Bedelia had been teaching her harem to speak better when she'd spotted the little spy watching them from the tree in their clearing.
Well, they weren't really spying, but that's how Bedelia saw it when her eyes first landed on the small green bug 'girl in the tree.
She was a Cutiepie, a simple and common bug type pokegirl. She'd simply been looking for fruit, she hadn't expected to accidentally be spotted by a Charamanda of all things.
She tried to climb up higher into the tree when she realized she'd been spotted, hoping they'd simply leave her be. Alas, Bedelia pointed the bug 'girl out to her Boobisaur, and her vines made pulling the Cutiepie down a simple task.
She was whimpering nervously, worried she'd be eaten, or burned up, or-given the smell of sex that seemed to saturate the clearing-used as their plaything.
"You'd make a good spy wouldn't you?" Bedelia said.
Her voice was as non-threatening as it could be coming out of her fanged mouth, and the Cutiepie tilted her head in confusion.
Bedelia, assuming she was confused by the offer, explained, "I'm building up my team, just like humans do," she indicated to Cuddles and the yet to be named Boobisaur, "We're gonna take over the whole island eventually. I'd like you to join. I can train you to be a spy!"
The feral bug 'girl didn't completely understand what all of the fire type's words meant, but she understood it enough to know what the safest option for her was.
And just like that Bedelia's harem had its third member.
The Boobisaur slept alone in the clearing, Bedelia off training the others. The plant type pokegirl was sleeping in a sitting position with her back to a tree, a small arch preventing her pressing on the bulb on her back.
She was unaware of the tall, muscular feral approaching her from the wilderness. The intruder was clad in armor, with a blade sheathed at her hip. An Armsmistress, a fighting/steel type, an extremely rare pokegirl in the wild; and an extremely dangerous one at that.
But as the Armsmistress approached the sleeping Boobisaur, she found herself gazing at the plant 'girls body. The early morning sunlight falling across her voluptuous green body. Her eyes trailed down from her flowing green hair, down her plump, DD chest, and down to the throbbing stiffness of her morning wood.
Her eyes widened at the sight, feeling heat rush to her cheeks. She'd come here to drive the pokegirls away from what she wanted to take as her territory for training, but being a feral, lust had quite the pull on her instincts. And the Boobisaur didn't exactly need her lust dust to draw out desires.
'Just a little.' She thought to herself as she approached the Boobisaur, moving down slowly onto her fours, 'Then she'll be too tired to fight back, and I can claim this territory. Yeah.'
Having thoroughly convinced herself, the Armsmistress lowered her head down towards the Boobisaur's member.
She took a deep breath; at first just to steel her nerves, but taking in the scent so close to the plant type Dgirl's member caused the building inside inside her to grow faster. If she'd had any hope of stopping herself now, it was dashed as she began to all but drool.
Her head moved down more, giving the Boobisaur's member a long, slow lick. It throbbed from the attention, the Armsmistress licking more along her shaft before moving up to its tip.
She breathed heavier as her tongue swirled around her tip before her lips locked around it and began to move down on it.
She heard the Boobisaur moan in her sleep as she sucked, only fanning the flamed inside her and encouraging her to keep going. The fighting type's head bobbed steadily as she sucked, cheeks sucking in whenever she moved up.
Her thick black hair began fall around her face as she worked the Boobisaur's member over, losing herself someone in the motion as every moan from the Boobisaur's mouth or twitch from her cock egged her on more and more.
Her tongue lapped at the base of it when she reached it, trailing it along from base to tip with the motion of her head. She held the plant type's hips, gripping them gently-or as gently as she could-as her sucking grew more intense.
Within a few minutes of starting, her intention to simply wake her as gently and quickly as possible was abandoned in favor or effectively fucking her own throat with the Boobisaur's needy cock.
And when she tasted the precum leaking from her, her non-existence by this point senses were cast even deeper into the flames, the Armsmistress gagging slightly from her own rough pace but not considering slowing for even a moment.
The Boobisaur's toes curled from the pleasure as she began to stir, still asleep but only for so long by now.
