Okay, I know that this is a really strange pairing, and I didn't really want to write it much either, but it was something that someone requested when I had this story up a while ago before taking a hiatus, so there's no need to bash this. :P
Well, I hope you enjoy it anyway!
"Vine." Servine tugged impatiently at his trainer's jacket, trying to command the naïve boy's attention. His trainer, Dave, was always hooked on watching the motion picture box while sitting on the couch, and Servine realized how impossible it ordinarily would have been to break the boy's focus on the television. Fortunately, Servine wouldn't give up that easily this time. Shuffling over in front of the couch, Dave didn't even notice him or bat and eye. "Servine! Serv!" As expected, Dave, merely grunted in small acknowledgement, and resumed completely focusing on the football players. Servine sighed, hating that it had to come to this. Scooting all the way back into the television stand, he put distance between him and his trainer. He then charged forward, building a small burst of momentum, and leaped, crashing head first into his train.
"Ah!" The force of Servine's tackle was so strong that the couch when flying backwards with Dave along with it. His trainer did a sloppy summersault on the ground, and lay there for a few moments, still reeling from the deliberate attack from his own Pokémon. When Dave felt he could sit up without falling right back down, he lurched upwards, holding his head tenderly. He shifted his body, making sure that nothing had been broken from being charged. When he felt satisfied at the lack of immediate pain, he turned to Servine, who had appeared at his side moments after his fall. Dave's eyes narrowed in mild anger. "Servine! What the heck was that all about? I was watching the game!"
Servine didn't look the least apologetic, and replied cheerily, "Serv. Vine, serv." He used his leaf appendages to motion to the door, requesting permission to leave. He knew that if he didn't at least tell Dave that he was going out for… a stroll, he would have a Miltank.
When Dave realized that Servine wanted to leave, he sighed, and nodded reluctantly. "Uhg, fine. But it's dark so be careful, boy. I don't want to be cutting you out of some Mightyena's stomach or scraping you off of the road." Dave didn't get why Servine even wanted to go out at this time of night. Why couldn't he be a good little Pokémon and watch sports with him, instead of attacking him randomly? Dave shook his head, and waved his hand at the door, motioning to the little doggy flap Servine could use to get in and out when he needed to. "Well, what are you waiting for? I'm going to bed." Dave didn't wait for Servine to reply, and wearily stood up. "Goodnight. Don't stay out too late." And with that, he left Servine alone to make the tortuous way up the stairs to his bedroom.
Servine yelped in joy and scurried on all four feet to the doggy flap, bursting through it into the crisp night air. Servine stood up and took a deep breath through his nose, admiring how secretive everything looking in darkness, with shadows concealing even the most basic of things. Even in darkness, the Grass Snake Pokémon knew the streets like the back of his leaves. He resumed scurrying through the city, being sure to hide himself in the shadows so not to attract any unwanted attention. Though the dangers of nighttime in Striaton City were plentiful, his desire to reach his destination overcame any fear he may have had of what could be lurking, watching him.
Servine turned through street after street, using certain alleyways and nooks and crannies as shortcuts. After ten minutes of navigation, he was standing in the middle of an alley, the end of it leading to a clean street packed with expensive mansions and green lawns. This was commonly referred to as the "good" side of town, where crime was nearly unheard of. Ordinarily, Servine wouldn't be caught dead in these parts, being the sources of jokes and ridicule when he talking with his various street and Pokéball mates. They all had taken a vow never to go to those parts, yet here he was, crouched in an alley leading to the neighborhood. Despite all of this, he hesitated no more, and charged left into the street, scanning the various houses for the one he wanted entry into. Mansion after mansion blurred by Servine as he ran on all fours, the night air rushing over his body. He ran back and forth in the street, unable to discern which of the mansions he was looking for. Just as Servine was about to give up after his fourth run, something stirred on one of the balconies. It claimed his attention immediately.
It was coming from one of the bigger mansions, and he ran to the sidewalk in front of it. Servine waited uncertainly, wondering if what he saw was just a trick of his mind. His eyes locked onto the balcony, looking for the movement again. After a moment of staring, a head appeared over the top of the railing, a hand raised. Servine felt himself being lifted off of the ground, and nearly panicked. Realizing that this was just the routine, he relaxed, closing his eyes and praying for the trip in the air to be over. When he felt the familiar feeling of a solid metal surface beneath his feet, he opened his eyes.
