is not your son, and even Pokemon grow up and have desires. Many women are sexually frustrated and need a release from time to time. This is normal."
"Having sex for two solid days?"
"That's supernatural. I am so jealous. Would you please come back so we can talk some more?"
Delia nods with a smile.
"One last thing: Did you and Mr. Mime have sex on video?"
"Yes."
"Can I scan your I.D. bracelet? I'd like to keep that video out my staff's hands."
"So you can learn my secrets?" ponders a Delia different from the one that sat down needing help.
"To keep your secrets," offers Ruth.
As Ruth waves a scanner over the bracelet, Delia asks, "Will you need Sam's bracelet as well?"
"Sam…?"
"Sam Oak, the Professor."
"You didn't."
Delia blushes and nods.
"Way to go. You didn't wipe his memories did you?"
Delia hesitates then shakes her head.
"No, but…?" asks Ruth.
"I was in Sam's dream, that's where I saw Sabrina hiding in the corners."
"Delia, you are a special and sexy woman. I hope that you realize and enjoy that." She calls Jenny, "Delia is ready to leave anytime that the Professor wants."
Later, Ruth and Jenny wave to the departing boat.
"So, are we still in business?" asks Jen.
"Yes," replies Ruth. Weariness catches up to her as she slumps and says, "I want to go to bed."
Jen hands Ruth a stack of papers on a clipboard. "Sorry. There's too much to do."
"Then how about a quickie?"
Sam and Delia sit at the back of the boat, and watch the sea drift by. The sun is high in the sky, Wingull glide on the breeze. Delia has her head on his shoulder and stares at nothing. The flying Pokemon escort the boat, while a Wailord rises from the sea, then shoots a great white spray into the air. Oak chuckles, "I never realized how suggestive Pokemon are."
Delia follows Sam's gaze to the giant Pokemon, and says, "Size isn't everything." She runs her finger across his exposed chest, tracing the hem line of the kimono. "Some things are too big." She tugs at the neck line, opening his kimono a little. "Some things are just right."
"Pokemon… Oh no, the Pokemon!" exclaims Sam. "Captain! Captain! We have to contact Dr. Orchid, right away!" Delia follows after Sam as he runs to find the Captain.
They enter the bridge and see the captain already on the radio. "Sorry, there's no answer."
"Wasn't there a power outage or something," recalls Delia.
"Captain, we have to get back to the island right away."
The engines roar, and the boat comes about.
Granny Orchid, owner of the Tropical Passions store on Maroon Island, rushes to answer her video phone. The screen reveals the face of her granddaughter Ruth. "Hello Ruth, keeping busy?"
Ruth waves a stack of papers to the camera and says, "More than busy. Is your website down again?"
"Sorry, but all those orders from Reef Island, combined with requests for video, and the server keeps crashing."
A muffled voice says, "Hi, Granny."
"Jen says, 'hi'."
"Hi, Jenny."
"Let's make this simple: Get me enough body paint for 500 people, all colors. Lube, massage oil, your choice of flavors. Get it all to your store by overnight express, and I'll send Alakazam for it."
"Anything else?" asks Granny as she takes notes.
Jen's muffled voice says, "Batteries for the vibrators."
"Did you…?" asks Ruth's image which shows a bit of perspiration.
"I got it."
"Love you Granny, got to go…"
Back at the lab, the video phone screen goes black, and the indicator light by the camera goes off. Ruth breathes hard. "Why do you do this to me Jen?" she pants. Ruth looks down her own naked body. One wrist and both ankles are shackled to her custom executive chair. A naked Jen is positioned between her legs. She raises her head from licking Ruth's slit to say, "Quickie? I don't do that. Since you have work to do, this will keep the phone calls short. Speaking of which, I have director Moneyshot on line three."
"That's not fair," pleads Ruth.
Jen talks into her headpiece, "Sorry to keep you waiting director." Right before the videophone comes on.
Ruth puts on her game face. Most of her screen shows the face of the chubby director. A small window shows what her camera is showing a full head shot. As she listens to the director rant about supplies and staff, Ruth notices that the camera is slowly zooming out. The camera is now showing cleavage, and in a few more minutes it'll show too much.
"I'm sorry director, but as you can see my power went out and the air conditioning is off. I'll have to call you back." She hits the hang up button with her free hand. "I'll get you Jen."
"Promise?" replies her lover. Jen removes a thin vibrator from her own love box. The little machine glitters its naughty intention like Jen's eyes. Jen teases Ruth's slit, then slides it down and into her anus. "I am so glad I bought you this chair."
Jen's smile is even, more wicked as she listens to her headset, and then shifts herself off the floor and onto a hidden shelf of the desk. Over the speakerphone Professor Oak calls out, "Doctor Orchid, don't release any video."
"Doctor Orchid is in room 2 of the south wing," announces Jen, who then goes back to work licking and probing the Doctor. Ruth's face is a mix of terror and pleasure until the Professor bursts into the room.
"You have to stop any transmission with real Pokemon," he orders.
Ruth's face shows nothing but concern. "Why?"
"The Pokemon each have an identification number linked to the trainer's Pokedex. This number is transmitted over standard and high definition signals."
"Can it be blocked?"
Delia notices that the Doctor is acting odd, and despite the cover given by her large computer, isn't wearing much. She holds the Professor by her side, and at the door.
"The signal can't be blocked, but it can be scrambled. All I need is a Pokedex and some time."
"There should be a Pokedex in Joy's office and one in the lab."
"Then let's get to work." A hum comes from the desk. "What's that?"
"That's my phone; I was tired of the ringing."
A second 'phone' starts to vibrate.
"Are you going to answer that?" asks Delia, who spies toes peeking out from under the desk. The toes are pointing in the wrong direction to be Ruth's.
"It's a private call. If you could just go to the lab, I'll be with you shortly."
Before Sam could protest, Delia tugs at his arm and says, "Sam, can't you see what is going on? Ruth has a lot of important calls to make, and she can't do it if we are standing here. Let's go find the lab. I'm sure that Ruth will come along pretty soon." She ushers Sam out the door. "Although, I do have some secretary experience, I could help out here." Sam stands in the hall and looks from Delia to Ruth. "No, I think it's better if I come with you, Sam. I'm sure Ruth has everything she needs at her desk. When you get a chance, Ruth, could you tell Jen to use a moisturizer for her dry feet." A quiet thump and curse comes from the bottom of the desk. Delia gives the Doctor a wink, and closes the door after them.
As Sam leads the way to the lab, Jen's voice announces over the p.a. system, "Dr. Orchid, I need you. You must come right away. This is important. You must come right away."
Delia just giggles.
Author's Notes: I wrote this story years after I started the other Reef Island adventure. I tried to add more comedy and tone down the sex stuff. There is still sex; what's the point of having an M rating if you can't use it? This story was also written before the Sabrina Journals. After I develop that story better, I'll try to make a better tie-in.
This new adventure in Reef Islands does give me the opportunity to try out all types of 'Shippings', including a little SecretPotionShipper. Thanks to Bulbapedia and their Never-ending nightmare of listing all sorts of relationships.
To other authors, I'd say pick one at random and see where it takes you, and them…