The Armsmistress either didn't notice or paid it no mind, too laser focused on her actions, the feeling of the plant type's cock hitting the back of her throat, about to let lose.
"O-oh fuck~!" The Boobisaur groaned as she woke, reflexively bucking her hips and forcing the Armsmistress' head down on her cock as she came, woken by the intense pleasure.
The Armsmistress' mind went semi-blank as she felt the hot, thick, sweet seed of the Boobisaur pumping into her throat.
With how well sheathed it was inside of her throat, swallowing or not wasn't an option, and all she could do was take it and try not to choke. The Boobisaur let go of her hair as the final spurt of her release finished, slumping back against the tree with a sigh of relief.
The Armsmistress regained her senses, her cheeks burning hot as she looked up at the plant type, unsure what to feel or do. The Boobisaur, for her credit, said nothing, letting her fighting type companion decide what to do next.
After some hesitation and consideration-as much as could be done with her mind so foggy-before her head started to move again, gently licking and sucking to clean the plant type's still solid member of the mess.
She shuddered, moaning from the Armsmistress' efforts. Not wanting to be selfish, she let out two of her vines. The long green appendages snaked down along the ground, very nearly unnoticed by her as she focused on cleaning the Dgirl's member until they began to rub between her legs.
She shuddered from the sudden stimulation between her legs, already wet and unacceptably hot. The Boobisaur pushed her vines inside, going slow at first, but-as she realized in a few moments-matching the Armsmistress' pace, letting her decide how intense things got.
With this understood, and the Boobisaur's cock fully cleaned, she licked her way down to the base, then passed it to the sensitive sac beneath it.
The Boobisaur bit her lip as she felt the Armsmistress' tongue tending to her balls, her vines picking up the pace immediately to urge her not to stop. Not that the moans the Armsmistress was hearing wouldn't have accomplished that already.
The Armsmistress kept going, her tongue working as diligently as it could along, around, and across the dark green orbs, throbbing just as hard as the shaft, letting the fighting type feel how full they'd gotten lately. Shuddering, she pushed forward, opening her mouth to take them inside.
The Boobisaur practically gasped at the feeling, the wet, warm mouth enveloping and sucking around her sac so tenderly and deliberately.
The plant type let out more of her vines, all four of them now getting rougher with the Armsmistress' pussy, pushing in harder and probing deeper inside.
Even four together weren't quite as thick as the Boobisaur's member, but they were still thick, and more importantly could push in far, far deeper, finding sensitive spots inside her and attacking them with more controlled force than the Armsmistress had thought possible with such an external appendage.
She'd always thought of the vines as being closer to grapple guns or, as the signature move implied, whips.
But she could feel now, her legs shaking from the pleasure she hadn't been prepared for, just how wrong she was. The Armsmistress went over the edge first, having been far too wound up and far to off guard to resist.
She wasn't even certain the Boobisaur had cum, as the thick release that dripped down from the plant type's cock into her hair and onto her face could just as easily have been copious amounts of precum.
She didn't seem to have the face of someone who'd just had a climax denied when the Armsmistress pulled away, panting hard.
The Boobisaur looked down at her with a smile, a more genuine and warm smile than the Armsmistress had been expecting to see; perhaps the most she'd ever seen.
The plant pokegirl leaned down, kissing the Armsmistress. As their other fun had, it started slow and caring, but grew more heated and intense the longer they kept at it; both of them growing handsier as they did so.
The Armsmistress couldn't help but enjoy that the Boobisaur seemed just as keen on feeling up her firm, muscled, fit body as much as she enjoyed groping her plump curvy figure.
They were so focused on this, the Armsmistress didn't realize the Boobisaur had moved them closer to a tree.
She realized what was happening when she felt the Boobisaur's cock pushing more deliberately against her slit. She pulled back-in so far as she was able to while nearly pinned to the tree-and turned herself around.
The Boobisaur grinned as she watched the Armsmistress brace her arms against the tree and grind herself back heatedly against the Boobisaur. She shuddered from the sensation, letting out all six of her vines now to wrap around and feel up her muscled lover.