Arceus.
Standing before him was one of the lithest creatures he's ever seen in his life – Gothorita. "Hello, Servine." Her voice had a rhythmic vibe to it, as if she was slightly singing each word. "I see you've come again."
Servine nodded, licking his lips at the sight of her. There were a few moments of pause, and they both flew into each other. Their bodied fitted perfectly together, and Gotherita's arms sneaked their way around Servine's back, pulling him closer. "I missed you," he whispered to her.
"As did I." Gothorita tilted her head, and placed a small kiss on Servine's snout. "Now that you're here… there was something I was waiting for. You and I both, actually." She led him inside, where they stepped into an attic. "I still think that this is a rather odd place to but a balcony." Without further ado, she pushed him against the nearest wall, smiling mischievously. "Let's begin."
Gothorita leaned down on her knees, wondering for the first time if Servine would best like her own ministrations and not her talented use of psychic powers to pleasure him. She had never actually used her hands before, or her mouth. She was face-to-face with Servine's erection that poked member out of its sheath. Even so, it was flaccid, and Gothorita grasped it firmly in her hands, using her powers to form the presence of fingers around Servine's dick. She pumped him once, which quickly brought the soldier to attention.
Servine pressed himself up against the wall, shocked that Gothorita had actually used her own hand to grab him, instead of her impressive powers. When she stroked him, he hissed, and his dick twitched in her hands. Gothorita sure knew how to torture him. She dragged the tips of her "fingers" down his shaft, looking up at him. "You're so… big, Servine." Gothorita had said the same thing plenty of times before, but the way she purred his name and started at his member with awe made the whole experience seem new. She clucked her tongue, continuing to stroke him. A small bit of precum leaked out in response, and Gothorita examined the familiar liquid warily. She had seen it before, but never had received the urge to… sample it. With no further hesitation, she leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lick the precum from his head. The taste was… salty. She wanted more of it. In one sweeping movement, she enveloped Servine's dick with her mouth.
Servine nearly came then and there, but restrained it. Where would the fun be in coming so soon? She had never… given him oral before. Her warm mouth surrounded him all around, and she bobbed her head up and down experimentally, stopping regularly to circle the head with her tongue. She slurped and sucked him, sometimes using her teeth to lightly graze his shaft, eliciting several moans from Servine. One of Servine's leaf-hands drifted to Gothorita's head, pushing her down all the way to his sheath, and back up again.
Gothorita was quite surprised by his strong, positive reaction to her actions, though she had to fight very hard to restrain her gag-reflex and accommodate all of him. Though she had pleasured him much more than once, she had never used her own mouth to stimulate him. She felt her own pussy getting wet, looking up at her partner's face, which was flushed in ecstasy. His eyes were closed, and he moaned with nearly every tiny movement. The floor beneath them soon held a small puddle of her juices.
"You're so good at this, Gothorita…" Servine breathed with difficulty, stroking her head in encouragement. Gothorita hummed around his dick, which stopped anything else Servine might have said. Gothorita's other unoccupied hand drifted to her now soaking entrance, cutting to the chase and plunging three of her psychic fingers inside of herself. She moaned, which brought another groan from Servine. The small puddle beneath her started to grow as the duo's pleasure rose. She made her fingers go rapidly, trying to get herself off in time for both of them to come at the same time.
The more her pleasure grew, the less she focused on the throbbing dick inside of her mouth. When Gothorita gradually started to slow, Servine took it upon himself to continue the act. He used both appendages to grab Gothorita's head, pumping her up and down on his shaft so she could focus on her own needy desires. Servine met her with every pull, feelings himself coming closer to the edge. Gothorita, after having time to focus on herself found juices nearly pouring out of her, coating the area around her.
However, after a minute of constricted sounds and nearly-satisfied moans, they both could feel it when they got close to the edge. Servine gripped Gothorita tighter, and Gothorita tightened her mouth around Servine's dick, pumping as fast as she possibly could inside of herself. Gothorita was just about ready to come, but held out, waiting for Servine to catch up, and catch up he did. Not a second after waiting, Servine stiffened, and shoved Gothorita down to the hilt of his dick, yelling Gothorita's name as he deposited his seed into his lover's waiting mouth, which eagerly swallowed every drop. She released Servine's slightly flaccid member, licking her lips in satisfaction. Gothorita smiled, appreciative for the pleasurable time.
She was about to suggest to Servine that they call it a night, but the mysterious glint she saw in his eyes suggested that they weren't finished just yet. "My turn." Servine guided a confused Gothorita over to the short couch in the middle of the attic, pushing her to sit on it. He lowered himself to eye level with her still-soaking entrance, licking his lips.
To say the least, this was new for Gothorita. Their routine visits usually consisted of Gothorita jacking Servine off, and him rutting on her. She had no idea what to expect.
After glancing up at Gothorita and giving her a slightly evil smile, he leaned forward and started to lick Gothorita's sweet folds with his long, forked tongue. Just like she had been enchanted with the taste, Servine found himself craving more of the sweet honey that was found. He boldly stuck his tongue right into her entrance, swirling it around in a twisting motion.
Gothorita had to admit that this felt… absolutely amazing. She involuntarily arched her back while moaning loudly, trying to force Servine's tongue deeper inside of her. Servine realized that his ministrations were getting very positive responses from his lover, and complied with her subconscious desires, tilting his head and extending more of his tongue inside of her, wiggling it inside of her. Bravely, he mixed it up, using his teeth to rub her clit, and drag his tongue lightly over it before sticking it back inside of her. The juices came out sparingly this time, but were enough to encourage him to try harder to get her off.
Well, it was working. Gothorita moaned and writhed against Servine's face, so he was confused when he felt her powers pushing his head away from her opening. Servine looked up, confused. "T-take me. Now." It wasn't a request, or a question. It was a command.
Servine complied, climbing up onto the couch to straddle her, his leaf-hands going to her thighs to grip them lightly. Without further instruction, he shoved his dick right into Gothorita's hot cavern, moaning as cool air gave way to moist heat. Gothorita mewled as her wish was granted, urging him to start. Servine was all too eager to, and began moving in and out of Gothorita's pussy with speed. They cried out simultaneously, vocalizing their pleasure from the act. Gothorita's hand trailed down to her clit, roughly rubbing it as Servine pounded into her.
"Arceus, Gothorita," he choked out. He didn't need to say anything else – his grunts and other sounds told the whole tale for him. The dull sounds of their bodies meeting again and again resounded through the attic, along with their blissful noises. No matter how deep Servine managed to get, it was never deep enough. Gothorita desperately wanted to come, and shouted her commands to go deeper and harder until her throat began to get raw from all of the screaming.
Their bodies merged together in one mass of flesh, covered in sheen of sweat. Servine rammed into Gothorita with all he had, panting as he came closer and closer to the edge, along with Gothorita. "Servine!" Gothorita growled, arching her back in an attempt to get Servine's member in her deeper. "I'm about to come!" Gothorita could tell that Servine was close too, his grip on her had become tight, and his breathing raggedy. His thrusts became sloppy as he drove harder to get both of them off. Finally, with one last thrust, Gothorita screamed, coming, her juices spilling out onto the couch and floor. Servine froze inside of her, shuddering as he filled Gothorita up with his seed. It spilled out of her, and mingled with her juices on the ground as it escaped.
For a few minutes, all they did was breath heavily as they cooled down. Finally, Servine pull out of Gothorita and snuggled next to her on the couch. "Amazing." Gothorita nodded meekly, exhausted, and moved towards Servine. Before she knew it, Servine's lulling minty scent had caused her eyes to fall, and all that could be heard in the attic was Gothorita and Servine's calm breathing.
When Servine was certain that Gothorita had gone to sleep, he gently removed himself from her grasp and stepped down from the couch. He shuffled over to the balcony, satisfied. He leaped off of the balcony, landing with a thump safely on the ground. With one last look, he took off into the night.
Eh. I may clean it up a bit, and make some transitions less instant. For now, there you go! :3
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