The Armsmistress tried to be ashamed of how she quivered at feeling the Boobisaur's vines binding her arms behind her back, tried to hate herself for moaning at the plant type smacking her ass before she thrust into her desperately needy cunt. But she just couldn't do it, couldn't keep fighting herself over this.
She pushed her species instincts aside and focused on what she wanted. And she wanted this Boobisaur to fuck her.
She told her so in no uncertain terms, immediately followed by a cry of pleasure as the plant type picked up the place to oblige her.
The Armsmistress could feel the pain of the tree bark from her body being pressed so hard against is, could feel the helplessness from being bound in by another pokegirl, her breasts and ass rubbed and squeezed and occasionally smacked by the vines, the submission of a more dominant pokegirl pounding into her.
And she wanted. She wanted it all. She wanted more.
The Boobisaur was almost not prepared for quite how hungry for it the Armsmistress was now that she'd opened up, gritting her teeth and holding her release back as long as she could to accommodate her with more, harder, deeper rutting.
She felt her balls clenching as her orgasm brewed more with with each passing minute of rough plowing.
She wasn't sure how long the Armsmistress kept her going like this, only that the fighting type had cum twice and her balls felt about ready to explode by the time the Armsmistress asked her not just to cum, but to cover her with it; evidently wanting to be marked or claimed or some such.
The Boobisaur was too desperate to let loose the pent up orgasm to question it, sliding out of her and forcing her onto her knees beneath her.
The Armsmistress shuddered, looking up at the Boobisaur with hearts in her eyes as she came harder than she had all day; perhaps harder than she ever had before, painting almost her entire top half in cum; a one woman bukkake, or near to it as possible.
The Armsmistress shuddered, hardly noticing the plant type nearly pass out from the intense orgasm as she began rubbing the seed into her skin like lotion, wanting to keep her scent like the den around them had.
Seeing this, and finding it to be the most arousing thing she'd seen in quite some time, she let her vines out again, helping her to rub the seed into herself.
It took some time, but that proved to be a blessing, as it gave the Boobisaur time to recover and be ready to keep going again when it was done.
She pulled the Armsmistress, her Armsmistress, into a kiss as she pressed her down beneath her, lining up between her legs to take her in missionary style.
The Armsmistress moaned into the kiss as the she felt the Boobisaur thrusting into her, holding onto her lustfully.
As they set to what was likely to be another few rounds of fun, the Armsmistress couldn't recall a time when she'd been this blissful or at peace with herself. The Boobisaur was excited both for the new friend, and the new ally for Bedelia.
Bedelia panted, sweating as she observed the claw marks her training had left in the thick trees.
The sun had set some time ago, and her pokegirls having gone to sleep with it, but Bedelia couldn't sleep, and when she couldn't sleep-or fool around with her harem-she trained.
On this night though, the glow of her tail flame in the dark of night drew the attention of nocturnal ferals. Bedelia heard them before she saw them, turning to see four silhouettes swooping down towards her. She sent a ball of fire in their direction, causing the cluster of them to scatter.
As they did, Bedelia got a better look at them. Three Zubutt and a Golbutt. The bat-like pokegirls must have been out looking for food.
"I don't mind helping you feed," Bedelia said before charging the leader, pinning the Golbutt face down on the ground, "But I can't accept this kind of behavior~"
The feral bat pokegirl hissed at her, then whimpered as Bedelia's hand came down hard on her ass; leaving a bright red mark. Bedelia had learned both Warm and Burning hands recently, and was happy to have a use for them so soon.
The Golbutt's hisses turned into cries as the fire type's hot, scaley member pushed inside of her, rutting her against the ground as she punished her ass with a literally heated spanking. The three Zubutt watched meekly as their their leader was dominated, too nervous to try and help.
Gradually the Golbutt's cries turned into moans, her body giving in to the only thing it needed as much as blood. Instincts kicked in as she came, the bat pokegirl's aggression melting into obedience.
And if the leader was obedient to Bedelia, so to would her three subordinates be. Testing this idea, Bedelia slid out of the Golbutt and instructed the Zubutt to clean her still stiff member.